As if the day couldn’t get any better, Heather slid down and pulled my cargo shorts along with her. My rock-hard dick bobbed as she took me into her mouth and did one of my favorite things. She began to rub her clit while sucking me off hands-free.
“Shit,” I hissed. “You give the best head.”
She really did, and she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, which got me off even more.
Balls-deep down her throat, I threaded my fingers through her hair and enjoyed every second. My cock was lathered in precum as she went to town on me while continuing to massage herself. It didn’t take long for me to lose it.
I held onto the back of her head and fucked her mouth harder as I came down her throat while she orgasmed.
Several minutes passed as we lay there, sated, a dry breeze blowing into the open van.
“How did I get so lucky that my girlfriend loves to go down on me?” I asked, pulling her up for a kiss.
She smiled.
“I tried,” I told her. “I really tried. I just couldn’t live without you—your fucking weird taste in music and all. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. And shit, you just reminded me of something.”
“What?”
She sighed. “When you weren’t fully conscious after the surgery, I promised that if you got better, I would let you listen to every song on my phone.”
That cracked me up. “Are you serious? You vowed never to do that.”
“I know. But now I feel like I have to. If I don’t honor it, it’s like an insult to the universe that granted me my wish. You don’t have to take me up on it, though.”
“Are you kidding?” I bolted up and held out my palm. “Hand that fucking thing over. Pretty sure it’s the true reason for my incredible will to live.”
I laughed. “You’re gonna make fun of me.”
“That’s the point!”
She reached into her backpack and pulled it out. She braced herself as I took the phone from her hand.
She was already embarrassed, and I hadn’t even pressed play yet. “I promise I’ll be good.”
“Give me one side of the headphones,” she said. “I need to hear what you’re listening to.”
Handing her the left earbud, I put the right one in my ear and hit shuffle.
The first song was “Barbie Girl” by Aqua.
“Barbie Girl? Really?”
“Yes. And don’t forget, you promised to be good.”
After letting it play for about thirty seconds, I moved to the next song. As expected, many of the tunes in Heather’s collection were one-hit wonders from well before her time in the late eighties and nineties.
A few songs in, I actually found one of my old favorites: “Sign Your Name” by Terence Trent D’Arby.
“Hey, I like this one. Good choice. Great song!”
The next two in a row seemed to match. “Livin’ La Vida Loca” by Ricky Martin and Gerardo’s “Rico Suave.”
“You have a thing for Latin men?” I teased.
She rolled her eyes, probably just wanting this to be over, and remained quiet as I continued to plow through her library.
Next up was the theme song from Friends, “I’ll Be There For You” by The Rembrandts. That one was tolerable enough to sit through.
I got all excited when I heard the beginning of “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” Fuck yeah! But my hope was squelched when I realized it wasn’t Nirvana at all. It was Weird Al Yankovic: “Smells Like Nirvana.”
“Oh, hell no.” I laughed.
Heather started laughing.
“I’m crying uncle.” I handed her back the phone and tickled her. “You’re lucky I love you.”CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE* * *HEATHER
FIVE MONTHS LATERHeather and Noah Do the World had been the time of my life. I doubted anything could ever top these past months. The experiences Noah had gifted me I would take to the grave.
In Australia, we’d visited the Great Barrier Reef and the Sydney Opera House. From there, we’d traveled to Hong Kong, where we walked along the Tsim Sha Tsui Promenade and visited their version of Disneyland.
After Asia, we traveled to Africa and saw the Sahara dunes of Morocco and the pyramids of Egypt.
Europe was our second-to-last stop but where we spent the majority of our time. We spent several weeks living in a rented apartment in Paris. We visited the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre and ate our way through the city.
After leaving France, we took a train to Italy and toured Rome and Venice before heading to London.
No amount of college education could have possibly made up for what I’d learned about the different cultures I experienced firsthand.
And now we’d come to the final stop on our trip, a place near and dear to Noah’s heart: Havana, Cuba.
I’d fallen in love with his photos from here when I’d stalked his website. So when he’d asked me where I wanted to end our journey, this is what I chose.