by Mia Carson
Levi led me to his truck, a sad looking thing that had belonged to his grandfather, but we’d had some great times in it, and I had plans to add to the good memories this evening.
2
Levi
I led Ella to my truck. The faded, dented 1969 Chevy C/10 was my pride and joy. It had belonged to my grandfather, who had given it to my dad for his first truck. Dad had parked it in the barn sometime in the early nineties with the idea of giving it to me. Even before I got my learner’s permit, I’d started working on the truck to bring it back to life. Over the following year, I’d rebuilt the motor before I winched it onto a trailer and hauled it to Abilene to have the transmission rebuilt. Brakes, tires, and suspension work followed, with other minor repairs, such as replacing cracked glass and repairing sagging doors being completed as I had the time and finances. It still looked like hell, with its dents and the blue paint missing or faded flat, but it was reliable, everything worked, and it got me where I wanted to go. The best part was all the work, save the transmission, was done by my hand, with a little help from Dad. It wasn’t only my truck legally; it was mine in spirit because I’d brought the old girl back from the dead with tender loving care. Someday I hoped to hand the truck down to my own son.
I opened the passenger door for Ella and she hopped inside. She had her own vehicle, a new Ford Escape, but when we went somewhere, we went in my truck. We’d cruise down the road, the windows down, the wind whipping our hair as we laughed and talked.
Ella was so beautiful. She was tall like her father, nearly 5’10”, only three inches shorter than me. She was blonde, sun-kissed, and strong from helping on the farm. Her eyes were large, the color of the Texas sky, and she had her mother’s tiny nose, quick smile, and full figure. Dressed in her tight blue jeans, boots, and cowboy hat, she could stop a man’s heart with a glance and a smile. She was perfect in every way. When I pulled her into me, her lips were the perfect height for kissing, and the feel of her body against mine made me ache for her. The memories of Ella pushing the hair out of her eyes as she smiled at me from the passenger seat would keep me warm at night during my eight weeks of BMT.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Stamford Lake?” she answered, and I grinned.
Stamford Lake was a large body of water about forty-five minutes away and one of our favorite places because large lakes were scarce in this part of Texas. Years ago, during our exploring after I got my driver’s license, we’d found a little used dirt road that ran alongside some farmer’s field to the edge of the lake. We’d returned often, parked the truck at the end, and wandered into the trees surrounding the water to sit in the shade. We thought of it as our place, and we’d sometimes sit for hours talking or making out.
We hadn’t actually made love yet, but I’d fingered Ella to her first orgasm that wasn’t self-induced there, and it was the same place where two months ago she’d ground herself on my lap until I came in my pants. When one of us said ‘Stamford Lake,’ we meant our secret place unless it was clarified that we meant somewhere else.
I started the truck, and we rumbled along in companionable silence as my hand caressed her leg. We didn’t have much to say. Our lives were about to take very different paths. I spoke with confidence that we’d be back together in four years, but I secretly worried once she got to college she’d realize a guy in the Air Force wasn’t what she wanted after all.
The sun was touching the top of the trees when I turned down the rutted dirt path, my Chevy bouncing along the road until I pulled to a stop and turned the truck around at the end of the track. I killed the engine and we sat for a moment, the only sound the whisper of the breeze in the nearby trees.
“Did you really write those letters yourself?” Ella asked.
I half-smiled in the dimming light, slightly embarrassed. I was Levi McCormick, heir apparent to McCormick Farms. Farmers prided themselves on their toughness and resilience, not their letter writing ability or being in touch with their emotions.
“Yeah.” I hadn’t known what to give her, so I’d reached deep, trying to find something meaningful for her last birthday before I shipped out. I’d spent the previous two months writing and refining the letters, but suddenly they seemed silly and a bad idea.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid across the bench seat to me. “Even if I never open them, I can’t tell you how much they mean to me. Having you write those shows me, more than anything else you could have done, how much you love me.”
I relaxed as she leaned in close and I kissed her, really kissed her, not like the public smooch I’d given her in front of her family. Ella was the only girl I’d ever kissed and the only girl I wanted to kiss. I had nothing else to compare her to, but for me, she was the greatest kisser in the world. She fired my passions like no one else could. All through high school I had other girls express their interest in me, but there was no one for me but Mary Ella Johnson.
She pulled away slowly. “I’m going to miss you so much. You’ll come visit me every chance you get, right?”
“Count on it.”
“I’m going to hold you to it.”
My fears of her finding someone else lessened just a bit. “I hope so.”
We stepped out of the truck and walked hand in hand in the deepening shadows of the trees along the edge of the field, talking about everything and nothing. As it became too dark to easily see, we made our way back to the truck.
I opened her door for her, but instead of crawling inside, she turned and pulled me into another kiss. I pressed her against the side of the truck as I first caressed her lips with mine, and then kissed along her jaw to under her ear.
“God, I want you,” she whispered.
“I want you, too,” I murmured as I continued to nuzzle her neck.
We knew all about the birds and the bees, but we’d agreed to wait and not make the same mistake some of our high school classmates had. Getting pregnant at eighteen or nineteen might be fine for some, but not us. We had plans, but that didn’t mean we didn’t want each other.
“Then take me.”
I looked into her eyes. “What? Are you sure?”
“I don’t want to go to college a virgin. I want to feel you inside me before you leave.”
“I thought we agreed to wait.” Those were the six hardest words I’d ever spoken.
“We did, but now I don’t want to wait anymore. I want us to remember this night while we’re apart.” She paused as she held my gaze. “Unless you don’t want to.”
I kissed her again, pressing my hardness against her as I pinned her to my truck, her soft moan incandescent with desire.
“I want you,” I rumbled as I slowly released her lips, “but I don’t have—”
“I came prepared,” she interrupted, pulling a thin square of plastic with a circular bulge in the center from her back pocket and holding it up.
I made it a point to never have a condom with me to reduce the temptation, but now there was no stopping. I’d dreamed of this moment, secretly reading everything I could find on how to please a woman and watching videos, desperately hoping I wouldn’t be a chump when the time came. I’d thought our first time would be in a bed, but I improvised. I peeled her off the side of the truck and steered her to the flat, wide, bench seat. There was no switch for the cab light on the passenger door, so the darkness was near complete. We’d see the headlights of an approaching vehicle long before they could see us, giving us plenty of time to make ourselves presentable if we were interrupted, an unlikely possibility.
We kissed and caressed as she pulled my shirt over my head, each press of her lips against my flesh a small explosion of pleasure. I removed her shirt and her bra before tasting her breasts. I’d suckled at her breasts before, but tonight was special because I knew it was only the appetizer for what was to come.
Her soft moan as she pressed my lips harder against her breast thrilled me in a way it never had before. Previously, every time our kissing and touching
got heated, we’d held back, gripping our desires tight lest they carry us away, but tonight we could give them free reign for the first time. I moved lower, nervous but anxious to put into practice what I’d read. As I caressed her stomach with my lips and tongue, I worked at her pants, slowly siding them down her legs as I moved ever lower. I delighted in how she thrust at my mouth as I kissed past her womanhood and continued down her leg, chasing her pants with my lips and teasing her with anticipation.
I could just make out her form in the dim moonlight, the play of light and shadow on her naked body making her more alluring than I would have believed possible. I moved to push her back in the seat, but she resisted as she tugged at my belt. I helped her remove my pants, leaving them wadded in the dry Texas dust.
I pushed her back onto the seat as I lowered myself to the ground and kissed her, opening her flower with gentle flicks of my tongue and soft tugs with my lips. I had no idea if I was doing it right, but her hands on the back of my head pulling me in tight, and the tug of her heels against my back as her legs draped over my shoulders gave me confidence. I licked and kissed as I softly slid my hands up her body to caress her breasts and tease her nipples, noting what garnered a response so I could return to them again and again as I learned what pleased her.
“Oh, shit, Levi! You’re going to make me come! You’re going to make me come!”
I flicked at her button with my tongue as her heels dug into my back, the stiffness in her body as she rose to her orgasm exciting me. I once read that when pleasing a woman with start out like a butterfly and finished like a bulldog eating oatmeal. I licked and sucked, twisting my face around, slurping and moaning as if I was chasing every drop of the finest ice cream.
Suddenly her heels dug in painfully hard as she slapped at the dash with her hand, her back arching as she pressed against the seat and dash, her body stiff with pleasure. I continued to lick and nibble as she battled through her pleasure, the faintest of quivers detectible in her legs before she relaxed with a sigh. I continued to kiss, but after a moment I realized she was spent. I slowly rose to my feet as I kissed up her body to take her lips.
I was dying to know but was afraid to ask. She kissed me leisurely, her arms going around my neck to hold me in the kiss, the feel of her naked body against mine for the first time, intoxicating.
“You’re sure you’ve never done that before?” she sighed. “That was un-fucking-believable!”
I couldn’t help but grin. “First time. It was good?”
She pushed me out of the truck so she could sit up, and smiled at me. “Better than good. And now it’s my turn,” she purred as she continued to push me backwards before she lowered herself to her knees in front of me.
I tried to pull her to her feet, afraid I would climax and not be able to make love to her, but she kept slapping my hands away.
“I want to do this,” she murmured as she kissed and licked my manhood.
She took me into her mouth, sliding about halfway down before stopping. She drew hard on me as she pulled back, causing me to hiss before she stopped at the head, battering the tip with her tongue. I held her head, applying the lightest of pressure, indicating my pleasure but not trying to force her to do more than she was willing. All too soon I felt my rapture bearing down on me.
“Ah… you’re going to make me come,” I growled as I thrust at her mouth, unable to still my hips.
She continued to work me over, her skills improving moment by moment. I fought against my climax, trying to restrain my orgasm using the techniques I’d read about, but the sensation of her mouth and tongue caressing my manhood, combined with the view in my mind’s eye, was overwhelming.
“I’m going to come,” I grunted, giving her warning so I wouldn’t come in her mouth if she didn’t want me too. She released me, smiling up at me in triumph as she gave my shaft several quick pumps with her hand. “Fuck!” I grunted as I came, spilling my seed onto the dust.
She pumped me, causing me to jerk and twist in orgasmic agony before she took me into her mouth again, sucking hard on the tip.
“Stop! Ella, Stop!” I begged, pushing her away before she ducked under my hands to take me into her mouth again.
I cried out, an inarticulate cry of pain and pleasure as she licked and sucked the head of my cock while pumping my shaft. I shoved her away again before I stumbled back, desperate to be free from the exquisite torture of her lips and tongue.
I shivered in aftershocks as she slowly stood. I pulled her to me, taking her lips in a long, erotic kiss as she continued to stroke my manhood to keep me hard. The warmth of her body, the feel of her flesh against mine, was beyond anything I had imagined. We clung to each other, our hands roaming, pulling and tugging as our tongues engaged in an erotic duel, the passion we’d just shared making our kiss heated. We’d played before, teasing each other until we became afraid we’d lose control before we’d stop. We weren’t stopping, and for the first time we could allow our passions free reign.
She took the small square from the dash of the truck, ripped it open with her teeth, and pulled the condom from inside. She tossed the empty package into the truck and rolled the condom over my still throbbing cock. She pulled me to her as she sat down on the seat.
“Take me,” she whispered.
I needed no more encouragement. I slid into her depths, the feel and warmth of her surrounding me better than in my most vivid fantasies. I wanted to plunge into her and take her with erotic ferocity, but I knew I had to be gentle. I started out slow, wanting to make love to her, not fuck her, but after only a moment she spurred me with her hips.
“Faster!” I thrust into her, kissing and nipping at the hard points of her breast with my lips. “Oh, God, you feel so good! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!”
Her words were twisting me up, and I began to pound into her hard and fast.
“I’m going to come! I’m going to come! I’m—” she chanted before she fell silent, rising up and pulling my lips to hers for a torrid kiss.
She released me with a soft cry, slapping at me and the truck as she fell back to the seat and thrashed her head. I redoubled my efforts, slamming into her as hard and fast as I could, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible.
“Fuck…I’m coming again!” she whispered, holding on to me tightly.
She clung to me, her body quivering in pleasure as I plunged into her with fast, hard thrusts of pleasure. It was fantasy made real, the excitement of having her for the first time, of fucking her to multiple orgasms, the feel of her under me, stripping away my control. I came again, but still I pounded into her, fighting my body for control, my skin tingling as if millions of tiny bolts of electricity danced across my skin.
“Fuck!” I cried, flinging my head back as I continued to pound into her, unable to endure, unwilling to stop.
Finally, I could take the sweet anguish no more. I drove deep into her and held myself there as I collapsed over her, my legs weak. I lay across her as we panted in passion spent.
It was over so fast I was afraid I hadn’t satisfied her, but she had excited me so much all my plans to please her for hours on end hadn’t survived my rush of desire.
“Did you come?” she asked.
I chuckled, shocked she hadn’t been able to tell. “God, yes.”
I felt so slick and was pretty sure I was softening, but I didn’t want to pull out. Not yet. I kissed her gently as I softly thrust into her, wanting to please her until the end. “Was it…?”
She smiled and touched my face. “It was perfect. Was—?”
“Better than perfect,” I interrupted before kissing her again. “I’ve been dreaming of this, and it was better than I had imagined.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, me too,” she breathed before pulling me into a kiss.
We kissed for a long time, in no hurry to break the closeness we felt. I started to pull out. I was only semi-erect and couldn’t tell if the condom was coming with me. I carefully pulled out and felt wi
th my fingers. The condom was still there, but I’d come buckets and it was trying to slide off, so I pushed back in deep and used my fingers to make sure it didn’t come off. The last thing we wanted was for her to get pregnant.
I couldn’t tell in the darkness, but I was pretty sure I got it out without incident. I wasn’t sure what to do with it, so I tossed it into the back of the truck to deal with later. We picked up our clothes, giving them hard pops to knock as much of the clinging dust from them as possible, before we dressed with much kissing and touching.
“Are you okay?” I asked, an unidentifiable uneasiness swirling inside of me.
She drew her finger softly over my lips. “Why wouldn’t I be? Are you?”
I tasted her lips. “I’m fine, but…we’ve taken a big step. I don’t want—”
“Levi,” she murmured, “I’ve been dreaming of this since I was sixteen or seventeen. I wanted to. It was only a matter of time before this happened, you know that. I decided I wanted this before you left. You’re not sorry, are you?”
“No! Of course not! I didn’t want you to think that you had to, that’s all.”
She smiled, but in the dimness of the moon it looked slightly sad. “If I thought that was all you wanted, I wouldn’t be here with you right now. I love you, Levi, and—”
“I love you too,” I said, talking over her.
“—and I wanted this before you left.” She brushed my lips with her own. “Now, when you come to see me, there won’t be any question, any hesitation. I wanted you, and I’ll want you again and again.”
I didn’t know how to answer, so I hugged her. For the last two years, I’d been working hard not to be the horn-dog so many of our classmates were. She deserved better than that. But now that the ice was broken, I was looking forward to having her again and again, learning to please her as she pleased me. And I was going to last longer the next time if it killed me.
