by S J Abbott
Aaron knew exactly what she was talking about but knew he couldn’t admit it. It was a question that she’d asked more than once in the last year. A question he’d always been able to skillfully avoid by coming up with an excuse, or just covering her mouth with his own so that talking became impossible. He was quickly running out of excuses, and he couldn’t exactly suck her tongue into his mouth while he was driving…so he began caressing her clit through her panties instead. “What question was that?”
Bella’s head fell against the seat as she clamped his hand between her thighs, her breathing heavy as he toyed with her as best he could with his now limited movement.
“The one about us being together. You know…long term,” she said, barely able to speak as her clit throbbed against his fingers and soaked her panties.
Barely in control of himself, he managed to take the next exit off the freeway. He slammed his foot to the clutch as they coasted into the darkest edge of the rest stop parking lot. He didn’t even bother turning off the engine, just yanked up the emergency brake before pulling Bella onto his lap.
Straddling him, she moaned as his dick strained against the zipper of his jeans and made gloriously painful contact with her now worthless panties. Twin jolts of pleasure raced through their bodies.
Relief washed over him as his frantic fingers found the button to lower the seat and his back began to recline. Aaron knew she was so close to orgasm that if he touched her, she’d tip over the edge. He knew she liked to ride it out, torture herself a bit. Withholding pleasure excited her. So when she got to her knees and took her time undoing his pants, before freeing his cock and taking it in her mouth, he knew it was just as much for her as it was for him.
It was fantasy come true as he watched her bright red lips close around the hard, slightly purple head of his dick just like he’d imagined while they’d been talking earlier in the day. Aaron moaned as she sucked and licked his length until she couldn’t take it anymore. He was grateful when she let him pop from her mouth and she climbed back up to his waist, pulling a condom from the center console. After having him open it she rolled it deftly down his shaft. She didn’t even bother to remove her panties, just pulled them to the side and moved into position, his tip brushing against her soft opening.
“Answer me Aaron,” as said as she locked eyes with him and finally slid her tight pussy onto his cock.
This encounter had started as one where he thought she’d needed to be in control but had quickly deteriorated into dangerous territory. Aaron couldn’t answer her when she was riding him, her amazing tits bouncing in his face. He pulled her dress to the side and sucked her right nipple into his mouth as he grabbed her hips and took control of the situation.
Bella’s head fell back, eyes closed. She let out a gritty sigh as he brought his thumb to her clit and rocked her on his shaft, fast and deep. She came hard as her pussy clenched in orgasm while his cock exploded inside her. The feel of the aftershocks running through her channel, threatened to get him hard all over again.
But then she said it again. “Answer me Aaron.”
Aaron let out a breath of frustration before pushing the button that would straighten the seat. She took the hint and climbed off his lap, pulling her now destroyed panties off as she went, and settling herself back into her seat. Aaron removed the condom, tied it shut, and tossed it out the window, before tucking himself back into his pants, and throwing the car in reverse without a word.
Once they were back on the road, Aaron realized they were only a mile from their original exit. Speeding down the ramp and swinging into the slower moving traffic, Aaron wound his way through the little town. He knew the house; it was right off campus. He’d attended many of their parties in the past.
He pulled up to the curb a few houses down and parked the car. They sat in silence for a minute before she finally spoke. “This is all I am to you, isn’t it?”
He let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, turned and lifted her chin so she’d look at him. “You know I care about you…but this was never supposed to go any further. We’re not right for each other. And I think deep down you know that. You’re just scared right now.” A tear ran down her cheek and he brushed it away with his thumb. “I’m not abandoning you. We’ll figure something out. I’m not going anywhere.” He let his hand fall from her chin.
Bella blinked hard a few times. He knew she was trying not to let her tears ruin her makeup. Once she’d pulled herself together, she grabbed his hand and held it. “I know. I know you’re right.”
Aaron squeezed her hand back. “Let’s go get a drink.”
Julie could see Shannon returning with two plastic cups that were so full liquid sloshed over the edges as the crowd jostled her. Arriving at Julie’s side, Shannon thrust one into her waiting hand. She immediately brought it to her lips and let the sting of the alcohol wash over her tongue.
“What am I drinking?”
“Vodka.”
“What else is in it?”
“Cherry Goose and Sprite.”
Julie nodded and brought the cup to her lips once again. Her throat was on fire and her chest was warm by the time she’d swallowed half the cup. But she’d made up her mind she was going to let loose and have fun. Even if it meant drinking a disgusting concoction that tasted like gasoline and cough syrup.
“Come on. You said you’d lighten up, so lighten up.”
Julie’s throat burned as another swallow from her cup passed her lips. “I’m drinking, aren’t I?” she answered, wiggling the cup in Shannon’s face.
“Yeah, you are.” Shannon smiled. “Now let’s dance.” Before Julie could protest, Shannon took her arm and dragged her through the crowd and out onto the patio.
Music surrounded them. It made Julie’s heart thump against her warming chest. Her fingers tingled, and without giving it too much thought she began to move her body. The drink was doing the trick. She swayed and moved with the beat.
Shannon and Julie began touching each other and moving their bodies together, knowing people were starting to stare. The girls didn’t care. Suddenly the music changed, an older song came on, one with a lot more bass. The vibrations assaulted Julie’s chest and moved through her body, pulsing heavily in her lower abdomen. Shannon got closer as they continued to dance, touching each other more.
Low whistles and high-pitched catcalls rattled Julie from her daze. She’d completely let her mind detach, let her body take over. They were surrounded by jocks eye-fucking them both, being complete pigs.
Catching Shannon’s attention, Julie tipped her eyebrows at her and gestured to the crowd surrounding them. Shannon smiled and laughed, as understanding hit her. She licked her lips and pulled Julie in close. They stopped dancing. Julie leaned in closer. So close she could taste her friend’s lip gloss when she ran her tongue over her own top lip.
Julie breathed heavily as Shannon tightened her grip on her waist. The noise around them settled to a dull hush, as the anticipation of their lips touching put an obvious strain on the pants of the pig-headed jocks watching. Then, as Julie began to close the small space between them—make it look like they were actually kissing—Shannon pushed away from her and burst out laughing. Amidst the cries of disappointment from their male admirers, the girls stopped their teasing and went back to dancing. .
Julie hated to admit it, even to herself, but she was enjoying herself. It was fun to have guys gawking a little bit. It was fun getting dressed up. Having the effort be appreciated was the cherry on top. Julie was in her own world, caught up in the music as she danced, not even caring that Shannon had drifted away from her—something cute having grabbed her attention. Julie spotted her at the center of a new crowd and decided to head inside to the bar for a refill.
Finding her way back into the house wasn’t difficult but getting to the bar proved to be. The party had grown since they’d been inside. There was no way to walk through without being pressed between the throng of bodies.
“Can I get you another drink?”
She almost didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t need to. He sounded super sexy. So sexy that her own little devil and angel had already popped into her head and were going at it. The devil arguing that she should keep her eyes shut and the angel telling her she shouldn’t. Julie was very confused because the logical part of her, the part that didn’t hear tiny little cartoon characters argue in her head, told her that it should be the opposite. She figured she’d better just go with the confidence that the alcohol had given her earlier and opened her eyes.
He was beautiful; tall, dark and more than handsome. Handsome was a word her grandma would use. He was chiseled and in all the right places, with bright brown eyes and one single dimple. Julie melted a little as she handed him her cup. “Sure. Thanks.”
Aaron got four drinks from the bar as soon as he’d gotten through the door, two for him and two for Bella. They each had a beer for sipping, but they both promptly upended their shots as soon as he made his way back to her. They had a pattern at these things: they’d drink, mingle, dance, flirt, and maybe even take things a little too far with other people…but they’d always leave together. One would find the other as things were winding down, and they’d head to his place or hers—most often his—in a cab. It was a system that had served them well.
Bella handed him her beer. “How do I look?” she asked as she shook out her hair, and smoothed her dress, making sure everything was covered but just barely.
“Fuckable,” he told her with a smile. “But I already proved that, I believe.”
She plastered a hand to her hip and grabbed her drink back from him with the other. “I swear, sometimes you are such an asshole.”
Aaron was thoroughly confused. “How am I an asshole? I said you looked fuckable. Isn’t that what you were going for? Because if not, I think you underestimated that dress.”
She made a puny fist and punch him in the arm. “Yes. That’s what I was going for. It was the other part that makes you an ass.”
She was unbelievable. For someone like him, whose work demanded that he know a lot about women, he was confused way too often. Aaron grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him. “So let me get this straight…I’m an asshole, not because I said you were fuckable, but because I fucked you so well that you’re bare-assed at a party because your soaking wet panties are wadded up in my glovebox.”
She could try to deny it all she wanted but he knew, could tell, by the way her breathing hitched that she was wishing she were still wearing those panties. “Fuck you, Aaron.”
“Promise?” He smirked at her as she twisted her wrist from his grasp.
She turned and he watched her tight ass as she walked away from him, wondering why someone so wrong for him had to be wrapped in such an alluring package. She was smart and witty. She had high tits, a great butt, and sucked cock better than anyone he’d ever met…yet he couldn’t stand to listen to her speak for more than twenty minutes. He found that out the hard way when they tried to do “couple” things a few times.
Dinner ended up in a screaming match before their food even arrived. Both times they tried going to the movies ended up with her giving him a hand job while he finger-fucked her over the armrest. They couldn’t be around each other and get along unless sex was involved. Which was why the more she asked him to take things to the next level, the more he had to evade her questioning and distance himself. Maybe he should let her go home with someone else tonight. Maybe they both should. It would allow them to get a glimpse of what the future held.
A burst of much cooler air hit his face, and he realized he’d made his way to an outdoor patio as he mused about Bella. The air felt nice, and there seemed to be something of interest going on because almost everyone had formed a circle and were hooting and hollering. He was more interested in the fact that he spotted another bar outside and the path to it was wide open, so he set his course and slammed his beer.
The bar wasn’t really a bar, just a table full of booze with a keg next to it. Aaron poured himself a shot of tequila and tipped it back before pouring another. After refilling his beer, he slammed his third shot of the night and found an empty chair on the dark edge of the pool.
From his new level he could see into the sea of people and realized that there were two girls dancing in the center of the circle. The girls seemed to be teasing each other but that was all it was, a tease. Neither of them had any intention of going any further than they already had. They both looked too reserved to actually go through with anything.
Sometimes the ways his life had changed in the last four years really hit him. This was one of those moments. He could remember his first day of college like it was yesterday. It was the day he’d met Seth and Gideon. Gideon had been assigned his roommate. The two of them met Seth when they’d overheard some douche bags giving him a hard time. He was trying to find the lecture hall to sign up for classes. Aaron invited Seth to walk with them. And that was it, they became fast friends.
Aaron shook his head. That first year was a blast; finding their own personal freedoms and then, in true freshmen fashion, abusing them. They’d all gotten along so well they’d decided to move off campus together during sophomore year. They found a three-bedroom house in a crappy part of town where the rent was cheap. Seth and Aaron had to work because, unlike Gideon, their parents didn’t send them an allowance. They were on our own. While living off campus had seemed like a great idea, they both found themselves working more and studying less. Aaron’s grades started to slip.
“Aaron?”
A soft voice roused him from his musings. He looked up at Bella. “Hey. Sorry…you ready to go?”
She laughed. “Hell no. I just saw you sitting here and wanted to make sure you hadn’t passed out.”
She sat on his lap and swirled her hips, so her ass grazed his zipper. “No passing out. Don’t drink too much. I have plans for you later.” She flicked her hips one more time before standing up and walking away.
Aaron shook his head, unsure if he was excited or disappointed by her words. He shouldn’t have been surprised, though. That was Bella. She was sex on a stick, and he couldn’t get enough of her in bed. But once the bedroom door opened, he wanted nothing more than to tape her mouth shut. Keeping this arrangement going, or pretending they had a relationship may make her feel more secure as her life began to change, but it wouldn’t be fair to her. She needed the opportunity to meet someone new, someone who would appreciate her.
With Bella out of sight, Aaron turned his attention back to the two girls he’d been watching. But their little show was over, and they’d each moved on to other partners. The darker haired girl almost looked like Bella from the back but with subtle differences: her hair was a shade lighter, her heels a few inches shorter, and her skirt a few inches longer. Aaron suddenly needed to see her face. He got out of his chair and started to navigate through the crowd. It took a while. Their evocative dance had certainly lit a fire under most of the guests, and people were clinging to each other, hot body against hot body.
He got to the place where she’d been, but she was gone. He searched the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. There were just too many people, and long creamy brown hair didn’t exactly stand out in a crowd. Pissed off and confused by his own reaction, he found his way to back to the makeshift bar and poured two more shots, downing them both before grabbing another beer and attempting to get back to his chair.
Everything was suddenly fuzzy, and waves of heat randomly washed over him as he pushed and elbowed his way through the crowd. He told himself he needed to stop drinking. He’d sit for a few minutes and collect hi
mself before finding Bella and letting her know he was leaving.
Aaron broke out of the throng, gasping. He bent over with his hands on his knees, spilling what little was left in his cup and letting it fall to the ground. It made a hollow sound as it bounced once and made a small pathetic splat when it fell into the pool. He heaved, and sucked in as slowly as he could, trying to settle his stomach. He’d lost track of how much Tequila he’d drank. Shots were not his strong suit. He should have known better. His head was spinning, so he focused on the edge of his cup now bobbing in the pool along with many similar fellows.
A burst of laughter cut through his concentration. He knew that laugh, though he had tried to forget it. Aaron pushed his hands against his knees and stood tall. He looked to his right; the direction he thought the sweet sound had come from and became a hollow man.
There she was. Leaning forward in the chair that he’d vacated in a fruitless attempt to see her face. A man stood before her. He had broad shoulders and his neck was red. The color was either a mark of embarrassment or spending a lot of time in the sun. Either way it made rage course through Aaron, making his chest burn and his arms tingle. He still couldn’t see her face. But he didn’t need to. He knew exactly who she was. He then realized he’d known who she was since the moment he’d had the desire to see her face.
Julie.
Three
Aaron’s chest started to ache and his lungs screamed to release the breath they’d been holding. Though when he did, relief eluded him. His mind was racing with the hows and whys. He never thought he’d ever see her again.
But there she was.
The alcohol haze that clouded his brain started to drift as he leaned against the wall and watched, waiting for a glimpse of her face.
The man she was talking to, held her attention. It took a long while for her to look up and when she did, Aaron hid. He was ashamed of himself for acting like a pussy, but he couldn’t take the chance of her seeing him and not remembering him.
