by Iona Rose
I feel sparks fly between us as his lips touch mine. It’s a short kiss, much shorter than I would have liked it to be, but I remind myself we’re in a public place.
Matt pulls back and smiles at me.
Fucking hell, he’s hot. “Yeah. That’s much better,” I say in a husky voice.
He puts his hand on my thigh and I bite my lip as it moves higher. I pick up my wine glass, needing to do something with my hands as Matt’s hand finds my panties. He rubs his fingers over the lace, pressing it against me and making me suck in a sharp breath.
He pushes my panties to one side and rubs his thumb over my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I take a gulp of the wine and set it back down. My hands move to the edge of the table, gripping it so hard my knuckles go white as I fight to remain in control and to not make a noise. I bite my lip as Matt increases the pressure on my clit, pushing me closer to the edge.
He leans closer to me again and whispers in my ear, “How’s this for something to think about?” he teases me.
“Mmhmm,” I say, not trusting myself to formulate actual words.
He keeps working my clit, and I feel my climax rushing through me, spreading fire through my body. It’s so hard to not react, to not scream out loud, move or even change my expression, but I manage it. As waves of pleasure rush through me, I sit still, my eyes fixed on a spot ahead of me.
I swallow hard as my climax slams through my body. My grip on the edge of the table becomes tighter. A rush of warmth leaves my pussy, soaking into my panties. I close my eyes for a moment and the restaurant is gone as fire explodes through my stomach. I force my eyes open again, not daring to forget my surroundings for even a second longer.
Matt pulls his fingers away as my orgasm starts to fade, leaving behind a tingly, sated feeling that leaves me breathless and feeling alive. I shake my head at Matt as he grins at me. “I can’t believe you did that,” I scold playfully.
“Really? Because I didn’t hear you complaining.”
I laugh, a soft laugh that comes out as more of a rush of air than an actual laugh. “Oh, I’m not complaining that you did it. I’m complaining that you stopped.”
His eyes open wider for a moment and then he turns away from me. “Waiter? Can we get the bill please?” he shouts.
I smile to myself, covering my mouth with my hand to hide it. Matt isn’t the only one who is full of surprises. Oh, no. Two can play that game.
The bill comes and Matt ignores my insistence on paying half of it. I know I’ve just told him I’m not exactly rolling in it, but I also told him I like to pay my own way. We’re still talking about it as we head towards the door.
“I really don’t expect you to pay for all of this,” I say.
“I know,” he replies. “But here’s the thing. I have a plan.”
I raise my eyebrow. “And what’s that?”
“Well, I know now you have a thing about not relying on anyone else. So that means the next date is on you. Which means there has to be one.” He grins.
I finally relax and smile up at him, feeling my cheeks flushing. He wants a second date.
Matt nods to the doormen as we leave the restaurant.
I start to head in the direction of the station but Matt catches my arm. “No train tonight.”
Before I can ask why, a sleek yellow Porsche pulls to a stop by the curb. The valet from the restaurant gets out and holds the door open. Matt steps towards the car.
“This is yours?” I ask suspiciously.
“No.” He laughs. “My brother’s. He lent it to me when I told him I was trying to impress a girl.” He holds the door open for me.
I smile at him as I get in. The seats in the car are low and I’m careful not to flash my panties as I slip into the seat. I watch Matt walk around the front of the car, admiring his ass in his jeans.
He thanks the valet and gets into the car.
“So…” I grin at him. “Your brother. Is he single?”
“Oh, you are so going to pay for that.” Matt laughs as he pulls away from the curb. The engine is smooth and ultra quiet. “At least I can tell him the car worked. Even if not in the way I wanted it to.”
He’s heading in the direction of my dorm room, but I am definitely not ready for him to drop me off. I am tipsy and loving it, and I’m loving Matt’s company. I quickly realize that I drank all of the wine but half a glass with dinner. “Oh, come on Matt. You had me the moment you touched me in the restaurant,” I say, looking at him sideways. I run my tongue suggestively over my lips. “The car is a nice touch though. It means we have somewhere to elaborate on that.”
Matt groans longingly and turns quickly, heading away from my dorm and I smile to myself. I don’t know where we’re heading and I don’t much care. All I know is he’s not taking me home yet.
Chapter Thirteen
Matt
Yet again, I’ve had to lie to Callie and I hate myself for it. We’re having a fantastic night, made all the better by her not so subtle hint that she wants to end the night on a high note, and for me at least, it’s marred by my lies.
But I can hardly tell her this car is mine. I can hardly tell her how I know the owner of The Herb Garden. I did tell her some truths though. I really do love good food, and I really did get that from my mom. That has to be more important, right? It’s certainly more real. The rest is just material stuff, window dressing. I showed Callie a real part of who I am tonight. I hope it’s enough.
I pull my car into a deserted parking lot beside a closed shopping center. I turn to Callie. I don’t have time to speak before she’s unclicked her seat belt and leaned across to fit her lips perfectly over mine.
I reach up and touch her face, running my fingers over her porcelain smooth skin. Callie runs her hand down my chest as she kisses me. She tastes of wine and chocolate, sweet like her. And I know nothing else matters but the way I feel about her in this moment. This is real. More real than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
I run my hands over Callie’s body and pull her closer to me. She breaks our kiss and I take the opportunity to remove my own seat belt. She isn’t gone from me for long. She clambers across the central console and sits on my lap straddling me. Her lips are back on mine in seconds. I put my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. I slip my hands beneath her dress and run them up her back and down her sides. She slips her tongue into my mouth and pushes her hands into my hair, grinding her hips against my lap.
My cock is as hard as iron, ready for this. I know Callie can feel it against her pussy as she rocks back and forth on me. Each movement makes my cock throb and I know I can’t wait much longer before I am inside of her.
I reach down and open my jeans, still kissing Callie as I go. I pull my fly open and lift my ass enough to push my jeans and boxers down.
“Fuck me Matt,” Callie says against my lips in a breathless voice.
I push her panties to one side and push my cock inside of her warm, wet pussy. She forces herself down onto my lap, taking my length, impaling herself on my cock as I claim her pussy. I moan as I feel her tight sheath gripping me, pulling me inside of her, deeper and deeper.
She begins to move up and down, her hands pressed on my shoulders, her head thrown back. I match her thrusts, slamming into her, enjoying how fucking tight she is. She clenches her muscles, making her pussy even tighter and my breath catches in my throat.
I reach up and push the straps off her shoulders, exposing her pert breasts. Her nipples are hard, pointing at me. I knead her breasts and then I rub my thumbs over her hard nipples, watching them flatten and then spring back to erect. I squeeze them between my fingers, rolling them and tugging on them. Callie moans as I play with them, her breath becoming a fast pant as she moves on me. I can feel how slippery and wet she is and it’s hard for me to hold myself back. I can feel my orgasm building and I know it won’t be much longer before I explode.
I reach down and push my thumb between Callie’s lips, f
inding her clit. I rub my thumb over it, feeling how swollen it is, how close she is to coming. I massage it roughly, hard and fast, pushing her over the edge. I feel her pussy clenching around my cock, pinning me in place for a moment. My own climax is almost upon me now, and with one final hard thrust, I come with Callie.
Her pussy is going wild, clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, as I spurt into her, my cock twitching erratically as the heat of my coming slams through my body. I am being pressed back in the seat with the intensity of my climax and I can feel my face twisting as the pleasure floods me. I moan Callie’s name as I spurt inside of her again, her clenching pussy milking me, pulling every last drop of cum from my cock.
My climax begins to fade as Callie calls out my name. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her as her body stiffens and her pussy clenches once more. She collapses forwards as her orgasm fades, leaning against me, her head laid on my shoulder. I hold her tightly as we pant in unison, fighting to get our breaths back.
When we get ourselves under control, Callie lifts her head from my shoulder and smiles at me. She kisses me softly on the lips and then she moves back into her own seat.
I instantly miss her warming presence on my lap and I know I never want to let this girl go. Reluctantly, I lift my ass from the seat again to pull my boxers and jeans back into place. “So… you still want my brother’s number?” I ask her as I fasten my jeans up.
“Nah. I’ll pass.” She grins at me. “The car is used goods now.”
Chapter Fourteen
Callie
I smile to myself as I leave my dorm room to meet Matt. I texted him this morning to see if he was ready for date two. He was. I wouldn’t tell him what I had planned. I told him it was a surprise. I’m a little nervous now if I’m honest. The date isn’t exactly anything fancy and I hope he’s not expecting too much.
I spent hours this morning wracking my brain trying to work out what the hell we should do. When it finally came to me, I got straight online to try and book something.
My plan is a visit to a local park, where we will have delicious chicken sandwiches and cold coke. And then I’ve booked us a cooking lesson. Matt made it clear to me how much he loves food and cooking, so I think we’ll have a lot of fun. I hope I haven’t read him all wrong and he hates the idea.
The park isn’t far from my dorm room, a ten minute walk, but by the time I reach the park gates, I’ve talked myself in and out of the date idea so many times that my head is spinning. I don’t even notice Matt coming towards me until he’s right by my side.
He laughs when he sees my startled expression. “What? Did you expect me to stand you up?”
“No, but you might end up wishing you had.”
“And why would you think that? Don’t I strike you as the outdoors type?” Matt grins.
“Not exactly.” I let out a small chuckle, relaxing a little as I lead the way into the park. “But it’s not that. It’s — well, what we’re going to be doing isn’t going to be anything fancy.”
“You know, I’m starting to wish I’d had just taken you to McDonalds last night.” Matt smiles.
“Me too,” I admit.
“If it makes you feel any better, with my discount, the meal we had last night was about the same price as two Big Mac meals,” he says.
It shouldn’t matter, but his admission actually does make me feel better and I relax further. When Matt slips his fingers in between mine, I stop telling myself he’s going to hate the date and decide instead to just enjoy his company. If all else fails, I can always take him back to my dorm room and have my wicked way with him.
I lead Matt past a small duck pond and along a winding path through the flower beds. We pass a playing field full of young boys playing soccer, families picnicking together and couples walking dogs. It’s a beautiful spot, one I would normally consider a good place to sit and soak up the atmosphere and watch the world go by, but not today. Today, I want us to be somewhere a little more private. We keep walking until we come to a gated archway. I open the gate and we step through it into the vegetable garden. It’s quiet here, like I knew it would be. It’s where I come when I want to escape the noise of the city for a time, and I’m pleased it hasn’t let me down now. Matt and I make our way through the vegetable plot until we reach the other side of it where a solitary picnic bench sits.
“Here we are,” I say, gesturing to the bench.
I wish I had a picnic basket, but I don’t. What sort of student does? Instead, I pull the Prosecco and the strawberries from the shopping bag I’ve been holding. I go and put the bag in the trash and come back to the table. I pull a corkscrew out of my purse and hand it to Matt who grins at me. He shakes his head and opens the Prosecco with a flourish without taking the corkscrew. Of course. What was I thinking? Obviously, I was more nervous than I thought when I collected the things I thought we would need.
I watch as a thin spool of what looks like steam comes from the bottle’s neck. No foam spills out and I nod to Matt, impressed that he hasn’t wasted any.
“This isn’t my first rodeo Callie.” He laughs when he sees my approving expression.
I soon spot the first problem. Apparently, this is my first rodeo. Or at least it would seem that way as I bounce from issue to issue.
“I didn’t think to bring any glasses,” I say.
Matt shrugs and takes a swig from the bottle. He smiles and offers it to me. I laugh and take a sip. The bubbles tickle my mouth and throat and the warming effect as I swallow, calms me. Matt doesn’t seem to be judging me for my total lack of bottle opening knowledge and the lack of glassware isn’t bothering him, so why should I let it bother me? It’s actually kind of romantic in a way to share the bottle this way, my lips on the spot his occupied seconds before mine. We sit eating the strawberries, chatting about nothing in particular.
“You know Callie, you didn’t have to worry about this,” Matt says. “It’s perfect.”
“This is just the warm up,” I tell him.
He raises an eyebrow then winks suggestively, looking around him in an exaggerated manner. “Really? We’re going to do it in the shed?” He raises his eyebrows up and down.
I laugh. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I mean I have something else planned.”
“Do tell,” he says.
I pause. I wanted to keep it as a surprise, but I’m afraid if I give it too much build up, it won’t come even close to living up to the unintentional hype I’ll be creating. “I’ve booked us a cooking lesson. At the community center down the road.”
Matt grins and squeezes my knee beneath the table. “You know me so well,” he purrs.
I bite my tongue so I don’t blurt out what I’m thinking and ruin the mood. I don’t know him at all. Well, nothing except this one thing. Maybe though, when he sees me making an effort to plan things I know he’ll enjoy, he’ll open up and tell me more. “What can I say? It’s a skill.” I smile. “It’s called listening.”
Matt laughs and bites into another strawberry. What I wouldn’t give to be that strawberry right now. But we can’t do anything here. No matter how much I want to. This part of the park is quiet, but it’s still a public place. And despite Matt’s joke, there’s no way in hell I’m doing anything in a dusty, cobwebby shed.
We’re well over half way down the bottle of Prosecco and the strawberries are gone, when out of nowhere, the heavens open and cold, fat drops of rain begin to land on us. I jump up, a squeal escaping me.
Matt laughs at my reaction, but he gets to his feet too. “Maybe it’s time to start making our way to somewhere a bit drier.” he laughs.
The rain is pouring down. I’m already soaked to my skin. I can feel my hair plastering itself to my head, but I can’t help but laugh. Matt isn’t faring any better than me. His t-shirt is sticking to his body, showing me his clearly defined abs and pecs. His hair is flattened by the rain, inviting me to run my hands through it and muss it up. Ok, so he’s fairing slightly better than
me then.
He gathers up the trash and takes it to the trash, and then he comes back and grabs my hand. We walk quickly towards the exit of the park, laughing and passing the bottle back and forth until it’s empty and we deposit it in the next trash we come to.
“I bet teenagers get the blame for that one.” Matt grins.
I nod in agreement. I feel like a teenager again when I’m with Matt, so maybe they won’t be entirely wrong. The rain pours down heavier and we begin to run. I hold my hand uselessly over my head. I don’t know why. It’s far too late to attempt to keep my hair dry. We jog through the park, watching as the families from the field frantically pack up as small children laugh and dance in the rain, ignoring their parent’s calling them to come on.
We run from the park, dash across the road and we finally reach the community center and burst through the doors, both of us laughing as we enter.
The room is silent as we enter and suddenly, I feel all eyes on us. I stop laughing abruptly, feeling my face turning red. The room is filled with parents and their children and they’re all staring at us. “I’m sorry,” I manage to say. “Can you point us in the direction of the cooking lesson please?”
A stern looking woman steps forward.
“This is the cooking lesson. How old is your child?”
“Child?” I ask.
“Well yes. It’s a parent and child cooking class.”
I just shake my head as I am seized by laughter again.“I think — I think I booked the wrong class,” I manage to stutter out and look over at Matt who is laughing beside me and he just shrugs and shakes his head in an, I’m as lost as you are gesture.
I can’t stay here any longer, under the angry glares of parents and the curious stares of their children. I am very much aware of the bedraggled look of myself and the wine fumes emanating from us. Not a great look around children.
I stutter out another apology to the woman and lead Matt back out into the street. At least, the rain is easing off a little now. It’s too late for my hair or makeup, but it’s nice to not have to jog anymore.
