"Don't forget a shirt," my mom calls after me.
When we reconvene at my car in beachy attire, I assume once the doors shut, Amelia will be a floundering mess.
So imagine the shock when she pulls the same move last night, grabbing my unsuspecting face into hers for an eager kiss.
We're making out in my car as it sits idle in the garage, a decision so goddamn stupid I can hardly believe we’re both in agreement. All we need is for my mom or her dad to walk out and catch us.
"Whatever you gave me to swallow last night," she mumbles between kisses, "It must have been drugs. It was drugs. I'm addicted."
My bleeding heart covets statements like that. "Amelia, you sound like a woman obsessed."
"You make me want to do things I've never done to any guy before."
Our lips join back in another frenzied, hurried kiss. She unzips my shorts with intention. Fuck, it feels so good, her soft palm against my hardening arousal. The pressure, the tightness in her grip, the way I'm gasping for air with each stroke…
But then I remember where we are.
"Wait, wait. You can't do that here. I want you to, but our parents—"
"No, you're right. I'm being stupid." Amelia’s shoulders sag as she wipes away a few pieces of hair from her face.
We come to our senses and disappear down the street.
Amelia suggests taking the scenic way to Roasted. I turn onto Highway 101, not all the way soft because Amelia's sexual alchemy is humming inside the car.
It's a cloudless day with miles of blue all around us. Various shades of coastal gradients and pockets of heat drift through the open windows.
When I'm stopped at a red light, Amelia reaches over and unzips me.
"Umm, what are you doing?" I ask, even though it's obvious.
"Can you shut up and let me finish what I started?"
Except she ups the ante by pulling me out of the opening of my shorts and closing her mouth over me.
"Oh my God." My left elbow is perched on the windowsill while I bring a fist to my eyes.
The light is taking forever, but Amelia is taking her time. I savor each swipe of her tongue and pucker of her lips. A car pulls up beside me but my game face is undeceiving as I stare forward. My other hand rests gently on her hair, guiding her at the perfect speed.
"The light is green," I inform her, curious to see if she'll stop.
She doesn't. I'm driving below the speed limit, and I'm grateful there are no other cars approaching behind me.
"Amelia," I choke out, because I've never experienced something so primal. "Your fuc—your fucking lips…"
This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience for me, and I can check off road head on my imaginary bucket list.
The approaching light turns yellow, and I could have blasted through it and made it in time, but I'm about to blast into Amelia's mouth, and I can't be in control of a car when this happens.
Slowing to a stop, I give her fair warning. "I'm about to come, okay?"
She doesn't nod or mumble an acceptance, just keeps going until I erupt.
A car honks behind me as the light turns green, yet I'm on autopilot. My lungs are battered and shredded to pieces as each inhale isn't enough to sustain me.
"What the fuck…" I'm breathless. "No one…has ever done…that…to me."
Do Ihave some sort of magical fluids inside me? It's a fucking awakening for her. She's acting as though she was a virgin prior to me getting my hands on her, and now she can't control herself.
