by Kelsey King
13
Levi
"I feel like a horny teenager," I say, watching Oakley in the dim light of the car. She agreed to meet me at my car after midnight so we could go for a drive. We both know the reason for the drive—car sex. My hormones are raging, and my dick is already thick with arousal.
“I still am practically.” Oakley laughs before climbing into my lap. With the steering wheel at her back, putting her perky tits right in my face.
We drove to Lover’s Lane, a spot on the outskirts of town high up on a hill. From here you could almost see the edge of town and on a clear night like tonight the stars are breathtaking, but my view is even better than the stars. I tug up her dress and drag her bra away before closing my mouth over the swollen bud.
It's been two months since Oakley spent that first weekend at my place, and I knew the time was inching closer that we needed to decide what we were going to do. I craved her like my next breath. Every time I touched her, it felt like the first time and every time I saw her I couldn't deny the eager way I wanted her. My attraction to her hasn't dimmed a bit, and if it's even possible, it's become stronger over the past several weeks. She's fun and interesting, and we have more in common than I expected.
I swirl my tongue over her nipple, drawing a moan from her and not for the first time, wonder if it was even possible that I found my soulmate. Even if Oakley is so much younger than me, we have a connection stronger than Rebecca and I ever had.
I can actually see myself spending the rest of my life with her and never wanting another woman again. This is heady stuff—stuff I’ve avoided since my divorce, and I’m only now willing to explore again.
I can feel the heat between her legs through my sweatpants. She’s only wearing a dress she pulled on in the spur of the moment, which is really working for me. I reach between us and push her panties aside before I plunge my finger into her tight heat. I can feel her walls clenching around me instantly. She’s so fucking responsive it drives me wild. I pull out my finger and quickly tug down my pants. My cock jumps free, eager to be inside her.
Oakley stabilizes herself by putting her hands on my shoulder and pushes herself up a little. She sinks down on top of me, swallowing my dick in one smooth move. I watch her eyes flutter closed with pleasure and feel the intense need shooting through my system.
Oakley opens her eyes and gives me the sexiest fuck-me-look I’ve ever seen before she starts rocking back and forth on my dick. “Yes, baby. Ride my cock,” I encourage, squeezing her hips and helping her stay on pace. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”
I’ve forgotten how much fun car sex can be, how intimate the confined space is and how creative you need to be.
“I love how full you make me feel,” she admits, a blush covering her cheeks. I love that she’s so blunt around me, even if it makes her embarrassed to say. “You’re so deep.” She moans, panting.
I feel the pressure building in my cock and know my release is imminent. I slip a finger between our bodies and start flicking and rubbing Oakley’s clit to encourage hers as well.
We both erupt in a manner of seconds. Oakley grabs onto my shoulders, and I grasp the steering wheel with one hand and her hip in the other.
“Fuck, Levi!” Oakley shouts as she rides out her orgasm, milking my cock for every fucking drop.
A smug grin creeps onto my face as I watch her regain her composure. “I love driving you wild.” I press a kiss to her lips. “You drive me fucking insane.”
Oakley laughs and hops back into her own seat before she deals with her panties. “You’re insatiable,” she teases, biting down on her lower lip. “ But now you have to drive me home before my parents find out I’m not in bed.”
I sigh and start the car. This is the hardest part, knowing that we’re sneaking around and that every interlude we have together in secret has a time limit. I’m fucking tired of it. I’m a grown man, and I want to be free to love who I want.
We drive home in silence, both lost in our thoughts. We want to be together, but there is so much to consider. Oakley's age is the biggest concern for me. I often wonder if she'll get tired of dating an older guy. There's my daughter and her parents to consider, which is our biggest hold up at the moment. We both know we need to make a decision soon, hell we agreed on making a decision two months ago, but we've yet to make one that isn't sneaking around.
I heave out a heavy sigh and put my hand on her knee. “I don’t want to sneak around anymore Oakley. I hate this.”
“You just said you loved car sex?” she says, looking at me with a frown.
“I love the car sex, but I would’ve liked to stick around until my dick at least relaxed.” I laugh and give her a wink.
“I know Levi, me too. It’s just complicated…” Oakley trails off and looks out into the darkness.
“When are we going to make a decision? A real decision,” I confirm. “I hope you already know what I want.” I give her a look making it clear that it’s her.
Oakley gives me a sad smile. "I do. I want you too, but what if we tell everyone right now, and tomorrow or in a month or two we both realize this was just a fling. I would've lost Vayda's friendship, and my parents would hate you…for what? For a quick fling. Don't you think we need to be sure first?"
"So we keep sneaking around a little longer until we're sure this is a sure thing?" I ask her but hate the idea; however, I know where she's coming from. We could jeopardize everything and then end up not working out.
"I think so, at least that's the best idea I can come up with. Fuck Levi, I don't want to ruin all these relationships and friendships, and then it was nothing." She sighs and places her hand on my knee. "However, I don't think this is nothing," she admits silently. "At least not for me."
“Good, because I want to explore this with you.”
We pull up to my house, and I notice the light is off in Vayda’s room. I’m not ready to let Oakley go yet. I look at her and know what I want to do. “Are your parents asleep?”
Oakley nods before a frown creases her brow. “Yes.” She studies me. “You aren’t thinking what I think you are...”
She trails off letting the words hang between us.
I give her a teasing grin and know that is exactly what I’m considering. “I’m just going to check and make sure Vayda’s sleeping then I’m coming over. Text me if they’re awake. Otherwise, I’ll meet you at the back door in five minutes.”
Oakley giggles and shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you.” I laugh and squeeze her hand.
About five minutes later after I’m sure Vayda is down for the night, I head over to Oakley’s house. Just like we agreed, she’s waiting at the back door, a huge smile spread across her face.
“Are they asleep?” I whisper, glancing into the dark house.
"Dad's snoring and mom's passed out cold. I think she took a sleeping pill again, so we're in the clear," she whispers then takes my hand, leading me inside.
“Just for a little while,” I whisper as I follow her up to her room.
As we step into her room, I feel overwhelmed. Being in her room, knowing her parents are just down the hall, this was a big risk. Oakley looks at me with wide eyes before she glances at the bed. The spread is a dusky pink-checkered print with flowers, and it reminds me just how young she is. The soft light from her bedside lamp illuminates the features on her face.
Without a word, I close the door behind me and lock it then walk toward her.
We reach for each other at the same time. My heart swells with love for this woman in front of me as I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Just looking at her I know this is a risk I’m willing to take. I need more than a quick fuck in my car tonight. I need to show her how much I care for her.
Our mouths meet in a tender battle, tongues swooping even as our hands start to explore. She tastes sweet and forbidden, and I explore every inch of her mouth. Her hands, much more confident than they were the first time
, tugs my shirt over my head. Her fingers trail over my chest with so much tenderness my heartaches before she kisses me again.
As we kiss, I slip the tiny bands over her shoulders, letting her dress drop to the floor. Her bra whispers to the floor along with her panties within a matter of seconds. Oakley tugs down my sweatpants, and we stand in her bedroom, completely naked, holding onto each other.
This moment feels almost as if we’re trying to tell each other that we matter, even if we will be judged, we matter.
Our lovemaking is slow and tender. I pick Oakley up and set her down gently on the bed before joining her. I stroke a hand leisurely over her torso, relishing the satiny texture of her skin before my fingers reach the dark patch between her thighs. I slowly slip my finger between the folds to find her soaking wet.
Oakley smiles down at me, and instead of opening her legs for me she slides out from under me and pushes me onto my back.
“Touch yourself,” she demands, seductively. “Like you did the first time I saw you in the shower.”
Fuck, this girl is hotter than any other girl I’ve ever known.
I take my full length in my hand and start working my hand up and down the shaft. Oakley strokes her own breasts as she watches me. The moment is so hot I almost explode in my palm
Oakley takes my hand off my dick just as I feel my orgasm building. She moves over me and takes me into her mouth. The heat penetrates my dick, making it pulse for release.
I expect her to suck me off, but she doesn't. After a few swirls of her tongue, she sits up and looks at me with something very much related to love.
My heart swells at the sight, knowing she feels the same way I do. I grab her hips and flip her onto her back, eliciting a giggle from her. “Shhh, you’ll wake your parents,” I remind her with a smile before I sink myself into her tight cunt.
She’s fucking tight as always, making me nearly losing control. Instead of pumping toward my release, I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, meeting her gaze. Our eyes lock as I slowly thrust into her; each stroke slower than the first, making the heat build higher.
We watch each other as the wave starts to build, we reach the crest together, and once we ride out the wave, we crash against each other.
Our breathing is labored as I pull her toward me. We spoon, neither saying a word, the moment was too big to put in words. No words could ever explain the passion we just shared, the intimacy, and the love I know we both feel.
We both lie awake, fighting off sleep to cherish a few more stolen minutes together.
After a while, I have no choice but to leave. I dress in silence before I kiss Oakley good night. "I love you. I think it's time I told you that."
I watch her eyes widen with surprise, but I don't wait for her answer. She can deal with that revelation on her own, but I've kept my feelings to myself long enough.
14
Oakley
Text Message From: Oakley
Going into withdrawal. Need my fix NOW!
Text Message From: Loverboy
Withdrawal can be dangerous. Best you come see the good doctor.
Text Message From: Oakley
I don’t like doctors…
Text Message from: Loverboy
You’ll like this one. I do house calls and have very interesting treatments in mind…
Text Message From: Oakley
I can think of one treatment I need…would this be an option?
Text Message From: Loverboy
At the moment no, that treatment is best planned ahead. Currently, I can offer you various other treatments to help with withdrawal. See you in a few.
A smile spreads across my face. I never knew how much fun texting a guy could be, but with Levi everything is fun. I mentally give myself a high five for the screen name I gave him in case my mother or Vayda ever looked at notifications on my phone. I head out to the kitchen and tell my mom I’m going over to Vayda’s and climb over the fence ladder. Levi is waiting for me on the terrace with a cocky grin.
“We don’t have a lot of time. Vayda will be back soon.”
“I know, I just wanted to see you,” I say as I wrap my arms around Levi’s neck.
“Happy anniversary,” Levi whispers into my ear.
I pull back and give him a confused look. “What?”
Levi laughs and pulls me against him. “We’ve been together for six months. I kissed you for the first time today—six months ago.” He presses a kiss against my mouth, and I hang onto him a little tighter.
The fact that he'd remember something like this really touches my heart. Wasn't that what girls did? Kept track of every single special milestone and even turning a few random things into special occasions just to have another event to celebrate?
I’m so in love with this man I’m physically stopping myself from climbing onto the nearest rooftop and shouting it to the entire neighborhood. This is who I want—only it’s so complicated.
We still need to decide when we’re going to tell our families and neither of us has approached the subject again since the night Levi sneaked into my room the first time.
I say the first time because since that night we’ve made a conscious effort to sneak into each other’s rooms at least twice a week. Last week, Vayda almost caught me when she woke up in the middle of the night feeling ill. I hid in the closet for about an hour before Levi got her back to bed with some meds.
“Are we going to tell them soon?” I ask, absorbing the heat from Levi’s body.
Levi sighs and frames my face with his hand. “We have a big decision to make Oakley, one that will change the dynamics and our lives forever.”
I nod. "I know that, Levi. Don't you think I know that? I know that every time I lie to my mother. Every time I talk to Vayda, I realize that when she finds out about us, I might as well kiss our friendship goodbye. I'm just tired. I'm tired of lying and sneaking and worst of all, being ashamed of us. Nothing this good has ever happened to me before, and I don't like feeling ashamed for it."
"I know baby, I know. Your dad's got a big thing at work next week, and Vayda's stressing about a school project. Why don't we tell them when things calm down?"
So this was it, my heart jumped into my throat. “Really, you mean that?”
“Yes. I’m tired as well. I love you, and I don’t see why we should hide any longer. We’re wasting time.”
Shit! He's serious, this is going to happen finally. I try to wrap my head around it. "How do you think we should do it?"
"I think it'll be the easiest if we do it together. We sit them all down and tell our story."
I grunt. “And we hope they stay long enough to hear us out?”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s not going to be easy, baby. We know that, but at least they’ll know.”
I nod and hear Vayda’s car pull up outside. “Better run.” I give him one more smack on the lips before I head over the fence.
I walk into our kitchen to my mother is peeling potatoes, and she looks over her shoulder, giving me a welcoming smile. I smile back and grab a potato to help. Though I have a feeling in a couple of weeks, she won't want me anywhere near her kitchen.
15
Oakley
I look down at the two pink lines and feel a tear slip over my cheek. Had my situation been different, I'd be smiling right now.
Levi and I would've told our families yesterday, but I avoided his calls and ignored his messages. I haven't been feeling well for a couple of days now, and it was this morning, hanging over the porcelain bowl that I could no longer ignore my symptoms or try and fool myself into thinking I had the stomach flu. Stomach flu didn't make your bra scrape against your nipples like sandpaper and stomach flu definitely didn't make you cry at a laundry detergent commercial.
I was afraid of this. That’s why I bought the test a week ago. I just haven’t had the courage to take it. This morning I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. If I was pregnant there were things I needed to do. I remember my sex
-ed teacher telling us about prenatal vitamins and stuff like that. The option of aborting the baby didn’t even occur to me. I know I want this baby no matter what. I cradle my belly with my hand, but this just complicated things a hell of a lot more than they were a few weeks ago.
Levi chooses that moment to phone me again. I can't talk to him now. We haven't discussed having children or even getting married, and suddenly it feels to me like I'm swimming in an ocean of uncertainty. Does he even want another child? Would he think I purposely trapped him? Is that what everyone else would think too? He's in his late thirties. I doubt he'd be up for midnight duty or diapers again.
Another tear slips down my cheek, and my mom knocks at the door. "Honey, are you all right? Shouldn't you go to the doctor?"
I brush the tears off my face and hide the pregnancy test and the packing in the bottom drawer behind all the spare towels and razors we’re not allowed to use. Just another thing my mother insists on keeping for unexpected guests. I adjust myself, making sure she doesn’t get suspicious. I open the bathroom door, forcing a smile onto my face. “I’m fine, Mom. I’m feeling better already.”
My mom studies me from head to toe before she frowns. “I’m just worried honey. It comes with the job description, ya know.”
I swallow back the tears as I realize in nine months I'll have the same job description. I pull my mom into a hug and know the obstacles Levi and I have been keeping up will be shattered soon enough.