“All right, so now we just need to get this to Jack,” Wade stated. He turned to Pete. “Thanks again, man. Can you drop Eryn and me at Toucan Café? My car is parked there, and I think coffee is in order to celebrate this little victory.”
“Sure thing, guys,” Pete replied. “Do I get donuts, too?”
*****
I was feeling ever so slightly buzzed – it turned out that Toucan Café didn't only have regular coffee on offer, but also Irish coffee. I was 21 and not driving, so I figured why not. After all, we were there to celebrate. I had a double shot of whiskey in my Irish coffee, and now I was really beginning to feel it. I wasn’t one to drink much and had never been much of a fan of partying, so my tolerance for alcohol was practically nonexistent.
But I was celebrating and feeling so relaxed and happy about how well our plan had gone that I had totally forgotten about my agreement with Wade. It was pretty obvious he had, too. After all the stress and pressure and everything that had gone wrong, we were feeling the high of something finally going right.
And, of course, with a little bit of alcohol relaxing us, both of our guards were down, and I'd caught Wade staring intently at me on more than a few occasions. When our eyes had met, we had smiled and laughed, for we both knew what the other was feeling. I couldn't deny the raw, almost hungry attraction I felt for him any longer, and from the way he was looking at me, I don't think he could either.
When Pete cut out early, that left the two of us alone with no buffer to help us ignore what was silently brewing between us.
“Maybe we should go out and get some fresh air,” I suggested.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Come on. I'll take care of the bill.”
I got my crutches and limped outside while Wade paid the tab. It was a beautiful evening; the moon was full and bright as it rose from the horizon. Soon, Wade was outside, and we headed over to his car.
“Where should we go?” I asked.
“How about the park on the hill?” he asked. “Ther
e's a great spot where we can watch the moon rise over the city.”
“That sounds great,” I agreed. He helped me into his car and we headed over to the park. When we got there, the small parking lot was deserted, so we pulled into a secluded spot that looked over the city.
“Let's sit in the backseat so I can prop my foot up,” I suggested. “It’s feeling a little sore.”
“All right,” he said with a smile.
I think we both knew why we'd come here and what was about to happen. We knew it shouldn’t happen, but neither of us wanted to stop it, not now that we were caught up in the moment. We cuddled up next to each other in the back seat.
“It's beautiful, isn't it?” I said, looking at the rising moon.
“That it is,” he commented. But he wasn’t looking at the moon – he was looking at me.
That was all it took. His lips were on mine, and mine on his. Soon, we were hungrily exploring each other's mouths. It was just as intense as the first kiss we'd shared – perhaps even more so, with all the frustration of having to hold it in being released.
Soon his hands were all over me, and mine all over him. I don't think that either of us had imagined we’d be making out in the back of his car in a parking lot like a couple of teenagers. At least it was a high-tier BMW model, which meant the back seat was comfy and roomy. Also, the tinted windows provided some privacy from anyone outside who might happen to peer in.
I put my hands on his chest as he ran his fingers enticingly down my back. His muscles were hard and chiseled, and I wanted to see what my hands were exploring. I began unbuttoning his shirt as my hunger grew and our kisses became more passionate.
He began to run his fingers through my hair and detached from the kiss so that his lips could make their way down my neck then back up to nibble on my earlobes, sending shivers of delightful pleasure rippling through me. His shirt was fully unbuttoned now, and I began to trace my fingertips over his smooth, tanned skin, marveling at his perfectly defined six pack as he continued to nip and bite at my earlobes and the side of my neck.
His hands moved along the sides of my waist, caressing lightly and playfully as he slipped them down onto my hips. Then, with a smooth touch, he hooked his fingers under my T-shirt and lifted it up and over my head.
We looked into each other's eyes again, sharing an intense gaze before he moved his head down to my chest, softly kissing the exposed area of my breasts as he reached behind me to undo my bra, which he did with expert precision.
My breasts burst free as the bra came off. My nipples were already standing at attention, fully aroused and stiff. He cupped my left breast with his hand and started massaging my erect nipple with his forefinger and thumb; on my right breast, he started gently kissing and sucking briefly on my right nipple, which sent wave after wave of pleasure rippling through my body.
As he continued, I moved my hand down over his hard, washboard stomach to his crotch, where I felt his manhood pressing with an almost painful urgency against the inside of his pants. I ran my fingers gently over it, silently marveling at its length and substantial girth.
I started moaning and gasping, and my body began to buck and shudder from the bliss coursing through me. I was getting intensely wet while he continued to amaze me with his mouth. He slipped one hand slowly over my stomach, lingering for a moment to playfully caress my belly button, before sliding it down into my jeans, seeking the center of the intense heat and wetness down there.
With eager hands, I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them to give him easier access. He slipped his finger down between my legs, and as soon as his fingertips found the hot, wet opening of my slit, a jolt of intense pleasure rippled through me.
He gently started moving his fingertips around, probing inside and caressing outside, spreading the warmth and intensifying my arousal. I felt the pleasure from this exploration combining with the pleasure from the stimulation of his mouth on my breasts, and together, they were unleashing the first waves of an orgasm.