I lean down to her ear. “Come with me.” She tips her head back and cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Come on, princess,” I speak in a hushed voice, tugging her up. We look around to make sure no one’s paying any attention to our sudden departure, and lucky for us, all attention is still on the fireworks. Holding hands, we crouch down and race behind the dunes until the coast is clear.
“What are you up to Jayson Jameson?” she asks, clearly suspicious, as I pull her in a fast walk further along the dunes to a secluded spot I found earlier this week when Julien and I were out exploring. I find the exact spot I’m looking for and spread a towel out on the sand, thankful that I had the presence of mind to grab it as we made our hasty dash to hide behind the sand dunes.
“I figured we could make our own fireworks,” I say with a cheeky grin.
Liz makes an indelicate snort and says, “I think that’s probably the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”
I can tell she’s trying to come up with some clever words to sass me back with, but I don’t give her the chance because my mouth crashes down on hers. I couldn’t wait another second.
Liz’s response is immediate, and she opens for me. We’ve been learning and exploring each other's lips over the past two weeks since our first kiss. I love it when she nibbles at the corner of my mouth, and I make her breathless when I sweep my tongue against hers over and over in a pulsing dance. We’ve touched and caressed each other’s bodies, but haven’t taken anything too far, yet. The need to do so has been building between us, and I know it’s merely a matter of time when we’ll need to talk and decide how far and fast we want to take things. But not tonight.
Lips melded together, we sink to our knees onto the towel. Liz pushes my t-shirt up so she can run her palms up over my back until they’re at my shoulders. Her hands curl around and she yanks me down on top of her. “I love how your body feels,” she whispers.
A loud bang of a nearby firework goes off but we don’t notice, our focus on each other so intense it blots out the rest of the world.
Her knees bend up and I position myself between them, running both hands up the back of her torso to the strings of her bikini halter top. How my shaking fingers are able to untie the back bow, I don’t know. Her top loosens.
Liz is panting, green eyes glazed, and I see when the sensual fog begins to clear from her eyes, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Jayson. What if someone sees?”
I raise my head to look around, another firework explodes. We’re surrounded on all sides by tall dunes, and far enough from the houses and road that no one will be able to see us unless they walk right on top of us.
“Shh, princess. We’re good. No one can see.”
“Are you sure?” she looks doubtful.
I bend my head back down and kiss the juncture of her shoulder and neck where her pulse pounds a fast beat and hum my answer against her soft skin. My lips trail a path down her neck to her clavicle, her little moans of pleasure lighting the way. She arches her hips up, grabs my butt to pull me down to her, and my body takes over, telling my good intentions to take it slow to take a hike.
“Jayson, please,” she arches again. “Please.”
I push her bikini top up to expose her breasts to my eyes for the first time. My cock goes rock hard in an instant and pride swells inside my chest. I’m the first guy to see her like this. I take a moment to look at her, wanting to memorize every detail. Her skin, kissed by the sun this week, is flushed and glistening. Her nipples are a pale pink, the tips tightening into puckered buds. I’m the first to touch her like this, I think, as I circle my fingers around her nipples as they tighten. I’m the first to taste her like this, I think, as my tongue mimics what my fingers are doing as I close my mouth around a tight pink bud. The breathy moan Liz lets out drives me to devour her. I alternate between her mouth and her breasts as she writhes underneath me.
“Oh, God, Jayson.”
Liz’s hands are everywhere now as she claws and grapples at my back and chest. I jolt when I feel her hand cup my hardness and squeeze, and every fiber of me wants to rip our clothes off and sink into her. Luckily, there’s a part of my brain working that tells me our first time together can’t be on a towel outside in the middle of some sand dunes.
“Liz, we need to stop,” I reluctantly mumble against her breast.
She ignores me and starts to rub her hand up and down my aching cock. With my left hand still stroking her chest because I just can’t stop touching her, I reach down with my right and bring her hand away from my crotch and place it against my pounding heart.
“Liz, we can’t. Not here, princess. We need to stop.”
Her knees tighten around my prone position. “Jayson, I ache. I don’t know what’s happening, but I ache. Please, please help me make it go away,” she begs.
I may not be sexually active but I’m a guy who hangs around a bunch of other guys so I know enough about sex to know what she’s talking about. And yeah, I admit it, have watched my share of online porn. So I know what she needs and how to fix it.
“I’ve got you, Liz. Trust me.”
I kiss her breast one last time before my hand slithers its way down her stomach to tease the top of her shorts. Her eyes flutter closed. A round of fireworks go off in the distance, casting a rainbow of colors over her face. My thumb and forefinger pop the button of her shorts and ease the zipper down. Liz’s breath hitches, eyes still closed. I can feel the heat of her, the first tickle of her pubic hairs against my fingers.
“I love you, Liz.”
I kiss her slowly as my hand slides lower to find her wet and swollen. With only touch to go by, my fingers create an image of what her pussy looks like as it strokes the hot softness. My mind takes a mental snapshot that I’ll be using the next time I jack off in the shower.
I stroke and glide and pinch until I find the bundle of nerves I know will send her into heaven, and begin to rub circles on her clit. Liz‘s eyes pop open, an endless sea of green, and just as the finale of the fireworks begins, her body tenses, bows, and she screams out my name in sublime ecstasy, her cries of pleasure drown out by the cacophony detonating above us. But I don’t stop. I kiss and caress her until the last of her shudders subside and the most gorgeous smile spreads across her face.
“You were right,” she sighs coming down from her very first orgasm, one that I gave to her.
Yep, I’m feeling smug with myself right now. That and a bit sticky, I realize, the cum from my own orgasm warm in my shorts. It was worth it. I roll us over on the towel so that we’re laying snuggled facing each other.
“Right about what, baby?”
“We did make our own fireworks.”
I chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose.
“What about you?” she asks.
“What about me?”
“I, um, you didn’t get to...” her voice trails off.
“Yeah, I did.”
“You did?”
“Yeah,” I adjust myself in my shorts, planning on taking a shower as soon as we get back to the beach house.
“Oh,” she sounds dejected.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just that I... I want to make you do that.”
“Liz, it’s not like I could help it. It just happened. Seeing you, hearing you moan and scream my name - you were so goddamn beautiful – I couldn’t stop it from happening.” That seems to make her happy.
“Oh, ok.” She places her leg on top of mine, scooting closer, our joined hands between us. “Next time, though?”
The hopeful look in her eyes lights another fire in me, but I tamp it down knowing we need to go back soon. Everyone must be wondering where the hell we got off to. Our phones have already started pinging nonstop with text messages.
“We have years and years, princess. So many years of next times.”
Chapter 11
Elizabeth
I hate how fast
the summer flew by, but I did get to experience my very own summer romance, thanks to Jayson. He took me on picnics, to see a production of Shakespeare in the Park, and gave me many more secret midnight dates in our tree. He would leave me small presents on my windowsill to find when I woke in the morning. Little trinkets like polished pebbles from the creek, wildflowers from his mom’s garden, paper butterflies, and stars with little love notes written in them. If I wasn’t already desperately in love with him, I would be after all the attention he has showered on me the past month.
And like he promised, we’ve had many more next times. I blush as memories of this summer play in a loop. We’ve experimented and fooled around, tried out different ways we can bring each other pleasure without going all the way. We decided we wanted to take it slow, not rush into sex and let things work themselves out organically. We’ll enjoy each other and exist in the moment. It makes each time we touch, every kiss, every spoken word of love, that much more special.
Since we returned from our beach trip, Jayson has been working hard to rebuild his relationship with Ryder. Every day, he goes to Randy’s garage to help Ryder work on his new car. Jayson says that they don’t talk much, just wordlessly work side by side. Ryder has also been coming around more often, mostly to hang with Julien, but he no longer leaves the room when Jayson walks in. Things are still a bit tense, but I feel they’re at least going in the right direction.
Tonight’s our last weekend of freedom before we start eleventh grade on Monday, so the parents agreed we could have a backyard campout. It’s going to be Hailey, Brea, Jamie, Elijah, me, Jayson, Julien, and Ryder. We just got back from eating dinner together at Ruby’s Diner in town. It’s one of my favorite places because everything’s decorated like it’s from the 1950’s and the waitresses wear poodle skirts. They also have the best pot roast and fried okra. We’re currently trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to pitch our tents for tonight’s campout. How can something made of poles and fabric be so flippin’ complicated?
“Ow!” Hailey yelps, sucking her thumb in her mouth. “I hate camping! Stupid tent!” A few snickers follow.
“Hales, cut it out before you break all the poles in half,” I call to her. “It’s not like it’s rocket science,” I reply trying to fit a bendy pole into a fabric loop. Actually, I think it really is like rocket science, or at least you need a degree in astrophysics to figure out how the heck to put this thing together. Oh my gosh, this is hard!
Jayson comes up behind me and places a kiss on my shoulder. “Oh, poor baby. Need a man’s hands to help you out?” he murmurs suggestively while squeezing my hips. My thighs clench making it difficult to step aside as I tell him, “Be my guest.”
After ten minutes of enjoying watching him struggle to put my tent up and failing, I smirk at him. “Oh, poor baby,” I mock. “Need a woman to finish the job?”
Jayson lunges for me and tickles my ribs. “I always finish the job.”
“I wouldn’t know, would I?” I playfully sass back trying to wriggle away from him.
“Oh, now you’re really going to get it,” he declares, and I run for my life, giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Julien, save me from your brother!” I shout and run over to him, throwing myself on his back for protection.
Out of nowhere, a blast of water comes hurling across the backyard and drenches us. Hailey and Elijah have turned on the garden hose and are laughing hysterically as they douse us with frigid spigot water. Pandemonium ensues. We chase each other around the yard trying to dodge being drenched with the water. Ryder playfully jumps on Elijah and tackles him on the ground. Jayson yanks me off Julien’s back to carry me football-style to safety behind a tent, and Brea and Hailey struggle to pull the water hose away from each other. Thankfully, Mom leaves us towels on the back patio to dry off with once things settle down.
After finally finishing putting up the tents, we roast marshmallows and make s’mores using the grill, because we don’t have a firepit like the one at Ryder’s house. I’m not going to complain. No matter how you make them, burnt, melted, gooey marshmallows are the best, and I eat ten of them. It’s too late in the summer for fireflies to be out, but the cicadas have emerged and are creating quite a racket. I look around at all of my friends and a feeling of contentment washes over me. Jayson is sitting beside me holding my hand on his thigh, while everyone else is sitting in lawn chairs talking.
Someone taps me on my shoulder, and I turn to see it’s Ryder holding my acoustic guitar. “Play for us?” he smiles.
I haven’t played in front of a group since the cookout at Ryder’s years ago. I usually just play with my dad or sometimes with Ryder.
“Go on, Liz. Show us what you got,” Jayson says, releasing my hand. I’m greeted with claps and whistles. I stand to take my guitar from Ryder and as he hands it to me, I feel his pinky finger curl around mine. He pulls me to the middle of our circle before taking his seat.
“Ok, here’s one,” I say and start playing the melody to “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran. I love it when everyone joins in to sing because it makes playing the song more fun for me.
When we finish, Elijah exclaims, “Damn, Ry. I didn’t know you could sing.” Ryder shrugs, embarrassed. Hailey requests I play one more song.
“Hmm. Oh, I’ve got the perfect one,” I wink at Jayson. He’s not the only one who can be romantic.
I sit back down in my chair next to Jayson and turn toward him. My fingers tenderly pluck at the strings in a gentle melody before lightly strumming the music for “The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face” by Roberta Flack. My voice starts soft and low, then grows with intensity and power as I sing the words about a woman who experiences her first kiss, her first touch, her first all-consuming love with the man she desires.
Jayson and I stare into each other’s eyes as I sing the love song just to him even though we are surrounded by our friends. I notice how his chest starts to rise and fall deeply, how he swallows hard, how his eyes change from silver to black, reminiscent of the night he came to my room and kissed me for the first time. By the end of the song, when my voice drifts off into the summer air, no one makes a sound. It’s as if everyone’s in a trance, hypnotized by the words of the song.
“Jesus, Liz,” Jayson breathes. He gives me such a heated look, my heartbeat stumbles and my legs go weak. Oh, hell yes. I look forward to sneaking into his tent tonight.
Ryder: Where u at?
Me: At the library.
Ryder: Meet me out front in 5.
I turn my phone’s screen off and hand my application over to the head librarian. After talking with my parents to let them know I would like to get a job, we decided that something part-time after school would be appropriate. They are worried anything more will mess with my studying. I love books and have volunteered off and on at our local library for years, so me working here is basically a given. I just have to go through the formalities of an application and background check first.
“Before I finalize next week’s schedule, Elizabeth, is Monday, Wednesday, Friday, from four to six still good with you?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” I tell Mrs. Peters.
She files away my application and stands to shake my hand. “Sorry about all of the paperwork. I’m sure you understand.”
“Yes, ma’am. I understand. I’m excited that I actually get to work here now. I love this place.”
Mrs. Peters chuckles, “I still remember you in pigtails when your mom would bring you and Hailey in for story time.”
The loud rumble of a car engine stops outside the library doors. We both look over and my mouth drops open.
“You go on ahead, sweetheart,” she tells me after seeing who the driver is from the rolled down passenger side window.
I’m already rushing out the doors. “Bye, Mrs. Peters. Thanks again. See you next week!”
“Hey. Need a lift?” a deep voice calls out to me, cocky grin on his face.
“Oh my God, Ryder! You finished your car
!” I run over and place my hands on the open window. “This is the most unbelievably kickass car I have ever seen!”
Without further invitation, I open the passenger door and hop inside, fastening my seatbelt. Ryder shifts into first gear and roars down the road.
“What do you think?”
I take in the black leather bucket seats with red stripes down the middle and red trim, the swirled stainless steel of the dashboard, and high-end sound system. The car is a sleek glossy black with a red stripe painted down the middle that matches the interior. I know he must have done some serious work with the engine because it sounds incredible and vibrates powerfully when idling. If this car was a boy, I would be drooling.
“You did this?” He nods. “You really did it?” He nods again, ear to ear grin splitting his face. “It’s gorgeous. Incredible. I want to marry it,” I confess, gliding my hands all over the soft buttery leather, feeling giddy.
“Good grief woman,” he teases. “Regardless, I don’t share.”
I point to the radio. “Do you mind?”
“Go right ahead.” He hands me his phone and tells me to open up a music app he has linked to his sound system. I go through several songs before finding the one I want. Selecting it, I turn up the volume to blast out “Alive” by P.O.D.
“Punch it, Big Daddy,” I tell him. He presses the accelerator and we speed down the road.
“So, where are we headed?”
“You’re the first to get a ride in her, so where do you want to go?”
“I’m the first? Not even your dad?”
“Nope. I wanted it to be you. I knew you’d appreciate her.”
“If it’s a her, then you just destroyed my dreams of marrying it,” I give a mock pout. “Ok, maybe not. She is gorgeous. Aren’t you just gorgeous, Stella,” I coo as I pat the dashboard.
“Stella?” his eyebrow kicks up with mirth.
“Yeah, Stella. A sexy name for a sexy car,” I reply, all serious.
We drive around for a while when Ryder and I both notice at the same time that we are about to pass the Fields. Grinning at each other, he turns left onto the dirt road that will take us to the racetrack.
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