After unlocking the passenger door, I hold it open for her. She has to step up to get in, and I’m treated to a nice view of those delicious legs. I surprise her by stepping up on the running board to lean into the truck and kiss her before she gets settled in. My tongue slips between her lips as my right hand slides under her hair and caresses her neck. This kiss is even hotter than the first one and I only stop when I begin to feel my cock stiffening. I pause to look into those beautiful eyes. Damn, I like this woman.
Climbing down, I start to shut the door, but Jess blocks it with her heel. When my eyes move from that sexy foot to her face, she gives me a dirty smile, then swings her legs around towards me, sitting on the side of the seat and facing me.
“One more of those, please,” she says. Jess is looking at me differently than she was during dinner. Maybe the sake has taken control.
I step up on the running board again and she opens her legs enough to let me in between them, her short dress moving further up her thighs. Then we’re locked in another mind-bending kiss, and this time she’s as aggressive as I am. She leans back a little, pulling me into her. I can feel her breasts against my chest, and my zipper makes contact between her legs. Within seconds I feel my erection growing again, and try to pull back. When I do, Jess wraps her legs around me, pulling me against her. All this time, we’re in the middle of an insanely hot kiss, our tongues practically fucking on their own.
Once again, I try to end the kiss. Our lips part, but Jess holds me to her, only a few inches separating our eyes.
“Um, Jess, you should let me go. I’m getting a—”
“I know,” she interrupts. “I can feel it.”
Still looking into her eyes, I feel my cock twitch as I’m now almost fully erect and pressing hard against her. She repositions her hands, grabbing my shoulders, and her hips start to move just a little as she grinds against me. This is the sexiest thing I’ve been a part of in ages, right here in the Niku parking lot. I kiss Jess again, pouring all of my desire for her into that kiss. By the time I let up, I’m hard as a rock and from her breathing and her flushed cheeks, I would guess my shaft is pressing against her clit.
Jess relaxes her legs, letting me go. Even in these black jeans, the bulge is impossible to conceal. She looks at it as she moves her legs back to the front of the seat, then her eyes meet mine again.
“Your place is closer,” I say breathlessly.
Jess bites her bottom lip and nods.
I close her door and manage to get into the driver’s seat, despite my cock fighting me all the way. Seconds later, we’re on our way to her house.
Somewhere between Niku and Riverdale Oaks the thought first hits me. I push it back as quickly as I can, my still-hard cock demanding that I see this through. By the time we get to her house, though, I’ve pretty much convinced myself, and my penis is not going to be thrilled when it hears what I’m about to say.
I open the truck door for Jess, getting an eyeful of those lovely legs as she slides down into my arms, where we kiss again. These kisses are intense interactions between two people who are fiercely attracted to one another. That only convinces me that I’m right about this.
I walk her to the door and she unlocks it, then turns to me, her index finger held vertically across her lips.
“We have to whisper.” I can barely hear her. “Don’t turn on the lights or Bianca will wake up.”
“You have a daughter?” I whisper.
Jess laughs softly. “No, Bianca’s the cockatoo. The big white bird in the cage during the fire, remember?”
She takes a step into the darkened house, but I gently grab her forearm and guide her back outside with me, shutting the door behind her.
“We need to talk,” I say, no longer needing to whisper.
Her expression changes immediately from down-to-fuck to concerned. Maybe even frightened. It’s a strange transformation, considering I haven’t said anything yet.
“About what?” I see the trepidation in her eyes.
“I can’t do this, Jess.”
Disappointment—that’s the emotion I’m reading on her face.
“When did you know?” she asks.
“I just decided on the drive over,” I tell her, only to see her brow crinkle in confusion. She’s going through half a dozen emotions in the last thirty seconds.
“Decided what?”
“Look, I’m not gonna lie. There’s nothing I would like more right now that to throw you down on your bed and be balls-deep in you for the next few hours.”
I take a deep breath. More like a sigh, really.
“But I like you too much to risk that. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and think I’m just another eager asshole who wants to get some girl drunk and get a piece.”
Finally, I see a relieved smile.
“Whatever we have at this point shouldn’t be ruined with cheap first-date sex,” I say, still not quite believing those words are coming out of my mouth. “Do you agree? Are you okay with waiting?”
Jess nods and her eyes water. “I appreciate the thought, really. I can wait if you can.”
Every part of me is relieved except my genitalia, and I’ll deal with that when I get home.
“One more kiss, then I’m leaving before I change my mind.”
This time, we’re not in public. I wrap her up in a big romantic squeeze and the kiss quickly becomes sexual frustration, bringing my hard-on back with a vengeance. Even those we’re standing, I know she can feel it against her belly. When it’s too much to stand any longer, I take a step back and say, “I need to go right now or I never will.”
“Are you sure about wanting to wait?” she asks.
“No, I’m not.”
Jess follows me onto driveway. Damn, she looks sexy tonight. Before I can get into the cab of my truck, she says, “Hey, Ty?”
“Yeah?” My balls are going to ache if I don’t drain them soon.
“Do I look familiar?”
It’s such an odd question that it throws me.
“How do you mean?” I ask. “Like, do you seem like the same girl I met a couple of weeks ago?”
She’s searching my eyes for something, but I have no clue what she’s asking.
She shakes her head and says, “Never mind. Silly question.”
“So, when do you want to go out again?” I ask, climbing into the driver’s seat.
“As soon as possible.” Her smile is precious. Forget this “look familiar” thing, she looks different now than she did at the beginning of this date. Then again, I probably do, too, horny as I am.
After shutting the door, I lower the window and kiss her gently on the lips, keeping my tongue in check this time.
I start the engine and say, “You have no idea how hard it is for me to drive away from you right now.”
Jess grins and says, “In that case, I should probably tell you that I’m perfectly fine with cheap second-date sex.”
“Good, because I don’t think I can be this strong around you twice.”
I don’t even wait until I’m home to jerk off. Good thing I don’t live in an apartment or condo, because I’d hate for anyone to see the mess I’ve made of myself when I walk from the truck to my front door.
Chapter 9
Jess
I close the front door behind me and lean against it. My brain is swirling with a bazillion thoughts, all competing for attention at the same time. Rather than try to choose, I focus on my breathing, taking slow, steady breaths until I feel a little more settled. Then I flip the light switch and head to the kitchen for some water. I glance at the clock and see that it’s only nine fifteen. This date ended way too prematurely, and I’m torn about that.
“Pretty girl,” I hear from the living room. “Such a pretty girl.”
I smile and go to take the sheet off Bianca’s cage.
“Thank you for the compliment, sweetie,” I say as I open the door and offer her my forearm as a perch. She climbs up, and once she’s ou
t of the cage, continues up to my shoulder.
“Hi, Bianca,” she says. “Good girl.”
“Yes, you’re a good girl.”
I sit on the couch and put Bianca in my lap. She lifts a wing for me to scratch underneath. Who knew that cockatoos could be such cuddly pets?
After a few minutes of that, I’m relaxed enough to begin sifting through my feelings about tonight’s date.
First, there’s the fact that I started the date with Ty and ended up with Tyler Jackson.
My fourth-grade boyfriend.
He apparently doesn’t remember me at all, but we’ve both changed substantially over the years. He was a scrawny guy a few inches shorter than me, with hair much longer than most of the boys in my school. Most of the boys in Iowa, for that matter. That’s what first attracted me to him. And I was a flat-chested, freckle-faced little tomboy in braces and braids. No wonder he doesn’t recognize me.
Or maybe I just wasn’t very memorable and he’s forgotten all about it.
I could never forget him, though, because Tyler was the first boy I ever kissed. My mom had dropped me off at the baseball field so I could watch his Little League game, and afterward, he walked me home. We strolled along the railroad tracks, eventually coming to a broken-down boxcar next to the tracks, weeds grown all around it. That thing had been sitting there forever, and all the kids knew about it. The older kids would smoke or drink beer inside.
“Ever been inside?” Tyler asked me.
When I said I hadn’t, he climbed up and offered his hand for me to join him. The inside smelled of spoiled produce and was littered with beer cans, cigarette butts, and other assorted trash. At the moment, though, it seemed like the most romantic spot in all of Linville. We sat in that dilapidated old boxcar for about an hour, just talking about everything and nothing.
Tyler told me that his home life was stressful because parents had been fighting for a year. He was afraid they would separate and he’d be forced to choose between them. He managed to hold his emotions in check, but I could see the hurt in his eyes. I decided to change the subject and talk about something more pleasant.
“Becca told me that Josh kissed her in the backyard at Tal’s birthday party.”
“I know,” he laughed. “Josh told everyone. He won’t shut up about it.”
“Have you ever kissed a girl, Tyler?”
For a second, it looked like he was going to lie to me.
“No.”
Our eyes met, swimming with innocent desire.
“You can kiss me if you want,” I said.
My heart was thumping in my chest.
“Okay.”
I closed my eyes and waited as he worked up the courage. It was only a second or two, but seemed like an eternity. Then I felt his lips against mine.
We only kissed once, just briefly, but that was plenty for both of us at the time. I can still remember the feeling, how my upper chest felt flushed and hot. Somehow, I knew that my life had changed forever.
A week later, Tyler broke up with me because he liked my friend, Romy Schiller. We avoided each other that summer, and when school started in the fall, I learned that Tyler’s parents had split up and he moved out of town with his mother. I never saw him again.
Until he showed up to rescue those kittens.
Before I realized it was him, I already wanted to sleep with Ty. The date was so fun, so comfortable, and I had a nice little buzz. Plus, it’s been a while and I really need to feel a man’s naked body next to me again. I was doing my best not to seem too eager, but I badly wanted it to happen. Once I made the connection, though, that desire shifted into high gear.
This wasn’t just any man, this was the first guy I ever kissed. It may seem weird, but I was suddenly overwhelmed with desire and wanted to get him into bed as fast as possible. Then when we kissed in the parking lot and I felt him growing hard, that desire became a fever. All I wanted was to feel Ty inside me.
Despite that craving, I’m strangely okay with him deciding to slam on the brakes at the last second. It’s sweet and tender, and it demonstrates that he likes me enough to not want to take a chance at screwing that up. Obviously, since we both want to see each other again, we will have sex. Rushing it might have backfired, and this gives me time to come to grips with just who Ty really is.
Only now I have a different dilemma: Do I tell him who I am before I get naked with him? Or wait until after? I have no idea how he’ll react to the strange revelation. What if I tell him before we have sex and he’s so freaked out that he doesn’t want to continue seeing me?
The more I think about it, it makes more sense not to say anything for now. Once we sleep together, our attraction should be even stronger. Then I can tell him the truth, and hopefully he’ll think it’s sweet, like I do.
This only increase my desire to fuck Ty, though. His difficult decision to not take me to bed tonight, despite that erection that indicated how much he really wanted to, made me want him infinitely more.
I’m okay with our date tonight ending prematurely, but that’s because the next one is going to last all night.
Chapter 10
Ty
I call Jess the next morning to make sure everything’s okay. I never play that “wait three days” game; if I want to call a woman the day after I meet her, or in this case the day after our first date, I do it. Jess sounds happy and I don’t detect any disappointment or resentment from me calling off the festivities last night. She also agrees to go out with me again next Friday. I get off my shift at noon and have Saturday off. This time we’ll shoot some pool while having a drink or two, then hopefully finish what we started last night.
In the meantime, I can’t stop thinking about how close we came, and how much fun it will be when we finally do this. The week drags by way too slowly, but by the time Friday finally rolls around, I’m beyond ready to make this happen.
***
“Side pocket.”
I look across the green felt at Jess. Her loose top is doing a spectacular job of hiding those tits I’m so anxious to see again. Even as she leans forward to line up the shot, I see nothing. I don’t mind, because she looks sexy regardless. I’ll get a chance to check out everything soon enough.
“You can’t make that shot,” I say.
She lifts her head and smiles. “Wanna bet?”
I probably shouldn’t, because she’s held her own over the last couple of hours. I take a swig of beer as I look her over. I’ll take her bet because I think those three PBRs she’s had will impair her just enough.
“Sure.”
“What’ll we bet?” she asks. I’m almost positive that’s a dirty glint in her eyes.
I walk around the table. She still leaning over, her cue stick in place and her short skirt riding up those thighs. I put a hand on her hip, then stop behind her. When she stands upright, her ass presses against my crotch. Neither of us moves.
“If you miss it, you have to show me those tits on the drive back to my place.”
Starting when we racked the balls before the first game, the two of us have been making not-so-subtle references to the sex we’ve both established we’ll be having at the end of this date. At this point, that’s less than an hour away, so I don’t see my wager as particularly unreasonable.
Jess turns to face me, putting a hand on my chest to create enough separation between us.
“All right,” she says. “I’m game. Same bet on my end: If I make the shot, you show yourself to me on the ride home.”
Okay, it’s a silly bet, but we’re both a little buzzed and excited about what’s awaiting us. Plus, there’s nothing wrong with a little fun exhibitionism between consenting adults, right? And I absolutely love the thought of her exposing herself to me that way.
“You’re on.”
As she lines up the shot again, I continue my walk around the table, stopping at the side pocket that’s her called target for the eight-ball.
“Don’t be nervous,” I say.
Jess just smiles confidently. As she pulls back the cue, I step up to the table, putting my crotch right at eye level just behind the pocket. The jeans I’m wearing might distract her. Hey, it’s worth a shot.
She looks right at the slight bulge in my pants.
“No fair,” she says.
“Can’t make the shot?”
She smirks, then prepares to shoot. After she’s lined everything up, she lifts her eyes from the cue ball to my jeans. Then without warning, and without looking back at the table, she violently pounds her shot, the cue slamming against the eight, which in turn slams into the pocket with enough force to startle me and make me take a step back.
Only now does she take her eyes off my pants, looking me in the eye as she calmly says, “Cheaters never win, Ty. Didn’t your mama teach you that?”
She’s incredibly sexy like this: buzzed, dirty, and confident.
“One more game?” I ask. “Double or nothing for the winner?”
“Nope, I’m good. If we keep playing, you’ll end up driving home naked.”
We finish our beers and walk out to the truck. I’m already feeling a little sheepish about doing this. It seemed like such a good idea when it was Jess’s tits that would be exposed. Now I just feel silly and hope she won’t hold me to it. As she buckles up, I start the engine and turn to look behind me as I back out.
“Not so fast. Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I look at the adorable smile on her face.
“That wasn’t a serious bet, was it? I thought we were joking around.”
“Oh, no you don’t, mister. Don’t you dare wimp out on me. If I had missed that shot, I’d have kept my word. You’re going to do the same.”
There’s an awkward pause. I can see in her eyes that she means it.
“Okay, I will, but not right here in front of Danny’s.”
“There’s no one here except us,” she says.
I look around the parking lot and see that she’s right, then take a second to talk myself into it. Evidently, Jess doesn’t like my hesitation, because I get a mini-lecture.
“Listen to me, Ty. When we made that bet, I’d already decided that if I lost, I’d take my shirt off the minute we got in your truck and ride all the way to your place topless. Now man up, cowboy. A bet’s a bet. Besides, I’ve already seen it, remember?”
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