by Amy Brent
“Okay,” I said slowly, considering my answer. “I don’t have feelings for Andrew. I never did. That night back in high school happened because I was drunk and lonely, and searching for something no one else could give me. It was a stupid mistake. It didn’t bring Andrew and me closer together or push us farther apart. We have been the same ever since. I don’t care for him. Steven, I care for you. I love you.”
Trying to make sense of Steven’s passive expression was like trying to read a foreign language. I had no clue what thoughts were racing through that handsome head of his. Finally, he spoke. “Alright. Still, I’m nervous that you are hiding other secrets from me. I can’t bear to learn that there is more you have been keeping from me. Not something as big as you and Andrew.”
“I promise, Steven, I’m not. I’ve already told you this. Believe it or not, I want you to know everything about me. I’ve shared everything with you. Except for that. Because it was my biggest mistake, and nothing I could do could ever change that. I wanted to leave it in the past. I am not keeping anything else from you.”
I watched as Steven deflated like a balloon in front of me. It was as if my words had taken the weight of the world off his shoulders. “You’re going to be the death of me, Allie Wright.”
I grinned. “That sounds to me like maybe you’re putting all this behind you? Am I being too optimistic?”
“Quite realistic, actually,” Steven said.
I arched an eyebrow. Steven chuckled.
“You’re sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to do this all over again. I can’t fight with you. It’s too hard. It nearly kills me every time. Not to mention, Melissa will hunt you down if you change your mind.”
“Well, I definitely don’t want that to happen. And I’m sure this time.”
I stood from my chair and let the napkin draped across my thigh fall to the ground. Steven stayed where he was, looking up at me with a slightly bewildered expression as I stepped around the table to stand beside him. He shifted in his chair so that he was facing me.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Taking what I want,” I replied, reaching out and undoing the button of his jeans.
He looked from me to his fly with wide eyes as I undid the zipper. “Here?” he asked.
“Here.”
I pulled the waistband of his boxers away from his stomach and pulled him free. I went to my knees before him and rested my hands on his thighs. I pushed his legs apart so I could shimmy between them. Then I took him in my mouth.
He jerked with surprise when I rolled my tongue over the sensitive part below the head of his cock. I teased him, entirely at ease even though I was sucking him off in the middle of a restaurant. Our server could come in at any time with our meals. The thrill of breaking the rules and taking risks was turning me on. I could feel a heat building between my legs. I wanted to ride him right then and there.
And that’s what I was going to do.
I stood. Steven watched as I lifted up the hem of my business skirt. I straddled him, inching closer so that I was hovering above his cock, which was pointing up at my pussy like an arrow. I wrapped my arms around his neck to balance myself and bent my knees, bringing myself down on his lap.
His cock slid into me. Both of us let out whispering sighs of pleasure.
Something felt different this time. There wasn’t that little voice in the back of my head reminding me that he might leave me again. I didn’t have that nervous feeling in my gut that I usually had when I was around him. For the first time in a long time I felt relaxed, and I wanted to show him just how much I appreciated that.
I rotated my hips gently above him. He grabbed my waist. I leaned in and kissed him, and we stayed like that, our lips locked together while I began bouncing above him.
I could hear the other customers in the restaurant chatting among themselves. Every now and then came the clatter of a knife hitting a plate. I heard a server take an order. An espresso machine was grinding coffee beans.
Steven pulled me down hard on his cock, burying himself deep inside me. I stifled my moan as my body shook with pleasure. My body buzzed with electricity as all my muscles tensed in preparation for an orgasm. Steven sensed it. He held me against him, his lips still pressed to mine, and lifted his hips up. His hands squeezed my ass. He moaned into my mouth.
I came. His lips on mine kept me from crying out. He continued fucking me and used his hands to rotate my hips in a circle. The rhythm was exquisite. His cock felt suddenly bigger inside me, and I knew he was close to coming undone.
Someone dropped a glass somewhere in the restaurant. A woman’s voice repeatedly apologized as a server tried to reassure her that it was just a glass. General sounds of chairs moving out of the way reached our ears.
The risk of being caught was so high right now. Every sound in the restaurant felt amplified; as did all the smells. Curry, spaghetti, fried onions and mushrooms, something sugary and sweet. The thrill of riding Steven in the middle of a busy restaurant made me feel like I was someone else entirely; someone who didn’t care about what other people thought and was doing what she wanted when she wanted.
Steven’s hands pressed into my lower back, and he gripped me tight. He drew me up to him, and I rocked back and forth. His eyes were closed, and all of his muscles were tight.
“I know you want to,” I whispered in his ear, nibbling his lobe.
He shuddered beneath me and let out a soft groan. The deep sound in the back of his throat made my skin feel hot. I was going to burst.
We came together, seconds later, both of us clutching at each other like someone was trying to tear us apart. When we had ridden out our orgasms I stayed atop him, his cock still inside me, our chests rising and falling in unison with our labored breaths.
“That was fun,” Steven breathed, still looking somewhat astounded that we had fucked in the middle of a restaurant.
I giggled at his expression and got off of him. I pulled my skirt down and tried to fan my face to chase away the redness I knew my cheeks would have. Steven zipped up his fly while watching me across the table. I put my napkin back on my lap and tried to look as innocent as possible.
Three minutes later our server arrived with our meals.
Chapter 29
Steven
I watched Allie walk down the path toward me from the front door of her building as I leaned against the side of my car. I took a moment to soak in how beautiful she was. She was dressed casually in a pair of dark form-fitting blue jeans and a black turtleneck. Little gold earrings winked in her earlobes, and her dark hair was pulled back in a high, curly ponytail. Her face was bright and cheery, and her eyes were sparkling. Her lips glittered with pink gloss, and I ached to kiss her when she smiled at me. As she approached, I opened the passenger door for her.
“Such a gentleman,” she said, pausing beside me and stretching up on to her tiptoes to give me a kiss. She tasted like strawberries and mint. She slid into the car. I closed the door behind her and walked around the hood to get into the driver’s side.
“So, where are you taking me?” she asked, shooting me a skeptical look as she latched her seat belt.
“There are a couple things on the docket for the day. You’ll have to be patient. But our first stop is top priority: we need sustenance.”
“Okay,” she grinned. “I like surprises. Can I get a hint?”
“Nope.”
“None?” she pleaded, pouting her perfect lips and somehow making her eyes look bigger.
“None,” I said, although confessing my plans was tempting when she was looking at me like that.
I had planned an entire day for her and me. When we were younger, we behaved like typical teenagers. We had routines and habits that often had us doing the same kinds of things day in and day out. I had planned a full day’s worth of dates that consisted only of the things we used to do together when we were young and stupid. Well, when I was stupid. Allie had never been stupid.
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sp; I drove us to destination number one: a hole in the wall breakfast diner that we would come to in our teens around two in the afternoon every Sunday. Allie used to order the strawberry waffles with a side of extra whipped cream. I opted for the full-sized meal and loaded up on eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, and extra bacon.
When I parked the car around back, Allie squealed with delight in the passenger seat. “I haven’t been here in ages!” she cried. “Not since the last time we came here together. Which was what, six years ago or something crazy like that?”
“Sounds right,” I said, getting out of the car.
Allie and I walked around the side of the building and let ourselves in. We claimed an empty booth by a window and peered at the menus. Allie’s eyes widened. “Everything is exactly the same,” she breathed.
“Damn, so it is. Except their prices are a bit higher.”
“Of course, you’d notice the prices,” Allie laughed.
“Hey. Don’t judge.”
“Not judging,” Allie said, flipping the menu over and sliding it to the edge of the table. She put her chin in her hand and leaned her elbow on the table. “This feels strange. Last time I sat across from you in this place you couldn’t grow facial hair.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, last time I was here with you, you had blonde highlights and bangs. And you were wearing that terrible fluffy sweater you loved so much. The pink one. It looked like it was made out of some prima donna poodle.”
“Hey, I liked that sweater. It was cozy.”
“And hideous,” I pointed out.
Allie laughed and rolled her eyes. We bantered back and forth for a while until we placed our orders. We both ordered our usual from years ago and shot each other bemused looks across the table while telling the waitress what we wanted.
Then we talked about the past until our meals arrived. We gorged ourselves, enjoying every cardiac-arrest-inducing bite. Of course, we stole food off each other’s plates—another thing we used to do when we were kids. I made sure not to touch any of the strawberries on Allie’s waffles. I knew they were her favorite part of the meal. I also knew if she wasn’t up to sharing, she wouldn’t hesitate to jab the back of my hand with her fork. It had happened on occasion when we were teenagers.
Once we finished eating, we piled back into the car, and I drove us to our next stop. Allie pestered me with questions the whole way as she tried to piece together where we were going before we arrived. When I pulled up at Chariot’s Park, Allie sighed in her seat.
“I should have known,” she muttered. “I can’t believe I didn’t guess this!”
I laughed and got out of the car. I opened the trunk and retrieved some items I had packed for this specific location: a blanket, a thermos of hot chocolate, and a bag of trail mix. This had been our go-to last-minute snack when we both squeezed in a quick evening getaway before doing our homework. Well, before Allie did her homework.
We walked down the winding path of the park to the place we used to sit together. It was atop a small hill in the middle of the park that looked down at a pond. In the summer, the pond would be full of activity. People would feed ducks or race little sailboats. On the grassy flats beside the water, there were often people playing Frisbee or exercising. We loved sitting on our blanket people-watching.
Today there weren’t many people to watch based on the simple fact that it was the middle of winter. Allie didn’t seem to mind the cold as I pulled her close to me. We sat together on the blanket, pressed in tight against one another while we sipped hot chocolate and tossed trail mix pieces into our mouths. Just like in the old days, Allie never caught anything. By the time we packed up to move to the next spot, her side of the blanket was covered in peanuts and raisins.
From there, I took her to the driving range. We sipped on beers and both performed terribly. Some of the other golfers stopped to watch us, probably intrigued by our presence. We were both so terrible that it was quite clear we didn’t belong there. Regardless, we had fun, and I loved the way Allie was staying close to me the whole time. It seemed that there was hardly ever a moment where we weren’t touching each other. I felt like a teenager in love all over again.
Next, I took her to the arcade we frequented when we were young and broke. A lot of the games we used to play were long gone, so we challenged each other to some racing games. I was mortified to lose every single time. We played everything we could, and at the end of it, we combined our tickets to buy Allie an assortment of her favorite sour candies.
She nibbled on them when we were back in the car. I told her she would spoil her appetite for dinner. She stuck her tongue out at me, which was bright blue from one of the candies, and then proceeded to suck the end of a sour treat. Watching her lips was torment.
Dinner was perfect. We ate at our old favorite burger joint. We used to go there on weeknights with Chance, Melissa, and all the other kids we were hanging out with at the time. We shared a milkshake and reminisced.
“What do you have planned for the rest of the evening?” Allie asked, twirling the end of the straw in the whipped cream on top of the milkshake.
“This is our last stop. But, I was thinking you should come over tonight.” The thought of going to bed without her wasn’t a pleasant one. I didn’t want to not be with her.
“Were you?” she asked, sinking the straw back into the shake and closing her lips over the end. She sucked, and I watched the chocolatey goodness creep up the straw.
“I was.”
“Funny,” she said, leaning back and licking her lips. “I was thinking the same thing.”
Allie was untucking my shirt from my pants before I even managed to get my front door closed. I managed to lock it before becoming wholly absorbed in her. She smelled like summertime. She tasted like the beach. I shrugged out of my shirt as she pulled it over my head, and then helped her out of hers.
She was wearing a pale pink bra. It was plain save for a single sparkling jewel between her breasts. She undid her pants and shimmied them down her hips. I took off my pants, and we left our clothes in a trail down the hallway until we reached my bedroom. Then I took over.
I lifted Allie up and placed her on the bed. She tried to turn herself around. I knew she wanted to try to suck my cock. It was hard and ready, aching for her touch, but I wanted tonight to be about her. I wanted to show her how special she was. That was what this whole day had been about.
I eased her back down by pressing gently on her shoulders. She complied, her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes fixed on me. She was curious. She was beautiful. It was hard to not stop and stare at her for a while as she lay upon my bed in nothing but her bra and panties.
Then she slid her panties off. She twirled them around one finger, smiling at me all the while, and then tossed them over her shoulder where they disappeared from view on the other side of the bed. I stepped closer to her and pressed my knee between her legs, forcing her to spread them. She did as I wanted and rested her head back.
I crouched down between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and pink in front of me. It was going to feel so good to fuck her. I yearned for it.
But first, I wanted to make her orgasm.
I reached out and traced the tip of my index finger up the length of her slit. She flinched when I grazed her clit. I continued to tease her by trailing my finger over her. When her hips started lifting from the bed, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out on her much longer. So I settled and eased one finger slowly into her. Her sharp intake of breath and the way her pussy gripped my finger was proof enough that she was horny as hell. So was I.
I leaned forward while I worked my finger inside her and licked her clit. She gasped. I loved hearing the soft little sounds she made while I pleased her. I flicked my tongue over her clit, feeling each tremble on the inside of her thighs as I held one leg aside.
She reached down and knotted her hands in my hair. Her breathing grew more rapid. I slid another finger into her. My tongue continued to roll over her sw
ollen bud, and my fingers curled inside her.
She didn’t suppress the cry that came out of her. I continued licking and rubbing her as her hips jerked and her legs shook.
When she was done, I stepped away and flipped her over. She went face down on the mattress right away. Her fingers were already clutching the sheets when I ran my cock over her wet warmth. I eased myself into her, enjoying the way she gripped me the deeper I got. I held her ass in both hands and squeezed. She moaned.
Then I slapped her ass. She let out a cry that turned into a moan and buried her face in my blanket. I slapped her again. Her ass jerked, and my cock slid deeper inside her. Then I took hold of her hips to hold her in place and began thrusting my hips, fucking her like it was the last time we were ever going to share each other.
My sheets did nothing to stifle her cries of pleasure. The sounds that came out of her urged me on, and I bucked against her like a wild animal. I could feel her closing in around me. I was going to blow soon, and so was she.
I spread her ass and fucked her as deep as I could. She threw her head back, arching her spine, and let out a breathless moan as she came. I felt the wetness around my cock. She was so warm, so silky. I came seconds later, filling her up with sperm. She quivered in my hands.
When we pulled apart, all I wanted was to be back inside her.