I stared at the table and tried to keep the heat from building up under my skin again. "Two," I whispered.
"I'm sorry, two?"
"A little louder please. I'm not sure that old couple standing outside heard you.
"Sorry. Did you say two? As in one more than one?"
"Yes. Two. Michael and--." I stopped myself. Oh God. I had said too much.
"Me?"
I clenched my eyes shut tight and tried to teleport back to Grams's house. Or a river. Anywhere but that booth. I didn't want to hear the ridicule. The badgering. All the jokes.
Instead of attacking me with sarcasm and jokes, he just took in a deep breath and sat back with his eyebrows raised up. "Jeez, Angela. Why didn't you tell me?"
"First of all, because it was none of your business. And second of all, when did you want me to tell you? Hm? Maybe when you had your fingers plunging in and out of my pussy?"
"Okay, Angela. I get it. That's enough." He said, waving his hand in a cutting motion above the table.
But I wasn't done. His cheeks were turning red. And I was really enjoying the thought that I was making him blush. "Or maybe when I grabbed your cock and rubbed it up against my--."
He leaned in and crushed his lips against mine. Cutting off my words by plunging his tongue between my lips.
I should have stopped him. I wanted to stop him. But his smooth tongue filling my hot mouth kept me from stopping him. Instead, I dripped for him. I moaned for him.
Oh. God. I slipped my tongue back into his mouth. Dancing around his tongue. His warm hands slid up my thighs and I was suddenly reminded of just how small this tennis uniform was. He slipped his finger along my soaked panties. Still kissing me harder then ever.
I nudged my leg up onto the booth to give him better access. Telling myself the whole time to stop. This was exactly what I didn't want to happen again. What he didn't want to happen again.
And now here I was, writhing in a corner booth in the dark corner of some biker bar. And his fingers were sliding along my wet panties while his tongue explored my mouth.
He pulled away from his kiss. His eyes filled with primal lust. Serious and unwavering. His fingers still working my pussy through the panties.
"You just wanted to cum?" he whispered. Then he slid my panties over to the side and swirled his finger around my pussy.
"Oh God," I whispered. My back arched and my mouth dropped open. I stared him in the eyes as he pushed his finger deep inside me.
"Shh," he said. "If they catch us, they'll kick us out." He wiggled his finger inside me. Rubbing on my G-spot.
I bit my lip and grabbed his shoulders.
He pulled his finger back out of my pussy and let it dance around my clit. Swirling in my juices. As he leaned in and nestled his hot breath next to my ear. He slammed his fingers back into me. Grinding his hand against my pussy as he fisted my hair against my neck.
He slammed his finger into me again and again. When my pussy finally clamped down on his fingers, he plunged his tongue back into my hot mouth and swallowed my scream. I thrust against his hand as he licked my tongue. My entire body shivered until finally he release my pussy and slid my panties back into place.
Then he rubbed my wet panties against my throbbing core. I trembled and shook against his touch. I had to pull his arm away before I lost control. Again.
He pulled back and grabbed a napkin. "Feel better?" His tone was so nonchalant, as though he had just handed me aspirin for a headache or something, that it took me by surprise.
"Um, yea," I said. "I guess. Feel better than what?"
"I don't know." He laughed. "I'm sorry. I know you just got done saying that things like that can't happen again but."
"Well maybe that didn't count." I said. "I mean, can it really count as sex if only one of us gets to cum?"
He shook his head. "You are definitely--."
"What?"
"Just, definitely not what I expected."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing bad. You're just always so sweet. I never expected you to be the type to fuck some guy in the bathroom of a restaurant."
"We didn't fuck in the bathroom of a restaurant."
He nodded. "True." Tim finished wiping his hand on the napkin and wadded it up to leave on the table.
***
I left the wadded napkin on the table and stood up to go to the bathroom. I stopped at the mirror and looked myself in my brown eyes.
Did I really just say that to her? I asked myself. What if she takes it as an invitation?
My bladder was yelling at me. I emptied fast, shook, and tucked everything away. Part of me wanted her to follow me in here. Part of me hoped she would sit still. The more we got into this...this...whatever this was, the harder it was going to be to stop. And the more likely someone would end up catching us. And that was a conversation I really did not feel like having with anyone.
Then the door opened to the bathroom.
I turned around. Angela. Closing the door behind her and latching the deadbolt shut.
She took it as an invitation after all.
My jeans practically unzipped themselves, allowing my cock to spring free. She walked up to me so fast I nearly tripped over backwards against the wall. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as I ripped my leather jacket away from her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
I hoisted her up and pinned her to the wall with my body. Her wet panties hovered just over my cock. Then I let her slide. Down. Her wet panties rubbing along the side of my shaft as she trembled. Her nipples poked through her uniform. I tried to glide my hand up her shirt. To rub and flick at her nipples. But her shirt was too tight. There was no way for me to get to her breasts without completely undressing her.
Her hips rocked against mine. Inviting my cock into her. I nibbled at her ear in frustration. Wishing I could feel her sensitive nipples between my lips.
I must have bit too hard because she yelped and thrust her head back.
I lowered her back to the floor and spun her around in front of the mirror. She locked eyes with my reflection. Her deep breaths pushed her nipples against her top.
I grabbed her hip in one hand and fisted her long hair in my other hand as she bent over the counter. She grabbed onto the sink for balance and I nestled my cock against her soaked panties. I rubbed my tip up and down. Pressing gently. Her eyes stayed fixed on my reflection.
I peeled her panties back over her hips and let them drop to the floor. She spread her legs, backing into me. Silently begging to be filled. I was all too eager to oblige. I squeezed my shaft into her opening and pressed into her. She closed her eyes and sucked her lips into a thin line.
My hand reached around and found her clit. Still soaking in her cum. I smirked as I grinded my fingers over her clit. Just letting my cock rest inside her hot pussy for a moment so I could revel in how her muscles flexed and pulsed around me. How she throbbed.
Then I backed out slowly. I gripped her hips with my right hand and used my left hand to grab the nape of her neck.
She grunted as I slammed into her. Her hand flew up to the mirror to keep her head from hitting. I pounded again. Again. And again. In and out as her juices flowed over my cock. Our hips clapped together as I plunged into her.
I glanced down at her backside. Her round bottom flexing and dancing against me as I continued to pound her from behind. I paused to slide my fingers around her clit and smeared her juices back around to her ass. She shivered as I circled and probed her bottom. My eyes locked onto her reflection and I started pounding into her pussy again. Letting her core envelop my shaft. A few seconds later, I pressed my finger into her bottom. In and out while my cock filled her.
She threw her head back and then backdown again. Her fingernails scratched at the mirror. Still I worked her pussy and her ass like a piston. Pulling out of one just to press into the other. Back and forth. In and out. I was so caught up in the rhythm of it all I barely noticed when my orgasm snuck up on
me.
"Oh shit," I whispered as I pulled out of her to stop myself.
Angela turned around and dropped to her knees. She stretched her soft lips around the tip of my cock as my cum squirted. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft and pumped. Milking the thrust right out of my hips. She sucked. Harder. Deeper. Until every drop of cum was gone.
Then she swirled her tongue around my tip. Lapping up her own juices. When she finished, she looked up at me and smirked. I grabbed her hands and helped pull her up to her feet.
"Holy shit," I whispered as I pulled my jeans back up and fastened them.
"Yea. That one definitely counted." She giggled and straightened out her skirt.
"Okay, well, we'll just say that once we leave here, that's it. Okay? No more. We'll just spend the rest of the weekend watching your bitch sister getting married, get drunk, not getting laid and then when all is said and done we can just go our separate ways and we're done. Deal?"
"Deal." She smiled.
***
I snuck out of the bathroom first and ducked back into our seat. The bill sat on the table and it didn't seem like anyone could even tell we were gone. Of course, everything had happened in such a whirlwind, I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised if no one noticed.
More people had arrived, however. And the restaurant was starting to feel crowded. Tim walked over a few minutes later, grabbed the bill, and walked up to the bar.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked when he got back.
"Don't worry about it, you unemployed bum." He laughed. "Just make sure you're here on Monday by three."
"What? Why?"
"Because I vouched for you. So you get a shot. Come work a shift on Monday. If they like you, you get the job. If not, well then you get paid for the day and that's it."
"Oh my God. Tim. You didn't have to do that."
"Why wouldn't I? I made you quit that last job. And at least at this job they won't force you to wear those ridiculous uniforms."
I smiled and jumped up to hug him. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
"Don't worry about it. Come on, let's get going."
We walked back outside to his bike. The sun was setting over the horizon, leaving a red haze over everything. Riding on the back of his bike scared me in the daylight. I hoped we got back to Grams's house before it got too dark out. There was no telling how different the ride might be once it was actually dark out.
He helped fasten my helmet and then we got on the bike together. He waved at a small group as we rolled out toward the exit. I tried to sit nonchalant. To tell myself the motorcycle was fine. To remind myself Tim knew what he was doing and we would be fine. But as he turned out of the parking lot and onto the road, nerves got the better of me and I clenched my arms around him again.
And I latched on tight.
Then I suddenly became very aware that my panties were still soaked from our little tryst in the bathroom. Soaking wet and resting on a vibrating engine.
Oh God.
Lightning shot up through my core as the bike teased and shook against the folds of my pussy. I took in a deep breath and tightened my grip around his waist even more. Then his warnings from earlier ran through my head. Don't squeeze too tight or I won't be able to maneuver.
I closed my eyes and held my breath. Trying to will my body back under control.
My body ignored me. Climbing toward a strong release.
I was going to have to ask him to stop.
I tapped on his stomach. Almost as if on queue, the light ahead turned red and he rolled to a stop.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
With the bike sitting idle, the fires in my pussy died down a bit. I took in a deep breath and tried to answer him with something other than a groan.
I failed.
The light turned green and the engine roared back into its gentle, unrelenting vibrations against my wet nether region.
Seconds later, he turned down a dirt road and finally pulled over to the side of the road and turned around.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Poor Tim. His eyes were wide with concern and he even took off his helmet to check on me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and tried to peer through my visor.
I hoped I could bring myself back under control before he took my helmet off. No such luck.
My moans grew louder and I gripped his shoulders to keep my balance.
"Holy shit. Are you...are you cumming?"
I groaned louder, fighting the urge to grind against the seat of his bike.
He smiled and pulled in close to me, hiding his hand with the flaps of his jacket. He rubbed my throbbing clit with his fingers until my orgasm released and I screamed into his neck.
When the shuddering stopped, embarrassment took over.
Tim didn't say a word. And I didn't want him to.
When we finally got back to Grams's house, I jumped off the bike and handed Tim's spare helmet back over to him. I was mortified when I glanced down at the seat and saw a wet spot glistening in the moonlight there. I closed my eyes and ran inside without a word. Jumping up the stairs two steps at a time to get back to my room.
I didn't even stop to say anything to the people glaring at me after I walked through the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Angela ran into the house so fast, I didn't have a chance to ask her if she was okay at all. Her cheeks were flushed pink. I wanted to tell her she didn't have to worry about it. That I didn't think it was something to be embarrassed about. But how do you tell someone something like that?
Hey, Angela, don't worry about cumming all over the seat of my bike. Saying something was bound to cause more embarrassment, not less.
Then my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"You must be bored."
Damn it, I thought. "What do you want, Trish?"
I couldn't believe I answered the phone without bothering to look at the caller ID. After avoiding her calls for weeks, now I was trapped talking to this woman.
"I thought you would have known that answer by now, Tim. I want you."
"Well, you're going to have to find someone else, Trish. I'm not in town right now."
"What? Where are you?"
"I'm visiting my grandmother in Colorado. I won't be back in Los Angeles for another week or so."
"Seriously? That sucks. Bobby wanted me to help him organize a run to start in two days."
"What type of run?"
"Bike run, from LA to Miami. Then a week in Miami and we run back to LA. Sounds pretty sweet, right?"
"Hell, yea. But I can't. I got shit to do here. You'll just have to find someone else to go with you."
I could hear the disappointment in her sigh, but I didn't want to stick to the phone for too long. I immediately regretted my decision when I hung up the phone and looked up to see Marti standing there.
"Shit Marti. You scared the crap out of me. What the hell do you want?"
"I just want to talk."
"I told you to stay away from me. I wasn't kidding or exaggerating. I meant it. Stay. The fuck. Away from me." I pushed past her and went to walk out to the driveway. It was the first time I noticed even since pulling in that the tree was gone. Just gone.
I must have been distracted. But then again, this was the first time a girl had ever grabbed a hold of my thoughts the way Angela did.
"No," I told myself and shook my head. I turned to the house and started to walk in.
Marti jumped in front of me. "Please just talk to me," she begged. "I will do anything. Please. All I want to do is talk."
"That's it?" I asked.
My heart sank into my gut. I knew this was a mistake. But part of me thought that perhaps after this one last talk, everything would finally be settled and she wouldn't bother me again. And that small part of me convinced me it was possible.
"Fine," I took a deep breath and held out my arm toward the gazebo. "But not here."
She smiled and waltzed over to the gazeb
o. Skipping a little as she stepped. As if she'd just won a prize. When we got to the gazebo, I stood and leaned on the side. She stood next to me, so I sat on the bench.
When she sat down next to me I jumped back to my feet. "Marti. Talk."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"That's it?"
Marti took in a deep breath and glanced around the moonlit grass. "Who was that on the phone? Was that your girlfriend?"
"Not exactly."
"Not exactly? She either is or she isn't. Which is it?"
"She's none of your business," I said. "She was just calling to ask if I wanted to go for a run later."
"A run? What's that?"
"A group of us get together and ride from one place to another and raise funds for charity."
"Oh," she whispered.
I waited for a couple minutes, giving her the chance to say something. But my patience ran thin. "Marti. You said you wanted to talk. So talk."
She fiddled with her fingernails and shrugged her shoulders. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just. I don't think I can go through with this tomorrow."
"Excuse me?"
"You know. The wedding. I mean, Cody is nice and everything. He's so sweet. And he's funny. But he's not. I mean. He's just."
"What, Marti?"
"My thoughts just keep going back to you and me. You know? Back when you loved me and you wanted to marry me? So I thought maybe you could give me a reason to not marry him."
"What?" I squinted and furled my eyebrows. "Marti, that doesn't even make sense. Why the fuck would you even ask me something like that?"
"Because I haven't stopped thinking about you. Not even once. Because every time Cody climbs up on top of me, all I picture is you." She walked up closer to me, cornering me against the ledge. "Every time I suck on his pencil thin cock, I imagine your rock hard thickness and how it used to throb for me."
"That's your problem, Marti," I said, grabbing her wrists midair before she could lay them on me.
"Oh come on, Tim. You were in love with me. You said you would never find a woman so beautiful or alive. That no one else would ever light up your cock quite like me. Obviously you don't have a girlfriend because you're still hung up on me."
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