I turned back to the road and dropped the car from eighty to sixty-five. There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate on driving while I was fingering her. I was glad the windows were so tinted.
Every breath from her body was a soft moan as I attacked her pussy for the next few minutes. My thumb seemed to have found a circular pattern her clit enjoyed. Her hips unconsciously began to rotate a tiny amount in the seat as I established the tempo. I found that the finger probing her vagina really couldn’t get as deep as I wanted it to go, but that if I slightly hooked it upwards and dragged it out very slowly against the velvety texture of her wall, then she cried out in ecstasy and moaned again when I thrust it back in quickly. Her moans, my name, the wet, slippery sounds of my fingers against her pussy lips, and the sound of the car engine were all that I concentrated on for the next ten minutes.
“Oh my god, Eric. This feels so fucking good. I can’t believe how good it feels. Ohhhh.” It was the first time she had said anything other than my name. I looked away from the road to see her. Her eyes were halfway opened and staring at me in adoration. She was biting her lower lip in between moans. Her right hand was grabbing onto the armrest on the door, and her left was digging into the center console. I suddenly pulled out of her and moved my hand away toward my side of the car.
Her whole body twitched as she felt my fingers leave their duties. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked at me with a mixture of confusion, lust, and displeasure. Before she could say anything, I licked my pointer finger slowly, to get a taste of her. She tasted like olive oil with a hit of lime. Delicious.
“You taste amazing, Aimee. I’m going to love eating you out when we get back,” I said with a smile as I licked my finger again. Her eyes got wider, and her left hand fluttered to her mouth. She let out a whine as she watched my hand go back down toward her pink lips.
That did it. As soon as I resumed my rubbing on her clit, her hips started to buck. I could feel her pussy clench around my finger, and she moaned a long gasp of agony, spiked with pleasure. I pushed my finger into her as far as it could go, so I could feel her orgasm, and then I pressed down gently on her clit with my thumb. Her body rocked up and down for almost a minute as she gasped, cried, bit her hand, and finally screamed my name. Her tight pussy walls had squeezed my finger at least thirty times while the long orgasm ravaged her body. She sighed and leaned back into the chair. She was gasping for breath like she had just run up ten flights of stairs.
Her hole made one last wet, sucking sound of regret as I pulled my finger out of her. I licked both my fingers and thumb again, enjoying her taste. I didn’t want any of it to go to waste.
It took her awhile to regain her composure and speak. I exited the 405 onto Sunset Boulevard. We were probably ten minutes from her house now.
“Eric.” She paused and gasped a bit. “That was so fucking good.” She breathed in deeply and breathed out again. “I mean, I’ve never had one which lasted that long. Ummm… and you used your fingers! I can’t even get myself off like that with my fingers.” She moaned again. “Oh my fucking god. That was so good.” She turned away from me to stare out the window and sigh. In the passion of the moment, I had forgotten about my dick. It was still as hard as a steel pipe and starting to get angry. I was going to need to come soon. I didn’t think it would be a problem.
“I liked it too. Your pussy tastes so amazing.” She moaned and looked back at me. “What about at your house? Ummm… are, like, Loretta and Beth going to be around?” I turned into Bel Air. Almost there.
“Loretta goes home after she cleans up dinner, and Beth goes to sleep every night at ten sharp. Her room is on the other side of the house from mine, and the walls are thick. I’m seriously going to fuck your brains out. I’m going to make you come like I just did.” She had a big grin on her face. She had gotten what she wanted. Or at least she was about to.
Aimee hit a button on the dash as we approached the gate to her estate, and the massive doors opened. Within seconds, she hit another one to open the garage door concealing the Ferrari’s spot.
“Can you back it in?” she asked as she grabbed her purse from the floor. I nodded and angled the car backwards into the port. Then I put it in park and turned off the engine. In any other circumstance, I probably would have spent a few minutes looking over the car again, trying to capture all of the memories and store them so I could remember the experience correctly for the rest of my life, but Aimee’s door flew open as soon as I cut the engine, and she was out. The thought of what awaited us in her bedroom was more intriguing than the Ferrari. I did look back at it one last time as Aimee put the keys on a hook and led me out of the garage. Maybe, someday, I would drive it again.
She grasped my hand firmly as we walked on the covered path through the back garden area toward the house. There were enough lights on the walkway to let me see her hips sway. I wouldn’t be satisfied having her once tonight. She had teased, taunted, and flirted with me too much. My head had been filled with the thought of her. No, we were probably going to be fucking till the sun came up.
Aimee let go of my hand when she reached the door to the house, opened it, and smiled back over her shoulder as she walked in. We took a few steps down the short hall and stepped into the kitchen, where the breakfast nook area we had eaten dinner was.
“Hi Aimee! How was the show?” Aimee stopped dead in her tracks, and I almost bumped into her.
Beth.
“What the hell are you doing awake?” Aimee couldn’t contain her frustration and anger.
“What do you mean, Sis?” Beth asked innocently. I took a few steps around Aimee to get a view of the room. Beth was sitting at the table in the same outfit she wore at dinner. Blue scrubs, with her hair up in a bun. She had a thick-looking, blue paperback book in her delicate hands. It had what looked like a patent plan of a missile on the cover, but I couldn’t make out the title. There was a steaming mug, either coffee or tea, on the table next to her. When Beth saw me, her eyes lit up. “Hi Eric!” She dropped the book and jumped out of her chair. Before I could think, she had her arms around me in a fierce hug. I had to take a step back since she hit me full speed and almost knocked me over.
“You’re supposed to be in bed!” Aimee cried out. Her face was red, and her hands were clenched into fists. She was fucking pissed.
“Oh I know; I normally go to bed, but I wanted to see how your ‘really not a date’ went with Eric. I was actually hoping he would come back with you so we could talk more about my art.” Beth couldn’t have said it nicer. She either didn’t get what was going on, or she was a phenomenal actress. She turned her face back to look at me. “Did you like my car? It’s so fast, huh? It has a twelve-cylinder engine!”
Beth still had her arms around my neck, and I suddenly realized I had my hands around her hips; my fingertips laid across the top of her ass cheeks. Her lithe body was fully pushed against mine, and my cock was still as hard as a rock. She had to feel it poking her in the abdomen. She knew what she was doing.
“Ummm… yeah it was really fast. I liked driving it.” I let go of her hips and put my arms to my side. Hoping she would get the hint and let go of my neck.
“Awesome! I’m glad you liked my car. You can drive it anytime you want to. Just come over!” Beth’s face was inches from mine. She smiled joyfully as she wiggled her body against mine, making my cock ache, drag, and push harder against her. Oh, fuck me.
I looked over to Aimee in panic. She was at a loss for words. Her face was so upset and angry I thought steam would come out of her ears at any second. She finally managed to get a word out.
“Get off him, Beth!” Aimee grabbed onto her and yanked her from me. Beth’s mouth opened in surprise as she let out a cute little yelp and let go of me. She seemed to turn Aimee’s violent push into a dance move.
“Sorry, Sis! You know how excited I get when I make new friends.” Beth smiled at Aimee and leaned her head to the side like a puppy. I noticed she wasn’t wearing he
r massive black watch.
It looked like Aimee was two seconds from punching Beth in the face. Her whole body was shaking in anger. I needed to do something quick or there was going to be blood.
“The band was really good, but we decided to come home before they finished.” I stepped slightly in front of Aimee and grabbed her hand. It was clenched into a tight fist, and she didn’t grab me back.
“Oh! Well… can you look at some more of my paintings? I didn’t really have much of a chance to talk to you about some of them.” Beth locked eyes with me and smiled with excitement. I felt myself falling into them. What was I doing here? Fuck. I couldn’t do this with Aimee now. Maybe after Jack and she were finished and he had recovered from the heartache. I sighed.
“Eric and I were going to talk privately.” Aimee couldn’t disguise her malice. “I thought you were going to be in bed.” There was a clear threat there.
“Oh, Sis, I’m so sorry! I just thought, you know, that because it wasn’t really a date, Eric may want to spend some time talking with me about my art when he got back. At least, I hoped he would…” she looked back to me with a smile. Holy crap, this girl was good. My stomach fluttered whenever she looked at me. I reminded myself, again, that she was sixteen, and I had been two minutes from screwing her beautiful sister. This whole night was so fucked up. I needed to get out of there.
“I’d love to another time, Beth, but I have school tomorrow and then work. I think I need to head home.” I took a step toward the foyer on the other side of the house. My car seemed so far away.
“No!” Aimee and Beth both almost shouted at once. They looked at each other. Beth with a smile on her face, Aimee with horror and rage.
“Just hang out a little bit more. I wanted to finish the discussion we were having in the car,” Aimee pleaded with me. Her anger was forgotten for a second as she turned away from Beth to look at me.
“Yeah, we can turn on the TV or something and talk. You can lose a few hours of sleep tonight, right?” Beth continued, after Aimee finished.
“Shut the fuck up, Beth! You fucking bitch!” Aimee’s face contorted in anger as she swung around to look at Beth.
Beth’s mouth formed a little O shape, but she didn’t look startled or scared by her sister’s outrage.
“I really should be going. I had a really nice time tonight, Aimee.” I started to walk toward the door. This is what I needed. I needed some time and space away from Aimee to think about things. Beth luckily had given me the escape route.
“No, wait. Let me just get rid of Beth,” Aimee pleaded as she walked after me. I could see the front door in the distance. It was like the peak of a far away mountain.
“But Eric likes talking to me! Why can’t the three of us hang out?” Beth chimed in from somewhere behind Aimee, who was a few steps behind me.
“I swear to God, Beth. If you say one more thing, I am going to fucking slap you!” Aimee was trying not to scream, but she wasn’t successful.
I made it to the door and started to open it. I turned to face Aimee. The look on her face almost broke my heart. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. I hesitated for a few seconds. This whole thing was too weird. Beth was involved now, and I still had Jack to consider. I needed to get some space. Aimee and I needed to talk on the phone about this. I couldn’t think clearly when I was around her.
“Please stay.” It was a whisper. A plea. Her eyes were filled with emotion.
“I had a great time. We need to talk tomorrow.” Her eyes started to get watery. “I’ll call you.” I stepped out the door.
“Bye,” she choked out with an endless supply of remorse. Before I got to the car, I heard Beth yell. I turned around to see her bound down the steps, past Aimee, toward me. If looks could kill, Beth would have burst into flames from Aimee’s glare.
“It really was good meeting you. Can I see you again?” Beth started to shiver as soon as she finished the question.
“Jeez, Beth, it is really cold out here. Go back inside!” I pointed back to the house. She was smiling.
“I will. As soon as you tell me I can see you again.” Her teeth were clattering. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and make her warm. Fuck, I needed to get out of there.
“Yeah, sure. I have to go. Get inside!” I turned around and walked toward my car, unlocking it with the remote. Hopefully, she would get the clue and go back inside. Hopefully, Aimee wouldn’t kill her tonight after I left.
I started the engine and frowned. I was so happy with my new car, but it was nothing compared to the Ferrari. Was that going to be a metaphor for my life with Aimee’s friends and my old, carefully planned path? I looked back at the house cautiously, and Beth was skipping back to the doorway. Aimee’s jaw was clenched; I couldn’t tell if she was crying. I shifted into first and crawled away down the cobblestone driveway toward the gate. It opened automatically as I approached it. Then I was out. Free.
End of book 1
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