I feel a sharp tug on my heart that takes me by surprise and it’s in this moment that I realise I can’t live without this girl. That thought alone scares the shit out of me because I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her, but this girl is slowly stealing my heart, and I’m not sure I want to fight it.
I always thought that I was content with my life, like I couldn’t possibly want or need anything else, but lately, I’ve realised that there’s an empty space inside of me I never knew I had, and Amy is the missing piece I never knew I needed to make me whole. I have no idea what that means or where I go from here, all I know is that I can’t lose her. I need this girl by my side.
As I drive I steal quick glances as she recites the entire backlog of Fleetwood lyrics perfectly and I can’t stop myself from smiling.
She glances up and catches me smiling at her. “What?”
“Nothing. I just like watching you. I love seeing you happy, that’s all.”
“I am happy, here with you.” The smile she gives me steals the air from my lungs and I almost forget I’m driving.
I turn back to the road, realising that the wheels are over the white line and I swerve quickly back into our lane before I get us both killed.
“So, what exactly are we going to find?” she asks.
“Well, I was thinking we should try and keep the GTO as original as possible, and being an old car, parts are hard to come by. Sure, there’s reproductions out there but it’s not the same. We’re going to get a front bumper, I found one on the internet that’s in pretty good shape. It’s not cheap, though.”
“I already told you, money isn’t an issue. I want the car to be the best it can be and I trust you completely.”
My heart swells at her words. I reach across the centre console and place my palm on the top of her thigh, and I hear her inhale sharply.
I glance across to find her eyes fixed on my hand, her mouth parted slightly. I squeeze and go to take my hand away, but before I can, her hand grips mine, fixing it onto her thigh, then slowly guides my hand with her own even higher.
It’s hot out again today, the heatwave still going strong, and she’s wearing a bright yellow, floral summer dress that when she’s sitting down, ends mid-thigh. As my hand glides up her thigh, her dress starts to lift up and my fingers dust across her soft, delicate skin.
I dip my fingers under the hem as my hand climbs higher and higher, slowly sliding between her thighs. Amy is panting beside me, and as my fingers graze the fabric of her panties, she releases a small whimper. I glance over to find her tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as I rub my thumb in circles over her clit.
I keep rubbing, forcing myself to keep my eyes on the road when all I really wanna do is watch her face as I bring her to orgasm.
“Logan,” she moans, her voice strained and quiet. Breathy. “T-Touch me...”
“I got you, babygirl,” I assure her, my cock stiffening in my pants, pressing almost painfully against the confines of my jeans.
She whimpers again and I pull her panties aside, finding her soaked for me, and I dip my finger inside her. She sucks in a breath, her body tensing as I stroke my finger in and out.
She’s so tight and warm and wet, her velvety walls sucking me in deeper as her muscles clench around my finger. I add another, keeping a steady pace while my thumb finds her clit, swollen and sensitive and her body jerks from the contact.
Her breaths quickly become shallow. She’s close.
“Logan... I’m...”
“I know, baby. I want you to come. Come for me, now.”
Her hand grips mine tight just moments before she explodes, bucking and writhing in her seat as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Her thighs squeeze together, clamping around my hand as tremor after tremor wracks through her body. The moans that escape her are music to my ears.
As she slowly begins to come down, her body relaxes, her breathing evening out. I look over at her, finding her head resting against the headrest, her cheeks flushed as she gazes at me, giving me a look of both lust and something else. Something I’m not quite sure of.
I pull out my fingers and bring them to my mouth, the sweet taste of her pussy exploding on my tongue. I catch the shocked expression on her face as she watches me taste her on my fingers and she blushes even more. Her taste is intoxicating, addictive, creating a hunger within me, a craving for more.
∞∞∞
It’s not long before we’re pulling up outside the address the guy gave me over the phone. Somehow, the drive over here wasn’t as tedious and boring as I anticipated, Amy has made it bearable, not to mention extremely fun.
We’ve hardly spoken since she came all over my fingers, and I think she may even be a little embarrassed by the whole thing. God knows why. It was the highlight of my whole fucking year.
Once we’ve picked up the bumper for the GTO, we’re back on the road. It’s now midday and my stomach growls from lack of food. Amy must be hungry too, so I pull into a diner just off the freeway after filling the truck up with gas.
We head inside, old music playing quietly in the background. There’s quite a few other people in the diner besides us and we pick a quiet booth in the back corner away from the others.
