“Yes,” she replies softly.
“You do? Who?” I ask, immediately on defense.
“You, Aaron. It’s always been you.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter.
“When did you know?”
“Almost as soon as you moved in.”
“So fourteen years ago?” she asks, incredulous.
“Yes. When did you know?”
“About the same time. Oh, Aaron. We are idiots.” She unbuckles her seatbelt, crawls over the center console, and into my lap, facing me.
“I know, Ren. I know.” My hand's mold to her hips.
“So what do we do now?” she asks.
“I have a picnic set up for you,” I begin.
“I’m not hungry right now,” she says. “Not for food anyway.”
Grabbing her beautiful face, I pull her toward me. Our lips meet, and she moans. I grip her hips tighter as she grabs fistfuls of my shirt, trying to pull it off me. She grinds into me, her jean-covered pussy rubbing my cock through my own jeans.
“Not like this, baby,” I growl after tearing myself away from her eager lips.
“What?” she whines.
“Our first times won’t be in the truck. It should be special.”
“It will be special because it’s you, Aaron. You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of this. It doesn’t matter where it happens; it just has to be you.”
“Fuck,” I groan when she grinds on me again.
“Do you want me to beg you?” she asks, opening the buttons on my shirt. She splays her tiny palms on my chest.
“Hell no, baby. It’s me who should be begging you for a little taste.”
“Why just a little taste? I’ll give you everything,” she says, and it’s my undoing.
“Fuck,” is all I can say as she takes her t-shirt off. Her bra comes off next, and my mouth completely dries up. She opens my shirt more and notices the tattoo on my chest. Kerenza is emblazoned there in a heart of fire. My take on fiery passion. She grins and kisses me again.
“I don’t know how I am going to get these jeans off,” she mutters before climbing off me and hopping into the backseat. It takes me a second to make sure the car is in park and lock the doors again before I climb over the seat too.
When I get back there, she’s completely naked; shoes and socks have gone too; her pink pussy is on display as she rubs her little clit.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say as I quickly strip off my clothes. I lean over and kiss her, running my hands over her body. She moans my name, and I feel like a god.
“So are you,” she says, grinning, dragging her nails down my torso to my cock. I quickly bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking. If she continued touching me, this would have been over before it began.
“Oh, Aaron,” she cries as she comes. I scramble back up her body, moving us so that she’s under me. Lifting her legs, I line my cock up with her opening and push into her slowly. She cries out as I claim her.
“All of firsts, Kerenza. Forever,” I tell her as I give her a moment to adjust to me before I pound in and out of her.
“They are all yours,” she moans, her legs tightening around my waist.
“You. Are. Mine,” I shout with each thrust I make.
“I know,” she moans.
“You will never know another like this.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Good girl,” I praise her, and her pussy tightens around me.
“You like being my good girl, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” she hisses.
I move within her until I fill her with my seed, a condom never a thought in my mind, as all I can think about is her being the mother of my child.
Gingerly, I pull out of her and reach for my jeans blindly. I pull the ring box out of my pocket. Her eyes are closed, but she looks blissful.
“Kerenza?”
“Hmm,” she replies sleepily.
“Open your eyes, baby,” I implore, and she does so.
“Yeah?” She moves to sit up. This backseat is bigger than I thought it was, that’s for sure.
“Marry me,” I say, opening the box.
“Yes,” she says without hesitation. I slip the ring on her finger.
“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, Ren.”
“That’s perfect because I’m the happiest woman, Aaron.”
I kiss her again and help her get dressed. With the picnic basket in one hand and her hand in my other, we walk a few feet into the woods for our picnic. Afterward, we make love again.
Kerenza Porter was worth the wait, just like I knew she would be.
Chapter Four
Ren
Three Weeks Later
Graduation Day
I watch as my best friend gives her Valedictorian speech. She’s been weird lately, but that’s probably because she knows I’ve been sleeping with her brother every night for three weeks. I look down at the ring on my finger. We are getting married next week. I didn’t want a long engagement because I can’t wait to be his wife. He told me about the house he’s building for us, and all the money and gift cards made sense. Apparently, everyone knew he loved me but me, but everyone also knew that I loved him. They left us in the dark on purpose. They had bets going on it. No one won, so they gave us the money.