I hadn't heard from Jay in days, not since the fight we'd had. I still wasn't sure what had started the fight. It didn't seem to me that saying I wasn't going to fuck just anyone was judging him, but he seemed to think it was. I'd tried to call him once and had left a voice mail. He hadn't called back, and I'd decided if he couldn't be bothered, neither could I.
So when he walked into the convenience store where I worked, I thought I was seeing things. He came right over to the counter. "Sam, we need to talk."
"I'm working," I said. I wasn't going to forgive him that easily for getting mad at me for something I hadn't even said.
"I can see that, but I wanted you to know I'm back and I'm sorry."
Jay Christian didn't apologize often. "Sorry for what?" I asked.
"For that fight. Look, if you want to talk, let's go talk. Otherwise, I have stuff to do, but I want to see you tomorrow. It's Sunday, you won't be working, right?"
"Right."
"Then I'll pick you up at the library at ten tomorrow morning. Unless you get into another argument with your parents. If that happens, just give me a call and I'll come pick you up earlier. I'll be awake early."
"Why didn't you ever call me back?" I asked.
"We'll talk tomorrow." He reached across the counter and touched my shoulder. "I missed you, Randy's kid sister. See you in the morning." He sauntered out of the store and drove away.
* * *
The next morning, I managed to get out of my house without my parents stopping me. That was a first; usually they wanted to know everywhere I was going and everything I was doing. I was eighteen; I should have been able to come and go as I pleased, but my parents didn't see it that way.
I walked from my house to the library a mile or so away. I really needed to get my license. My brother Randy had said he'd help me with it; I just had to take the test to get my permit, and then Randy would let me practice driving his car. Maybe Jay would help as well. I'd ask him, after I found out what he wanted to talk about.
He was parked in front of the library when I got there, which surprised me because I was early. I got into his car. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"I haven't decided yet," Jay replied. "We might just drive around. We need to talk."
"That's what you said last night, but you didn't tell me what you want to talk about. What's going on?" Was he still angry with me? Was he going to explain why he'd been angry? Was he going to stop seeing me? I couldn't even begin to figure it out; Jay wasn't the easiest person in the world to read.
He drove away from the curb and headed out of town. "You know what I want to talk about," he said. "That argument we had while I was away."
"You said I was judging you. I never judged you. I just said I wasn't horny enough or comfortable enough to sleep around. I don't care what you do; that's your business, not mine. But I do care what I do."
"You fucked Tillie while I was gone."
"Yeah. How did you know that?"
"She called me, of course. Bragged about it. She was pretty happy with you. I think she was probably disappointed that you didn't go back."
"She didn't invite me." I slid down in the seat and propped my feet up on the dashboard. It felt weird talking to my boyfriend about a woman I'd had sex with.
"You know I don't have a problem with it, right?"
"Yeah, you told me to go."
"That's true, I did. Well, I don't have a problem with it; I don't have a problem with you having sex with anyone else as long as you tell me you've done it. I don't need details, but it's only fair for you to let me know you've been with someone else."
"You don't tell me when you're with someone else," I pointed out.
"True. That's one of the things I wanted to talk about. That isn't very respectful to you, so from now on, I will tell you. You know I'm going to be with other women. It's just the way I am."
"Yeah, and I told you I don't have a problem with it." Well, not enough of a problem to argue with him about it, though I wished he didn't want to have sex with other women. Why couldn't I be enough?
"I know you don't. That's one of the things I like about you. But like I said, I'll tell you from now on. I don't want to hide anything from you, Sam."
"I don't want to hide anything from you either."
"Good. Then we're agreed. If you do decide to fuck anyone else, just tell me about it. I'm not going to be jealous or anything. I could even introduce you to some of my other friends if you want."
"Um, not right now."
Jay grinned. "Had a feeling you might say that. You aren't a virgin anymore, Sam. Sex is a good thing, okay? Do what feels good to you. Meanwhile, I thought about that argument of ours. I know you weren't judging me. If you judged me for what I do, we wouldn't be seeing each other, right?"
"Right."
"Okay. So how was it with Tillie, anyway, after all your talk about how you aren't a lesbian and didn't want to be with another woman?"
My face grew warm. "It was nice," I admitted. "Not as good as with you, but she was good."
"A woman knows how to touch a woman," Jay said. "At least that's what the women I've dated always say. Fortunately, they've taught me some of their tricks."
He reached over and rubbed my crotch through my jeans. I was instantly wet; just being around him made me horny. "That is a good trick," I said.
"Uh huh." Somehow, without taking his eyes off the road and with only one hand, he managed to undo my jeans. He slipped his hand inside. "I take it you like this?"
"Very much. I've missed it."
"So have I." He turned onto a side road. "I missed you, Sam. I didn't call you back because I wasn't sure how ticked you were at me, and I figured we should both take some time to cool down. But I hated not being able to talk to you. Like I've told you, you're special."
"Thank you." I wasn't sure which felt better, hearing him say that or what his finger was doing to my clit.
At the end of the road, he stopped the car and shut off the engine. Without a word, he pulled me toward him and kissed me hard. His tongue parted my lips and touched mine, and his finger picked up the pace on my clit. I moaned into his mouth. It occurred to me that anyone could see us if they happened by, but I didn't care. All that mattered was Jay's lips and hands on me.
Knowing that we might be seen excited me. The thought made me even wetter. When my orgasm hit, it took me by surprise, and I broke the kiss. "Fuck, Jay!"
"Is that what you want to do?" he asked.
"God, yes." I looked around. "Back to your place?"
"Nope. I've been waiting two weeks to fuck you again, and I'm not in the mood to wait anymore, not even long enough to get home." He brought my hand to the large bulge in his jeans. "Feel that, Sam? Feel how hard my cock is for you?"
"Mmm, yes!"
"So take it out. Wait, let's get into the back. It'll be a little more comfortable there." He climbed between the front seats into the back of the car. I followed and almost landed on him when I caught my foot on the center console. He put his arms around me and pulled me on top of him. "Now you're where I want you."
"People might see us!" I said.
"So what?" He pushed down my jeans. "This would be a lot easier if you were wearing a skirt, you know. Do you really want to wait to get to my house? If you're as horny as I am, you'd go insane before we got there."
"I don't want to wait, but here, Jay? In the middle of a street?"
"We aren't in the middle of it." Jay looked out the window at the two houses near us. "I doubt anyone even comes down here, and if they do, all they're going to see is us fucking. They might get a thrill out of it, who knows?"
I had to laugh. "Yeah, or they might get us arrested for indecent exposure."
Jay pushed me off his lap and tugged at my jeans. "Get these things off. And from now on, when you're seeing me, please wear a skirt or a dress. I'll even take you out and buy you some."
"So you're planning on fucking me in your car on a regular basis?"
"I don't know, but I want the option. Get your jeans off."
I would be naked from the waist down in a place where total strangers might see me. That wasn't something the good little girl my parents thought I was would do. But I wasn't that good little girl anymore, at least not when I was with Jay. I pushed my jeans down, and Jay pulled them off over my feet. Under them I'd worn a thong, which he pushed out of the way so he could push two of his fingers into my pussy. "Mmm, you're nice and wet," he said. "What do you want me to do, Sam?"
"What can we do in a car?"
"Anything we want. Tell me, baby. What do you want?"
"I want you to go down on me."
"You got it."
He bent to my pussy and nibbled my clit. It felt incredible. After a few seconds, he ran his tongue down to my opening and thrust it inside. As he tongue-fucked me, he fingered my clit. "Oh, my god, Jay!" I cried. "Damn!"
He went back to sucking on my clit. Then he did something I wasn't expecting: he slid the tip of his finger into my asshole. "Ow!" I said.
"Does it really hurt?" he asked. "Or does it just feel different?" He slid his finger further in. "Relax, baby. You'll get used to it."
It did hurt, but it felt good in a strange way. Jay nibbled and sucked my clit as he continued to slide his finger inside my ass. "Oh, shit, I'm going to come!" I said.
Jay didn't answer, just kept doing what he was doing until I felt my orgasm take me over. I cried out without words and grabbed Jay's hair. I probably pulled it, though I wasn't aware whether I did or not. He didn't seem to mind; he didn't miss a beat.
I'd thought he would stop when I came, but he kept licking and sucking me, and he kept finger-fucking my asshole. I got used to it after a minute or so; it was weird having something in that hole, but it was a pleasant weirdness. I didn't know a lot about sex, but I knew enough to know that some people liked having that hole fucked. With Jay's finger inside it, I had to wonder what his cock would feel like, and if I'd ever dare to find out.
Within minutes, I came again. "Holy fuck, Jay! Stop, please!"
He looked up at me and grinned. "Stop? Are you sure?"
