But I'm not bitter or anything.
And I sure as hell don't miss him. Life has been way more fun with him gone from my life. I could never go back. Especially back to an orgasmless life. Thankfully, we have no classes together and I haven't seen him around campus. If Scott has, he's kept it to himself. For which, I'm grateful.
I've moved on. I'm still moving on. And hopefully, soon, I'll be over it completely.
Derek pulls onto the field, rolling down his window to pay an attendant. He turns to me. "Do you want any snacks?"
I shake my head. "Maybe later."
He rolls his window back up and drives to a spot towards the back. I look down at my lap and smile. He is so thinking the same thing I am.
The silence between us thickens with tension. I'm tempted to just jump on him, but it's still a little light outside and the movie hasn't even started yet.
Not quite brave enough to start anything quite yet, I lean down and grab the bag of food. We grasp with desperation any little thread of conversation we can think of. Adam and Derek's future are both off limits, but gossip about people from high school helps break the ice and make us both more comfortable. Soon, we're laughing about the head cheerleader married to the marching band geek.
Derek has a nice laugh. It's low and raspy and sends shivers up and down my spine. He has a crooner's voice and I recall he played in a garage band back then.
We finish our food and shove everything back into the bag. Derek tosses it into the floor of the backseat. Night has fallen, and the movie should begin any moment. Our comfortable chatting breaks off and we stare at each other in the dark. Nerves and desire skitter through me and he feels it too. I can tell when his breath hitches.
He has the perfect front seat for fooling around. It's a bench seat, no console separating the driver from the passenger. I decide to make the first move, and I slide along the seat until I'm pressed up against him.
Derek looks down at me and smiles knowingly. "Hello."
I grin, utterly unrepentant. "Hi."
He takes his right hand from the wheel and brings it down onto my leg. He strokes my thigh as he keeps looking down at me, like he's waiting for permission.
I let my legs fall open a bit in response.
His hand travels up my thigh with a tortuous slowness. The huge screen in the field flickers to life and we both jump at the music booming around us.
We laugh, but it dies away as his fingers continues their trip up my leg. I keep my eyes on the screen and so does he. From outside, we'll look like a normal couple on a date, no evidence of the dirty things his hand is about to do.
Finally, he reaches my center. His breath hisses through his teeth when he discovers my lack of panties. "Naughty girl."
I chuckle. "Hopeful girl."
"Dream girl."
I grin. "I don't have a bra on either."
"Fuck."
He caresses my pussy lips with one of his fingers before pushing into my slit. I'm already so wet from anticipation, he slips right in with no trouble. He rubs at my clit, and it's my turn to hiss a breath through my teeth.
My left hand found its way to his leg at some point, and I grip his thigh as he continues rubbing at my nub. He dips two fingers into my pussy and pumps them in and out, slowly at first, and then faster, harder.
I bet the football captain spent a lot of time and practice finger fucking girls in cars during high school. And he's damn good at it. Was the life I should have lived? Instead of abbreviated sessions in Adam’s bedroom, quickies in Derek’s car? Where would I be now if his was the first taste of sexuality I’d had?
My grip on his leg tightens and I open my legs wider to give him better access. He adds a third finger into me, stretching me pleasantly.
The previews end and the movie begins, but I barely take any of it in. I don't even know the name. Some sort of comedy-action film starring an actor I recognize but can't name.
And right now, I don't give the slightest fuck.
My newfound addiction to orgasms makes everything else fall away once I have one in my grasp.
He starts rubbing my clit each time he pulls out of my pussy, sending me riding along the edge. I stiffen and almost stop breathing as I try to leap off the cliff.
After pumping in hard a few more times, he starts to rub fast, hard circles on my clit. His breathing grows as ragged as mine. We continue staring at the screen and I wonder if he has any idea of what's happening in the movie. I force myself to stay quiet, not wanting to draw attention to us, even with the windows we've fogged up closed.
At last, the waves crash over me, tossing me about, the undertow yanking me back and forth along the bottom until I finally wash up on the shore, soaked in pleasure and breathless.
I rest my head on the back of the seat, my eyes closed as I come back to myself.
Once I get myself under control, I open my eyes. Derek stares at me in awe, his eyes roving down my body, to the dress bunched up at my waist.
"That was so hot."
I grin. "Yes, it was." My hand still on his thigh travels to the button of his jeans and I free him from his pants. His cock is shorter than the others I've had experience with, but much thicker. My hand barely wraps around it. I stroke up and down him for a moment, before scooting back and leaning over to take him into my mouth.
One of his hands fists my hair while the other trails down my back, around my side to one of my tits. He slips his hand under the fabric and squeezes, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I moan quietly around his cock.
My jaw aches from how wide he is, but I can go all the way down on him with ease. I bob up and down on him, faster and faster. He lets out whispered curses and moans, his grip on my hair tightening.
With a sharp pinch to my nipple, he slides his hand out of my dress and down my back to my ass. His fingers travel through the crack of my ass up to my still wet and sensitive cunt. He pumps three fingers in and out in time with me on his dick.
I pull back and swirl my tongue over the head, licking under the ridge. He shoves his fingers in me as far as they'll go and twists. We moan in unison. I lick down his length and take his massive balls into my mouth, sucking on them gently.
He crooks his fingers to hit my g-spot in response.
We play back and forth like that until we're both gasping and have heated up the car. Lust fogs the interior as we race for the climax finish line. I graze the side of him with my teeth and them take all of him in my mouth, sucking hard.
He stiffens, swells, and shoots cum down my throat. I swallow and lick every last bit. His cock twitches in my mouth and his body shudders beneath me. I keep licking until he stills. His fingers slide from me and I sit up.
I grin at the dazed expression on his face.
He turns to me with a cocky smile. "Your turn."
"What?" I ask.
"Pull up your dress and open your legs."
I scurry to comply, getting into a position he can easily reach, but that hopefully isn't too obvious if anyone looks at us. My back is to the passenger side window and the glass is cool and wet against my back. But with the dark tint on his windows and the night sky embracing us, I doubt anyone can see a thing unless they come right up to the car.
He moves the seat back so he won't be hampered by the steering wheel and bends over, his head between my legs. His tongue moves against me in a frenzy. He licks every inch of me. Inside and out.
I open my legs wider to the point of pain, wanting him to have access to whatever he wants. He shoves two fingers inside me and crooks them up to my g-spot again while he ravishes my clit. I can smell both of us, our desire, our climaxes, our need. The scents swirl around us, mixing with the buttery popcorn from outside and the remainder of our food in the back. My skin is slick with sweat.
His five o'clock shadow scrapes against the tender skin between my thighs as he continues his assault on my sensitive pussy. He uses teeth too and I can't keep the moan inside at the sensation. My hands grasp his massi
ve biceps, my fingers clawing at the fabric of his shirt. His other hand plucks at my nipples over my dress, giving them the attention I crave and love. Nipple play is the best. I want to pull my dress down so he can reach them better, but I stop myself. That might be a little too far right here.
He doesn't let up, he doesn't change it up like some men do. He has single-minded focus on his mission. He has no interest in keeping my orgasm at bay. He wants it as fast as I can give it. He demands it. He isn't playing around, trying to draw it out. And while orgasm denial was fun as hell, there is something truly wonderful about a man who wants to wring as many out of you as fast as he possibly can.
As he hits my g-spot over and over and his teeth scrapes against my skin and his tongue flickers over the nub, tension tightens each of my limbs. He's not as good at it as Scott is, but he's still definitely getting the job done.
And if I'm honest, no one has been as good as Scott. Especially at oral.
I shove away thoughts of my best friend. He has no place here and I'm tired of him sneaking into my thoughts when I'm in the middle of sexy scenarios. It's super frustrating that he's the best I've ever had. It was one thing being better than Adam, but he has to be better than the other three guys too? How many women has he been with to grow such skill?
The tension is chased away by red hot heat searing through me, flushing my skin scarlet. I suck my cheeks into my teeth to stay quiet, only a squeak escapes. It's a powerful, but a quick climax. I pant and tremble as he pulls away, thoughtfully sliding my dress back down over my still open legs. He's such a gentleman. And a damn hot and skillful one. I want another orgasm. I'm a greedy addict and I need more than two.
We stare at each other. "It's too bad we didn't do this all through high school."
I laugh and force myself into a more appropriate position. "Amen to that, my friend."
He shakes his head, eyes wide. "You are amazing. I don't think I've ever been with a woman like you before."
My brow furrows. "What do you mean?" My voice is breathless, the afterglow still warming me, soothing me, relaxing me.
Derek shrugs. "It's just surprising. You were hot, but quiet back then. Focused on school and you had that close friendship with that guy. Scott."
I jump at Scott's name. "What's your point?" I'm confused.
"You just aren't at all what I expected. You're so free with your sexuality. Most people would never go this far out here like this. A hand-job, a finger-fuck. Not oral where anyone could walk up and see. It's seriously fucking hot."
I wink at him. "Well, I don't think we've even gotten halfway through the movie yet. We still have plenty of time to go even farther." I look around his car. "Though we might need to find a place a little more private."
He sits up straight, his green eyes glowing from the light of the screen. "I've got a blanket in the trunk."
"There are some nice trees behind us." I gesture to the wood-line at the back edge of the field.
He chuckles. "I'll get the blanket and sneak back there."
"I'll follow you in five." I wink at him.
19
I don't make it five minutes.
I barely wait two before I spring from the car and hurry into the cropping of trees. It's dark, but it doesn't take long to find Derek. He didn't travel too far, just past the first layer. We can still see and hear the movie from here. Which makes the whole thing even hotter. It may not really be public sex, but it sure as hell is close. Derek may think I'm free with my sexuality, and compared to who I used to be, I am, but this is probably as brave as I'll get.
I help him spread the blanket on the ground and kick off my shoes. We meet in the middle and finally actually kiss. He slides his hand down my waist to cup my ass, drawing up the skirt of my dress until he reaches bare skin. His fingers knead my flesh, digging into my plump ass. My arms wrap around his neck and I press my body into his incredibly hard one, opening my mouth under his. I shiver against him even though his heat and the warm air wraps around me.
Derek's tongue sweeps into my mouth and our tongues dance together. He grips my ass and yanks me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing myself against him. Fuck, he's strong. He holds me up like I weigh nothing, he isn't even straining. He's so tall, our faces are level as we continue to kiss. My naked pussy is pressed against the waistband of his jeans, the thick fabric rough against my skin. I hope I'm not leaving a wet spot on his clothes. His big hands are warm as he cups my ass and starts to bounce me up and down against him. I moan softly into his mouth as lust pools low in my belly.
He lowers us until he's on his knees, with me still wrapped around him. One of his hands travels back up my spine to the tie at my neck. With a sharp tug, the bodice of my dress falls, leaving my breasts bare.
He leans back a little to look his fill, releasing my neck and ass to cup the globes in his palms. "I've been jerking off to this fantasy for six years."
I chuckle and kiss him. "So have I." I always fantasized about making out and messing around with him.
He tweaks my nipples before we sink the rest of the way to the ground. I spread out on my back on the wool blanket, and he rests on his belly beside me, propping himself up on one arm. He runs his fingers over first one tit, and then the other, his nails scraping lightly at my nipples. I squirm, my back arching off the ground. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. His touch shoots sharp electricity through me, zinging straight down to my core. I grasp the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair, pressing my tit into his face.
The air is balmy and filled with the noises of night bugs declaring their dissatisfaction with the movie disturbing their peace. I wonder what they think of the two of us. Faintly, I hear some sort of argument between a man and woman on the movie.
My honeysuckle lotion joins the other scents of night blooming wildflowers and pine trees. Starlight twinkles above us and the moon casts a glow through the treetops. A few fireflies light up the field and edges of the woods. It's a gorgeous night. Almost magical.
But it all falls away when Derek sucks hard on my nipple and slides his hands between my thighs, jerking my dress up until the whole thing is bunched around my ribs. The night air warms my suddenly vulnerable skin and Derek's clever fingers bring scorching heat.
I claw at his shirt, wanting to see him finally in person instead of filtered photos on my phone, wanting skin on skin. We can't afford to chance getting completely undressed out here, but we can afford for him to lose a shirt.
He obliges, yanking it over his head. I run fingers over his bulging muscles. I prefer cut but lean guys like Scott, but Derek still has a beautiful grace to him. I like how it makes me feel so small and helpless next to him. I'm a little bit in awe over how fucking gorgeous he is.
He rolls on top of me, squashing my tits, and kisses me. My legs wrap around his waist again, and the bulge in his jeans rubs against my pussy. I lift my pelvis to stroke against him harder. My nipples rake against the fine dusting of hair on his sculpted chest.
The wool of the blanket is scratchy against my skin and it smells like Home Depot. I'm surprised at myself. I'm not much for the outdoors unless it's a beach or I'm out in the sun.
But surrounded by the sounds of nature and the dance of shadows from the rustling leaves, I've never enjoyed nature more. It's like the insects and creatures are playing a song and dance just for us.
Derek kisses every bit of me he can reach, his lips and tongue flitting over my skin. I squirm beneath each touch, each brush of skin against skin. I guess I'd expected a wham bam thank you ma'am from him out here, but he seems intent on drawing out every last bit.
I have absolutely no objections to that.
Once he has me all up in a lather, I push him to his back and give him the same treatment across his chest. He has surprisingly sensitive nipples. Which is adorable. The teenager still inside me is screaming her joy at having her mouth on Derek freaking Conway's sexy bo
dy.
I pay a large amount of attention to the V leading down his pants. I fucking love that muscle. I run my tongue up and down the V until his mouth twists and he starts yanking up the grass from the ground by the roots. I unbutton and unzip his pants, freeing his cock. I lick him like a lollipop before crawling back up to kiss him some more. I like kissing him. He's good at it. He's gentle, but skillful, no gross slobber or clashing teeth. Just soft lips and a sexy, wicked tongue. I taste myself on him and wonder if he can taste himself on me.
The scent of sex joins our breathy moans and it's like we're in our own little bubble. We don't care about the other people at the movie. We don't care about one of the attendants possibly hearing something and coming to investigate. We don't care about anything other than this moment, and the pleasure we want and need to find in each other's arms tonight.
He rolls us over with me returned to my back and him hovering above me. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and as soon as he has it on, he pushes into me.
He stretches me more than anyone ever has. It's my favorite part about all of this. The different experiences. No man, no cock is the same. Different positions, their cocks hitting different and new spots. Their different tastes and smells, the differences in their kisses, their touches. Hard, soft, rough, gentle.
And I've loved it all. Each one of my experiences has been amazing. The entry into BDSM with the stranger, the role-play and spanking from Professor Roux, and the mind-fucking-blowing oral from Scott. Followed by the best sex of my entire life.
So maybe I do have my favorites.
But everyone's been leagues better than stupid ass Adam.
And the one thing that's shocked and pleased me the most? Each of these men actually gave a fuck about me having orgasms. Multiple ones. There's been no fucking until they get their release and not caring if I do or not. I've had no need to fake anything. And that is glorious.
I grip Derek's wide, strong shoulders as he moves in and out of me, his hands holding my waist, keeping me steady. Oh. My. Word. He's so fucking wide. He doesn't reach as far inside me as the others, but whoa boy, I am stretched to the limits. I was a little worried it would hurt, but it doesn't. It's strange, but not painful. Just different. And it feels damn good too. I'm so wet, he slides through me with ease. Our eyes meet and we exchange smiles.
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