“You were one of the ones that played this all the time in high school, weren’t you?”
She grins as she selects an upbeat pop song. “I have a championship of my own.”
For me, she selects easy, but for her she sets it to hard, and it’s hard to keep my eyes on my own screen when my steps are so simple compared to hers. Every time I look over she’s in fluid motion, never missing one of the amazingly complicated steps. She’s a hurricane of light and beauty.
I manage to keep up, and we win, but I feel like I won way more than that. This game gave me a glimpse into something deeper for Julia—an untapped joy that I haven’t seen in forever. Taking her hand, I guide her away from the game into a darkened corner and I kiss the hell out of her. There’s nothing that will stop me from tasting her lips right now. “I want to take you dancing,” I say when we both can breathe again.
“When?”
“Any time.” I love that she doesn’t hesitate, ready to jump in.
The hope in her voice kills me. “This weekend?”
I nod. “Done.”
“And what about right now,” she asks. “Do you want to play more games?”
“That depends on what kind of games,” I say, smiling.
Her breath catches. “I think I can feel what kind of games you’re thinking of.”
It’s true, pressed into the corner like this my cock is misbehaving once again. I kiss her. “I’ll play whatever kind of games you want to play.”
She smiles in the dark. “Take me to the point.”
I laugh softly.
“If I want to make out with you like a horny teenager that’s the place to do it, right?”
“Very true.”
We weave our way out of the arcade, dodging the crowd that’s growing thicker as it gets later, and jump into my car. The point is a scenic overlook of the valley that holds the city, and it’s not a far drive from Ken’s. It was the spot you went in high school if you wanted to fool around. Lord knows I’ve been there enough times, and I’m sure that Julia has as well.
There are a few cars when we pull up to the point, windows fogged in the cooling evening. I laugh as I look over, but I’ve barely put the car in park before Julia is climbing into my lap. I manage to send my seat back so we have more room as I catch her around the waist.
Julia’s lips find mine, and I kiss her back. And we play. Lips on lips, tongue on tongue, hands exploring. As much as I want to yank her into the backseat and drive my cock into her, it also feels good to have her against me without any expectation of it leading anywhere. I slide my hands under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her waist and back and the way her lungs are expanding as she breathes me in.
I’m completely hard again, and I want her so badly it almost hurts. “I feel like I need to get you back before curfew,” I joke.
She laughs. “It’s true. I am having those flashbacks. But there’s no one waiting for me.” Rocking her hips against mine, the pressure is exquisite, and Julia feels it when I stiffen. “Oh, I see.”
I can’t even breathe while she does that, grinding her pussy down onto my cock. I swear I can feel her heat even through our clothes. “You’re going to kill me,” I say.
“That’s the idea, right?” She’s breathless, pushing harder. “Orgasm means little death?”
“I’m going to finish in my pants if you keep doing that.”
Pressing her face into my neck, she moans, but doesn’t stop. “Me too.”
Oh. I lock my hands behind her hips, and yank her down onto me, thrusting up just as if I was inside her. Fuck. Heat and pressure nearly make me go blind. Her lips find mine again, and she kisses me hard. I grind us together, finding the angle that makes her gasp into my mouth. “Come for me, Julia,” I say.
Faster, I work that angle and press into her clit through the tightness of her jeans. Until she can’t even push back because she’s so close. Her hands are on my shoulders, nails digging into my shirt, and she’s gasping. She doesn’t cry out when she comes, just holding onto me, pressing her face into my neck again. She’s trembling under my hands, quivering, breathing in short gasps. I’m close too, but not quite, and I don’t care. I’ll take care of that later.
I hold Julia close as she comes down from her orgasm. It’s strange how close I feel to her after so short a time, and yet it’s not that strange. We’ve known each other a long time, and it doesn’t matter that we haven’t been close. Clearly we were on each other’s mind. I’ve wanted her for years, but I didn’t know that that want would grow into something deeper. I can already feel that it has. The way I’m holding her now, and the way she’s clinging to me, I don’t want to let go. Ever.