"Don't you trust me?" There was that cocky smile again. He might have changed in some ways, maybe even the important ones. But underneath it all was the same guy I'd grown up with. Part of me was comforted by it, but not all the memories it dredged up were of the good times in our relationship.
"Okay, I'm game. But it's not a date, you got it? We're gonna try being friends for a few hours." I let him guide me to his car. It was a Lamborghini, all hard edges; the car of a man who had too much, and needed everyone to know that he wasn't afraid of anything. But the feeling of the seats hugging me was familiar and comfortable. I let the seat hold me the way I wanted Travis to. The throttle pushed me back into it further as we pulled onto the nighttime streets.
It was hardly two miles; we could have walked. Travis knew that, the same as he always knew it, but he loved that stupid car more than anything. More than he'd loved me. More than he loved fucking skanks. I don't think he would have understood the question if you'd asked him what he loved more than that.
I got out at the door -- it was part of his entire conceit, that an attractive woman steps out of his million-dollar car. Without all of it together, he's lost. I suppose in that way, he valued me almost as much as the car, but not quite. I smiled ruefully as I stepped out. I had almost missed the attention, myself. Even with Mr. Stone, I wasn't a display piece. I was a tool, and even a well-loved tool isn't the same thing as a misused trophy.
I stood beside him when he ordered the tickets, but I didn't listen. Trying to figure out what he was doing would come off like I was questioning him, and he wouldn't stand for that. I would just have to wait for him to tell me, and that would have been fine if he paid any attention to my tastes. I couldn't think of anything I would have liked to see, though. Romances were tired and cliched, too much for me. I needed to get away from romance.
What he picked, though, was some action film where all the stars were twenty years too old to be playing in it. I didn't pay close attention, and I couldn't have explained the plot. Travis picked up on it; maybe he'd taken my feelings into account more than I had imagined, since he always knew that I got frisky when I was bored. His fingers started gliding in between my thighs, dancing higher and higher. I could feel the familiar tingle in my stomach. I wanted to stop him, but more than that, I wanted desperately not to stop him.
He turned to me and whispered softly into my ear, in what must have been the only ten second period of quiet: "Do you mind me doing this, babe?"
I shot him a glare, but after that flash of annoyance I let my eyes lock on the screen and I shook my head imperceptibly. He got the message and dove in. His subtle dance stopped and his hand lifted my skirt as his face broke into that stupid grin of his. I couldn't help thinking that if the theater weren't so empty, anyone sitting next to us wouldn't have had to look closely to figure out what we were doing; they'd have had a front-row seat.
My panties were out. Anyone who wanted to see them just had to turn their head. Travis had turned to look at me now, rubbing furiously through the thin fabric. I could feel myself getting a little woozy; I wanted him. I wanted this, even as what little of my mind shouted that I needed to stop at all costs. I was completely lost to the world -- the manager could have come in and told us to leave and I'd have spread my legs a little further.
Travis pushed aside the crotch of my panties and started to rub against my slit directly. I slumped lower in my seat and pushed against them, but he pulled away.
"Ah-ah, not yet, little girl."
I tried to fight for a moment to keep my wits about me, not to give in, but it was a losing battle as I felt his soft fingers probing me. "Please, Travis. Please."
He unbuttoned the top button of my blouse. "Please what?"
"Please make me cum, Travis." I was ashamed of how far I'd fallen, but there was nothing I could do any more.
Another button came undone. My bra was almost out at this point. I couldn't be seen like this, absolutely could not, but Travis just pushed me again, pulling his fingers away from my waiting pussy.
"What will you do for it?"
"What do you want, please don't stop."
"Offer me something," he said. My face screwed up in delicious agony.
"I don't know Travis, just don't stop, PLEASE."
His hand unbuttoned another button. I had one button left, barely holding my blouse together. For all intents and purposes, I was naked in the theater. If one of the four or five other patrons turned around, they'd see everything. My reputation, what little bit I still had, would be ruined. But that wasn't a problem any more.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Mmmm," moaned, trying to grind against his ever-elusive fingers that teased without ever providing relief. "We shouldn't."
Travis smiled and pulled my bra up, freeing my hard nipples to the hot movie theater air. "I want you to get up and sit on my cock, Jen. Do that, and I'll let you cum."
I looked at him, the pleasure plain to see on my face.
"Please, Travis, we shouldn't. It's a bad idea, please."
"I want you to get up," he said, tugging on a nipple and then sucking it into his mouth. "And I want you to sit on my cock. Is that clear, Jenny?"
I bit my lip. "Yes."
I got up and pushed my ass into his lap; Travis rubbed himself against my pussy, a rough teasing that brought out the worst in me.
"Do you want me?"
"Please, Travis, I need it, stop teasing me. Please."
He pulled me down onto him, finally pushing inside. I gasped out loud at the feeling of fullness, the feeling I'd been missing for weeks. I could feel his cock probing depths that fingers could never reach, a feeling that couldn't be duplicated in spite of my best efforts.
I ground against him, feelings that I had denied stirring in me again. I knew that I shouldn't believe a word he had to say. I knew that he was just going to use me again, just going to slip up again -- but I couldn't help myself. I needed this -- I needed a cock in me. I needed to be used like a whore. I bounced on his cock, my tits swinging freely in the open air.
I could tell that the people below us, presumably there to enjoy the movie, could hear. There was no way they couldn't. But I couldn't stop any more. I needed Travis's cum and I was going to get it.
"Travis," I moaned. He took a fistful of my hair and tugged with just enough force to get the job done. "Cum in me. I need it. Please!"
He didn't reply, pounding away at me from below. I could feel my orgasm approaching fast, a blinding sensation like I was moving a million miles an hour. I could barely see the screen, still playing in front of us. I couldn't hear the sound of my husky breath, even though I knew I was breathing raggedly. The only thing I could feel was my pussy, where we were connected. And then the world exploded.
Travis pushed up into me one last time, pushing me off at the last minute.
"Turn around, let me cum on you," he said, desperation and arousal putting a razor's edge on his voice.
I did as I was told and was met with a rope of warm cum hitting me in the face. And then another. Another fell on my blouse. For a second, I was angry. But more than that, it turned me on. I could feel the warmth spreading through me again, the warmth of arousal. He pulled me back up and pulled me close, whispering again in my ear:
"Leave it like that."
I shivered in arousal. He guided me out of the theater, the film still in the middle of a bombastic final battle. I could feel his cum on my face; I could see everyone's eyes on it, there on my face. I wanted to hide, but Travis kept his hand on my arm the entire way. In a sense, I was mortified, but that was part of the appeal. It was incredibly hot. The way I felt, I would have gotten right on my knees and sucked him off in front of the ticket booth, but I didn't. He drove me back to my own car, and I went home alone again.
I could feel a pit of loneliness, but at the same time I knew that it was what I'd asked -- even if getting fucked raw and walking around with cum on my face wasn't, and had been so nice. Mayb
e he did know how to respect a woman's boundaries.
I got home and pulled a beer out of the fridge. I pulled my shirt off, throwing it in the hamper. I was getting ready to get in the shower when I heard a demanding knock on the door. I called out from the bathroom that I wasn't decent.
The voice I heard made a chill run through my chest: "Jen? It's Jacob Stone. We need to talk.”
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Can u come over early?
I shrug and throw my cell phone back into my purse, continuing to brush my hair. The text came from my boyfriend, Max. Why he wants me to come over early, who knows?
I'm a bit cynical about things with him lately. It's just... the sex has been so boring. Sure, we're trying to bring some hotness back into the bedroom, but it's not really working at all. We've tried BDSM, which was fun until I tried to be dominant. Max flipped out at the anal plug I presented to him, which was done out of actual interest but he thought I was just mocking him because I was laughing. Whoops!
Then we tried anal, well, anal on me I mean. It was fun for Max, but essentially useless on my end. I got no pleasure from it and quite a bit of pain. That was out the window. We even tried to go through the Kama Sutra and find the most interesting sex positions, but I'm really not flexible enough for some of those things!
Nothing seems to be helping, but I don't want to just give up on Max. Anyway, today's a special day. I'm turning 19. It might be worth it to put up with some bad sex, just to spend my birthday with someone I love. And even though the sex isn't great and I'm a little bit impatient with him, I really do love Max.
I cover my eyelids with a small amount of pink eyeshadow before running a brush full of pink powder against my cheeks. I look cute today. My dress clings to my waist without being too tight, giving me a flirty look that Max will enjoy.
Heading out to Max's house, I wonder what he'll be getting me for my birthday. Last year it was a beautiful diamond necklace that I only wear if we go to a fancy restaurant. I don't really feel comfortable wearing anything too flashy! I hope he gets me something that suits my personality a bit more.
Maybe a sex toy? One that will bring some spice into the relationship. That would be pretty awesome! Handcuffs, or a whip, or ooh! Maybe a collar! I imagine being led around his house, naked but for a collar, and a shiver runs down my spine. That would be really hot.
Hmm, but why does he need me to be at his house early? Maybe it's because of the present. A picnic, perhaps?
Max is really lucky. Even though he's only 19 like me, he owns his own house in the suburbs. He's actually really well off since his grandpa passed away. The old man was a really funny guy, and loved both Max and myself. I still really miss him.
As I step up to Max's front door, I lean over the side of the porch to smell his roses. I'm really the one that cares for them, but that's fine. I don't get the chance to garden in my small apartment, so every weekend I come over to prune and weed so that I can enjoy beautiful flowers and yummy berries all summer. Max appreciates the fresh berries too, I think!
Before I could knock, Max whipped open the front door. He was grinning from ear to ear as he stepped outside to pull me into a big hug.
“Happy birthday, Talia!” Squeezing me tight, he kissed my neck. I giggled and hugged him back, enjoying the unusual show of affection.
He has his hair brushed just how I like it, and his blue eyes are sparkling with excitement. I pressed my hand against his hard stomach, looking up at him. “Hey! What was the rush?”
“Well, I wanted you to have time to test out your birthday present,” he says. The grin on his face spells mischief and twists my stomachs into knots.
I grimace. “That sounds scary as hell.”
Max leads me into the kitchen, where he has a salad and some chips set up. “Go ahead and eat a bit while I finish setting up your gift. I know you're going to love it!”
He disappears into his garage, leaving me to my food. He is way too excited. I really hope his gift lives up to his excitement, but I'm more scared than thrilled. Most surprises like this have just be total failures, and my reaction tends to emotionally destroy people. Max should know this by now, from when he bought me that necklace. I appreciated it, but I knew it wouldn't have a use. He was mad at me for weeks for how I acted!
I know a lot of our problems are really my fault. I'm just kind of a cynical person, but Max is inherently positive. He's good for me, but I'm not sure I'm good for him.
Picking at my food, my anxiety is gnawing at me while Max tinkers in his garage. He makes a grunt or drops something metal every few minutes. His cat, Jinx, leaps onto the table to keep me company while I wait. The feline's purrs calm me down while I scratch his soft ears.
The door leading to the garage creaks quietly as Max steps back into the kitchen. He looks very excited, which in turn excites me a bit. He's always so charismatic, his smile infectious. I can't help but care about what he's passionate about!
“Come on, let me show you!”
He takes my hand, leading me into the garage. The tinkle of Jinx's bell follows us. Max's garage is mostly taken up by his blue Corvette. On all walls are tools for gardening and home improvement things, along with some balls and bats for when his nephews come over.
Behind his car, there is a pink bike with a huge blue bow on the seat. My smile drops, and I tilt my head in confusion. “A bike?” I ask, looking to Max. He's still excited though, urging me forward.
“Look under the bow!”
So I do, taking the bow off and revealing a hole in the seat. “What?” I ask, bending over and dipping my head down to see what the hole was for. When I saw what was under it, I reeled back, surprised and confused.
“Do you like it?” He asks.
I eye the bike for a second, caught between revulsion and interest. It's a normal bike, not stationary. Does he expect me to ride this in public? Ooh, that sounds pretty hot, actually. I can feel my panties becoming damp.
I look up at my boyfriend. “What do you expect me to say, Max?” My voice quivers. I'm still a little upset, but my heart is pounding. I kind of want to try it!
“Look, babe. I know the sex hasn't been great, and no matter what we try, one of us is disappointed. I just want to make things right, and this is what popped into my head.” He bows his head, blushing. “I know it's weird, but let's give it a try at the park.”
“The park?!” My eyes nearly pop out of my skull. I push away from Max, clutching my hand to my chest. “Are you crazy? What if we get caught? We could go to jail!”
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sp; “We'll be safe, Talia, I promise. It's getting close to dark anyway. There won't be hardly anyone there, and I already checked it out. It was pretty slow before you came over.”
My face is hot to the touch. I look down at the floor with my arms crossed, breathing heavily but trying to remain calm. I want to slap Max and run out. At the same time, though, I really want to try this. The idea of being caught is kind of sexy! I feel so naughty even thinking about having something pumping in and out of my pussy at the park, in public.
I look at the bike again, then back to Max, and I sigh. I try to wipe away my smile but I can't. “I guess I can try it. When do we go?”
“Right now. Take off your panties.”
Max has never been very good at being dominant, but there was a manliness in his voice now that made me not want to question him. I hesitate for only a moment before slipping my hands under my dress and pulling my panties down, handing them to Max.
He pulls me in close to him, pressing his lips hard against mine. His fingers slip up my dress and press against my clit. He gives it a few hard rubs before letting me go, my head swimming. Max puts my panties into his pocket.
I'm still for a few minutes, trying to compose myself after that hot kiss. I step toward the bike, sliding my hand against the leather. I turn back to him.
“How are we going to get it to the park?”
“I'll put it in the back of my truck. You go sit in the passenger seat and wait for me while I load it up.” I take a second to admire his strength when he picks up the bike, carrying it with ease to his truck waiting outside the garage.
I slip into the passenger seat, noticing that my pussy is moist and blushing. I pull my dress to cover more of my thighs, hoping no one will be able to see that I'm not wearing any panties while I ride the bike. Max pulls open his door and sits behind the wheel, the car roaring to life before he leans over to me for a kiss. Our lips meet, and I'm surprised by the passion I feel for this man I was so recently bored of.
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