On A Park Bench In Springtime
Kirsten shook her head. "Ha! I'm glad I broke up with him. Seriously, what a waste of meat, that guy..."
She took another sip from her soda, then passed it over to Derek, sitting next to her on the park bench.
The scrawny boy shrugged. "I could have told you THAT. Though I might be biased. Too many dudes like him who shoved my head into toilets back when I was a kid, I suppose..."
Kirsten smirked. Derek was cute, when he was talking all smug like that. Like a ferret puffing out its little furry chest. He was the kind of guy who's technically taller than you, but you think of him as shorter. Older than you, but you think of him as younger. He had a squishy round face, big brown eyes, and hair so fluffy you kinda just wanted to reach out and ruffle it. In other words, he was the exact opposite of Kirsten's type. Which was too bad, because she actually really liked Derek.
Kirsten gave him a little poke. "Is that the setup for your 'Nice guys finish last' - bit, to sweep me off my feet?"
Derek shuddered. "Don't even joke about that. I mean Yes, obviously I have only been hanging out with you for months and listening to you for the express purpose of pestering you for sex, and if you do not oblige me, I shall write a manifesto on the internet, but what exactly was your question again?"
Kirsten gave him another poke, this one hard enough to make him wheeze. But she was grinning from one ear to the next.
She leaned back again with a sigh.
It was a lovely day. Even though it was still early spring, the air was warm and sweet. Birds were singing in the tree branches over their heads. You could hear cars in the distance. But it wasn't enough to disturb the peace, what with the whole campus of their university between the little park and the highway. For a moment, it was as if they were safe in their own little bubble.
Still, Kirsten couldn't let go of that tension.
Another sigh. "You know the worst part? The blowjobs. Urgh. He hardly wanted to do anything else. Everywhere we went, Tobias was like 'Kiiiiirsten... Come oooon... Come oooon, Kirsten, real quick, nobody will seeeee'..."
She playfully tucked at her short skirt, mimicking her ex unbuckling his pants. In Kirsten's humble opinion, her impression of the guy's whiny, douchy voice was on-point. Judging by the little chuckle she got out of Derek, the boy seemed to agree.
She shook her head. "Seriously. Have you ever heard of a woman doing something like that? Not that he ever bothered giving me oral, by the way, let alone 'guerilla-style' like that..."
"Unacceptable!" Derek trumpeted like an angry baby elephant, raising his index finger. "Madame, I let you know, that's not the behaviour of a proper gentleman, a shameful stain on our entire gender, and why, if I was the one called to the task, I would show no qualms nor hesitation! I would not rest, nor waver until it was accomplished. Under hailstorm and rain."
Kirsten burst into laughter. "Oh, kid, you should see yourself... Ever the little opportunist, huh. You know what you make me think of? The joke about the dog who always loses at poker because he's wagging his tail."
Derek blushed all around his wide grin, but he shrugged it off as he was taking another sip. "Just speaking from the heart, my friend."
Kirsten narrowed her eyes.
Maybe it was the residual wrath from her nasty breakup, or because Derek was just the kind of boy she herself might have shoved head-first into a toilet, as a teenager. Maybe it was the sheer smugness oozing out of him, so safe and comfortable he was taking part in gossip about the sexual lives of others, with no risks to his own little person and self-esteem. Maybe it was that she could tell that Derek worshipped her with every fiber of his being, but preferred to not take a chance, like a proper little coward. His fear was not unfounded, of course, because Kirsten would indeed have rejected his advances under a rain of excruciating mockery - but avoiding defeat by not even trying in the first place felt like he was cheating. Like he was depriving her of something that was rightfully hers.
Maybe it was because Kirsten was horny, and wondering what Derek's tongue felt like.
Regardless, this is what she said to him:
"You know what? Why don't you put your mouth where your... mouth is, Big Wheels? Right here, right now? Where ANYONE could walk in on us?"
She relaxed and let her legs spread suggestively.
She fully expected him to retreat, or to brush it off as a joke. After all, that was a sound, face-saving strategy. Especially since Kirsten was still on the fence about this herself and, in fact, still reserved herself the right to laugh Derek out of the park for taking her at her word.
But to her immense surprise, Derek decided to roll the dice, for once. "In all seriousness? If you are up to it, Kirsten, so am I. My body is ready."
He was so utterly earnest. Sitting up straight as if he was in church. His face was changing colors in interesting ways, but he did not lower his eyes this time. Apparently, she didn't know him as well as she thought she did.
Now the ball was in her court again.
She decided to double down. Time to see if the shrimp would actually go all the way.
"Alright!" Kirsten sang. "Down on your knees, Mister. Let's fucking go!"
The boy gulped, and his eyes widened, but with shaky legs, he did as he was told. The gravel made little crunchy noises as he settled down.
Seeing how nervous Derek was helped a little. Despite her own bravado, she felt less like a femme fatale and more like a little girl who had possibly bit off more than she could chew. But there was also a flutter of excitement. Her mouth was watering.
Derek looked up to her with his big round eyes, and that pulled at her heart. That complete vulnerability, from a guy who always liked to hide behind his silly jokes and theatrical rants. Hiding badly, but still!
Kirsten shoved her own anxieties aside. It was up to her to be the big girl, then. He had deferred to her, she was his captain now, and she decided that she would not let him down.
As she pulled off her panties with an angry grunt, there was a mandatory pang of shame over the way her butt and thighs - way too squishy, in her opinion - spread out on the bench. No matter! Big girls don't belly-ache over that sort of thing. Big girls put on their big girl pants. Or in this case, take them off.
Too much for her to chew? Ha! She could chew a LOT.
The look in Derek's eyes pushed a chuckle out of her. You could see his pupils widen, like twin mouths opening up to swallow the sight in front of him. His jaw dropped a little, an expression of helpless awe so stupid she could have snorted him like cocaine.
"Come on, then," Kirsten said, spreading her legs further.
She pulled up her skirt, inevitably thinking of her entirely unshaved pussy as a grizzly bear emerging from its cave. At the beginning of her previous relationship, she had shaved down there on a regular basis, but as the relationship had deteriorated, so had her willingness to jump through that sort of hoop.
Kirsten snorted defiantly. "Too hairy for you to handle, mister?"
"Mesmerized," Derek protested.
She believed him. This was a boy who had once told her that her blonde locks looked like the sparkling mane of a giant lion who had swallowed the sun. Ironically, of course. Of course...
Derek gingerly put a hand on her thigh. Such a gentle touch. Kirsten had to repress a gasp.
"Well, what are you waiting for, then?" Kirsten snapped.
"Your word, Madame," the boy solemnly said.
"Then do it now, or get out of my sight, you worm."
The boy immediately adjusted his posture, as if her voice had reached straight into his spine, and he plunged his head in between her legs.
His warm face felt so nice, brushing against her thighs...
