“Cut what out?” she asked, blinking back into real-life from where her head had been meandering; a place where Buck starred in her fantasies.
“Licking your lips and squirming around in your seat,” he groaned. “You’re killing me, and we’re still five minutes out from where I want to park.”
Bobbie swiped her tongue out provocatively, on purpose this time, and grinned at him. “You having a problem, Buck?”
She gazed pointedly down at his lap, and saw him sporting something fine, fierce, and insistent behind his zipper.
“Vixen,” he growled, placing his hand over his tumescence to adjust it, making her nipples harden in response.
Oh, yeah.She remembered this well. Buck’s eagerness. Her response. And even thought they’d never acted on it, all the signs had been…prominent.
It had never taken much, fifteen years ago, to get either of them excited, and it looked like time had been kind to them both in that regard. Buck was obviously primed and ready to go, as was she.
The only thing different about the present? Back in high school, as much as they’d wanted to “do stuff”, they’d been extremely responsible kids, and Bobbie had only just turned seventeen. She wasn’t of legal age, so they’d reluctantly decided to wait until they were both settled in college before cementing their bond.
Right.That had worked out for them.Not.
Now, there was nothing stopping them from exploring each other’s bodies in every way, and her nether regions dampened at the thought.
Riding Buck’s cock.
Imagine that.
Bobbie felt a little faint, figuring that it might finally happen. Not today, of course, which sucked. There just wasn’t enough time to make up for fifteen years of being apart, and she had to get back to work soon. Butsomeamount of making out—the minute this flipping van stopped—would go a long way toward relieving the anticipation that was growing exponentially, down below.
Still…How would it feel to have Buck thrusting into her warmth?
She stifled a moan at the thought.
Bobbie wasn’t a virgin any more, having given up that particular cherry to a guy from Portland she’d dated for a few months, several years back. Had she wished it had been Buck who’d been her first? Of course. Even when she’d hated him, believing he’d betrayed her in such a horrible fashion, she’d still missed the hell out of him and ached for the way he’d made her feel so beautiful and desirable.
She’d had one additional partner who’d been…meh.
So therewasa sex-question she hoped Buck would be able to put to rest.
Coupling with those two guys, as she’d briefly done, hadn’t done it for her.
Understatement.
She’d wondered at the time if her lack of enthusiasm was because there was something wrong with her libido, or if it had been her “bang-it-out” partners who had made the experiences so ho-hum?
With how she felt at the moment, just thinking about Buck’s kisses alone, she,duh, had the thought that there was probably nothing amiss with her lady parts.Nope.It had to have been clueless-partner-number-one, and rabbit-speed-number-two who’d been at fault. It justhadto have been.
Bobbie couldn’t wait to affirm those tenets. Because as she sat here next to Buck, every erogenous zone she owned was ramped up and raring to go.
She should have figured it would be like this.
She and Buck had always shared an intense connection. Even though they’d never fucked, they hadn’t been shy as youngsters.Hell, no.They’d talked about a future sex life, and what it would entail. Fantasies were spun and shared, and her reaction to those whispered desires had been very, very normal.
Bobbie just knew that once she and Buck finally “did the deed”, her disappointing memories of sex would vanish completely.
In the past dozen years, before Buck’s return, she’d convinced herself that sex must be overrated. With her two previous lovers she’d felt mildly okay with the act, put up with it, then finished herself to orgasm after they were out-like-a-light and snoring. But with Buck…
Just thinking of him had her clit throbbing with anticipation.
She glanced over at his lap again, and…
Glory be.
