by Hazel Kelly
She put a hand on the back of my head and pulled it to her chest, arching her back towards me and letting herself go.
I laid a hand across her lower back and felt her delicate muscles flicker against my palm as she writhed. She felt so good in my hands, tasted so good all over.
I rolled her over, laid her on her back across the blanket, and propped myself up alongside her.
She stared at me through half closed eyes. "You're right," she said. "That was better than nice."
I laid a hand against her inner thigh and slid it up towards her center. I could feel the heat coming off her before I even made contact with her underwear.
A growl escaped my throat. "You're already wet for me."
She swallowed and watched me pull her underwear down to her knees.
I lowered my lips to hers again, dragging my fingertips along her wet slit until she moaned into my mouth.
Then I spread her open, working my thick fingers inside her as she tensed around me.
"Shane," she whispered again, her voice so soft I might’ve thought she was dreaming if her pleading eyes hadn't been on me.
My fingers were drenched after a few twists of my wrist, and when I found the spot that made her breath stutter, I hit it again and again, burying my fingers knuckle deep inside her.
"You're going to make me come," she said, rolling her head to the side.
I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked it between my teeth, churning her insides even faster.
A few moments later, her whole body curled up and melted over my hand.
I pinched her nipple in my mouth as she came, relishing the way she tightened around my fingers.
It was the most fun I’d ever had making a woman come.
I lifted my head to look at her, keeping my fingers where they were so I could feel ever surge of her pleasure, every drip of her tension relieved.
Her face looked open and happy and tired.
I slipped my fingers from her and trailed them down her inner thigh.
She lifted her head. "I'm sorry I used the word nice."
I smiled.
"I promise it won't happen again."
I slid my hand over her waist and laid it between her breasts. I could feel her heart beating.
"I feel like a mess," she said.
"In a good way?” I asked, plucking some stray pieces of hay from the top of her head.
She smiled. "In the best way ever."
My balls ached from wanting her and my cock was still bursting against my fly, but I was reluctant to cut short her blissful reverie.
Unfortunately, my phone rang in my pocket and cut it short anyway.
She pushed her skirt down. "Are you going to get that?"
"Absolutely not."
It rang again.
This time I looked at it. "It's Kevin. He's probably just bored of holding Brittney's hair back or something."
"Who's Brittney?"
"No one."
A text came through from him a moment later. "Where the hell are you? The last bus is coming soon."
"Fuck."
Andi raised her eyebrows. "What is it?"
"We have to head back. I lost track of time."
"That’s funny. I just stopped caring about it."
I reached for her bra and handed to her. "Get dressed," I said, downing the rest of the forty in the hope that it might take the ache out of my blue balls.
I watched her wiggle her underwear back up and put her bra on. It was a brutal low after such a glorious high.
"You want to stay back here or would you rather ride up front with me?" I asked.
"Is there room up front?"
I nodded.
"I'll ride with you then."
I set my hat on her head. "Sounds good."
She kept her eyes on me as she buttoned her shirt.
If only I’d made a move earlier.
There would’ve been more time to hold her, more time for her to get used to the idea of us.
But the moment had passed.
And while all I had to remember it by was her sweetness on my fingers and an aching sack, I still couldn't believe my luck.
Chapter 27: Andi
It would be understating it to say I was disappointed that our private party got cut short.
And I had to imagine Shane was, too, though he was doing a better job of hiding it.
I should've reached for him instead of just lying there and letting the waves of pleasure wash over me.
If I'd only undone his belt- or laid my hand on his thigh. He would've ignored his phone and given me his full attention.
But it would've been a long walk back to campus.
Still, I felt like a selfish tease.
I let him have his way with me, let him make me feel good, and I still wanted more.
It was as if having my hands on his body was some kind of high I couldn't stop craving.
Plus, there had been no release for him, and I desperately wanted to make him feel as amazing as I did.
So as much as I was trying to respect what he said about heading back, I couldn't help but notice that his arousal had become the elephant in the room- or rather, the tractor.
And there was no telling when we might have another chance like this, a chance to be far away in funny clothes that gave us permission to behave strangely. It was a chance I didn't want to regret missing.
"Shane." I put my hand on his thigh. "I know you wanted-"
"What?" he asked, dropping one hand from the wide wheel.
"More."
He shook his head. "All I wanted was to make you feel good and show you a good time."
I pursed my lips. "Well, you certainly did that."
"Mission accomplished then."
"And yet I've never seen you so tense." I glanced towards his belt buckle.
"Oh, that," he said. "I'm working on that."
I raised my eyebrows. "It doesn't look like you're doing a very good job."
"Yeah, well, you have that effect on me," he said. "And now that I've got a picture of your perfect tits in my mind-"
I slid my hand over the bulge between his legs, barely applying any pressure as I let myself get used to the idea of taking things further. "Do you mind if-" I couldn't say it, but the way his jaw clenched was permission enough.
I undid his belt buckle.
"Andi."
"What?" I asked, sliding his zipper down so I could feel the heat coming off him.
"Don't start something you can't finish-"
"Shhh," I said, sliding my hand down his happy trail into the last place I ever thought it would be.
I held my breath as I wrapped my hand around his girth, torn between the knowledge that what I was doing was serious while the startling size of him made me want to break out in nervous giggles.
I squeezed the base of his shaft, testing how hard he could take it, and when he swelled even more in my hand, I gushed in my already soaked panties.
"Can you make this any easier for me?" I asked, nodding towards the place where my wrist had disappeared.
He nodded towards the wheel, and I grabbed it with my free hand.
When he was convinced that I could keep us on the worn dirt track, he raised himself up, pulled his pants and boxers down around his thighs, and then sat back down on the cushioned seat.
"How's that?" he asked, taking the wheel again.
I lifted my eyes from his swollen cock in my hand. "Better," I said, stroking it.
He looked back at me and his lips fell apart.
"Eyes on the road," I said, picking up the pace.
He tried to respect my wishes, but I could tell by the pained expression on his face that the road was the last thing on his mind.
I scooted closer to him and fondled his balls with my free hand, watching as the anticipation grew in his eyes.
"Jesus, Andi, that feels too good."
I looked down and saw a bead of liquid at the end of his dick. I swiped it with
my thumb on an upstroke and spread it around the tip of his head.
His far hand made a fist around the wheel.
I gripped him harder, running my hand up and down him as if he were made of steel, as if I couldn't hurt him.
Suddenly, his free hand swiped the hat off my head.
I stared into his stormy eyes and knew what he couldn’t say.
It was good. Too good. And he was close.
I swallowed and looked back at his thick shaft, trying to guess whether he would shoot all over the wheel or erupt in my hand.
But my mind didn't even let me finish the thought.
Instead, I bent over and took him in my mouth, swirling my warm tongue around his head as I kept on stroking.
And when I sank all the way down on him, he let out a deep groan that vibrated through me.
A moment later, he exploded against the back of my throat and I drank him down, flattered at the amount of desire that had built up inside him.
He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck while I swallowed every last drop.
Then I slid my mouth up his cock, licked my lips, and pulled my hand away.
He looked at me with such a mixture of shock and affectionate approval that I couldn’t help but be proud of myself.
When I reached for the wheel, he pulled his pants up and tucked himself back in.
As soon as he started steering again, I set his cowboy hat back on his head.
He adjusted it and glanced at me.
"What?"
He raised his eyebrows. “I wasn't expecting that."
I smiled. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do."
He laughed. "No. I'm pretty sure I do. But if I've learned anything tonight it's that I'd like to get to know you even better."
"I think I'd like to know you better, too," I said, my cheeks suddenly warm as I registered what I'd just done.
"Is that a sexual reference?" he asked.
"Maybe. If you play your cards right."
"Well that's great news," he said with a sly smile. "Cause I always play my cards right."
Chapter 28: Shane
We were quiet on the bus ride back to campus, unlike everybody else… Except for a few wasted girls who were curled up in their seats, leaning against their windows while their concerned seatmates patted their backs.
But Andi wasn't drunk.
She seemed wide awake.
And I desperately wanted to know what she was thinking, wanted to know if she was cool with everything that went down earlier out in the cornfield.
But there was no reading to be done on her lips, and her eyes were dark.
When we finally pulled up in front of the house, it was clear who was in a hurry to get to the after party by how quickly they spilled down the steps of the bus.
The other dozen passengers- mostly females- were a bit slower to get to their feet.
"Come in for a drink," I said.
Andi turned in her boots and stepped backwards away from the house. "I think I'm going to call it a night."
"But it’s only-" I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
She raised her eyebrows. "A totally acceptable hour to do that?"
"Yeah." I took my cowboy hat off and slid the brim between my fingers. "You’re welcome to crash here."
She shook her head. "I'm beat, Shane. This was all-" She looked around at the sloppy cowfolk around us. "Great. But I've had enough excitement for one night."
"I understand. Let’s get you home then-"
"I'd rather walk on my own, if that's okay. I'm too tired to be good company."
"I don't believe it."
One side of her mouth curled up. "Thanks for tonight, though. I had a great time."
"Me too," I said, checking her hair for hay.
"Be safe at the after party."
"I think I'm going to skip it."
She cocked her head.
"This night isn't going to get any better." I hooked my thumbs in my pockets. "Especially if you leave."
She rocked up on her toes and held my shoulders so she could kiss me on the cheek.
My body ached for more, and my mind pictured her clothes falling away, revealing all the places I hadn't yet had a chance to kiss her. "Text me when you get home."
"Sure."
"Promise me," I said. "I know everybody says that, but I fucking mean it."
"I know."
I nodded.
She looked at me one more time, as if there were so many unsaid words inside her that she didn’t know which to let out first. Then she turned her pointed boots towards her apartment and crossed the street.
And as soon as she disappeared around the corner, I headed in the same direction.
My feet made the decision before my head did, but I wasn't about to let anything happen to her on what was hands down my best day of college yet.
Besides, the fresh air wouldn’t kill me, and if I hung around, I'd just have to answer a hundred belligerent questions about why I didn't feel like going to the after party before making sure all the other girls got home safe.
And there was only one girl I cared about.
Unfortunately, I had to keep a farther distance than I would've liked due to the noisy heels on my boots, but I couldn't just let her walk off into the night at this hour.
When I saw her cross the street towards her apartment building up ahead, I stopped in my tracks, watching as her shadow entered the brightly lit stairway.
After I took a deep breath, I turned back towards my place, but something stopped me. It was such a strong feeling there might as well have been an invisible hand on my chest.
I looked back towards the glowing staircase, letting my eyes follow the tiny windows up to her floor.
She should've texted me by now.
My mind was listing a million reasons why she wouldn’t have texted just yet, but my body was already taking long strides down the street.
And when I got to the base of her staircase, I could hear voices above me. Distressed, drunken voices.
I took the stairs two at a time, and when I rounded the corner towards the landing for the third floor, my fists clamped shut.
Mike had Andi up against the wall, and he was lifting her by the neck so her feet barely touched the ground.
When she saw me, there was nothing but fear in her eyes as her hands pulled at where he was choking her.
Mike must've noticed her glancing past him because he turned to look over his shoulder as soon as I reached the landing.
I hit him a second later, hit him so hard I felt the echo of the punch in my hand as he stumbled back against the concrete wall.
"Fuck, Shane!"
I glanced at Andi and pointed at the floor above us.
"Why can't you mind your own fucking business?" he asked, shaking his head and stepping in my direction.
"I was going to ask you the same question," I said, ducking as he swung a punch over me before sending an uppercut straight into his gut. "You been drinking tonight, Mike? You're usually a better shot than that."
Mike backed up, holding his stomach and looking for the wind I'd knocked out of him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andi pull out her phone.
"Why can't you get it through your thick skull that she doesn't want you anymore?" I asked.
"She doesn't know what she wants," he growled, putting his hand up on the wall.
I stepped between him and the stairs that led to Andi. "You know if I killed you right now, we'd both say it was self-defense, and nobody would fucking miss you."
"You and your empty threats," he said, straightening up again. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at the ground between us.
I fell for it like an idiot and he punched me square in the jaw.
It pissed me off so much that I grabbed the shoulders of his shirt and kneed him in the ribs as hard as I could.