Penny couldn’t tell you how she had physically done it, but somehow, she had managed to flip Able over onto his back. Now here she sat, straddling his hips, her eyes locked with his. She found that he looked as if he was in a daze, hooded lids and all. His chest quickly rising and falling, as he tried to suck in much-needed breaths. He was a beautiful mess of distraction, which, was exactly what she had been needing in her boring little humdrum life.
It was weird being on top, though. She had never been the aggressor before. Cole was always way too on top of that shit, for her to ever even get the chance. She never thought she wanted the chance either, until now. Normally, she liked that Cole made all the first moves, it suited her just fine. She liked that he took over in the bedroom. It was sad, but she didn’t really have any experience when it came to sex. She had only ever been with Cole. He had taught her what to like, what he liked. He liked taking charge, being in control. He didn’t mind her laying back, one bit. Hell, he insisted on it, but that didn’t seem to be an option with Able. She didn’t have the ability to resist her urges. She wanted him, more of him than he was giving. She needed it, needed more contact, more friction. She just needed more of him and she was gonna get it, one way or another.
“I’m not this kind of girl, I swear I’m not!” Penny pleaded, for him to believe her, just as she tugged his hair, forcing him to tip his head back. She took the opportunity to sink her teeth into his neck.
When she finally released his flesh, she went to sucking the bruised area, making him moan into the salty air that was surrounding them. She liked the way his skin tasted of change, excitement, and of all the things she shouldn't be doing.
Her lips trailed kisses down his chest as her hips started to grind. She wasn’t in the club but she was damn sure giving him one hell of a lap dance, that was for sure. She had given more than her fair share over the last ten years, but this was the first that she had ever wanted to give, scratch that, needed to give. It wasn’t for him, though, no, this one was all for her. People used her body every day to get pleasure, it was her turn to use someone else’s to get some for herself. And what better body to use, then his? He sure as hell seemed to be getting his, so, all was fair. Use and be used, it’s what makes the world go round, she knew that better than anyone.
Able couldn't even stop himself as he ground his hips against hers, trying to catch friction for his poor aching cock. It was rock hard and pressed up tight to the warmth of her womanhood. At this point, only two, soaking wet, little, pieces of material kept them from becoming joined as one.
Her barely there panties, were doing little to block the heat her pussy was putting out. He could feel it burning, fire hot through the thin material of his skin tight, boxer briefs. If he had thought, for even a second, that something like this might pop off, he probably wouldn’t have worn his Bugs Bunny boxers, but then again, all of his boxers had some sort of cartoon character featured on them. So far, she hadn’t made fun of him, though, so he considered it was a win.
He could almost feel the shape of her folds as his sensitive bulge slid back and forth across the lace of her panties. Her silky softness was driving him absolutely mad with the need to have her but his shyness refused to allow him to make a move, besides, it was way too soon for all that. They had just met and like she said, she wasn’t that kind of woman. A lot of chicks say they aren’t, but for some reason, Able believed it to actually be true when it came to her. No way, was he gonna make a clumsy move and have her running for the hills, thinking he was some asshole, who just wanted to bang her out.
Penny couldn’t believe they were doing this right here on the beach. What the hell were they even doing, anyway? Weren't they both a little too old to be dry humping like a couple of teenagers? Then again, she had never dry humped or been dry humped in high school, so, in all reality, she guessed, she had some making up to do. If she had known it was this fucking good, she might have tried it a hell of a lot sooner, that’s for damn sure.
Right now, she didn’t care if Able was thinking badly of her for being so forward. She couldn’t help herself; she was riding his cloth covered cock like a jockey in a horse race. She was worse than a damn cat in heat, rubbing herself against him. The awkward rhythm they had worked out, was sending zaps of electricity right to her core. Her panties, were drenched and it had nothing to do with the dip she had taken in the ocean.
Glancing down, she found Able’s eyes looking up at her, a look in his blues that had her core seizing up. She felt her center tense and her belly go tight, just as her eyes went wide.
"Holy shit, I think…, I’m gonna...," she panted out, unable to believe what was happening. Her entire body seized. It all happened so fast. She barely even had time to take notice of how embarrassing this all was. "Fuck!,” she managed to cry out, as her back arched up.
She ripped Able off the sand, pulling his face into her heaving breasts as she clung to him for dear life. She used her hold on him as leverage, to rock her hips hard, forcing his clothed cock to rub against her material covered clit. Hard and fast she ground herself against him, drawing out her orgasm, as she clawed her nails ragged down his arching back.
"Oh shit… fuck… wait, stop! Oh fuck, you gotta..,"
She heard his plea, just a second before his body locked up under her own, his muscles going tight as his eyes rolled back in his head. She hadn’t cum alone, no, he was right there with her, sucking in breaths and cursing out moans.
A full moment passed before his lids peeled open, his eyes locking with hers but only for a moment. Quickly, he jerked away his gaze, at the same moment, she did hers. The pairs faces both redder than a sunburn in July.
"Um…, I…," Able started then stopped.
He didn't know what to say. This all felt like that time in Jr high with Jenny Nielson, only he was a grown ass man, and shit like this was not supposed to happen anymore. He was supposed to have some kind of control. Jesus Christ, he had just busted a nut dry humping, for Christ's sake! He had been with super models, hell, porn stars even, and nothing like this had ever happened to him. He had always been able to restrain himself. Always, had been able to wait, until the time was right, but this fucking girl, the one who was looking just as shocked as he was, had ripped his control right away from him, with just a few moans, a couple of thrusts, and the feel of her body coming undone over the top of his.
"Yea…, um, that was…,"
Penny couldn’t seem to finish, either. What the hell had just happened? She felt like a thirteen-year-old boy, who was going through puberty. Was this what men were always talking about when they said ‘it's never happened before’, because this sure as shit, had never happened to her, before. The man below her, had just made her cum all over herself just with his kiss and a little bit of rubbing up against his stone hard bulge. Okay, so it was more than a little bit of rubbing, it had been a lot, and mostly, she had been in charge of that.
Dear Lord, he must think of her as a total freak, but then again, by the look on his face, he was feeling pretty, ‘freak’ like, as well.
He wore the look of a little boy who was just about to get yelled at, uncertain with a bit of shame thrown in.
"Alright, I’m just gonna say it, that was fucking crazy!” Penny finally, blurted out.
"Fuck yeah, it was!" Able agreed with a hard nod.
They set, shocked faced, until neither could help the laughter that broke out of their lips.
Dipping her head, Penny kissed the tip of his nose, leaning back to give him a goofy grin.
“I should probably get off you, huh?” she giggled, her cheeks still blazing red.
“Don’t rush on my account, I’m loving the view.” He smirked.
“Ya right, I must look a mess. Is my makeup running?” She questioned, pushing off his body to stand. She rubbed at her cheeks, hoping she didn’t look too God awful.
“Ya, it’s all but gone, but no worries. You don’t need it.” Able informed, accepting her hand, as she reache
d down to help him up, off, the sand.
“I wish that was the truth but thanks anyway.” She giggled as he spun her around until her back faced him.
"Here, I got ya," He offered as he began to brush off the sand that covered her backside
"Thanks, oh here, let me.” she offered, returning the favor. Next, they each grabbed piles of discarded clothes of the sand, only not their own. They swapped out with fools grins on their lips, their cheeks blushing red.
"So ya, I'm gonna head into those bushes over there and loose these, I think they’ve had all the fun they can stand today.” Able announced, flicking the waistband of his soiled boxers.
"Yeah, I think you might be right." She giggled, turning around to get herself dressed, once again.
They spent the next few hours walking the waters edge, sharing stories, and laughs. Neither brought up what had happened. That moment had passed, and in its place, a much less rushed one set in. One that had them equally as satisfied. They held hands, talking and walking until the sun started to set on the horizon.
"Oh shit, hold on, just a sec," Penny requested, already busy tugging her phone out of her pocket.
“Ya, no problem.”
"I'm gonna fucking kill him!" She hissed, looking over the troublesome image she had just received in a message sent from Cole.
A seven-foot shark hung from a hook next to her son, who was holding a giant fishing rod, and grinning like a mad man. On the other side of the deep water killer, was Cole, who was pretending to karate kick it in the gut.
"Is everything okay?" Able questioned, taking in her annoyed features.
"Yeah, just my kid and… his friend, being stupid, is all. No big shocker; I'll deal with it later.” Penny sighed, tucking the phone back into her pocket.
"Boy’s will be boy’s, right?" Able shrugged with an easy smile.
"Yeah, I mean, Trent's a good kid, it’s just his… friend, he’s a real jackass ya know? He's always getting him involved in crazy shit. I don’t think he realizes that Trent's just a kid still. He acts grown but physically, he's still small. It’s just too easy for him to get hurt when they’re together. I mean, he hasn’t yet, but it still scares the crap out of me that he might. Ya know?”
“How crazy are we talking here?”
“Well, let’s see, a few months ago they got into race cars and before that, it was bungee jumping.”
“Holy shit, when I was his age I thought I was a badass because I could pop a wheelie on my bicycle. Bungee jumping, that shit’s crazy!” Able said with the shake of his head.
“Ya it is, they just never stop, it's one crazy adventure after another. I finally had to put my foot down when they got obsessed with the idea of base jumping, I mean, come on!" She sighed, letting out an exasperated breath. Glancing over, she found Able giving her an odd look. "What?"
"How old is Trent’s friend? I mean, race car driving and base jumping, that's some pretty hardcore shit. I have a friend that's into that stuff and he's like the most badass dude ever. It takes real balls to do that kinda shit." Able noted, knowing he damn sure didn’t pack a set big enough.
Cole was always trying to get him to tag along on whatever his new ‘edge of your seat’ obsession was but he never did. He wasn’t ashamed to say that he was a pussy when it came to all that adrenaline junkie type of stuff.
"Oh…, ya, that’s right…, um…, his friends, a bit older and he's got… well, let’s just say his parents are loaded. So, he’s got nothing but time and money to spend on these dangerous little endeavors of theirs. He drags Trent around with him everywhere he goes. Trent, of course, loves it. He’s down for anything as long as he gets to spend time with…, his… friend. I just worry about him. I know he's safe, they’re good about taking all the precautions, it's just, I don’t know…," she faded out, looking around as if the answer was somewhere in the surf.
"It's just you, being a good Mama and worrying about your boy, is all." Able offered, before gripping her chin to give her lips a gentle little kiss.
The smile Penny gave as he pulled back, had Able realizing that he needed to get her home, and fast, before he fell even further under her spell. Though, he was pretty sure, he didn’t have any further left to fall. She already had him, hook, line, and sinker.
Chapter 9.
C limbing off the back of Able’s bike, Penny pulled her helmet free, her eyes darting up to her apartment windows. She was hoping that the boys were still out and about, and not currently spying on her from five stories up. She didn’t see any signs of life up there but that didn’t mean she was in the clear. Those two were sneaky little shits when they wanted to be.
"So, today was…,” Able stumbled over his words, a nervous smile on his lips as he tried to steady his racing heart. He couldn’t stop fidgeting, biting his thumbnail and shifting in his boots.
“I couldn’t agree with you more.” Penny smirked, looking like every bad boy's dream as she leaned up against his bike.
“I’m glad you said that. I’d really like to see you again some time, before I leave out." Able confessed, eyeing her through those beautiful long, thick, lashes of his.
"Well then, that makes two of us," she smiled, taking a step his way.
"I'll text ya, then?" He questioned, in a tone that sounded like he actually might fear her rejection.
"You better,"
Penny reached out, pulling his body into hers before pushing up on her tip toes, trying to snag a little kiss. Able didn’t have any use for little, though, instead, he landed a kiss on her lips that had her stumbling a bit in his arms. With a wink, and that little boy grin sent her way, he stepped back toward his bike, grabbing up his helmet before stuffing it on his head.
“Later, Holden,” Penny smiled, watching him mount his trusty metal steed. He was a white Knight on a black horse, what more could a woman ask for?
“Later Livi,’ Able called through the shield on his helmet, giving her a little tip of his head before pulling out from in front of her building.
"Oh my God woman, what are you doing?" She questioned, out loud as she rolled her eyes, spinning around in her place on the busted up sidewalk.
Penny felt high, higher than high, even. She was buzzing on all the exciting events that her day had offered her. She had a bit of pep to her step as she made her way up the stairs, headed toward her apartment.
She smelled it before she ever even got there, and it smelled, divine. Opening the door, she found a shirtless Cole and beside him, was T.J., just as bare on top. Their skin was darker than when they had left this morning, proving they had spent their day, being kissed by the sun. Their backs were to her as they huddled over the stove. She could hear Cole, giving instructions on the perfect time to flip, and just what angle to do it in, so that the oil wouldn’t splash back, burning skin or landing on the stove, maybe causing a fire. Penny rolled her eyes when she heard her name being mentioned. Apparently, her earlier attempt at cooking was serving as a great, ‘what not to do’, guide, when it came to preparing a meal. That, was parenting done right. Let them learn from your mistakes, instead of making their own. She just hated that it was Cole pointing it out, not to mention, that they couldn’t seem to stop giggling over it. The little pricks.
"Fishing trip, huh?”
With just three words, she had T.J. jumping as he spun around fast, giving her a nervous little wave, with his oven mitt, covered hand. A guilty grin, setting on his beautiful faces. Cole, on the other hand, didn’t even bother to look her way.
“Indeed, and, we brought ye back the best catch of the day, me beautiful maiden. “ Cole said, sounding more Pirate than born and bred Texas boy.
“It smells like Tuna steak,” she said, sniffing at the air.
“That’s because it is. T.J., did I ever tell you about the time your mother wanted to make me a special dinner for our anniversary?”
“Nope, haven't heard that one.” T.J. shook his head, already excited to hear the story.
He loved h
earing Cole’s stories about back when they had dated. The man was a great storyteller, he had a way of making everything they did together seem as if it was the best time ever. T.J. wondered why his mother never talked about that time in her life. To hear Cole tell it, they seemed to have had a blast together.
“Really, you’re still telling this story?” Penny sighed out, putting her hand on her hip.
“Every chance I get!” Cole informed, still not looking her way as he continued to keep his focus on the pan filled with fish in front of him. “Anyway, so, it’s our first anniversary and your mom asks me what I would like for dinner, says she’ll make anything. So I tell her, I want Tuna steak. She smiles, tells me no worries, she’s got this shit. Boom, she runs off to the grocery store.”
“She so didn’t have it, did she?” T.J. questioned, glancing over his shoulder to smirk at his mom. Who was now leaning against the fridge, listening in with an embarrassed little smirk on her lips.
“No, she certainly did not, but bless her heart, the little thing had tried her absolute best, went above and beyond even. Alright, so, check this out. I’m sitting in the kitchen of our first apartment out here in Cali.”
“It was your apartment, not ours.” Penny spoke out.
“Whatever, it was the first place we stayed together then. We had this rickety little table that was older than dirt, but your mother loved it. She had dragged it all the way back from that Flea market over on Elm. She even sanded it down and painted it this God awful blue color.”
“It wasn’t blue, it was turquoise.” Penny corrected from behind them.
“It was hideous, either way. That night, though, she had it covered with a little table cloth, had candles sitting out and everything. Like she really went all out on this shit.”
“I spent the entire day, getting ready for that night. I even went out and bought a brand new dress, a little black number… or was it green…,” Penny mused, more trying to remind herself than helping to tell the story.
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