The turning point. Ch 1. A ticket to ride.
It was a hot summer day that turned into a warm summer night. She had picked out a thin white top that showed plenty of her bra top. It was a pretty halter style bralette and with the thin top showed enough of her 18 yr old skin to make him jealous. Coupled with simple short skirt and tall socks she looked flirty enough to earn a 2
nd
glance from many guys that day as she waited for her friends.
Maya, like most girls her age, was strategic in everything when it came to her ex. Even when they dated Greg was given outfits based on how she felt about him at the time. If she was mad at him it might be a turtle neck and tight jeans with a belt. If she wanted to play around or even finally fuck she would wear a short skirt, stockings and a thong for easy access. The sad part was he never did.
That was part of what led to the breakup. He never did. After multiple attempts by her to move things along he never tried. Oh he had a few fumbling attempts at fingering her and a half hearted bj or two. There was never any passion. Any raw overpowering desire or lust. Even now thinking of the chances he wasted she was frustrated.
Maya wasn't naΓ―ve. She didn't expect fireworks or movie romance. She didn't even expect the sex to be any good since it would be both their first times. Still her and Greg had gotten along well for the most part. The break up stung for them both but even just 2 weeks later she knew it was the right choice. He seemed to as well. After all he suggested the fair today with friends right?
He came around the corner with their friends. He looked the same. Kinda cute but nerdy. He didn't put any effort into his look or anything. Still she hadn't seen her friends for a month since school. They collected by the ticket booth and planned out their rides, talked summer plans and chatted about what they had done since school.
On one ride Maya noticed a hot Carney checking her out. He was tan, tatted and with hard muscles showing through his shirt and looked to be about 25. He had certainly noticed her shirt selection and what it carefully showed. She thought about flirting, well she thought about a lot more than that, but she knew with Greg there nothing could happen.
About 15 minutes later she was on the ferris wheel with her friend Misha. She was taking photos on her phone and realized Greg was in the car three behind hers. He wasn't alone and was making out with their mutual friend. It stung a little but she knew she had chosen this.
She excused yourself from the group and was walking between some of the rides when a voice called out "Hey, what are you doing back here alone?"
It was her hot Carney apparently taking a break. She kind of froze unsure what to do when he approached her and began talking. She felt like she was outside her body as they talked about the fair and her friends. She didn't bring up Greg but she did feel herself blushing when he told her how hot she looked in that top...
He said she was the hottest girl at the fair and she didn't believe him but she liked that he said it. She lied and said she was 20 when he asked. She didn't know why she felt she had to lie and didn't think he believed her, but when he stepped up close to her, put his hand behind her neck and her lower back and pulled her in, she knew he didn't care.
The first kiss was short but passionate. She felt more in that one kiss then Greg had made her feel the whole time they dated. She let her arms reach out and felt his hard chest. Her hands ran over his arms has he kissed her again this deeper with a flickering tongue. She wasn't a huge fan of French kisses but he made it a bit better and in that moment she didn't mind