Dan Stern

We twisted through the aisles of parked cars at the end of the high school day while everyone was in high school but us. We had returned to our collegio for…I don’t know what—a chance to see our friends, old lovers, what we left behind—I don’t know. Part of me guessed it was a test that we both planned for each other. A test that the results of would determine who loved who more.
The perfect score would be to walk away so that the other would regain his rightful place back in this heartbreak of society. But we were selfish teenagers hardly 18 yet. That wasn’t love to us—it was betrayal.
So we stayed firmly in our spots with our hands locked waiting to see if anyone would recognize us as they huddled and tussled through the hallways and doors. But no one gave us a glance, interpreting from our youthful faces that we belonged there. But inside we felt it boiling over the kettle that we in fact did not.
After a few minutes he looked at me, squeezing my hand gently, “Come on. There’s nothing for us here anymore.”
Somehow that made my gut gurgle and my soul do butterfly strokes through my veins.
I nodded and we walked backward toward our parked $1000 car that was reliable in all the ways it was not beautiful. It wasn’t that he lead me or he followed, it was more of we just went.
I stopped at the door to the back seat and motioned toward it,”I’m gonna take a nap.”
He nodded, knowing that if it were here or anywhere I would fall asleep. In the car, in the bed, in the library where he and his gir- we didn’t think about that. I got into the back while he started the car and I mushed all our clothes into a pillow.
He drove for some half miles in blissful neutrality, no music to accompany this moment. I felt him pull over to the side of the road and didn’t bother to peek up from my drifting. I knew if it were important he would wake me.
“Hey…”
I heard him whisper somehow close to me. I let my eyes flutter like my heart as I felt his body press on top of me. I bit my lip to stop from smiling but his hand took hold of my chin and he kissed it and I was sleeping beauty and everything was awake.
“I said ‘Hey…’”
I nodded,”So?”
“So…” His lips dangled over mine like a treat that would be given if I played dead or danced on my feet. “Kiss me.”
My arms circled his middle, pulling his chest to my breast. I closed my eyes, licking my lips, knowing the tip of my tongue would brush his mouth from its nearness,”No.”
“No?” He sounded genuinely confused. Probably because I was holding him tighter and closer.
“I’m sleeping,” I whispered. “You have to wake me up.”
“How do I do that?” He asked with his lips on my chin.
I let my grip release him as I shrugged,”I don’t know. You’re the smart one.”
“No you’re sma-“
“Shhhhh”
I whispered as I pushed my knee up against his crotch. He got the message. He crawled down me and pulled on the already low cut dress I was wearing. He kissed at my bare breast because with him I didn’t have to where a bra anymore. I let out a little moan to encourage him to go on. He was teasing, he already knew how I like it.
His mouth wrapped around my nipple and sucked on it lightly while his fingers worked to break apart yet another dress. The first had been scissored off and I made sure that every repair was weaker than the last—I knew we both secretly thought it was hotter when he ripped it with his bare hands.
My fingers trailed up the back of his shirt as he nibbled, nipped, and gnawed on my breast. I gripped onto the hem of his shirt tightly, bucking my hips slightly from the pleasure I was getting from this. He always left my tits so tender after our little sexcapades that they were forever one of the most sensitive parts of my body.
My hands grabbed at the back of his head, my fingers tugging on his hair as I whimpered,”S-Stop.”
“Are you awake?” He asked with my boob half in his mouth.
I shook my head, biting my lip in anticipation. He leaned upward, flopping my boob out of his mouth so that we can face me, his fingers creeping down my body and to my vaj; I also wore no underwear with him.
He caressed the mouth of my cave, slippery with want. I almost couldn’t take it, but then again…I couldn’t just kiss him could I? My eyes shut tighter as I lifted a leg up against the back seat and let my other go slack under him, giving his adventurers a new opening.
His finger circled around the ovaled around to make my lips spread as far apart as they could on their own. He knew what my vaj could do better than I could. He kissed at my neck while his finger dived deep into the hidden canal.
I jumped up but he pushed me right back down. I moaned in protest but he added another finger, propelling them both in and out with little regard for my sanity. His thumb traced over everything that wasn’t being satisfied and it was easy to identify when he found my…rosebud.
I turned my face toward his, biting on his cheek to keep in a few squeals that were on their way of escaping. Like a starving monster my vaj swallowed his fingers, aching for his touch.
I begged,”Give me your dick! Please!”
“Kiss me!” He smirked but I shook my head, pulling my face away to the open air away from him.
His fingers were removed and I tried to calm myself, my own hand reaching down to replace his but it was no good. Damn I was so wet.
I peeked my eyes open to see what he was doing in time to watch the head of his circumcised penis nuzzle my fingers away. I was so happy he was jewish and I let him no that as I bucked my hips up, making his cock go in the rest of the way.
He leaned over me, his hands resting on either side of my head on the seat. He began thrusting into me with reckless enthusiasm while my hands dropped down his back. My nails digged into his skin when my moaning wasn’t enough to express everything I was going through. I pushed him closer to me as my legs wrapped around his waist, my thighs squeezing his poor hips, urging him to go faster.
He obeyed, knowing my every movement and being able to decipher them in less than four seconds. I loved him! I did and did and I wouldn’t let him know as his penis parted my proverbial seas. I thrashed my hips against his, arching my back so that my vagina chocked on every bit of him.
His lips moved toward mine and I knew what he was planning. I tried to move my mouth away but suddenly he was hitting my spot and I was paralyzed with pleasure and could only squeal or whine or groan.
His lips on mine was the addition I needed so I wrapped my arms around his neck, under his shirt, and pulled him to me as my walls spasmed and milked his dick until we were both screaming in orgasm. I made sure my vagina milked him whole, not wanting any cum on the upholstery or any of his seed to go to waste.
But when that was done I kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me, shifting us so we were on our side and our mouths were in sync with each other and gravity. My fingertips ran over my scratches while his ran the ones he had made not so long ago.
I burned for his lips but I would never tell him; never ever tell him so.
An hour later we were snuggled up close and he whispered,”You love me.”
I said,”You know I do.”
“Say it.” He pushed.
“You first.” I countered.
Then we were silent.
“You love me.”
“You know I do.”