“Oh my God, Allie,” he whispered in my ear with desperation. “You’re not wearing anything under your skirt?” and his jaw dropped. I took my hand, placed it under his chin, and closed his mouth again.
“My biker shorts were wet from the game, so I took them off in the car on the way here,” I whispered.
He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. “That’s not the only thing that’s wet,” he said, as he leaned in closer to my ear and nipped at my earlobe. His fingers started to move ever so lightly against the outside of my bare skin, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he looked around the room, then back at me, pretending like we were having a conversation. Suddenly, the tip of his finger found my clit, but I reached under the table and grabbed his hand to stop him again so that I didn’t make a scene.
“Not here,” I said quietly, again.
“Please,” he begged. “Take off my hoodie and put it over your lap,” he said, with a tone that sounded increasingly desperate.
I paused, looked around, and then obliged. Then I motioned for him to hold the end of the sleeve with his free hand so that I could pull my arms out without pulling my whole jersey off. Quickly, I peeled it up over my head and spread it across my lap so that he could continue. His thumb found my clit again and drew light circles around it as two fingertips slowly swirled around in my wetness and gently dipped in and out of me. My chin dropped to my chest, and my brain sent a surge of warmth to the spot between my legs as I resisted the urge to breathe heavily in public, then, I leaned my head over to rest on his shoulder and buried my face into his neck. Just then, the server arrived with our sundaes, and I jolted my head up as he slipped his fingers out of me and smirked.
“Who’s ready for some dessert?” she asked as she set them on the table in front of us.
“I sure am,” he said, as he looked at me with a devious smile. As the server walked away, he leaned in to me and whispered, “But I’ll have to finish you later.” I blushed, and then he raised his two fingers to his mouth and slowly sucked them clean. “Mmm,” he said as he eased them from his mouth. I was speechless as I peeled the paper from my straw and began to work on my milkshake. He just watched as I sucked gulps of mint chocolate chip milkshake into my mouth.
“What?” I asked, feeling like his eyes were boring into me.
“Lucky straw.”
“Oh my God, you’re going to get us kicked out of here!”
Once we finished our ice cream, he walked me to my car and leaned me up against the side.
“Knowing you have nothing under your skirt is killing me right now, Allie.”
“Sorry. But I really need to get home,” I said, trying to keep from causing a scene in the parking lot. I couldn’t help but feel that everyone in the restaurant was surely watching us out the window.
“Ugh. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, and then he pulled me in for a kiss, and we said goodnight.
By the time I arrived home, it was already starting to get dark, and Mom and Amy were sitting at the dinner table, about to eat dinner. As soon as I walked in the door, Amy gave me an empty look.
“Allie, where have you been?” Mom asked.
“I went out for ice cream after the game to celebrate,” I replied.
“Oh, did you win?” she asked, with a faint upturn of inflection.
“Yep. I’m going to grab a quick shower first, if that’s okay. I’ll be back down in a few minutes.”
After my shower, I went back downstairs to dinner. Everyone had already cleared out of the kitchen, and Mom was washing the dishes. My plate was still on the table, so I put it in the microwave to heat it up.
“Do you have homework tonight?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll get it done right after dinner. I wanted to tell you about the meetings that I had with some amazing coaches today,” I said between bites.
“Meetings? What do you mean by meetings?”
“Yeah, at school, it was after the game with three coaches from D1 schools. Why didn’t you come to the game? It was our biggest of the season,” I said with obvious disappointment.
“Sorry, honey, I had some errands to run. So what were the meetings about?”
“They were all interested in me playing field hockey for their programs after I graduate.”
“Well, that’s nice. Can you please start the dishwasher after you put your plate in when you’re finished?” and then she walked out of the kitchen.
Bummed with her reaction, I sighed, turned back around, and picked through the stuffed red bell pepper that I didn’t care for at all. Once again, all Mom cared about was academic achievements.
After getting my homework done, I got into my pajamas and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, where Amy was at the sink washing her face. She looked straight ahead into the mirror without saying a word, so I broke the silence.
