“No fucking back there,” Nick says as he pulls out of the parking lot.
“When have we ever?” Cherry exclaims.
“Whatever, just keep the noise to a minimum,” Nick grumbles. “Some of us are single.”
“Just turn up the music,” Benjy advises. He pulls out a flask and tips half of it down his throat. Nick lights a cigarette and does as Benjy orders—turns the music up to eleven.
I pull Cherry onto my lap and nuzzle her neck.
“Not in front of the guys,” she says.
“Don’t worry,” I reply. “They can’t see a thing back here. Besides, the music is up and all you gotta do is keep quiet.”
I slide my fingers under her denim skirt and rub the crotch of her panties. “How come you never throw yours up on stage?”
“You’re supposed to take them off.”
“Ahh, but we’re not supposed to be doing anything in front of the guys, I thought.”
She wriggles slightly, pressing her heated pussy against my hand. “Since when do you listen to me?”
“Every damn minute.” In fact, I’m listening to her right now. Her body is telling me to slip my fingers underneath the damp cotton and finger her tight, juicy pussy. I do as I’m instructed because I’m a very, very good boy. As the truck bumps along in the night and the Ramones wail about the blistering in the sun, I let my girl ride my hand. I don’t give a damn that my band mates are in the front seat and maybe getting hard thinking about Cherry getting off back here. All I care about is that I played a good set, my wallet is fat and my girl is about to melt into a puddle as she creams all over my palm. It’s a good night. A really damn good night.
Chapter Two
Cherry
Linc plays with the end of my ponytail as I scribble down all the notes in our economics class. He’s not paying attention to anything but me. School has never been his favorite thing to do. Sometimes I think he only comes because I’m here. I have to come because I don’t have a beautiful voice to fall back on. Nor do I have parents that give a shit about me. He leans over, placing a kiss on my neck. He’s getting restless. I smile as I keep on writing down the rest of what Mr. Clark is saying. One of us needs to actually pay attention around here.
“Thirty seconds,” he whispers in my ear. He’s actually counting down the seconds until we can leave. “Cherry girl.” This time he gives me a nip on my neck, making me giggle. Mr. Clark looks our way but doesn’t say anything. He only shakes his head and tells everyone to remember we have a test next week. The bell rings, freeing Linc from his daily torture. He’s already putting my crap into my bag before I can put my pencil down. He’s always so thoughtful when it comes to me.
“Are you okay?” I laugh.
“Come on.” He grabs my hand, pulling me out of the chair. Most people are used to Linc and me at this point. We’ve been together forever and his overzealousness with me is nothing new to anyone. “I gotta get out of here.”
“I didn’t notice you were in a hurry.” His fingers tangle with mine as he pulls me down the hallway. My strides try to match his, but it’s almost impossible. I’m not sure why we’re in such a rush, but something must be important.
“You grabbed all your books?”
“You grabbed all my books after lunch,” I remind him with a laugh.
“The parents are gone this weekend. Dad texted me he’s got work in Chicago and Mom is going with him.” I pick up my speed, suddenly able to match his.
“I’m thinking maybe some naked skinny dipping is in our future.”
“Fuck yeah,” he agrees. “There will be no party this time. That shit was a mess last time and I’m not spending half this weekend cleaning up after everyone when I can spend it in you.”
My cheeks heat for a second. Even though we’ve done everything together, I’m still a bit shy.
“Hey, Linc.” June tries to step in front of us. Well, in front of Linc really. She never pays me any mind. Her eyes are set on one thing and one thing only. I roll my eyes. It’s embarrassing how many times she’s tried to throw herself at my man. But I guess some people have no shame. I never blink an eye or doubt Linc’s faithfulness to me.
“Move,” he barks, trying to step around her.
“I wanted to talk to you about prom.” She cuts him off again. I bite my lip to keep from laughing because this is actually comical at this point.
“Prom?” He looks down at her with an adorable, confused look on his face. He glances at me. “Is she asking me to prom?”