To her credit, Michael thought, Lynn wasn't yelling or being spiteful in any way. She simply stated her facts to Paul and waited for an answer.
The silence was deafening. Lynn dropped her head and started shaking it side to side.
"Paul, I'm not your girl. You don't love me," she said.
"That's not true," Paul started, but Lynn put her hand up in an effort to stop his explanation.
"Paul, the truth is, if I was your girl, you wouldn't have been with that other woman. And if I felt like you were mine, I probably wouldn't be out here with Michael either," she reasoned.
Paul was trying to absorb what was being said, but the alcohol impaired him from being in any state to have an intelligent conversation. He shook his head trying to clear his mind. His confused look told Lynn there was no way to talk to him until he was sober. She looked over at Michael and motioned for him to pick up the blanket. They began walking towards the vehicles.
Lynn guided Paul to the passenger's side of his truck.
"Oh fuck, Lynn. I can walk," he huffed.
"Fine, but you can't drive," she reasoned. "Michael, I'm going to drive Paul to his house. Can you come and pick me up?"
"You're leaving MY house to go with someone like HIM?" laughed Paul. "HE will never satisfy you, baby. Not like I can."
Lynn mouthed 'thank you' in Michael's direction, as she climbed into Paul's truck. She pulled out of the park with Michael behind her. Michael could see Paul had scooted over next to Lynn in the cab of the truck, and he was all over her. Lynn was trying to push him off so she could drive, but he wouldn't leave her alone. At one point, Paul's head disappeared and Michael thought Lynn threw her head back a little bit. Michael wondered if Paul would cause a scene when Lynn tried to leave.
They pulled into Paul's driveway. Lynn got out, with Paul still hanging onto her. Michael got out and tried to help Paul get his legs under him.
But Paul kept his hands and his lips on Lynn's body The top buttons on her dress had been opened, and her nipples were erect. Paul leaned down, pulled her right breast out and started sucking like mad. Lynn tried to stop a moan from escaping from her throat, but it was heard by all three of them. Paul pulled at her dress, and his hand disappeared underneath.
"God, baby, I need that pussy," Paul growled. "Gimme that pussy."
Lynn hushed him, but it was obvious she was turned on. Her brain told her she didn't love Paul anymore. But her body still reacted to him. She didn't want to hurt Michael. She wanted a relationship with Michael and didn't want to ruin it. She looked his direction and to her surprise, Michael was rubbing his hard cock through his jeans, watching Paul's hands on Lynn's body. He looked up and locked eyes with Lynn. He didn't even try to hide it. He just smiled at her. Lynn smiled back and chuckled to herself, both of them knowing they shared a very special secret. Michael shrugged and kept watching them.
"Okay, okay," Lynn smacked Paul's hand away. "You're going in the house, Paul, and I'm putting the keys up where you can't find them. I'll leave a note reminding you to call me in the morning when you sober up." She pulled Paul to the house and pushed him in the door. She ran back out to Michael.
"I'm going to get him settled and hide his keys. Will you wait for me?" she asked.
"Of course I will. Yell at me if he is too hard for you to handle," he said. Lynn reached up and kissed his cheek.
"I love you. Thanks," she said, and turned and ran back into Paul's house.
Michael leaned back on the hood of the car, stunned and he touched his cheek. Did she just say she loved me, he thought to himself. He knew how he felt about her, but having her say that and kiss him was so...normal; so right. He thought how odd it was that he had never had a girlfriend before, but found himself totally and completely wrapped up in her from the start. Is this how it is with every "first love"? Or could this be the real thing? He couldn't imagine being in love with anyone more than he was with Lynn. She was the whole package. Could he really be that lucky? He hoped that they would have time to go back to the park and talk some more. He was never a big talker, but he could talk to Lynn about anything. He loved being with her. He loved talking to her.
Paul is a fool, he thought. How could a man let a girl like that go? But Michael grinned and thought 'that girl loves ME.' She didn't love Paul anymore. As she said, Paul didn't really even know that they were over.
He hoped that the break up between the two would be easy. Paul might put up a fight when he's drunk, but when he's sober, surely he will agree that the two needed to go their separate ways. Michael wanted her for his own, even though watching her with Paul was wildly hot. He knew his thoughts and feelings were weird, and he was so thankful that Lynn tried to understand and didn't think he was a freak.
Michael glanced down at his watch and wondered if Paul was giving Lynn any trouble. He thought about walking into the house to see if everything was okay. But he also knew that Lynn would yell for him if there was a problem. Minutes ticked by and he decided to check on Lynn. As he started to walk to the house, Lynn came out and closed the back door.
"Well, I think he's down for a while," she sighed. "At least if he wakes up, he can't drive anywhere. His keys are hidden." She smiled. "Thanks for waiting on me."
"No problem! Let's get out of here," he said.
"I'm with you!" she agreed.
Michael turned back out toward the park and looked at Lynn for approval.
She smiled and nodded, sliding over and resting her hand on his thigh. He put his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.
They parked, got the blanket and went back to where they were before Paul interrupted their evening. This time, however, their arms were wrapped around each other and they immediately laid on the blanket, kissing urgently. Michael's hands roamed Lynn's body. He couldn't get enough. He wanted to touch every part of her. Lynn gave herself to him. She knew he had never had sex before, and she wanted him to have whatever he desired. Michael peeled the dress off of her. She was naked in front of him. He drunk in the sight of her. This woman was giving herself to him. This woman loved him.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, "and I love you."
She smiled, "I love you, too, Michael. What do you want?"
She reached over to undo his belt and open his jeans. She saw the evidence that he had cum earlier in the evening. She giggled and reach in to pull his cock out.
She rubbed it slowly at first. Then she looked him in the eye, as she opened her mouth and moved down on him. He saw and felt her lips wrap around his shaft and felt the head of his cock rest on her tongue.
"Fuck!" he thought. He couldn't take his eye off of her sucking him. He felt another load building, and even if he had already cum once, he knew he would shoot another good amount of sperm on this round too. He had never had another girl suck him, but he knew they couldn't all be this good. And she looked like she loved it! So many of his friends had said their girlfriends only did it because they felt they had to. But Lynn didn't seem that way. Her mouth was making love to his cock. If he didn't want her so damn bad, he'd shoot his load right there in her mouth. Her pace was getting faster and she was sucking harder. He heard her wet mouth sucking and slurping at him. His hips thrusted involuntarily at her mouth. God, it felt so good! He felt his balls start to tighten and he knew he was close. He pushed her away.
"Oh, god, Lynn, stop!" he panted.
Lynn smiled.
"So you liked that?' she asked.
"God, yes," he whispered, pulling her face up to his and kissing her hard. His hand went between her legs, but she grabbed it.
"Wait," she said. Michael pulled back, confused.
"Michael, we've talked so much about your...fantasies," she said.
"Lynn, I don't want to talk about that right now. I want...I want to be inside you." It was more of a question than a request.
"I know. And I want that too. But if Paul and I are broke up, I want you to realize that those things that we've talked about might not be able to happen in the future. I mean, I guess what I want to know is if you can be satisfied with just me," she said.
Michael took her face in his hands.
"Baby, you are everything I ever dreamed of. If we never get a chance to experiment with those things, that's okay. You are enough. You are more than enough," he swore to her.
"And right now, you've got me so hard. I've never been ready for this before, but I am now."
"Since I don't know if I'll be able to give you what you want in the future, I decided to give it to you now," she said.
"What are you talking about?" Michael was clearly confused.
Lynn nervously looked down at the blanket they were sitting on.
