No wonder she told me not to pack anything today.
Inside was filled with decorated foods. I gasped in utter joy. She even made a cat face out of rice and nori. It was, of course, the wonder cat, Doraemon. I giggled so hard when I saw it. There were also octopi made from hotdogs and star-shaped bread and fish-shaped omelet framed with salad.
"Oh, my...this is so adorable!" I cried. "How long did it take you to finish this?"
"Long enough," she said. "You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because the most important thing about making a bento is to make it with love," she said.
"You're so cheesy," I said, "but so sweet."
Allecra gave me a brilliant smile.
That smile, though, that goddamn smile of hers was my undoing. It made me long to bite her cheeks, though I wouldn't do that. To satisfy my craving, I grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the lips. All the tension that kept mounting up inside me began to melt and flow in a form of heated passion. It enveloped us slowly. Allecra ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my head to her, causing me to moan. Our shortened breaths matched as if we were breathing for one another.
"I've been thinking about it all day, Nina," she whispered hotly into my gasping mouth. "Can I have your taste again?"
It took me a second to understand what she meant. Her hand went up to my thigh, stroking my skin. I was wearing a short black skirt, and now it seemed that it might or might not be a terrible idea.
"Allecra, we're in the car," I said. "People might see us."
"No one's around. If there is, I would know," she said and dipped down to my exposed neck. "Nina, just a little, please?"
My heart melted at her plea, but it would seem I was too easy if I surrendered that quickly.
"But...what about our lunch...?" I tried to speak after her face buried in between my breasts and nuzzled them like she was a wild boar.
"We can eat it later," she said. "Now I'm starving for something else."
My heart rate went crazy at that, and I could feel the wetness seeped through my panties as the heat stirred from the pulsing lust between my legs.
She slipped her hands under my skirt and pulled down my panties. Then I felt her fingers touching me. My jaw dropped and eyes fluttered at the wonderful motions of her sensual caress. Allecra's lips curled in a smile at the generous amount of my juices.
"Open your legs, please," she said with a hint of teasing.
"Nnhh..." It was hard to get out another protest when my mind went haywire by the electrifying sensation. Allecra chuckled.
"Your body already said 'yes' to me," she whispered in a sultry voice and grinned at me. "Come on...be a good girl."
I bit my bottom lip and coyly granted her what she wanted. My body did need this release. It was a surprise that I wanted it already. I didn't have to say anything. Allecra just understood. With her lust-filled eyes, she turned me gently so that my back was against the locked door of the car.
Once I was facing her, she began to roll up my skirt and parted my legs. Her unapologetic action made me blush scarlet. I was still embarrassed about having my femininity exposed that my hands went to cover my private immediately.
"Aw Nina, why?" Allecra said and pulled back to look at me with a miserable face. She was not pleased about it. But then she leaned back in and kissed my inner thighs over and over. Her soft lips nibbled over my hands as if seeking access to my girlhood. Despite my shyness, it made me giggle at the ticklish feeling. I knew what she was looking for, and pity filled my heart.
Slowly, I loosened my clamping hands and let Allecra dig her way in like an eager butterfly finding her favorite flower. Her tongue reached out to suckle on the nectar from my heated core. It sent my mind reeling. I whimpered aloud at the shocking pleasures.
After a while, Allecra took no prisoners. She was devouring every hidden depth of me. Within a few minutes, I was on the verge of coming with overflowing joy. One of my hands gripped over the handle on the ceiling while the other twisted in those silky blonde strands. My hips buckled and legs trembled uncontrollably to the ravenous tongue going in and all over me. I felt my juices trickling down her car seat. But it seemed Allecra wanted me hanging over the cliff of blissfulness a while longer.
"You taste so amazingly sweet," Allecra murmured against my excited sex. It sent a vibration up my shivering walls.
Seeing Allecra's face between my parted thighs, feasting on me like I was something delicious made my body shudder in both ecstasy and happiness.
The gripping convulsion burst in my throbbing core. My body arched as I cried out from worldly pleasures.
"Mmmh...good girl," Allecra said and smacked her lips as she pulled away. Her lips and chin were coated with my arousal. Then she got some tissues to clean me up. I sat straight again and watched her intimately take care of me with such affection and love.
When she finished, I pulled up my panties and smoothed back my skirt. I looked back at Allecra, who was already staring at me with twinkling dilated eyes.
"Sorry," she said, which surprised me.
"For what?" I said.
"I just love seeing your face when I make you come. You looked sexy."
"Don't you think it's a bit unfair that I couldn't see yours like that, too?" I said. "You think I'm uncomfortable with this, but you don't let me do it to you."
Allecra seems to be caught off guard with my words.
I leaned towards her slowly, afraid that I might scare her away again. My hands coaxed her back to her seat. Our eyes locked. Allecra swallowed hard at the seriousness on my face.
"Nina..."
My hand went over to her private and stroked her. I heard Allecra took in a sharp breath. A familiar stirring pressure and heat coursed through her body. I began to notice the growing bulge of her hidden member. Allecra's chest heaved louder as my fingers began to unzip her pants. Slithering inside like an eel, I found her secret already straining to get out. Then it sprang up into the open air. I suppressed my gasp this time. Not that I was scared, but I was more awestruck and driven by the same old curiosity. Her pinkish tip was already slick with clear juices. It was obvious she got real hard right away. Allecra's turquoise eyes found mine again. I could see the same look of nervousness in them. Her hands clutched onto the seat firmly, as if to refrain herself from moving.
"Sorry," she said, her voice was hoarse and thick with struggles. "I didn't mean to."
"It's okay," I said. "I understand how it is. Nothing you can do about it."
I cradled her erection gently, feeling her over like it was the most curious thing in the world, which was probably the case.
"Nina, you don't have to do anything," she said again, but her face contorted in concealed pleasures. "It will go away eventually."
"But I want to," I said. "You said if you don't help yourself, you will be visited by Mother Nature, do you want me to help out?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
My hand grasped her a little harder. Allecra groaned deep in her throat.
"Yes!" she corrected herself. "I want you to. I can't even tell you how badly I want it."
I smiled and began to move my hand along her pulsating length. I had never done this, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what pleasures look like on a lover's face.
I couldn't believe we were actually doing the dirty inside the car. It was a strange new feeling. It seemed desperate and yet also arousing. I felt like we were two sneaky lovers that couldn't keep their hands off each other.
"Just so you know, I'm not giving you head," I said. "But this I can do for you."
Allecra smiled.
"I know."
"You do?"
"You have class. You are too cool for that," she said.
"Or maybe I'm just too gay for that," I said.
She giggled a little.
"I can't believe you're actually doing this to me," Allecra said, breathless.
"Me, too," I replied with a
hot blush. "How is it?"
"Indescribable," she said. "But you can stop if you don't like it. I'm not forcing you."
"No, not until you're finished," I said. "Just let me know when you're about to come, okay?"
"Okay," she said and let out a big sigh. I could feel the trembling in her body. I reached my free hand out to card through her hair. She turned her cheek into my palm and I went to kiss her lips.
A minute later, Allecra had to pull away and told me she was coming. I quickly grabbed some tissue from the compartment between our seats. The blonde shuddered in my hand and hot thick gooey juices spurted out.
"Oh, Nina!"
Allecra came over and over. There was so much juice coming out of her. It was like it was squirted out from a water pistol. I was afraid the tissues weren't enough to catch it all. Not that I minded.
A little while later Allecra finished, but she grabbed the heavy tissue away from me and opened the window before tossing it outside. She looked at me again to see my confused and quite disappointed face. I wanted to ask her why she did that.
"Don't worry," she said. "It doesn't glow in the dark."
"I'm not..." I was about to say, but Allecra sealed my lips with hers.
"I love you, Nina," she said against my mouth. "I love you so much."
I smiled into our kiss.
After it was all over and everything got cleaned up properly, we began to eat our lunch together with Nouvelle Vague playing in the background.
CHAPTER 36
The next day, Allecra took me to a bookshop after school. I told her I wanted to buy a few books that I must read for a book report in Mrs. Smith's class.
"You don't have to buy any more books," Allecra complained during the ride. "I have a whole library for you."
"Those are your books," I said.
"Nina, you should know by now that everything I have is yours," she said, "including me."
My lips stretched into a wide smile. I savored her every move and then looked at our joined hands that rested on her lap as she drove. And once again, I was drunk by the intoxicating richness of her love. I wondered if at any moment, she might explode into pixie dust because of too much cuteness packed inside her. I giggled to myself, and Allecra turned sideways at me.
"What's so funny?" she asked quizzically. I shook my head back.
"Nothing," I said and bit my lips from smiling like a silly lovesick girl. Allecra frowned at me behind her dark sunglasses. We stopped at the traffic light.
"With that cheeky attitude, I'm not sure if we should go to the bookstore or somewhere else quiet," she said. Then she gave me a wicked half smile that sent my thoughts scattered in all directions.
"Allecra...yes...I meant...no...we...should go to the bookstore. I just want some books that are age-appropriate for me," I said, trying to collect my marbles back. "You don't have the ones I want to read."
"You think my literary taste is dull?" she said.
"Not dull, just cringe-worthy," I said. "I don't think I would want to torture myself reading War and Peace, or Ulysses like you."
"Hey, at least half of the War and Peace is good," she protested. "And though Ulysses seems like it was written by a perverted lunatic, the rude passages make sense."
"Just so you know, that kind of books put my sanity at risk," I said with a grimace, "All the more reason to find my own genre."
"Okay, whatever you want, kitten," she said.
I smiled at her, feeling all mushy again.
We found a nice bookshop and decided to go in. It was rather spacious inside and very cozy, the nicest bookstore I'd been in. The interior was lit with craft lamps from the high ceilings. The floor was carpeted. There were bestsellers displays and rows of shelves marked with labels. A few middle-age men were browsing through self-help books at the non-fiction section. An elderly couple was at the counter, already checking out. There were also a couple of children lingering about at the children lit section.
We walked past the two siblings, a girl and a boy who were sitting on the floor, engrossed with the illustrations of Charlotte's Web. I smiled at them when they looked up. They returned the smile sweetly, which was the most heart-warming gesture ever. And for a flitting moment, I imagined having those little humans I could read bed-time stories to. But when the kids saw Allecra, they quickly closed the book and skedaddled off to their parents. It wasn't the impression that something about the blonde scared them away, but it was more like a childish shyness. Allecra just had this strange effect on children, and I didn't know why. I looked at Allecra, who gave a one-shoulder shrug.
"Human kids are weird," she murmured. "I don't know how I could handle them if I ever had one."
"You don't want a mini-you running around anymore?" I asked, half-teasing and half-serious.
"Well, I still do," she said. "But if you're not the mother, then never mind."
My heart faltered at that. Maybe it was because of a slight tone of longing in her voice and the wishful look in her eyes that exuded a turbulent change of mood.
"Allecra, we've talked about this before," I said with a low sigh and then cast my eyes down. It was funny that somehow I still felt guilty for something I had every right not to. Allecra put her arms around me and gave a little rub on my back as if to simmer down the awkwardness between us.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to. Let's not think about it again, okay?"
I nodded.
We strolled along the aisle of Young Adult Fiction. The graphic designs of a few works caught my eyes. I picked one up to read its previews. Allecra did the same with the other, flipping through the fresh yellowish pages.
"This book is kinda boring," she said after a while later. "Don't bother wasting your time or money on this one. The trees that died to make the paper for this book would never rest in peace."
I was shocked at Allecra's brutal comment.
"How do you know?!"
"I've just finished one-third of it," she said casually.
"You what?" I said. "You only picked it up like ten seconds ago! How could you tell it's boring?"
She pointed to herself and said, "Alien."
I realized then that aside from being a literary prodigy, Allecra also had super reading speed. That was probably the only thing I envied about her.
"Anyway, you shouldn't be so rude like that, Allecra," I said, "Maybe you should read some of these books. They can be really good, you never know."
"Why?" she said skeptically. "I only read from authors that are already dead."
"Seriously?" I asked in bewilderment.
"I just find the recent works unrealistic and ridiculous," she said and shrugged.
"Don't judge a book by its cover, or in this case, its cliché," I defended. "Sometimes it tells a unique story entirely."
"Oh really?" Allecra said then she held up the copy and flipped through it. "How about writing something more realistic than 'a bookworm girl falling in love with a hot young billionaire orphan with a desire to beat women up so that he could get off'?" Then she threw her hands in the air as a sign of disbelief, "I mean, really? The girl should call the police!"
"Hmm," I said and squinted my eyes at her. "Should I be worried about some hot rich alien girl, too?"
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind," I said. "So what kind of story ideas do you think are realistic anyway?"
Allecra pursed her lips to think.
"Well, how about, 'A geeky girl goes out with a jock only to learn that he has no hidden depth.'?"
It made me burst out laughing. "You're unbelievable!"
"Oh, here's another one," Allecra continued, "'A cheerleader meets a football captain. There's no sexual tension. The captain already has a boyfriend.'"
"That sounds like the kind of books I would much prefer to buy," I said between giggles.
"Or better yet, 'A girl kisses a boy, doesn't like it. Kisses another girl, likes it much more'."
This time I laughed harder, causing a fe
w passersby to glance at us.
"How about, 'an openly gay girl falling in love with a hot blonde girl, who turns out to be an alien hermaphrodite'?" I said.
"That's not realistic," Allecra said with a frown then hurled my body against hers roughly. "That's fantastic, and I sensed you're being a sarcastic kitten again, aren't you?"
"Allecra, there are people around here," I whispered.
"I can tell you a dozen more realistic themes," she said. "Maybe you can write a love story with your nails on my back, and I'll write love poems with my tongue on your skin."
"Allecra, stop..."I said. But her enamored words did send a chilling tingling up my backbone in such an inappropriate time and place that I had to wriggle myself out of her arms.
"Feel free to shut me up with your lips anytime, gorgeous," she murmured huskily and leaned over towards me, but I pushed her back and walked away. She just chuckled.
At the center of the bookshop, I found a table where they displayed typewriters. I gasped and fell immediately head over heels.
"Allecra, they have typewriters!" I said. Allecra followed behind me. There were about a dozen of them, ranking from old to modern-looking ones. They came in different sizes and colors, from vintage black to lustrous pink! My hands felt over the round-shaped keys with characters printed on. I was itching to hit one or two, but dared not.
"Which one you like?" Allecra asked. "The pink one?"
"I don't know," I said, intrigued. "They're all unique."
Then my eyes caught sight with a red Remington Starfire. It was the most beautiful one among the rest —small and slim. Its sleek color looked like a bright red rose with black keyboard set like empty theater seats.
"You like this one?" Allecra asked again. My eyes glanced at the price and suddenly felt deflated. It was over five hundred dollar.
"No," I said and shook my head. "It's fine."
"You know, Nina, you can have all of them if you just give me a nod," she said. I turned to her sharply.
"What am I going to do with all of them?!" I said. "I don't want you to spend your money on me. Besides, I already have a laptop at home."
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