His fingers found the hem of my skirt and slid beneath. I gasped. He pulled out of the kiss, his face hovering over mine once again with just that thin layer of thick breath between us. His eyes fixed to mine as his hands crept up my thigh. Those dark eyes, so like a hawk’s, challenged me once again, seeing if I would fight or flee. I could do nothing but pant in anticipation.
“How’s it going back there?” he asked.
Back there? Back where? It took me a moment to realize that he wasn’t talking to me.
“These fucking Bugs have tiny nuts. It’s taking me a minute.”
My body stiffened at the sound of the other man’s voice. Eagle, I think it was.
“Doesn’t look like we’ll be long here. She’s fit to blow. Isn’t that right, sweet meat?” Hawk’s gaze met mine, another challenge.
My heart was pounding so loud it rang in my ears. The blood pumped through my veins like the fluid was running its own race. But it must’ve been pumping south and not north because I didn’t demand Hawk let me down. I kept my legs spread around his hips as his fingers crept closer to my panties.
All of this was happening with us in close proximity to three other guys. One of which I know was definitely watching from the other side of the street. The other two I suspected were taking peeks while fixing my flat tire.
When I voiced no opposition, Hawk’s fingers hit home base. His thumb ran over the seam of my panties. I let out something between a whimper and a sigh.
“Fuck, you’re wet, sweet meat. Is that fore me?”
I grabbed his shoulders as I trembled. Off in the distance, I saw blinking lights; fireflies coming nearer and nearer. Crickets chirped. Leaves rustled on the light breeze.
Hawk slipped his thumb beneath the seam of my panties until he touched my hot flesh. “Aw fuck, baby. You’re sticky. Did you come already? That feels like fuck-cum.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about? The sound of cicadas singing filled my ears.
“I need to taste that shit. Give me your hand.”
He grabbed my hand from his chest. He put it beneath my skirt. I felt the sticky heat of my cunt. He dragged my fingers through, back and forth.
My eyes widened at the contact. I’d never touched myself before. Had I known it would feel this amazing, I would’ve done it years ago.
Hawk took my hand away from my panties, out from underneath my skirt, and put my fingers in his mouth. He sucked with his eyes closed. His tongue made my cunt clench. I tightened my legs around his hips.
“How’s she taste, Hawk? She really sweet?”
Hawk licked the pads of my fingers, down to my knuckles, all the way to the webbing between each appendage. “She tastes like a ripe berry that ain’t never been plucked.”
The clatter of metal rang through the air again. “A virgin?”
“If I put my fingers deep inside you, Ellie, will I break your hymen?” Hawk asked. “Would you bleed for me, baby?”
I couldn’t answer. I could only move my hips. The fireflies got closer. The cicadas sang louder.
Let them illuminate me. Let them tell the world what was happening on this block. I wanted Hawk to put his fingers inside me, and I didn’t care who saw.
Hawk rubbed his thumb up and down the length of my cunt. I felt his fingernail scratching at my soft skin, like he was scratching an itch. I was itching, aching for him.
He alternated between dragging his nail down over my clit and onto the underside of my fleshy right labia. On the way back up on the left side, he’d run the rough pad of his thumb upwards.
“You’re hairy, baby. You need to shave, that way you’ll feel everything I can do to you.”
Beneath my skirt, he spread my cunt lips wide. He made wide circles over the fleshy skin. His fingers had to be soaking by now. I felt my wetness trickling down my thighs. I heard myself between the layers of fabric. It was a cross between a slurping sound and a sucking sound.
Hawk pressed the length of his fingers against my cunt. The tips faced downward, right at my entrance. But he didn’t venture inside. I moved my hips trying to angle him in.
He only chuckled in my ear and tsked. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
Neither was him sticking his fingers in my cunt in front of an audience, but I’d made wiggle room for him. I wiggled against him now.
“Aw, let her have it, Hawk. She’s begging for it.”
I looked over to see the blonde-headed Crow leaning over the trunk of the car, wrench in hand.
“Finish the fucking tire and let me handle this,” Hawk growled.
There was no bite to Hawk’s words. He barely spared Crow a glance. Hell, I barely spared Crow a glance. My attention zeroed back in on what was going on beneath my knee-length skirt.
Hawk took his pointer and middle finger and scissored my folds together, squeezing and pulling the two pieces of flesh. Then he took his thumb, and like a windshield wiper, he swatted at my clitoris. Back and forth, and back and forth.
My body shook. I felt like a cicada about to shed its skin. I felt like I was leaving behind my old body and being reborn into something new and beautiful. All my senses felt heightened. I felt the car move. I heard footsteps. I heard other breaths aside from mine and Hawk’s.
The other two, Eagle and Crow, had finished with the tire and came to lean on the side of the car. They couldn’t see my cunt because my skirt covered Hawk’s hands, but they weren’t even looking down south. They both watched my face with fierce concentration. The rapt audience made my heart pound harder, the blood race faster.
“Fuck, she’s close,” said Crow.
“She’s gonna come all over your hand,” said Eagle. “She still got her panties on?”
“Yeah,” Hawk grinned. “I got you, E.”
Hawk ran his thumb in a clock-like pattern. Every time he got to my entrance he pushed a little deeper. With his other hand, he held my hips firm so I couldn’t impale myself on him like I so desperately wanted to do. It was driving me mad.
“You’re gonna gush your juices all over the place,” said Hawk. “Aren’t you, sweet meat?”
He went faster and faster. Around and around. Then he’d stop the clock-like motion and start up the windshield wiping with his thumb.
“You want me inside you, don’t you, sweet meat? You want my cock buried deep in your cunt?”
I turned away from Hawk and bit the inside of my elbow. Eagle and Crow had taken up sentry on either side of Hawk and I, but they kept their distance.
“She’s tight isn’t she? Tight, sweet, virgin meat.” In my peripheral vision, I saw Crow bounce on his feet like a kid.
“Stop fucking around, Hawk,” said Eagle. “Let the girl blow.”
Eagle was my new hero. I turned to him in gratitude. He winked at me. But Hawk stole my attention back.
Hawk ran his fingers, light and fast, over my clitoris. I frowned in frustration. I wanted a hard, firm touch. But what did I know? His light flicks set off an earthquake inside of me. My body jerked, breaking free of my old skin. I cried out at the first crack. My skin splintered. My body broke free. My eyes squeezed closed, shutting out the light of the fireflies. The sound of my cries drowned out the cricket’s song.
And then all was silent. The flashing lights stopped. The streetlight blinked out. Not even the humming buzz of electricity coursed through the metal structure.
Hawk held me as I shook. Then slowly, he let my legs go and put me back on the ground. But as he put my legs down, he reached under my skirt one more time.
I was certain I couldn’t take another earth shattering orgasm, but I didn’t protest. He grabbed the elastic of my panties, and pulled down.
Chapter Six
Hawk lifted my feet one at a time to relieve me of my panties. They were simple white cotton. I’d bought them in an eight-pack package from Target. Part of me was embarrassed that they weren’t lace or a thong like I’d glimpsed some of the other girls wearing at street racing party. But Hawk didn’t appe
ar to mind.
He straightened, holding the panties up to his nose. I felt mortified. Even without the light I could see the soaking wet crotch area as compared to the dry, starched top of the underwear.
Hawk waved the panties in the air, twirling them on his finger in front of Eagle. Eagle reached out and snatched the panties from Hawk’s grasp. Eagle put his nose in the crotch. With his eyes on me, he took a deep, open-mouthed inhale. His eyes shuttered closed in ecstasy.
When they reopened, they immediately found me. He turned the panties inside out. There was an evident fluid stain on the crotch area. Eagle stretched out his tongue and licked the length of the crotch area.
I pressed my knees together once more. My upper thighs slide off one another from the wetness that appeared watching Eagle tonguing my ruined underwear.
“Sweet as fucking berries.” Eagle tucked the panties inside his back jeans pocket. Then he reached his hand out towards me.
I stared at his big, dark, claw-like hand for ten full seconds before setting my hand into motion. With my palm outstretched, Eagle dropped my car keys into my hand. I was so weak from my orgasm that the key chain nearly toppled me over.
Eagle reached past me and opened my car door. “She’s all fixed up. You’ll need to get a new spare in case something like this happens again.”
I held onto my car door as I watched Eagle and Crow head back across the street towards their cars. The two of them joined the other member of their crew who still stood in the same relaxed stance, still watching me. With their backs turned I read the wording on the back of Eagle and Crow’s matching leather jackets.
Watchers Crew, it read.
I looked away from them to see that Hawk still stood before me. He regarded my face as an artist would a painting, as a chef would a new dish. He watched me like I would observe a new specimen of insect that I was about to dissect, trying to uncover how its systems worked.
Hawk reached out his hand. It didn’t take me ten seconds to reach mine back to him. My hand was engulfed by his. He handed me into my car.
I didn’t know what to say. “Thank you,” I tried. But as soon as the words were out of my mouth I wished I could take them back.
Thank you for fixing my tire and not charging me an arm and a leg like any other mechanic would do.
Thank you for getting me off in the middle of the street while your boys watched.
Thank you for the mind-altering, paradigm shifting experience I might never recover from.
It didn’t matter. I would not be seeing him or any of them again in this lifetime. I would head out of this neighborhood, back to my old life. My easy life that was all planned out.
“Looks like you’re due for a tune up soon,” he said. “You should come by our shop. We’ll take care of you.”
He handed me a card with the address of his shop on it. “Same payment plan,” he winked.
He put his thumb in his mouth and sucked it hard, making a loud popping sound when he pulled it out. “See you around, sweet meat.” He winked and headed across the street.
Hawk ducked into his car. The other boys followed suite. With a roar of their engines they tore down the street.
I watched the fading taillights as they disappeared down the dark street. The street light above me turned on full bright once more. It stayed bright while I toyed with the business card Hawk had given me. The light blinked out again, casting me into the darkness of night. I placed the card in the cup holder so I wouldn’t lose it in the dark.
Inside my car, I grabbed my owner’s manual to put it back in the dash. But before I put it away, I flipped it over to the scheduled maintenance page. It read that a tune up should happen every 10,000 miles. I looked over at the odometer. I’d barely reached 4,000 miles.
Chapter Seven
I pulled open the top cover of the hive. As I did, the vibrations from the workers inside became louder. Their singing pinged through my entire body. Peering inside I saw that the hive was buzzing with activity. A healthy queen lay in the center, surrounded by her drones. The male bees lined up around her, waiting attentively, hoping to be chosen for the next round of copulation.
The queen took flight. Drones flanked her, trying desperately to keep up, to get ahead, so they might be chosen to enter the queen. Finally one gained the advantage. He mounted the queen from behind, aligning his penis with the queen. The copulation took less than a minute. I couldn’t see any thrusting, but that didn’t stop my imagination. Especially as I watched the other drones try to keep up, eager for a chance of their own.
I looked away from the mating queen and her drones to the enclosed garden where the wooden hive was set up. In the manmade garden, the female workers set about their daily tasks of visiting with the flowers. The worker bees’ bodies were all no bigger than my thumb, their wings the size of my fingernail. But beating at a speed of 200 beats per second, their wings sent a strong vibration that made the bees take flight. I watched their wings flick fast, so fast the motion blurred. I heard the buzzing in my ears. I felt it go through me.
It started in my head, clouding my judgment.
Then I felt it sting my lips until they were swollen.
My nipples tightened as though they were touched with pinpricks, or little crawlers.
My belly trembled as the vibrations went lower, and lower. Remembering his finger flicking back and forth like a wing beating at my clit-
“Ellie,”
I jerked to consciousness and my clipboard clattered to the floor. I looked at Shakira who stood in the doorway of the greenhouse classroom.
“Hey sis, I know we’re supposed to meet today, but I wanted to let you know that something came up and I’ve gotta bail.”
It had been two days since I’d seen Shakira. Two days since the street race. Two days since a man stuck his hands down my panties and made me take flight while his buddies flanked him and watched with admiration and eagerness.
I closed the lid and stepped out of the enclosure. My hands shook even though I couldn’t hear or feel the buzzing of the hive any longer.
“That’s okay,” I said to Shakira.
She waved and made to back out of the classroom door.
“You headed off to another street race?” I asked.
Shakira narrowed her eyes at me.
It belatedly dawned on me that street racing was illegal and probably not something I should broadcast.
“Sorry,” I said, though we were alone in the classroom.
“No, I’m not headed to a street race at ten in the morning. I’ve gotta work on my English Lit final. Jane Austen’s a bitch.”
I nodded in agreement, even though I owned the Austen compendium in hardback and ebook.
“If I have to read another story about some poor, prissy, white girl falling over a rich, alpha lord I’m gonna slit my wrists. You feel me, sis?”
“Oh, yeah. I do. I feel you. No, English lords for you… So, you like Asian men?”
Shakira studied me. My cheeks heated under her perusal. There was something knowing in the way she regarded me, like she saw right through me.
Well, of course she saw right through me. That segue into trying to get more information about the Watchers Crew had been weak. But she couldn’t tell what I was thinking. She didn’t know what happened that night.
Unless the boys told her. They probably had. They’d probably told everybody. They may have even taken pictures. Guys did that these days, and unsuspecting girls ended up on college tramp websites in lewd sexual positions and situations. They could’ve done that to me. Hawk had sent me outside of my body with his tongue in my mouth and his fingers inside me. I bet I looked like a tramp.
I wished I could see those pictures -if there were any. I wanted to have a memory of that night captured in print or pixels so that I could take it out, and look at it, and remember that feeling of euphoria.
When I shook off my haze of memory, I saw Shakira smiling sadly at me. She shook her head from the left to the
right. The look she gave me was one a mother would give to her teen daughter who thought she knew it all.
“Look, sis. You’ve been real helpful with biology; so let me give you some life advice of my own. Stay away from the Watchers Crew. Those boys eat little girls like you up for breakfast. Which might feel really good in the morning, but then they spit you out by lunchtime.” She turned and left.
I shoved my notes into my bag and headed out the building to my car. I caught my reflection in the glass doors as I went out. I looked the same as a few nights ago. I had on another knee length skirt, a blouse, and flats. I looked like I was going to a church brunch.
Shakira was right. I’d had that one experience. It should be enough to last a lifetime. If I were a smart girl, I shouldn’t go back for more.
I came up to my car and climbed inside the driver’s door. Hawk had told me I was due for a tune up soon. I’d only had my Bug for six months. I was meticulous about the maintenance. I’d had the oil changed just last month. The scheduled maintenance wasn’t for another 5,000 miles.
Hawk charged me two kisses to fix my tire. One kiss on the mouth and another inside my panties while three guys watched. He’d said it would cost the same to get my tune up; a tune up I didn’t need for months, maybe even a year.
A year seemed so far away. I’d be away from this place in a year. Jerry and I had talked about moving up north for him to go to grad school. There were a few job opportunities available for me there as well. Once Jerry and I were together, we’d likely fall into more traditional roles where he handled the car maintenance. I’d probably never have to get my oil changed myself again. I’d likely never go in for a tune up in my life.
Maybe I should go for this one. Just so I understood what would be done to my car once Jerry took over the scheduled maintenance. My cotton panties dampened at the thought of more kisses.
I leaned against the driver’s seat and shook myself. What had gotten into me? Up until two days ago I’d barely spent time at second base with my boyfriend of a year. The same boyfriend who I’d agreed to go on a weekend trip with in just a few days. We’d undoubtedly be having sex for the first time. I’d planned to have my first time with Jerry for months now. It was finally about to happen and I was having wet dreams about kissing a man who I didn’t even know.
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