In the next moment, I had arms full of Jessy. This kind ofthing did not happen in real life – but this wasn’t a dream. Jessy really was pinning me against the wall of the photo booth, and she really was kissing me, her hips pressing into mine.
A moment not kissing Jessy was a moment wasted.
We’d kissed before, but this was different. This was private, but still so public, risking interruption with every frantic second. The Jessy kissing me now was unrestrained, the heat in her pouring into me, as her hands made their way under my shirt.
‘Patrick,’ she whimpered, and fuck, I needed to hear more of that desperately.
And I knew exactly how.
‘Patrick!’ Jessy’s eyes were wide as my hand skimmed along her thigh and up under her sundress, my thumb brushing the fabric of her pants.
Gritting my jaw with aching self-control, I tried not to moan as we continued to kiss – the music pounding just on the other side of the curtain, Jessy nibbling my lip, my right hand stroking, slowly slipping past the fabric to –
Fuck. I wasn’t going to last long.
Jessy’s legs began to quiver either side of me. As she ground down on to my fingers, I realized I hadn’t been the only one holding back.
‘I’ve wanted to do this for weeks,’ I murmured as I trailed kisses down her neck, forcing myself not to lose it, all while my two fingers slowly slid into her. ‘God, Jessy, you feel amazing.’
She did. Trying not to think about just how fucking good it would be to sink myself into her, I carefully stroked and teased, trying to build a rhythm to give her pleasure.
And that was when I discovered that Jessy was a vocal girl.
‘Yes – yes, there,’ she moaned, tipping her head back and leaning almost all her weight on to my other arm, which had snaked around her waist. ‘Yeah – harder – harder – yes …’
It was exhilarating, hearing the effect I had on her as I kept stroking and I quickened my pace, my thumb circling intently as her whimpers increased.
‘Oh – oh – oh God I’m so close,’ she groaned, and it was all I could to do concentrate, to keep the rhythm. ‘Patrick – Patrick –’
Her moans of pleasure swiftly became a cry of ecstasy. I could feel her coming around my fingers and I captured her mouth with mine to keep anyone from hearing.
And then it was over.
Jessy leaned on me, collapsing with exhaustion.
‘That,’ she managed, ‘was … great. But now I really don’t want to go back into that party.’
She wasn’t the only one.
Giving a woman pleasure like that – seeing her lose herself …
There was nothing like it.
And after sharing that withJessy, feeling her breathing quicken, sinking my fingers into her …
I needed more. Instead of ebbing, my hunger for her had only grown stronger – but as the music from outside the booth started to encroach back into our peaceful corner, I knew I would have to wait.
‘We can’t stay here,’ I muttered regretfully. ‘Even if I want to.’
As her breathing slowed, Jessy gently leaned away. ‘I’d rather stay here.’
I laughed at the sight of her pout. I knew how she felt.Here in this dark photo booth there were no expectations, no fame or fortune. We were just Jessy and Patrick, two people who wanted each other. Who liked each other.
When we finally stumbled out of the booth, I was almost certain everyone could see on our faces just what we’d been doing – but I didn’t care.
I glanced at Jessy and saw her flushed cheeks, mussed hair, that languid smile.
I wanted to do something else wild – something I could look back on, when Jessy had disappeared from my life, and know that what we had was special, even if it could never last.
