“Are you still giving me a ride to the demo?” I ask between kisses.
“I was thinking about giving you a ride before the demo,” she answers, smiling and kissing me again.
I brush her hair behind her ear in my habitual way, and I’m just hoping I can still skate after she’s through with me. Ever since we went from off to on to off to on again, she’s been particularly enthusiastic when it comes to the bedroom.
“Are we going to have time?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Exhibition doesn’t start until four, and it’s not that far away. I think if we leave by three, we should be there in plenty of time.”
“That doesn’t give you a lot of warm up, though,” she says. “Are you good with the course?”
“Never ridden it,” I tell her.
She’s out of bed and looking for her clothes, and it must be stopped.
“I’ve got the layout in my head,” I tell her. “I never show up early. When I saw you at the competition last time, I’d just gotten there. To be honest, I’m kind of surprised they still let me ride.”
“Wait, you missed a round and still won?” I ask.
“You were there, you didn’t notice?” he asks.
It helps that they dropped the lowest and highest scores in that particular competition, but I’m happy just letting her think I am a god of the board.
Of course, she knows better.
“Still,” she says, “we should at least make sure we have time to get in and everything. Come on,” she says, tossing me my pants. “Let’s get going.”
“It’s just a demo,” I tell her. “The only reason they even have judges is because the guy who organizes it likes to know who to tap for promo shots for the next event. I’m telling you, I never show up early. If I don’t get there just in time to skate, I start getting into my head and that’s when I start to have problems. Trust me, coming back to bed with that sexy naked body of yours is actually going to help.”
She puts her palm to her forehead and shakes her head. “I’m dating a thirteen-year-old,” she groans.
I lift the covers and act like I’m checking the size of my cock before looking back at her, saying, “Nope. I’d say I’m pretty full grown.”
“I’m talking about your brain,” she smirks, “not your dick.”
“All right,” I tell her. “If you’re not into it, you’re not into it.”
I get out of bed, naked, and I decide to milk the situation a little by stretching really big, letting my morning wood stick out even more prominently than it already was.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“What?” I ask. “I’m just stretching.”
“Yeah, you’ve been stretching for a little while there, big guy,” she says.
I look down and then over at her, a big smile coming over my face. “Hey, thanks for noticing.”
“Oh god,” she says with a laugh. “Put that thing away. If you don’t want to get to the demo early, the least we can do is head to the skate park so you can get warmed up.”
“Nope,” he says, “gotta go in cold. I mean, I stretch and everything beforehand, but yeah, my feet don’t touch the board until I’m taking my first run.”
She’s going through her drawers looking for clothes, but she stops. “You really have it all in your head?” she asks.
“I don’t have a photographic memory or anything,” I tell her, “but I have a good idea about what’s there and where it is. I don’t like to confront the finer details before that first run. That’s how I keep an edge in street competitions. I practice some things more than others, so I have quick go-tos when it comes time to take a run, but I never have anything set in stone. It keeps me on my feet and makes it a lot harder for me to be boring.”
“That’s pretty impressive,” she says. “I’m still pretty well convinced that you’re full of shit and you’re just trying to sneak in another tumble before we have to go, but still.”
“All right,” I say, bending down to grab my shirt off the floor. I put it on, my slowly fading erection still the most noticeable part of my general appearance. “Tumble?” I ask with a chuckle. “I love when you talk dirty to me.” I take a few steps toward Mia’s window and try to see the driveway, but my view is blocked. “Your dad’s still gone, right?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says. “He should be.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” I tell her and finally grab my pants off of the bed where I left them. I’ve even got them buttoned and zipped when Mia comes over and kisses me on the lips again, resting her arms on my shoulders.
At first, it feels like a, “Sorry, bud, it ain’t gonna happen,” thing, but her hands are moving to the top of my pants and she’s unzipping my zipper.
“What ya doin’?” I ask as she reaches through the gap in the front of my pants and persuades my member through it.
She’s gripping me with a firm, but comfortable touch and her cheeks are a little red.
“You forgot something,” she says, and while her statement is more a non-sequitur than anything, I bend down and kiss her again as her hand starts to stroke my growing shaft.
She puts her free hand around my neck and kisses me back, her tongue and mine massaging one another as we breathe each other in.
I start to pull my shirt back off, but she pulls her head away and whispers, “Uh-uh. Leave it on. We’ve got to be quick. We’ve got things to do.”
She’s in her shirt and panties, and as much as I don’t like that “we’ve got to be quick,” I’m more than happy to take what I can get.
Mia pulls me a little closer, and my hands move over her body, one settling around her shoulders while the other slips between her legs.
“Damn,” I whisper as I feel the hot wetness of her.
“Come on,” she says. “We’ve got to hurry.”
With that, she lets go of me and I let go of her. She opens her bottom drawer and pulls out the folded pair of pants she hides her condoms inside, pulling one out of the box before handing it to me.
“We’ve learned that when you get out of your head, you can do things you never thought you could do. Open this,” she says and hands me the condom.
“All right,” I tell her, “but if you run out of natural lubrication before I get this thing open, we’re both going to be pretty upset about it.”
“Yeah,” she says. “So hurry.”
I take a quick look at the condom wrapper and easily open it.
“What the hell was that?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I tell her, “I’ve got to level with you: These things are really easy to open.”
“You are such a jerk,” she says, taking the now open condom wrapper out of my hand, removing the condom and replacing the wrapper back between my fingers. “But we don’t have time for me to yell at you right now for it,” she says and slides the condom onto me.
“I’m glad to see you’re taking things so well in stride,” I tell her.
“I’m just really horny,” she says. “You’re not off the hook for anything, but for right now, I want to feel you inside me and I want you to make me come. After that, I can reconsider being mad at you.”
“Maybe I’ll just wait then,” I tell her. “If making you come is going to give you permission to be angry at me, I don’t really see my motivation here.”
“Yeah,” she says, putting her lips close to my ear, “all that’s going to do is get me mad a lot sooner.”
“Fair enough,” I laugh, and she giggles as she grabs my wrist, guiding my hand between her legs.
Mia’s black hair hangs as she throws her head back when my fingers reach her center. She’s slick to the touch, and I kiss her lips before sliding two fingers inside her.
“Whoa,” she titters and I pull my hand back.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
“Fine,” she laughs. “I just wasn’t expecting the second one. Ya kind of caught me by surprise there.”
I smile and kiss her for
ehead. “Sorry about that,” I tell her.
“Oh no,” she says, shaking her head. “It was nice. I just didn’t know it was coming.”
She grabs my hand and puts it back where it was.
“Where were we?” she asks.
She lets go of my cock and wraps her arms around my neck as I first slide one, and then another finger into her. Now that she’s expecting it, her muscles tense and she takes in a deep breath, her eyes closed.
Now, with the condom on and both of us primed, I put both my hands around Mia’s back and pull her close, walking slowly backward toward the bed.
I reach the edge and sit down. The plan was to lie down, but Mia climbs on top of me and puts her hands on my shoulders, encouraging me to stay in a sitting position.
She presses her body against mine and reaches down between her legs, grabbing my cock from between mine and setting my tip against her dripping gap.
I put my arms behind myself and lean back a little, aiding the process as she lowers herself onto me, bit by bit, until I’m in her down to my base.
Mia rocks her hips as she leans back, and I watch her supple breasts pulse as she rides me harder now.
“We do have to be quick,” she says in a whisper so near silent that I have to strain to hear her.
With one hand, I pull the front of her shirt down, securing it beneath her breasts. Putting both arms around her now, I settle my hands on her lower back, supporting her as I lean forward to kiss her soft mounds.
Her skin grows even hotter in my mouth, and the springs in her mattress are really starting to creak.
I just hope her dad’s really not home. He seemed like a peaceful kind of guy, but walking in on something like this has persuaded a lot of otherwise gentle souls to perform some pretty heinous acts.
I really can’t think about that now, though. Mia said we had to be quick and from the tempo and depth of her breathing and the eagerness with which she’s riding me, she’s not too far from done, and I don’t want to go to this demo all backed up.
Sure, I will if I have to, but it just makes things that much more difficult out on the pavement.
“Oh my god,” she moans, bringing me back to the moment.
“Are you close?” I ask, kissing between her breasts before leaning back again.
“Don’t move,” she says. “Just stay right…”
She lets out a guttural moan, and her breath comes in short bursts as I can feel her tightening around me.
If I was worried about not coming before, I’m past that now, as the look and feel of Mia’s pending climax catapults me skyward and I feel my own body begin to come alive, ready to come with her.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my body responding to her with such urgency that I can hardly process the surge of ecstasy running through my body.
Her arms are around me tight, now and I can feel her heart racing through both our chests as she kisses me hard, her tongue halfway in my mouth before I can even react.
As always, we’re close, but not quite on the same page as my body starts to shudder just as hers starts to calm, only I don’t hit that peak when I think I’m going to, I just shoot right past it, the pleasure its own entity moving through my entire body until that moment when… everything… fades… away.
I embrace Mia, as we both try to catch our breath and, together, we fall haphazardly onto the bed.
“You know,” she says, between deep breaths, “sometimes I wonder how you can physically skate carrying that thing around between your legs.”
I just laugh and hold her close. The last thing on my mind right now is skating.
* * *
“We’re too early,” I tell her. “We’ve got to go.”
“Go?” she asks as we pull up to the demo, two towns away at the Richfield Community Skate and Ride.
It’s a lot more inspiring before you know the name of the park.
“We can’t go, we just got here, and we’ve only got twenty minutes before this thing starts,” Mia says. “We’ll be lucky if we can get you to the start area by then, and don’t you have to check in or something?”
“Yeah, but could we just drive around for a little bit?” I ask.
“You’re nervous!” she gasps. “I can’t believe it.”
“You’ve seen me nervous,” I tell her (nervously). “What’s the big deal?”
“Okay, I’ve seen you nervous,” she says, “but this is a whole new level of scaredy cat I wasn’t anticipating.”
“Oh, ha, ha,” I mock. “So, can we get out of here or what?”
“Got your board?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“Got your pads or do they give those to you?” she asks. “You know, you really should have let me help you pack.”
“No,” I tell her. “I had to go into my dad’s house, and I didn’t want you to have to deal with that. I didn’t want to deal with that, but I haven’t really been back to pick up any of my stuff.”
“Yeah, I’ve been wondering why you’ve been alternating between the same three or four outfits since you moved in with Rob,” she teases.
“All but one of them are his,” I tell her. “Fuck, now I’m all freaked out because I’m going to have to go back at some point and deal with my dad. You know, for a student of psychology, you’re really not helping here.”
“Hey!” she protests, “who’s the one that finally got you past your mental block on the ramp?”
“I did,” I tell her. “You may have provided the guidance, but I did the work.”
“That’s how psychology is supposed to work!” she exclaims.
“Well, it’s not working now, I can tell you that much,” I mutter and look out the window.
Yeah, we’re really cutting it close. I’m really hoping to have the decision made for me, only when it happens, it doesn’t happen in the way I expect.
“You know,” she says, “I never paid up.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“That day we went to the park and I was trying to convince you to take three more runs,” she says.
“Oh, that’s right,” I answer. “That was the day you told me that you didn’t think we were going to work out. Thanks, now I’m worried about how solid our—”
“Oh, quit your stalling and get out of the car,” she says, taking the keys out of the ignition and getting out, herself.
She shuts the door and now I’m sitting in Mia’s dad’s car by myself.
It’s nice and quiet in here. Things are so much simpler in this car. Maybe I can just stay here until the demo’s over and then I won’t have to trash my future by trying to drop in in front of a couple hundred people today.
If that plan had any wings, though, they’re effectively clipped as Mia makes her way to the outside of my door and pulls on the handle.
She lets go, frustrated.
“Let go of the handle,” she says through the window.
“What?” I mouth. “I can’t hear you.”
I know we’ve gone past the realm of nerves into a near-complete age regression, but I do not want to get out of this car. It has a nice, minty aroma that I find rather soothing. How could anyone be so callous as to want to pull me away from such a thing?
The back passenger’s door opens and Mia grabs the duffel bag containing my pads, two beers, and my victory joint.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m giving away your stuff,” she says. “Apparently, it looks like you’re not going to be using it, so I thought we could make some kid really happy.”
“Yeah, very funny,” I mock, but when she drops the duffel bag on the ground next to her and grabs my board, I try to lunge and grab it.
“Oh, looks like someone’s starting to take me seriously,” she says. “How about you get out of the car and go win this thing?”
“It’s not a competition,” I tell her. “Well, technically it is, but the winner doesn’t get anything but a little plaque and a picture in their ad
vertising for the next year.”
“Sounds pretty sweet,” she says, dangling my board. “Now, are you coming, or am I going to have to walk over there and see if that young man would like some free gear that used to be owned by a former-almost-pro?”
“Fine,” I tell her and I unbuckle my seatbelt. I get out and take the board from her. “Oh, was she mean to you?” I ask my skateboard, cradling it like I’m burping an infant.
“I can’t believe I let you put your thing in me,” she says with a scoff and shuts the back door, locking it with her key fob.
We’re making our way to the front, and I’m hoping Mia can’t hear the guy on the loudspeaker announcing that competitors have only five more minutes to check in for the demo.
“What were you going to say before?” I ask.
“When?”
“You were talking about when we were at the skate park and I didn’t want to—” I start.
“Oh, right,” she says. “I never gave you your reward. I told you I was going to make it worth your while if you tried three more times and, well you did, so I guess I owe you that reward.”
“You weren’t just going to say that and leave it there, though, were you?” I ask. “I mean, why bring it up now if that’s all you were going to say about it?”
“Well,” she says, “I was considering offering you an even bigger reward on top of that one for going through with the exhibition today, but you’ve really been less than easy to work with, so I don’t think I’m going to do that.”
“Oh, come on,” I tell her. “Look, I’m already on my way in.”
“Nope,” she says. “You blew it.”
“At least tell me what you were going to—” I start, but I don’t get a chance to finish.
“Ian?” a familiar voice calls from nearby. “Ian Zavala?”
Oh shit.
I turn to find Nick and Rob walking toward the entrance.
“Oh my god!” Nick says, throwing his hands above his head. “I can’t believe—it is Ian Zavala!”
“Yeah, man,” Rob chimes in, “will you sign my balls?”
“Really great, guys,” I say, glad that I’m now almost certain to be well out of running distance, should Mia realize just how little time I have left to get signed in. “Really, you’re very clever.”
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