The Big Ohhh

by Ashton, Nikki

  “You picked it,” I said as I glanced back at the screen.

  “I know but I had no idea it would be this bad.” She turned to me and stared. “I thought it was a remake of a classic.”

  “Well obviously not.”

  I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. Willow had picked ‘Wicker Man’, because she thought, as I had, it was a remake of the old horror film, but when the main guy in the film got cursed and gradually turned to wicker, we realised we’d got it totally wrong.

  “Oh no,” Willow hissed as we watched the man hobble down a road with one wicker leg and one normal one. “That’s just the last straw.”

  “Oh shit.”

  I dropped my head back and laughed so loud that the one other person in there tutted in disgust.

  “Wicker – straw, do you get it?” I said as I leaned into her and nuzzled my nose against her neck to smother my laughter.

  God, she’d said I smelled nice, well she smelled incredible. All sweet and sugary. She looked gorgeous too and the thing she’d done with her hair; it looked like a bow on top of her head and was fantastic. In fact, every damn superlative I could think of needed to be sent her way.

  I probably stayed nestled against her for too long, but I couldn’t pull myself away and when she gave a little moan and stretched her neck, I really had to kiss her warm skin.

  “Charlie,” she said on a little gasp of air.

  “Hmm?” I reached my hand and cupped her face and gently turned it so our lips could meet. “You don’t really want to watch this film, do you?”

  The screen flickered and reflected in her big eyes as she stared at me and shook her head.

  “Good.”

  I kissed her slowly, both my hands cradled her head as my body angled toward hers, and it had to have been the most perfect kiss I’d ever had. Her lips were soft, her tongue gave long delicate strokes against mine and her hands clutched at my t-shirt. As I pushed closer, Willow shifted in her seat, and sent the box of popcorn that was placed between us all over the floor, but I didn’t care. All I wanted and needed was her mouth on mine.

  My hand moved down Willow’s side, my thumb skimmed the curve of her tit and immediately I felt it swell, and as it did, my dick grew harder in my jeans. For a brief moment I worried about what had happened in her bedroom a few nights before, but somehow, I knew it wasn’t going to happen again. I was as hard as steel, but there was no danger of me blowing like a geyser.

  “Do you want to go somewhere else?” I asked as I kissed along her jaw.

  “Your house?” she asked, breathlessly.

  “My brother is home.” For all Johnny didn’t care if anyone could hear his sexual antics, I did.

  “Practically my whole family is home,” she groaned. “What about your car?”

  I kissed her again, this time I let my hand rest on her tit and rubbed my thumb over her nipple. Finally, when I didn’t think I had any breath left in my lungs, I pulled away.

  “Okay, let’s go,” I gasped.

  * * *

  We’d practically run back to the car, even though we tried not to appear too eager, despite the fact that we were. Once inside I started it up and drove us, just about within the speed limit, to an old abandoned pub on the edge of town. The boarded-up building was surrounded by fields and I figured if we parked around the back and turned off the car headlights, no one would spot us from the road.

  I screeched the car to a halt, almost doing a handbrake turn, I quickly unclipped my seat belt and made a grab for Willow, who was halfway across the centre console anyway.

  “Listen,” she panted out as she reached for the button of my jeans. “I don’t want you to think I do this all the time, on a first, or second date, whichever way to look at it, but it’s been a while and well, I really like you, just so you know.”

  “Don’t…fucking…care,” I said, in between taking her mouth in mine. “I…really…like…you…too…and…this…isn’t…a….one…night…thing…for…me.”

  “Good, oh my God…to know.”

  Once my jeans had been pushed down my legs, I wasted no time as I hastily unbuttoned Willow’s and waited as my dick pointed up to the car roof, while she sat back in the passenger seat and tried to pull them off.

  “Ah shit. They’re stuck.”

  “Here,” I said and beckoned her with my hand. “Give me your leg.”

  She did and I ripped off her shoe.

  “Next one.”

  I did the same again and without any hesitancy, pulled her jeans off and threw them into the footwell, then I reached for her and dragged her back over to me.

  When I realised she only had a thin landing strip, I had to concentrate hard not to repeat my previous mistake. Then, when her almost bare pussy and arse met my naked skin, I almost didn’t give a shit about embarrassing myself again, but I thought about how fucking good it would be to be inside her and the urge to come ebbed away.

  “Condom,” Willow gasped as she reached between us to grab a hold of my dick.

  “Shit, in my jeans.”

  Willow leaned back and stretched for my pocket and pulled out my wallet. “In here?”

  “Yeah,” I groaned. “And can you stop moving so much, the friction is…fuck.”

  “Oh God, sorry.”

  Willow looked at me warily and tried not to move as she opened up my wallet and flicked through the few notes inside it.

  “Little pocket at the front.”

  She nodded and flipped open the small flap and pulled out the condom and then threw my wallet to one side, she ripped at the silver foil with her teeth, spat it out and then smoothed the latex down my begging cock.

  “Wow, neat work,” I said as I leaned forward to kiss her.

  “I’m desperate for you to be inside me.”

  She raised herself up on her knees and then sank down onto me and I thought I might see stars; it was so good. She was tight and I was hard as granite, so when she started to move up and down the pleasure rushed around my body like electricity down a cable.

  “Oh, oh, oh, shit,” Willow groaned on an upward stroke.

  “What’s wrong?” I placed my hands on her hips and tried to continue the rhythm that she’d started, but I couldn’t move her.

  “Cramp.” Her groans were strangulated, and her pretty face contorted. “I need to stretch out.”

  “Okay, hold on.”

  I reached down the side of the seat and pulled the handle, it sent the seat backward so I was lying flat. With another groan, Willow leaned forward and stretched her leg out.

  “Argh, that hurts so much.”

  She began to shake her leg and must have kicked the steering wheel somehow, because the horn blared out and startled us both.

  “Shit, sorry,” she cried as she buried her face in my neck.

  “Does it still hurt?”

  I was desperate for her to move because my dick was still inside her, and it most definitely enjoyed being in a warm tight space and if I wasn’t careful it might just fucking drop off to sleep.

  “It’s going,” she puffed out.

  “You think you can move?”

  She gave me a lusty smile and started to move her hips in a figure eight, which caused my cock to perk right back up. We continued kissing as Willow made all the moves and it was pure bliss. After a few minutes she pushed up onto her knees again and placed her flat palms on my chest and I had to recite the seven times table in my head to make sure there wasn’t a premature end to what was turning out to be a mind-blowing night.

  She then reached up and pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, leaving me with the view of two perfect tits; well they were from my angle anyway.

  “Give me those fucking beautiful tits,” I groaned and reached up like a baby bird that needed feeding.

  Willow stretched forward and down and as I was about to take a hard, pink nipple into my mouth she screamed at the top of her voice.

  “Oh my God, oh shit, Charlie what the -”

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p; She scrambled off me and back into the passenger seat, plastered herself against the door and pointed a shaky finger toward the back seat.

  “What?” I cried and scrambled to sit up. “What is it? Willow, tell me.”

  I turned on my side, my heavy dick thudded against the seat and totally unimpressed at being interrupted let me know with a twitch. I leaned forward to see what had upset Willow and immediately felt the pain as my hand made contact with my miserable appendage.

  “Fuck. Oh shit, my fucking dick.”

  “Charlie it’s in the back seat,” Willow screamed and wrapped her arms around her naked body, totally unmoved by my discomfort.

  As I gingerly sat up, I winced and looked into the back seat.

  “What the fuck.” I shrank back and caught my dick again and more pain shot through it.

  “Charlie what is it?” Willow sobbed. “Why the hell do you have it in your car? Please don’t hurt me.”

  I looked at her, wide eyed. “What the hell…I’m not going to hurt you.” I reached my hand out to her. “Willow, babe, please calm down. I have no idea what it is. It’s not my damn car.”

  “It’s not,” she gasped, swiftly sitting upright and staring at me.

  “No, it’s Bomber’s. I couldn’t exactly pick you up in a damn Vauxhall Combo, could I?”

  She shrugged. “I have no idea, what the hell is a Vauxhall Combo, but more to the point what the hell is that head doing on the back seat.”

  As Willow started to cry again, I managed to sit up and pull the condom off my now limp dick. I reached up for the light and turned to look in the back seat.

  “For fuck’s sake,” I groaned. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

  “W-what is it?” Willow stammered and edged herself up to peer over the top of the seat.

  I reached behind for the ‘severed head’ and held up the life-size doll’s head with the Elvis wig on it.

  “Bomber’s dad is an Elvis impersonator,” I sighed and rubbed a hand down my face. “He keeps his wig on a doll’s head to keep it straight.”

  Willow whimpered and reached a hand to the wig and touched it. “It looks so real.”

  “Yeah, well it’s only a wig.”

  I turned the head to me and flipped it the bird before I lobbed it back onto the seat behind me.

  “I’m sorry, Willow. I had no idea it was there. Are you okay?”

  I reached up and thank God, she leaned forward and let me cup her cheek.

  “It scared the shit out of me,” she whispered.

  “I can imagine, that’s the last thing you expect to see in the middle of sex.” I pulled her closer and kissed her mouth softly. “You want to get dressed and I’ll take you home.”

  Her brow furrowed. “No pizza?”

  “You still want to go?”

  “Yeah, I’m starving. I mean I know sex is off the agenda now, but there’s no need for us to go home.”

  I could have high-fived myself. I’d been sure she’d want to call it a night and probably never want to see me again.

  “Let’s go and eat then, unless you want to go back for your mum’s beef sandwiches?”

  The look she threw me said it all and we both got dressed. Finally, with my cock back in my boxers and Willow’s gorgeous tits back under cover, I started up the car.

  “Charlie,” Willow said, turning in her seat to look at me.

  “Yep.”

  “What the hell is a Vauxhall Combo?”

  I groaned, shifted the car into gear, and realised that there was still a lot that Willow Dixon needed to learn about me.

  Rear entry is the best move for hitting your ‘Aaah zone’, but make it even better by slipping a pillow underneath your hips when you’re on the bottom, it will tilt your hips forward and give him a better chance of hitting his target – be careful there’s no one around who needs to park their bike.

  * * *

  Willow

  As I waited for Polly in the café, I thought back to the night before and the disastrous attempt at sex with Charlie in his car, well Bomber’s car with the bloody severed head on the back seat. It had been going well. I had started to get into a rhythm and the burn had begun to build in the pit of my stomach, even though I was the one to do all the work, which worried me a little bit, if I was being honest. I was all for equality and didn’t believe in simply lying there and mentally compiling a list for the weekly grocery shop, but Charlie hadn’t really made much effort. His hips hadn’t moved one inch. He’d been great up until then; the point where I was ready for sex, he’d been fantastic in fact. I had almost straddled him in the cinema, but once we got naked, or semi-naked, he was the one on his back and contemplating his Fantasy Football team for the week.

  Two failed attempts at sex was not good, and even though the rest of the night had been great, it had played on my mind when I’d got into bed. Obviously, I was frustrated too and had to give myself an orgasm, which was by no means as satisfying, particularly as the Battenberg cake Mum had insisted Charlie and I eat when he took me home, made me burp all night.

  I took another sip of my coffee and glanced at my watch, as usual Polly was late, but luckily, I had taken half a day off so wasn’t in a rush to get back to work. I picked up the menu and reread it for the tenth time, just as I finished it, Polly plonked herself down in the wooden chair opposite to me.

  “Sorry I’m late, that bloody witch from accounts called me in to argue about my damn expenses for my trip to London. She tried to say I should have got the tube and not a bloody cab.”

  As she continued to complain, I nodded my head and listened, trying to look suitably sympathetic, with a yes or no where appropriate. Finally, she took a deep breath.

  “Okay, what are we eating?”

  “I’ll have cheese and pickle on brown, and you’ll have tuna and sweetcorn on white, as usual.”

  She grinned at me and waved over a waitress. “You know me so well.”

  After we placed our orders, Polly blew out her cheeks and pulled off her jacket. “So, spill about Charlie.”

  Polly had been on a course in London for a couple of days, so I hadn’t had a chance to fill her in, except for a quick call on Sunday, but then her train had gone through a tunnel and we’d got cut off.

  “You said he’d stayed the night, so I gather you had sex.”

  I shook my head. “Nope. We were too drunk and then on Sunday morning my dad kind of killed the mood.”

  I don’t know what stopped me from telling Polly about Charlie’s ‘accident’, because I usually told her everything. Maybe if I wasn’t going to see him again, I would have, but seeing as he’d asked me on another date, I really wanted to keep that little piece of information to myself.

  “Oh shit, how did he do that?” she asked.

  “Charlie ran into him in the kitchen and Dad was naked.” I dropped my head to the table and groaned. “It was awful, he even gave him advice on giving me a morning orgasm.”

  Polly’s face appeared next to mine on the wood. “Did you say he gave him sex advice?” she hissed.

  I sat up and narrowly missed her head. “Yep.”

  “Shit, no wonder you didn’t do the deed. So, I take it that’s it, you haven’t seen him again.”

  “No, I went out with him last night.”

  Polly squealed and clapped her hands. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

  “We went to the cinema and then pizza, oh and then had cake with the family.”

  She gave a loud snort of laughter, sat back in her chair and tapped a long electric blue fingernail on the table.

  “You ate cake with the Dixons?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, and he still asked me out again.”

  “Get lost,” she cried and then looked around and gave an apologetic smile to everyone before turning back to me. “He didn’t?”

  “Yes, but the cake isn’t the worst part.”

  I cringed thinking about the head.

  “What’s worse than eating cake with your family
?” she asked incredulously.

  I then regaled the full story and watched as my friend collapsed in hysterics. She was so amused she didn’t even order her favourite chocolate brownie for pudding.

  * * *

  When I got home the house was quiet, which was a miracle because there was always someone knocking around. I’d at least expected Ruben to be around seeing as he had the easiest college schedule that I’d ever heard of. Relishing the peace and quiet though I went into the kitchen and switched on the kettle for a cup of tea and noticed Dad’s briefcase on the table.

  He must have been home and then gone out again, but he never left his briefcase behind if he was working. Us kids had always wondered what he kept in it because it was always locked; it had been for years, since we were little. I doubted it was patient’s notes, they’d be locked up or nowadays would be on his computer in his office in town, so maybe it was only his sandwiches.

  As I waited for the kettle to boil, I leaned back against the counter and eyed the brown case suspiciously. It was weird that he was secretive about its contents, particularly when he was so open about everything else – he had wandered around naked in front of my date for God’s sake, most probably without a hint of shame.

  I chewed on my bottom lip and moved slowly over to the table and picked it up. It wasn’t particularly heavy, but there was definitely something inside it. I gave it a shake and heard the contents move around; the quiet thud indicated that there was more than one item in there. I shook it a little and then held it in front of my face and stared at the lock.

  “What are you doing?”

  “For God’s sake, Declan,” I cried and dropped the briefcase as quickly as if it had burned my skin. “You frightened me to death.”

  Declan laughed and moved to stand by my side. “Staring at it won’t open it you know.”

  “It’s not only his sandwiches. There’s something else in there.”

  Declan bent at the waist and peered at the case and shoved it with his finger. “What do you reckon it is?”