by Lilah May
And I want it. So bad.
I slip my fingers inside myself, imagining it is his hard shaft sliding in and him mauling my tits, pulling and pinching on my nipples. I’m so close, I can feel more wetness gushing forth, making splashing sounds as he pumps in and out, while grinding his lower abdomen against my clit. My orgasm rises from below, the sensation starting at my feet and rolling upwards as my whole body tightens and clenches.
But he won’t let me alone, he has to make me his completely. I feel his fingers now on my clit, circling it, bringing me to the edge and pushing me over, and I start cumming from his hands. My head lolls against his hard chest as I gasp for breath and my body shudders over and over as I succumb to the orgasm.
I want him to cum in me, I want his seed inside me so much that my pussy clamps down on my fingers and I find myself crying out for it.
“Cum in me, now! Cum inside me, Bobby! Please!” I bring my hand to my mouth and taste myself, taste the desire he brings out of me. I suck on my fingers, wishing it’s his cock that I’m cleaning off, tasting the saltiness of his cum. My body tingles till it’s numb and falls slack.
Finally, I regain my strength and I open my eyes. I remember I’m in a 7-11 bathroom, leaning my head against the hard plastic wall of the stall, and I’ve cum harder than I have had in years. All from fantasizing about Bobby. This isn’t good.
I scrub my hands clean and for good measure splash some water on my pussy before mopping it up with paper towels. I spray some perfume, too, hoping to mask the smell for good measure.
When I exit the bathroom, in front of the door stands Bobby, looking at me knowingly. Did he hear me? Does he smell me? Can he see how clearly I want him? Whatever his method…he knows, his dark eyes staring into me so sharply, as if he can open me up and reveal my true desires with just a look.
When did he change so much? When did he become the domineering man that could make me whimper with a whisper? I want to fall into his strong arms and just stay there forever.
But I know better. I made my decision. He shouldn’t want me. I’m way too old for him and he’s way too young for me. I ache for another reality where I had been born just ten years later. My heart hurts whenever I think: if only we were born in different timelines.
But I had to be strong. For him. I can’t let him see how he makes me weak with just a glance.
“Did you need to use the women’s bathroom, perv?” I laugh and punch him playfully in the shoulder as if just moments ago I didn’t picture him thrusting his cock inside me and minutes earlier he didn’t have his hand on my wet pussy.
“You just spent a lot of time in there, Ms. Howard. I was getting worried. Thought I might be able to help with … whatever you were up to.” He’s grinning from ear to ear. Does he really know?
“Never knew a woman to go number two?” Ha. How’s that for a turn off? He deserves it too, the cocky bastard. Thinking he could just rile me up like this and have no consequences. Especially after I told him that I was off limits. But then he steps right right past me, opens the door and breathes deep. How the hell does he know?
“I guess it’s true that women shit flowers and rainbows cause it smells sweet as candy in there. Like perfume and pussy.” He’s somehow getting the better of me at every turn. How does he seem to know everything about me?
“And how do you know what pussy smells like?”
“Oh Ms. Howard,” accentuating the Ms., as if he also knows how much I want to grab him and shout at him to call me Lisa, that the false distance he’s trying to force between us is killing me. But I can’t. This is what I want. Right? “I’ve eaten my fair share. And I would never forget your smell.” He grabs my ass and presses his hips against mine, his knee in between my legs, grinding against my still sensitive pussy just like in the grocery store. This time for sure I feel his hard cock against my waist. “You would beg me for my cock once I ravaged you with my tongue.” I almost fall limp, but the support of his arms keeps me standing, pressing my substantial ass into his large hands.
The games he’s playing with me, the push and pull, makes me disoriented and weak. I just want to give up, give into him and my desire. But that’s what he’s trying to do. He’s a master manipulator.
Just like someone else I know.
Over the shelves I see Patty ordering up a sub and Rob pouring out some coffee. I try to push away from him, my hands inadvertently groping the same abs I couldn’t get out of my mind.
“Bobby. I want you to respect my wishes. You need to find someone else. I’m not good for you, I’m used goods.”
“Love doesn’t work like that. I can’t just find someone else. I know you never loved your husband so to me you’re fresh as a virgin. I want you and only you.” God, he sure makes me feel that way. I almost believe him. He doesn’t back down from any of my challenges. He doesn’t shy away. Instead he one-ups me and it turns me on.
When Donald was aggressive, it was always passive. Donald never liked confrontation and was embarrassed about PDA. No. I could never compare Donald to Bobby. Bobby’s a real man.
As the thought of Donald passes through my head, Bobby grabs my ass with both hands and squeezes it as if he could see my mind wander into the past, and he had reached through my memories to claim it back.
My wide hips are still no match for his incredibly large hands as he gropes the entirety of it. He bends his knees to position the tip of his cock to point down and rub at the entrance of my pussy, I tremble helplessly, leaning on him. I hope he couldn’t feel how I’m trembling.
“I said no, Bobby. I don’t want your hands on me anymore. I’m serious.” This time I push him away hard so I could finally make some space between his body, which my body seemed to stick to like glue, unable to let go. My soft body seemingly perfectly entwined against his hardness.
“OK, Ms. Howard. I get it. You’re serious.” He says the words but I know he doesn’t mean one word.
“It’s OK, Bobby. I know you think you love me, but you need to find someone else, someone who’s good for you. And that means hands off me. Or you’ll never find the one you should really be with.”
“Yes, Ms. Howard. Hands off.” He has that twinkle in his eye that I don’t trust.
“You lovebirds ready over there?” I startle and whip around. The Carters are looking expectantly at us. Do they know what was going on? No. If they did, they wouldn’t keep silent.
“Lovebirds? You know, I always wanted Ava and Bobby to end up together, when she’s eighteen of course.” Bobby looks at me. Is that a flash of pain on his face? I have to steel myself. Even if I need to be hard on him, he needs to get over me. We both need to face reality.
CHAPTER 31
LISA
For an hour, the car ride is uneventful. I’m able to take a nap without thinking too much of who I’m sleeping on. Seems my masturbation session did the trick.
When I wake up, I find myself drooling on his bulging biceps.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I try to wipe the dried spit off, but it’s caked on. God, I disgust myself.
“It’s OK, Ms. Howard. You look sexy when you’re drooling, too. Here, I’ll help you.” He takes his arm and licks it, tasting me, before putting the arm back down. Without a word, I rub it, this time the spit coming off easily. For the next half hour, I stare out the window, trying to avoid Bobby’s hulking presence behind me.
“You know I loved Dean Martin when I was a teen,” I’m not sure why I tell Bobby. I guess the awkward silence between us was too much for me. It was my responsibility to make this right. I had taken advantage of him, didn’t I?
“When was that? Like five years ago?”
“Oh, you charmer. That was the 90’s, when you were born. While everyone else was listening to Madonna and Michael Jackson, I was obsessed with Dino.”
“That makes sense.”
“What does?”
“Well, I can’t imagine you listening to any of those poppy songs. You’re much more refi
ned, classy. Like Dean Martin.”
“Oh, I’ll have you know that I was quite the party animal back in my college days.”
“That’s what makes you so perfect. You’ve got these two conflicting parts in you, like two opposing colors, but somehow you’ve reconciled them, blended them into a new beautiful shade that makes you, you.”
“Maybe you should’ve majored in English. Cause you’re quite the poet.”
“Kind of like Dean, right? His most famous song is so inspiring. How did it go again? When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie.”
“Don’t make fun of my Dino.”
“When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore.”
“Who doesn’t like wine?”
“When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool. With that many food references, I think I’m starting to like the song.”
“He wasn’t famous for his writing talents. He was famous for other things.” I reach behind my head and caress his cheek, playfully. What am I doing?
“Ohhh, now this is interesting. Like what?”
“Nothing a boy like you should know about,” I chide.
“Ms. Howard. I told you I’m not a boy.” His eyes go dark like a sudden storm. With his smile gone, his dark countenance sends chills up my back. A boy couldn’t make that kind of look. That look screamed adult, it screamed pain and anger that was much deeper than just a boy’s temper tantrum.
Why did he grow up so fast?
When I saw him again today, he looked just like how he’s supposed to be. The easygoing college boy who partied, who had a bunch of girlfriends, who drank too much. Why did he become like this? What made him grow so dark?
“Of course. Of course. I’m sorry. You’re not a boy. You’re all grown up. You’re a man, now.” I rub my hand on his thigh, an attempt at consolation from my callous comment. Did I do this on purpose? It just slipped out. I know what happened last time. Do I want that? All I can do is pray for him to accept my apology. “And I’m sure those college ladies have made you a man plenty of times, huh?”
“None of them compare to you, though.” I chuckle uneasily, unsure if I’ve successfully calmed his anger.
“With lines like those and a body like this,” I squeeze his thigh, “I’m sure girls were just falling into your bed.”
“I didn’t love any of them, though.”
“It’s OK, you’re still young. You’ll find someone.”
“I don’t think so. I think love is hard to find. But once you find it, you have to grab it tightly and never let it go. It’s not like a train. It only comes around once and you have to jump on when you have the opportunity.” I turn my head to look at him, only to find my face inches away from his. His roiling dark eyes stare into mine. “Or you might lose it forever.”
How does he know so much about love? How is he so confident? There’s so much hidden depth behind those eyes that I never knew about. Does he really know what love is? And does that mean he really does love me?
“I just hope it’s not too late for me.” I know this conversation is hurting him. But I have to say it. I have to at least give him a sign that I’m trying to move on, that I’m trying to forget our fateful night. It hurt to lose love, even if it never was real.
“Have you ever loved anyone, Ms. Howard?”
“Me?” Is he testing me? Does he think I would say I loved him if he pressed me?
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have asked with...you know.” With my divorce. I hated having to finish people’s sentences. When would they stop being so sensitive?
“It’s OK, Bobby. You can talk to me about anything. Remember, I told you that when you were ten? You were afraid your parents were getting a divorce.”
“Yea, instead they became swingers. I can’t imagine giving away the one you love, letting someone else stain such a pure emotion. I would claim the one I love as my own. No one else can have her.” His eyes look fierce, saying what he really wants to say. He wants to claim me the same way he just described.
“Bobby, love is different for everyone. You can’t blame your parents for doing what they had to do to keep their love alive.” I lean back and whisper in his ear. “But between you and me, I agree with you. I would never do something like that and I wouldn’t want my man to want that either.” Is that too much? We both fall silent in the wake of our shared secret, the disapproval of his parents.
“So? Have you ever?”
“Have I ever what?”
“You know, fallen in love?” Does he really think I would say it again? What I said that night? What I tried to take back?
“I don’t think so. I thought I was in love a long time ago, when I thought I knew what love was. But now, I have no clue what love is.” It was true. I thought I loved Bobby, but I got caught up in the whirlwind of the date. The first time I had a night out in years, I was so delirious with happiness, I fell for him one night.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Howard. I didn’t mean to dredge up painful memories.”
“Don’t worry, Bobby. They don’t hurt anymore. I’m past all that. Now I just want to learn what it means to be in love.”
“With your wonderful personality and gorgeous body, I’m sure you’ll find it soon enough.” I’m sure he’s winking like crazy behind me.
“Stop flattering me. I know I’m not some sorority girl anymore.”
“Yea, you’re not some sorority girl anymore. You’re way smarter and sexier.”
“If you keep this up, I might end up falling for you. Again.”
“That’s the plan.” I laugh even though I know it’s not a joke.
CHAPTER 32
LISA
A few minutes later, I feel the forbidden yet familiar thickness pressing underneath me, forcing its way between my ass, getting harder and thicker by the second.
“Bobby,” I warn in a low voice.
“I can’t help it, Ms. Howard. It’s your fault. You’re too sexy and you feel too good on my lap.” I guess he’s just putting it all out there, literally. I shake my head in disapproval.
“So you’re saying it can’t be helped. Fine. But no touching, OK? Keep your hands where I can see them.”
“Yes, officer.”
“I’m serious.”
“No hands, I promise.” I hope that after a few minutes the pressure on my ass would disappear, but with every bump and pothole the car goes over, his thick shaft continues to jam its way further in between my clamped legs. I feel the soft head, the pulsing length, the burning heat through the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
Slowly and steadily, it continues to rise that soon, I can see the bulging tip pushing through the fabric of my dress, forcing its way further up. I can’t help but wonder how long is this thing? I’ve never seen it at full mast before.
I shouldn’t be thinking about his cock. But I can’t control my body. It wants Bobby. It desires him, craves his massive thickness. My slit instinctively starts oozing, instinctively preparing for the hot shaft of cock trapped between my legs, inches away. The same cock I swore I should never have.
The heat from his throbbing member sears my inner thighs, adding to the spreading heat from my burning mound. All the logic of our impossible ages, of taboo love, flies out the window and soon only dangerous thoughts fill my head.
What’s wrong with satisfying myself? With Bobby? What if I’m straightforward with him and tell him that this isn’t love?
“Are you comfortable?” Why am I asking him?
“Actually, open your legs, it kinda hurts when it’s pulled down. My soldier likes to stand at full attention.” I listen. Why am I listening? His voice is low and calm, but somehow commanding. And of course my body follows his command and my knees part like the Red Sea.
Instantly, his entire length swings up, pushing the hem of my dress back, popping out from the confines of my legs. And it’s bare, no gym shorts, no boxers, just his naked cock settling against my wet p
ussy. I can see the veins wriggling beneath the skin, the glistening tip dripping with his natural lubricant. My exposed creamy thighs contrast heavily against the throbbing red snake staring up at me. I shiver, my hairs standing on end and it’s not from the cold.
“Uh, Bobby. Your thing has escaped.” As if he didn’t know.
“Don’t worry about it, Ms. Howard. It’s just so big that my gym shorts make things pretty restricted. Believe me, it’s much more comfortable this way.”
“I believe you. It’s also wildly inappropriate.” I make sure Ava’s preoccupied with something, anything that would make sure she wouldn’t find her mother in such a debauched situation. Thank god, she’s asleep.
“Really? What about the time you were cumming across my lap with your hand grabbing at my cock as if you were drowning?”
“Bobby!”
“You said no hands and I listened. Just ignore it if it bothers you so much.” I can’t believe the balls on him, after everything I told him, after all my effort in trying to deter his misguided love.
I don’t know what to say in response. He really shut me right up.
But technically he is right, I said no hands. And I can just ignore it — not that I can deny myself the view of his big beautiful cock. I convince myself as long as this doesn’t go any further, we’ll be fine.
But I know I’m lying. He’s right, I want this as much as him and I don’t know how long I could hold out.
For a few minutes, I start to think he won’t try anything, that he’ll just let it stay as it is. I feel disappointed even though I know I shouldn’t. But he doesn’t disappoint me for long.
He starts to flex his cock, pushing its rigid length against my moist slit. My body betrays me, as my panties are already soaked again with fresh wetness.
Then, he starts lifting his hips up and then back down, slowly, grinding his shaft against me. I could feel his incredible muscles beneath me tensing and straining from the effort.
