We’re staring straight at each other. Her tongue coming out to lick her lips as her hand works my cock. My finger gliding over and over her throbbing little clit. Her thumb moves over the head of my cock, spreading the precum over it. I’ve already leaked out so much that my shaft is wet, making it so her hand glides easily.
“Are you going to come for me, Junie?”
“God, I hope so,” she whispers, and this time she twists her hand on an upward glide and it feels so good that my balls tighten. “Are you going to come for me, Ben?”
“You keep doing that and definitely,” I respond.
“I feel like a kid in high school, giving the football jock a hand job under the table in chemistry class,” she whispers, her grin deepening.
“Then you better hurry and do your job like a good little girl before the teacher catches us, hadn’t you?” I tell her, playing along.
“You’ll have to be quiet when you come. If you’re not everyone will know that I’ve been a bad girl.”
“Did you really give the football player a hand job in chemistry, Junie?” I ask, as I push two fingers inside of her slick pussy, letting my thumb brush against her clit.
“Yeah, I wanted to see if he could keep quiet.”
“Did he?”
“Not even a little. Came really quick too. We broke up soon after that,” she says the words in a low sultry tone, her hips rocking as I finger fuck her, thrusting in and out of her, her pussy so wet the slippery slick sounds echo around us.
I’m close to coming, I know it and I’m pretty sure she does if that smile on her lips is anything to go by.
“Fucking loser,” I growl, stepping up my game and finger fucking her harder, tunneling my digits in and out of her tight cunt so roughly her hips are jerking in broken movements and a moan escapes her lips, as her heel pushes into my hip. “He could have at least given as good as he got.”
“Well,” she gasps, her hand moving faster and faster over my cock. “We were in class…”
“Doesn’t fucking matter.” I exhale bending down to suck her nipple into my mouth, biting the tender skin as I pull my fingers out of her pussy, sliding them against her clit fast and hard.
“What would you have done?” she asks her head going back in pleasure, as I work her clit so hard that I know it will be sore when all this is done. I know it, but I don’t care. I want her to remember that my fingers owned her pussy tonight and tomorrow night, my fucking cock will.
I lean up and find her ear, then I nibble around on the shell, smiling as her body shudders against me in reaction. Then I whisper my filthy little story to her, that I can tell she likes because her pussy gushes in reaction.
Christ, I wish I was inside of her.
“I’d have pushed you down against the table on your stomach. Lifted up your skirt, ripped off those cute little cotton panties you wore to tease all the boys, and fucked you hard. So hard the table would scrape against the tile, but you couldn’t hear it over your cries for more,” I whisper. “And I’d make you beg for me to fuck you harder in front of everyone and every time you did as I asked, I’d reward you by spanking that sweet little ass of yours red, Junie. What do you think about that?”
It’s a silly question, I can tell because I can feel her body tighten. She’s coming.
“I think that I really wish you had been in school with me,” she pants, and I can feel my balls tighten. I’m about to blow. I can’t hold back, and I don’t have the strength to try. I somehow manage to capture her slippery soaked clit and pinch it hard, twisting it. She shatters in my arms, calling out my name, and a second later my cock releases its first jet of cum in rhythm to her hands movement. Then I come again and again, emptying my load against her soft skin.
“Junie,” I pant into her ear as I give up the final stream of cum. Her body still quivering curls into mine, and her hand slows on my cock, until it’s just a gentle, broken slide, meant to soothe.
“Ben,” she responds, saying nothing else, but then that’s enough.
More than enough.
Junie
I snuggle against Ben, smiling a smile that I feel all the way in my soul.
This.
This is exactly what I moved to Stone Lake for. I’ve never experienced anything like what Ben and I shared tonight, but it was beautiful and fun and easy. There was no pressure, he didn’t try to kiss me, and I saw the way he looked at my lips, he wants to. The truth is, I want him to kiss me too. I think I’d be okay, and we’ll try it tomorrow. For the first time in a long time, I’m looking forward to tomorrow. This thing with Ben is definitely new, and I know I have a lot of healing to do, but I’ll get there. I have a very good feeling about Ben, and after everything that I’ve been through, that’s no small feat.