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“I think it’s time I tell you aboutmyteenage dreams,” she whispers, looking up at me as she bites my shirt and tugs.
Oh, I definitely need to hear this. I pull the truck over down a dirt road, knowing we’re not going to make it the thirty minutes back to my parents’ house.
I drive a mile down the road, in between trees and overgrown grass. Though I’m sure we’re getting stuck out here in the mud, I shut off the engine and turn to her, my arm draped over the back of the seat. With the windows cracked, the warm summer air pushes through the cab, the rain making gentle taps on the roof. “What did you have in mind?”
“How many licks does it take to get to the center?” She sits up, pink tinting her cheeks.
I laugh, knowing what she’s referring to.
Tentatively, she watches me, her fingertips touching my lips, and I flash back to when she asked me to tutor her in math freshman year. That lick joke made us bust up laughing every time and we have no idea, but one night, it took on an entirely different meaning. Math was always my strong suit, sucked at everything else, but I could rattle off the answers to multiplication in seconds. It’s the way her hooded eyes lock on mine and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip that the memory solidifies and I know exactly what she’s thinking.
“How many licks does it take to get to the center?”
“Spread your legs and I’ll tell you.”
She didn’t, back then, but we got close. My mouth made it to her upper thigh before she burst out laughing and pushed my head away from her. I don’t remember what happened after that, other than time spent in the bathroom, alone, for me.
This time, I want a different ending.
With a nod, I motion for her to lie down on the seat. She does, her hands crossed over her stomach. “Why is this sorta embarrassing?”
I wink, flipping up her dress. “It shouldn’t be. I’ve been dying to taste you.”
“You have tasted me,” she points out, a gentle breeze rolling through the cab of my truck, the trees swaying in the distance.
“I’ve tasted my fingers. That’s not the same thing.” My eyes find hers as my hands move to her hips between the edge of her panties and skin. I slip them past her thighs, my mouth lingering over her calves and then lazily making my way higher.
I’ll admit, there’s some hesitation on my part. I’ve never gone down on a girl before. My only experience there would be a scrambled porno we had on base of some girl-on-girl action.
I try to remember it, maybe recall some pointers, but I can’t remember a single thing. Closing my mouth over her clit, I takethat first pass over her slit and moan. It’s better than I could have ever imagined. I suck gently, flicking my tongue against the small bud I’ve been dying to get in my mouth.
Thinking I should add my hand in there, I work two fingers inside her and curve upward.
She moans in response, her hands threading into my hair. “Oh my God,” she pants, squirming. “Holy shit.”
I laugh against her opening, peering up at her. “I have no idea what I’m doing down here.”
She smacks the top of my head. “You’re doing fine. Don’t stop.”
Fine? I mean, she could have used a better word. Like awesome. You’re doing awesome would have sounded better.
I thought that her sucking my cock earlier would forever be my favorite image of her.
I was wrong.
Her clit between my teeth, her head thrown back, back arched, and hands fisting in my hair is so much sexier.
I may not have had a clue what I’m doing, but whatever it is, she’s loving it and I’m real fucking close to coming in my pants without even touching myself.
Down a country road, in a rainstorm, her moans fill the cab of my truck. She squirms, shakes, and drenches my face. Unable to stop myself, I slip my hand inside my shorts, intending on adjusting my raging erection, but Evie notices.
“That’s so fucking hot,” she pants, her entire body convulsing. “Keep doing that. Shit, I’m gonna come.”
It’s like trying to play a game of Twister in the small cab, what hand goes where, don’t put too much pressure there, angle your head that way; it’s crazy, but I manage. And Evie, she watches me with rapt attention as I jerk myself off inside my shorts, at the same time as she comes in my mouth. This girl that I’ve obsessed over since my first erotic thought of her, comes on my face, because of me. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Seconds later, she pushes my head back by grabbing a handful of my hair. “That was amazing.” And then shoves me back.
Well, that’s a better word than fine. I’ll take that. I fall against the driver-side door with a grunt, my hand still on my cock, unsure what I’m supposed to do now.