Make You Mine - Page 97
“I think you look amazing.” Catching her neck with my hand I pull her in for another kiss on those pink lips.
“But you’re taking me to The Fun Spot!”
“I sure am.”
She claps and does a little squeal for the ancient amusement park. “I haven’t been there since… hell, I think the last time I was there was with you.”
“I was there with Danny. You were there with the youth group from church.”
“Still, it was our first date.”
We paired up the minute I saw her walking around with Ruby and another girl from her Sunday school class. It wasn’t hard to ride every ride with her, and when we went into the tunnel of love…
“You French kissed me for the first time that night.”
We’re walking fast toward the gate, my arm looped over her shoulders, and I pull her head to my lips. “I almost came in my pants.”
“Probably because I was rubbing you through your jeans so hard.”
It’s been a while since I’ve felt this relaxed. The memory of our first night here is one of my favorites from growing up in this town.
We wait in line for tickets, and once we’re inside, I catch her hand. “First we have to eat something.”
“But not too much. I don’t want to barf on any of the rides.”
I can’t help a laugh. It feels so good. We’re holding hands as we step up to the hot dog stand. I order us two Coney dogs with mustard and onions, and we take them to sit over on a bench in front of the Ferris wheel.
“Still the best hot dog I’ve ever had.” She takes a big bite, and some of the meat relish falls into the paper cup.
A squeal, and I’m touching her chin with a napkin. I take a big bite, and it’s pretty much the same.
“Carnival food is such a mess.” She complains, stuffing the final bits in her mouth.
Her cheeks poke out, and I shake my head. “What would your grandmother say?”
“She’d already be dead seeing me here in a skirt with you eating hot dogs.”
“You’re adorable eating hot dogs.” I catch her chin and kiss her. “Want another one?”
“Not until after we ride some rides.”
She jumps up, and we toss all our trash in the nearby bin before heading over to the roller coaster. The Fun Spot is at least fifty years old, and its one rickety wooden roller coaster looks even older.
“The Wild Mouse is my favorite roller coaster ever!” She drags me to the very back car, and we climb in, lowering the bar across our laps.
“It doesn’t even have shoulder straps,” I complain pushing the bar down as far as possible on our laps.
“Don’t be a baby,” she sasses as we jerk forward, going straight into the ticking uphill climb.
“If this thing flies off the tracks, I’m blaming you.”
We don’t have a chance to say any more. Drew’s hands are over her head, and her eyes are closed as we charge down the hill. She screams, and I’m grinning watching her. The wind catches her skirt and it blows up, and I slip my hand between her soft thighs.
She squeals more, putting one hand over mine while keeping the other in the air. As we jerk around curve after curve, I slide my finger up and down her damp slit through her panties until I feel her thighs tremble.
When we’re done, she leans over to kiss me. “Best ride ever.”
I have to adjust my fly.
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