I store that in my mind for later. Wonder how many Austin Millers there are in Virginia? If he still lives there.
“Do you think you can top that?” she asks, her voice playful again.
“Top what?”
“Your first time? Was it more memorable than that?”
“Let’s not compare.”
“Oh, come on! Tell me. It’s only fair.” She wiggles her toes in my hand, making me realize I’d quit rubbing, too lost in my head. I continue again, putting more effort into it now, hoping to ease some of her pain.
“It was nothing special. I was fifteen and didn’t have a goddamn clue what I was doing.”
“Fifteen,” she tsks. “Young.”
“That’s one year younger than you.”
“Whatever, go on.”
“That’s literally it. We were at her house. Her parents went to the store, and it was over in six minutes.”
She laughs. “Hey, six minutes is impressive for your first time.”
“That was the whole ordeal, foreplay and all. I didn’t even know where the clit was. I had no business doing that shit. But I made it my mission to perfect my craft.”
“I’d say you’ve done alright since then.”
I grin. “Yeah? You think I’m a good fuck, May?”
“Oh my God,” she sighs, attempting to pull her foot back, but I don’t let her.
I grasp her ankle, drag her closer to me, and start tickling her stomach as she squirms, trying to get away.
“Stop!” She snorts, swatting me, and I eventually let her free. She doesn’t go far, keeping her legs in my lap.
I missed this. Teasing her and talking to her. Fighting with her is fun, it turns me on, but this is fun…content. Soothing. Good for my fucking soul.
“I’m sorry for being a dick and kicking you off the bus,” I say again, hoping she knows how much I mean it. “It wasn’t the same without you.” It really wasn’t. It felt emptier somehow. The emptiness was so loud it was practically screaming. Now that she’s back it’s silent, comfortable.
Her tone is sassy. “Obviously.”
She goes back to her show, and my hand skates up her bare leg. She’s in some type of sleep shorts, probably silk. Those are her favorite kind.
She doesn’t tell me to stop, just keeps staring at the TV while I massage her calf, then her thigh. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to slide my hand inside her shorts and massage her pussy with my fingers. Slide nice and deep, in full strokes, dragging out her pleasure until she’s writhing and begging me to let her come. And I would, I’d give it to her. Then I’d make her clean my fingers, and she’d get so fucking turned-on she’d take my cock out and suck me dry. But we wouldn’t stop there.
No. Once I came down her throat, she’d climb on my lap and ride me good and slow, untilIwas the one begging to come.
My cock thickens. I place her foot right on my lap, then continue to work her muscles between my fingers. Her gaze hasn’t left the screen, but her breathing is more audible now.
My grip tightens, and she moans. “That feels good.”
“Yeah?” I whisper.
“Mhm.”
Fuck. I spread my legs, and her foot flinches against my cock. Not sure if it was on purpose, but even the slightestbrush of her on me has me throbbing. I’d take fucking her toes right now if she’d let me. I just need something. I’d rather have her feet than someone else’s pussy. That’s how hard up I am for her. It’s just because she’s in my face all the damn time. It’ll go back to normal when the tour is over.
Maybe.
