by Lynne Silver
Oh man, instant and total lust. This was way more sensation than she’d ever felt kissing a boy. Peter might claim to be inexperienced, but it sure felt like he knew what he was doing. She let him explore her mouth and when he seemed comfortable, she added her tongue to the action. Heat spread throughout her body and stayed tingly in all her happy parts.
He groaned and grabbed her tightly and held on, pulling her body in closer to his. A whimper escaped the back of her throat, and she undulated on his lap, mimicking the push and pull of the sex dance. Her groin met his, and she could feel his erection pushing against the fabric of her stretchy leotard shirt. Her whole outfit had been designed to inspire lust, but not act on it. If Peter’s fingers were to try to touch her where she desperately needed him, they’d have to go through two layers of fabric.
Allison pulled back. “Touch me,” she said.
He looked dazed. “I am touching you.”
“You’re touching my back. Where else do you want to touch me?”
His eyes widened and she nodded. “Yes. There. Anywhere. Everywhere.”
“But we’re in a public place.”
Oh my God. He was so sweet and shy, yet sexy. “No one’s paying attention to us. As long as we don’t get naked. And we won’t be the only ones to have sex in this field today.”
For a second she thought she had him, because he went in for a breath-stealing kiss, but then he lifted her off his lap and plopped her onto the blanket next to him. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Not like this,” he said. “I want to take my time, and I want to see you. All of you.”
Yeah, total hearts and flowers. She’d be writing song lyrics about this later. She looked around the crowded field. “Well, I don’t know where we could go.”
He stood and reached down to hoist her to her feet along with the blanket. “I have an idea.” Swinging clasped hands, he walked her toward the edge of the field where the mowed lawn gave way to shady forest. She followed Peter into the woods, stepping carefully in her rocking lace-up ankle boots that she’d worked all last summer at the mall to afford.
She stood by as he grabbed a dead tree limb from the ground and gave it a shake. “Holy crap, where did you learn to do that?” she asked, as he took the limb and her blanket and made like a Boy Scout, crafting a makeshift tent. Her mouth went dry when his shirt came off and was used as a ground cover.
“I’ve got my secrets,” he said with a small smile, but she nearly missed the smile, because she couldn’t take her eyes off Peter without his shirt. Hell yes, he had his secrets, like where he got a body that looked like something out of Playgirl.
“Um, Peter, are you some kind of body builder?”
He cocked his head and frowned. “A what?”
“A body builder. You know, men who work out a lot, slather themselves in oil and flex their muscles for prizes.”
“No, not a body builder.” The shy smile stretched his lips “Just a regular guy.”
“No, you’re not regular.” She brushed her palm from his wide pectoral down his defined abdominals. A sprinkling of dark curly hair covered his pectorals and a thin line ran down the center of his abdominals. “I’ve seen regular, and you’re not it.”
He lost the smile. “I am normal. I promise.”
“Okay, okay, you’re normal.” She smiled up at him.
His smile returned. Seconds ticked by, but neither made a move. She realized that out of the two of them, she had the experience, so she’d have to take charge. She stepped into his space to loop her arms over his shoulders. She was tall for a woman, but she still had to stand on tiptoe. He easily lifted her into his body and took over the kiss as if he’d been doing it his whole life. A sudden thought occurred to her, and she pulled back slightly. “Peter, I know I’m going to be your first, but am I your first kiss?”
He froze. “Why? Am I not doing it right?”
“You’re doing it perfectly.”
His hands clasped her cheeks. “Yes, you’re my first everything.”
And then he proceeded to rock her world with his kisses. She loved the taste of him, and couldn’t get enough of his mouth. Her lips felt as swollen as if she’d done a double singing lesson. He kept kissing her, and seemed into it, but she could feel his erection pushing against her belly.
Still he didn’t push her to go any faster and seemed content to kiss her until the concert was over and they’d be the last people in the field. It didn’t bother her. The guy knew how to kiss. Finally when her knees were giving out from trying to stand through the arousing kiss, she was ready to take it to the next stage.
“Peter, do you want to?” She gave a head jerk toward the makeshift tent. He nodded but didn’t move, so she took control again. “How do you want to do it?”
The question gave him pause. “What do you mean?”
“What’s your fantasy, position wise? Missionary? Doggy style? Cowgirl?”
“Yes.”
She laughed. “It’s your first time, so let’s get missionary out of the way.” A few tugs, a shimmy and her wrap skirt and leotard were on the ground next. While she stripped, he took care of his stiff jeans and shoes. He left his socks on, and his plain white underwear. She had a moment of wide-eyed disbelief as she saw his hard penis sticking up over the waistband of his underwear. “Um, wow.”
And then because she knew she was staring at his penis, she felt the need to defend herself. “I’m not usually like this, you know.”
“Like what?”
“A slut. I’ve had sex, but only with my ex-boyfriend. You must think I’m slutty.”
“I think you’re amazing,” he said, and his fervency rang in his words.
“Do you…do you want to see me naked?” she asked, suddenly shy.
“Hell, yes.” Then he flushed. “Pardon me. My mom taught me not to curse around ladies.”
“It’s okay. I like that you’re enthusiastic.”
“I’m scared I’m too enthusiastic,” he confessed, as he shucked off his underwear and she did the same.
“It’s okay.” She lay back on his shirt and lifted her arms to welcome him. Heat enveloped her body when he lowered down.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “So you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.”
His lips parted like he was about to respond, but then she shifted her hips and his penis started to penetrate. Neither could speak after that. It took a little fumbling, but eventually Peter was fully deep inside her, and she grasped at his back.
“Holy sh…,” he muttered. “That’s incredible.”
She sought his mouth for some kissing, because he was larger than her last boyfriend, and frankly, she wasn’t in the groove yet. “Touch me,” she whispered. “I need a second to adjust.”
His wide-eyed gaze found hers. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, but it’s…tight.”
“What should I do?”
“Touch me. Kiss me.”
“Okay.”
Her body relaxed as his hands and mouth explored her body the way she played with the strings and chords on her guitar. Things started to feel really good down there, and they were both getting into it, grinding their hips together and panting out little cries between kisses.
She showed him how to pull all the way out and then push back in, and she could tell he really liked that, by his loud groan. After a few minutes of that kind of thrusting, he found his own rhythm and caught her thigh under his hand. His thrusts grew shallower and faster, and she angled her hips for him to hit her just right.
“Oh, God,” she cried. “Faster.”
“Yes,” he grunted. Impossibly, he pounded into her at a speed that had her head spinning from the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced.
“I’m coming,” she cried into the muscle of his upper arm.
“Me too,” he said, and she felt hot liquid fill her as Peter’s weight pushed her into the ground.
They lay on the itchy grass for a few m
inutes, listening to the concert far in the distance. She didn’t know how to process what had just happened. Contrary to recent events, she was not the kind of girl who had sex with strangers in a public field at rock festivals. Her parents worried she was exactly that kind of girl due to her obsession with becoming a singer, but it wasn’t true at all.
She’d had a serious boyfriend her whole junior and senior year of high school, and it had taken him ten months before she sacrificed her virginity. Ten minutes with Peter Shepard, and she was willing to sacrifice anything for more time with him. She tapped him on the back, and his head lifted off her shoulder. “So?” Sue her, but she wanted and needed a little reassurance.
His tender smile had her breathing easily again. “That was amazing. Can we do it again?”
She wriggled out from beneath him. “Not today. Beth is probably waiting for me. She’s my ride home.”
“I can drive you home,” he offered.
“Thanks, but I don’t think I should ditch her. It’s bad enough I left her for this long. But I’ll give you my phone number. Maybe you could call me?” She offered it up, praying inside he’d accept, because if he played it cool or acted like he didn’t want to see her again, tears were gonna fall. Shit, why was she being such a schizo right now? Peter’s face wasn’t giving anything away. He was a guy, and even though it was his first time, he probably had some gene that would let him get up and walk away without ever seeing her again.
“Yes. Give me your number. I’ll call you. When can I see you again?”
She reached for her leotard to hide the smile now emerging on her mouth. “Don’t know. Soon. Why don’t you give me your number, and I can call you?”
“No. That won’t work.” He shook his head.
“What, you don’t have a phone?”
“No.”
She spun to stare at him. “What planet do you live on?”
“Earth,” he replied seriously. “I have access to a phone, but it’s a public one, so I can call you.”
“Okay. Do you have anything to write with?”
“No. But I’ll remember it.”
She threw him a face. “Nice try. Don’t bullshit me. If you don’t want to see me again, just tell me the truth. Don’t lie.”
He stood quickly, still naked, and pulled her up against his body. Holy shit, was that his…yep. He had an erection again. “I’m not lying. I have a good memory. I promise I’ll remember your number, and I will call you.”
She didn’t think. Her body acted on reflex, and she grabbed his head to pull him in for a kiss that had her wanting him all over again. The leotard dropped from her hand, and he backed her against the tree, kissing her all the while. Her legs came up, and he easily caught her thighs, holding her in place as his dick found its way back inside her.
“Peter,” she cried. “I…” She lost her words, and hung on for the ride as he thrust up hard, filling her. She hadn’t thought this position was possible, and it wouldn’t have been except with a man as strong as Peter, who seemed to hold her effortlessly, and his movements wrung yet another orgasm out of her.
This time, they could be seen from the concert grounds if anyone looked, but she didn’t care. It was summer and they were young. It felt as though her body had been meant for Peter Shepard to screw her repeatedly in a field.
She came before he did, and she clung to him, as he continued to take her against the tree. Her back would show the marks tomorrow, but it didn’t hurt. Nothing hurt. She was free-floating in a haze of pleasure. Finally, he gave a last thrust, then lowered her legs slowly. Her cheeks were rubbed raw from the roughness of his cheek, despite the fact he was clean-shaven. Her palms flattened over his dark-brown buzz cut, and the short soft bristles tickled.
“I believe you,” she said at last.
He gave her a quizzical look.
“You will call me.”
She gave him her phone number, which he repeated back to her once, and then he nodded, satisfied he had it memorized. She was impressed. She’d never remember someone’s phone number without writing it down. They got dressed and walked back toward the crowded concert audience hand in hand. Tears pressed against her eyelids and she blinked them back. She was being foolish since there was no reason to cry. Peter said he’d call, and she believed him. Yet, why did she feel as if she was about to lose something important in her life the minute she released his hand?
Peter strode quickly through the corridor of the campus’s main office building. There was a smile on his face, and it had been there since the concert. It wasn’t just that he’d had sex twice with a beautiful girl. It was that he’d felt a connection to her, and now he was going to try to call her. He’d timed it just right so he could enter the main office building and get through the hallway quickly without meeting anyone. Shit, Doctor Rovinsky was coming toward him.
“Doctor,” Peter said, inclining his head and trying to look too busy to chat.
“Peter, my boy. How are you doing?”
“Well. Busy.”
“Heard you set a new record on the mile track.”
“Uh, yes, sir.” He’d run the mile the morning after returning from the concert. Speed had burst from him as if sex had supercharged him. He edged away, hoping Rovinsky wasn’t feeling chatty. He wanted to call Allison when she got home from work. She’d told him she worked nights at the local movie theater scooping popcorn and pulling sodas. She’d made it sound like a menial labor job, but to a guy who’d never even been to the movies, it sounded cool.
“Well, have a good afternoon.”
“Thank you, sir. You, too.” He didn’t wait to wave him off, and stepped quickly toward an office he knew would be empty at this time in the afternoon. Commander Bright was out on the shooting range doing target practice, and Peter could sneak in to use his phone.
He dashed into the office, closing the door behind him, and picked up the handset and spun the numbers he’d memorized at the concert.
It rang twice; then a young boy’s voice answered.
“Hello, may I speak to Allison Macclesfield, please?” He’d never had a reason to call anyone before, so he wasn’t quite sure about his phone etiquette. His lack of knowledge was stupid. The powers in charge expected him and his cohort to go out into the world as super-secret soldiers, but how were they supposed to be effective if they were kept isolated and out of touch with the rest of humanity? If he were in charge, he’d let The Program residents off campus more freely. No one would ever suspect that there were genetically enhanced soldiers walking amongst them. He physically didn’t look any different. Well, maybe a little different. From what he’d observed at the concert, a lot of Americans were kind of out shape. Peter had muscles everywhere a male was supposed to.
“Hold on,” the boy said. Then Peter had to pull the handset away from his ear as the boy shrieked, “Aaalllissoooon. Phoooone.” Then silence. He waited a minute and debated hanging up. Maybe she hadn’t really wanted him to call. And then her slightly husky voice spoke, and he relaxed back into his seat.
“Hello? Who is this?”
“It’s me. Peter.” A grin split his lips at the sound of her voice. “From the concert,” he added in case she had a few friends named Peter.
“Peter. Wow, you don’t play around.”
“What do you mean?” Had he done something wrong?
“We met yesterday. Usually when a guy says he’ll call, he means minimum three days from then, usually a full week.”
“Oh, sorry. Should I call back next week?”
“No.” Her answer came through the line immediately. “I love that you called.”
“Then I’m glad I called.” They stopped talking, and he sat with a goofy grin cradling the handset as if it were as precious as Allison. A quiet cough came over the line.
“Peter? You still there?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. I’m not used to speaking on the phone. What do you normally talk about with your friends on the telephone?”
; She giggled huskily. “I don’t know…stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“School, boys, music, movies, my day.”
He frowned. There was nothing on that list he could talk about except for the last thing, which he seized upon. “How was your day?”
“Not as good as yesterday.”
“What happened yesterday?”
“I met this great guy, and we”—her voice lowered—“had amazing sex.”
The grin was back on his face. Yesterday had been the best day of his life. He wanted more days like it. Unfortunately, due to his situation, they’d have to be stolen moments. “What about today?”
“We didn’t have sex today,” she said teasingly.
He gave a low laugh, and felt his heart fill with something he’d never felt before. Tenderness toward a non-family member. “What about at work?”
“I didn’t have sex at work either,” she said.
It took him a moment to realize she was kidding around. “I meant how was your work day?”
“I knew what you meant, but I love teasing you. It’s so easy.”
He had no idea whether he was an easy mark to tease or not. No one had ever tried to tease him before. Allison was the only person he’d met who didn’t know he was the very first genetically enhanced baby born to the US government’s secret Program. His life was full of medical tests and physical challenges along with IQ tests. Not teasing. Never jokes. Sometimes the older soldiers joked around, and he envied them their camaraderie. They’d hang out in the lounge, watching TV, and sometimes Peter would join them, but he never felt like one of the guys.
Some days, he felt like he was the only person in the world capable of stopping the Soviet Union’s nuclear threat. Like he’d have to hammer down the Berlin Wall singlehandedly. It was refreshing as hell to talk to a pretty girl who put no pressure on him.
She liked him for him, and she didn’t even know him. Not the real him.
“Work was boring,” she said. “It was a beautiful summer day, and everyone was outside. I think I sold two tubs of popcorn to the only two creeps who came to the theater. I don’t think they even wanted to eat the popcorn. They just needed the giant tubs to hide themselves jacking off in the last row. Losers.”
