The sun’s about to go down and I should be somewhere else, maybe packing to go back to my aunt’s for the start of school. Blair’s sitting on my knee, facing me. Her hands are up inside my T-shirt and her top is somewhere on the ground with her bra.
Lennox is gone for the week to his friend’s, somewhere just outside Glasgow. The party held by Blair’s parents has ended, their guests now scattered to wherever they came from and everywhere is quiet.
It’s just us and the hawk that’s loitering over the maze.
I pinch her nipples and hear her moan, a sound that makes me smile. Being outside like this with a small but real risk of being caught makes her easier to please.
“Someone will catch us one day.”
She laughs, her hand pushing against my cock which is hard enough to drive nails into concrete. “Do you think they’d stand there and watch or run away embarrassed?”
“I think you want to be caught.”
She leans backwards, taking away her hand and toying with her breasts. Yesterday I watched while she got herself off, fingered herself before rubbing her clit and coming on her hand. She’d lain with her legs spread and pussy dripping, asking me to fuck her and be her first.
Somehow I said no, instead bringing my cock to her mouth and coming down her throat and over her tits. I’d stared at her after, looking at her chest covered with my seed and her fingers back between her legs, her eyes still full of lust.
I’d jacked off later in bed, wishing I’d done it. Wishing I’d taken her virginity, seen my cock smeared with her blood. Been her first.
Her last.
Not my place.
Still not my place.
“I like the idea of someone watching me and it making them hot.”
“That’s called exhibitionism.”
She leans in closer so I can take her tit in my mouth. My hand is between her legs now, pushing down the loose sweatpants she’s worn, mainly because it’s easy access, and dipping under her knickers to her pussy.
She’s wet, wet enough for me to slide two fingers into her easily and she starts to ride my hand.
Her orgasm is quick and she drenches my hand. When I pull it out I lick my fingers, tasting her, sweet and salty.
“I wish…”. She stops, looks at the sky.
“Wish what?”
“Wish that this wasn’t my life. That I could be normal. Have a normal life.”
“You don’t want to be a princess?”
“I never wanted this. I got no choice. I know I’m privileged and have more opportunities than anyone can dream of,” she takes my cock out of my jeans, making it hard to concentrate on what she’s saying. “But it would be nice to be able to go to the cinema or out for a night without being… me.”
“I like you.”
“But not my title.”
I shrug. I can’t lie.
“I’m not interested in politics, Ben. If I could, I’d run a hotel, or be an events organiser. A wedding planner. Events that people could remember; help them have happy memories.”
“You’re about to give me a happy memory.”
She bends down, takes my cock in her mouth, her hand wrapped around the base. I push her sweats down the back of her legs and push a finger in her from behind, imagine it’s me entering her.
My girl.
