He was almost painfully hard. If the story hadn't done it, the way she'd just sucked her thumb clean would have. He'd teased her before and now wanted to again. If she touched herself, he could and then he'd be okay. He'd have his head on straight. He watched the fire flicker across her face, jealous of the shadows that got to touch her. She was looking at him, waiting for him to speak, but he was mesmerized by her. More teasing it was.
"Are you sure you don't want to touch yourself? I wouldn't even look. Although I'm sure I'll be able to hear."
Please say yes. I can't touch you. But if I do it while you do it as close as we'll get until this is done.
She scoffed. He loved the way that dip at the base of her neck deepened when she did it. She didn't know yet exactly why she was here and he was grateful he'd been the one chosen to greet her. It's like they knew how perfect she was. "You're disgusting." She lied. He caught the curve at the corner of her mouth. The smile she kept hidden. His heart lurched. He wanted to kiss that secret smile. And other places. All the other places.
"Am I?"
She rolled her eyes and resumed her previous position where she was lying sideways on her chair. The dark water moving behind her seemed to want her closer as much as he did. It lapped against the shore eagerly, as if to push her forward. She turned her face up to the sky and he took the time to look at her body again. She was soft and short and stretched out like she was queen of this beach. She was adorable. "You are. I'm not...touching myself in front of you and certainly not out in the open."
"It's called masturbating and is the issue being in the open or being with me?"
She scoffed again and his cock twitched. She was being a brat. He loved it. "Are we not supposed to be talking about regrets? Or do you have none?"
Right. That.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, hoping to ease some of the pressure. In truth, he had many regrets. Some blazed brighter in his mind than others. Flashes of golden days in the woods and late nights with his family were choked by images of the people he'd left behind. He was always running away from something. It took time but he realized he was running away from himself. "I grew up with a whole mess of siblings. My parents wouldn't know what birth control was if it slapped them." She smiled. His heart fluttered and his cock twitched again. How was he expected to stand this? "So, there was a lot of competition for attention growing up. That type of thing makes you do stupid shit when you finally get some."
She turned to him, her eyes wide. He couldn't read her expression. Or maybe he didn't want to. "What? Did you kill someone with kindness?"
"Just about." He wanted to laugh and ease the tension now in the air but a waterfall of blonde curls fell before his mind's eyes. "She was like your birthday girl. She was beautiful and she would've been my first if I hadn't been a jackass."
She sat up straight. "I'm intrigued."
"I bet you are." He leaned forward for the hundredth time, wishing she would come to him. Her feet were planted solidly on the ground. "We were seniors in high school. I was a lettered jock with the pins and bars and jacket and attitude to match. She was a cheerleader. It was cliche. She was special though, smart as a whip and as beautiful as the sun. We'd both turned 18 that summer and it was exciting how 'grown up' we thought we were. Mind you, we were good kids. Hadn't done more than a little heavy petting in the back of my car after winning a game. But I knew she wanted more. She'd ask me to touch her, to let her touch me. I told her that I wasn't going to do anything our parents wouldn't be proud of."
He sighed. The memory was helping his erection calm down a bit, but this was certainly not one of his finest moments. "Come prom night...all the girls were hell bent on loosing their virginities that night. They didn't want to bring their V-Cards to college apparently, but I'd been told time and time again that a girl who wasn't a virgin was ruined. How could I be the one to ruin someone?
"So when she told me she was ready, when she showed me she'd brought condoms...I broke up with her and took her home. I told her I was disappointed in her for giving into peer pressure, said she should save it for marriage. I regurgitated all the bullshit I'd ever been taught during that long drive to her house. Her father thanked me for bringing her home and I went on my way. Mind you I jerked off as soon as I was back in my room. Her body was," he took a deep breath, his cock getting harder again, "she was beautiful. And so sweet."
"So you wish you'd fucked her?"
"I do. She was young and beautiful and hungry for it, y'know?" The way she nodded almost made him laugh. She had to be hungry for it right now. If she was sitting closer... "So yeah, I wish I'd fucked her. She'd been all over me from the minute we left the prom. She'd worn this beautiful silver gown with just enough width in the straps to not get dress coded. She pretended she felt carsick and had me pull over into this little field by an abandoned house. Second she took off her seat belt her tits were out. Her speed was impressive. And they were marvelous. They were usually squished into a sports bra but that night they were free. She had this little freckle on the inside of her left breast. I can't tell you how much I wanted to kiss it. To drink her in. To worship her. In my fantasy I do.
"Instead of worrying about her reputation. Instead of trying to tell her what's good for her and ruining the first damn good thing in my life, I give in. I fall into her face first. She was always wearing this expensive perfume her rich aunt got her every Christmas. It smelled like flowers and fruit and something else. Usually I'd kiss her neck a bit but in this fantasy I go straight for those breasts. I grab one and put my mouth on the other and she'd sigh so sweetly it breaks my heart a little rememberin' all the times I actually made it happen.
"I'd've enjoyed her. Made sure she enjoyed herself. I would have snuck a hand under her dress and teased her. She would've been wet. As a high school boy I would've been hard just smellin' her. I'd kiss up to her neck cause she once said it made her tingle all over and pushed her panties aside so I could dip a finger between her legs. I don't know for certain if she would've shaved for the occasion but I imagine she did. Her friends would've probably gone with her to get waxes, if I really think about it. And she was forward. I like that in a woman, always have. Maybe it started with her. She would have told me to finger her. I would have done it. Truth be told, I would have followed her into Hell. As if she'd ever ask me." He took a drink of his beer. Just a sip. It was still cold despite the fire. Benefit of the beach, he guessed.
She was watching him with those big brown eyes, a doe caught up in the light of his story. He chuckled. There was a lot of bad he'd done with his words but he'd say all the mean things again if it meant he had the skill to make her breathe that hard just listening to him. When she caught him looking her face hardened into a mask of annoyance but he knew it was a mask. He knew her in the way you know not to swat a wasp. It was instinct.
"So she would be moaning and I'd fit a finger, then another, inside of her. I'd probably be halfway to coming in my rented pants in real life but in this world, I hold off without a problem. I'd find her clit and know how to tease it. We'd kiss and it'd be different than we'd ever kissed before. She would be trying to devour me, I bet. She had curls, like yours, only blonde. They were always so soft." He wanted to know if her hair was soft, too. "I'd wrap a hand up in 'em and pull her head away so I could get at her neck again. I'd keep working underneath her dress, three fingers now, just like you." He smiled at her, just to see her squirm. "And my thumb'd be doing the work on her clit. I would hear her breath hitch before she starts begging me not to stop. I'd move away from her to watch her face as she comes for me for the first time. I'd watch her mouth open wide as she tried to take in enough breath and her eyes squeeze shut. She'd go silent, unable to make a sound as she came. I'd slow down just in time, take my thumb away and pull my fingers out nice and slow.
"I drove my brother's mustang to prom and he always had spare napkins so I'd use those to wipe my hands. I'd watch her fall into her seat, still trying to catch her breath but smiling like I'd just shown her the biggest catch of the year. I'd become very aware of my cock now. How it strained against those rented pants of mine. Before I could say a word, though, she'd be on me. She'd have her hands tugging at the button and the zipper and that stupid belt. And with an almost frightening determination she'd plunge her hands in my pants and stroke me over my boxers. Again, in real life, as inexperienced as I was. I'd've probably come just from that. But here, it just felt good to finally be touched by someone else.
