“Oh, fuck. Keep singing for me, Candi. Keep going, baby!” I grip my hands tighter around her hips, making her movements faster.
“Yes! Andy!” She places her hands on either side of the headrest. “I'm so close.”I never want this to end.
“That's it, baby. Use me to make yourself come.”Her pussy feels so tight, so warm, and so fucking good.“I don't think I'mgoing to last much longer…” I try my best to last as long as I can, but my release chases hers as soon as I feel her dripping on my sensitive skin.
Her body goes lax, and our fast breaths go in sync. She melds with my body, and we sit still connected for what seems like minutes. I wish I could hold her all night, but if I don't get her home soon, there's a chance I may never get this time again.That is, unless I don't sneak back into her room.
“As much as I don't want this night to end, I should probably get you home.” She quietly quivers on my lap, and I do my best not to kiss her again. “I-I think I'm falling in love with you.”Did I just say that out loud? Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck, I hope she didn't hear me. God, but what if she did? Will she even talk to me again?
“Oh, shit! I didn't realize how late it was. My parents are going to kill me!”She didn't say anything about what I said. Maybe she didn't hear it. Fuck, I hope I didn't ruin everything between us.
Everything still feels so tender when she sits up and climbs off my lap. We both dress in awkward silence, minus the sounds of zippers and metal buckles; we only give each other quick glances.Yep… I definitely fucked up.
The drive to her house is just as quiet, aside from the loud voices screaming in my head.Fuck! Did I really just tell her I loved her? What the hell is wrong with you, Andrew?! She's never going to talk to you after this. God, please say something. Make me feel like I didn't fuck everything up and that we still have a chance.
“So…” I begin, turning out of the darkened wooded area. “First date…”
“Uh, yeah. It was unlike any date I've ever been on.”That's good…right?
“Right… same here.”
“You've been on other dates? I-I thought you said you weren't interested in anyone else.” Are you… jealous?I guess I didn't fuck up as badly as I thought I did.
“I'm not. This was my first date…”
“Your first date?”
“Yes. You think it's pathetic, right? I just never wanted anyone else, like I wanted you.”
“It's not pathetic. It's sweet.”
“So, I'm funny and sweet. Is that enough to win a second date with the girl of my dreams?”
“I don't know. Maybe you'll just have to stick around to find out.”
“That, I can definitely do.”
“Where the hell have you been?!” My father's booming voice echoes from the living room. “Do you have any idea what time it is?!”Damn. I thought he and Mom would be asleep by now.
“I'm sorry,” I say with my head down, trying to distract myself with the few scuffs on the dark chestnut hardwood floor in the entryway. “I was with a friend and lost track of time.” His stern expression from behind the brown leather couch gives me chills. “Where's mom?” She’s usually my safety in these situations. Someone to try to calm him down after he’s had a few drinks. I try not to panic when I don’t see her sitting in the matching overstuffed chair next to the arm of the couch.
“Your motheris upstairs. She went to bed hours ago. She was falling asleep in her chair, waiting for you to come home.” He takes a long swig from the long-neck bottle, swallowing whatever Sam Adams has to offer this season.He's been drinking, but not enough that his words are slurring. It'll be okay, Candi. He won't hurt you tonight…God, please still be a little bit sober.I’m trying to take a few deep breaths to ease my agitation, but each exhale is followed by another alcohol induced question.“Is that who dropped you off?” His look shoots daggers in my direction as I hang up my maroon puffer coat on the built-in coat rack. I do my best to balance my hood on the wooden hooks, but the fur around the edge keeps sliding off the blanched paint.Please just stay so I can go up to my room.
“Yes.”If I give him short answers, maybe this interrogation will end early.
“Well, who was it? I know it wasn't Brittany. Her parents just bought her a new Dodge Charger. Which one of your friends drives an old Honda?”
“Umm… you don't know him.”Maybe that wasn’t the right response, and on my way over here, I should have come up with a plan or some kind of lie to keep his intoxicated gears from turning.
“Him?” His eyebrows raise at the question.Nice, Candi. You just earned more questions. Which means, less of a chance to make your way up to your room without the chance of getting verbally crushed.
“Yes, Dad… him.”
“What's his name? Why don't I knowhim,if you're staying out in his car until eleven o'clock at night?!” The volume of his voice begins to rise, and if I wasn’t shuddering outside in the cold, I am now from the tone of his words.
“It's Andy, and he's never been over…”As far as you know.
“Well… are you going to tell me about him?”Dear God, please no.
