"Hey, do your parents know where you are?"
I slowly opened my eyes, and took a second to remember where I was. Naked in bed beside Jay. What a nice way to wake up! I smiled at him. "How long were we sleeping?"
"A couple hours." He pulled me against him and gave me a kiss. "I must have worn you out. You weren't tired when I picked you up."
"You didn't pick me up. We ran into each other at the diner."
"Same difference. So did you have fun before our nap?"
I remembered the toy Jay had used on me. It was only the second time I'd been with him; only the second time I'd been with anyone, actually. I'd given Jay my virginity a couple weeks earlier. Apparently he'd decided he was going to teach me everything he knew about sex, which seemed considerable. Including the use of sex toys. I knew nothing about sex; at eighteen, I hadn't even French kissed a guy until Jay. I had a lot to learn.
"Do you have to think about it?" Jay teased.
"I was just enjoying the memory," I replied. "It was fun. Different, but fun."
"Different?"
"Well, I've never had a piece of plastic in my pussy before."
"So which did you like better, the piece of plastic or my cock?"
I reached down and stroked his hard dick with one finger. "I like this much better."
"Want to feel it again?"
"Hell, yeah." Just lying beside him knowing we were both naked made me wet.
"Then get your ass over to my phone and call your parents. They probably have no idea where you are, right?"
"Right. We got into an argument and I took off."
"Which means you're probably going to be in big trouble when you get home. If you call them now, you might be in less trouble. I don't want you getting in trouble on my account. It would be hard to see you if you weren't allowed out of the house."
"I'm eighteen. They can't ground me. If they try, I won't listen."
"Take my advice, Sam. Stay on good terms with your parents. It'll make things easier. Besides, I'm not fucking you again till you call them."
"You drive a hard bargain."
I got out of bed and picked up Jay's cell phone from the nightstand. My father answered the phone on the first ring. "Hello?"
"Hi, Dad," I said.
"Samantha St. Pierre, where have you been? Your mother and I have been worried sick!"
"Sorry. I met a friend of mine and I've been hanging out with them. We're at my friend's place. I got tired and fell asleep, or I would have called sooner."
I wasn't about to tell him who the friend was. Until their junior year of high school, Jay had been my brother Randy's best friend. A fight over a girl had ended the friendship and had caused my brother and parents to decide Jay was someone to avoid. Not me. I'd had a crush on Jay since I was a kid, and as far as I was concerned, Randy's fight with him was just plain stupid.
Naturally Dad wasn't satisfied with what I'd said. "Who's the friend?"
"Someone from work." Not a total lie. The first time I'd seen Jay in years was a few weeks before, when he'd walked into the convenience store where I worked. He'd saved me from being robbed. "And I'm still going to the library, so I won't be home till later."
"We don't like not knowing where you are, Samantha."
"I understand that. But I'm eighteen, Dad. That's what that whole thing was about this morning, isn't it? I'm eighteen, and you have to let me be an adult sometimes. I should have some freedom."
"We'll talk about it when you get home. I guess since you're already out, you're going to do what you want anyway."
"Already out? That makes it sound like home is a prison."
Jay snorted, and I held back my laughter. "It's far from a prison," Dad said. "You have plenty of freedom."
"I have less freedom than some twelve-year-olds I've known. But as you say, we can talk about it when I get home. I love you."
"I love you too."
I hung up the phone and jumped onto the bed. "There, happy?" I asked Jay.
"Very." He lightly bit my nipple. "I'm as horny as you are, you know. I wanted to fuck you again."
"So you probably would have fucked me even if I hadn't made the call."
"Nope. When I say something, I stick to it. You need to learn that about me." Jay slipped his hand between my legs. "Damn, you're wet! I should have fingered you while you were on the phone. That would have made things really interesting."
"I wouldn't have been able to talk," I said.
"Maybe, maybe not. It might have been fun to see if you could keep yourself together while I did this." He pressed a finger against my clit. "Or this." He pushed two fingers into my pussy. "What do you think, should we try that sometime?"
"Maybe." I gasped as he thrust his fingers in and out. "But not when I'm on the phone with my dad. Oh, god, Jay, that feels good!"
"You like being fucked, don't you. You like feeling my fingers in your cunt, and you like feeling my cock."
"Yes!"
"What do you want me to do, baby? Tell me. Should I keep finger fucking you? Should I eat your cunt? Should I just turn you over and pound your pussy with my cock?"
"Eat me," I begged. "Please, eat me!"
"And what do I get out of it?"
"The pleasure of making me come?"
He laughed. "That is a pleasure. You come easier than almost any woman I've been with. But I was thinking of something a little more equal. How about you suck my dick while I go down on you?"
"I think I like that idea."
"Good. Then open wide."
He positioned himself over me and slid his cock between my lips. At the same time, he sucked my clit into his mouth. We licked and sucked each other until my orgasm forced me to stop so I wouldn't bite him. Jay rolled away from me. "Liked that, did you?"
"God, yes! But you didn't come."
