I pretend to think for a minute before I give him my honest answer. “Not hungry.” This time I reach over, putting my hand on his thigh. I notice the bulge in his pants and lick my lips. “For food anyways.” I feel the muscle tighten under my touch. The car begins accelerating faster from the action. My body is craving something else. Carter. I want to be in his bed. The car still smells of sex even if we haven’t gotten to that actual part yet. It’s still thick in the air. My body hums with need. The one orgasm he gave me only took off the edge. My body craves more pleasure and I know Carter can give it to me.
Carter may be feeling a little on edge but for once I’m not. Him dropping to his knees in front of me in that bus station and saying the things he did made me give him all my trust. Ironically Carter being a dick was actually showing me how different I am to him. I feel at ease now that I’m near him again. I still worry about what the consequences of my past actions will mean for him but I try to push that to the side for tonight. I want Carter and after his declaration at the bus stop, I know he feels the same. I’m no longer going to act shy about what I want because I know sex with Carter is going to be out of this world. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if for some crazy reason it is awkward because neither one of us has done it before, I know Deuce is going to put his everything into making it good for me. After all, it’s what he’s been doing all along. It’s all so clear to me now. He’s made me stronger and I’m not sure he even knows it. For the first time in my life, he’s made me feel wanted and cared for.
“I’m going to pull this car up to the house. You’re going to get out of the car and go upstairs to our bed. I want you in nothing but my jersey.” His hand reaches over to cup my pussy through my pants. “With your gorgeous legs spread for me. I’m going to eat that sweet pussy again before I fuck you.” His words cause my cheeks to pinken a bit. Even though he has me all worked up, I still caught on to when he called it our bed.
“I’ve heard the girls at school say you don’t let anyone touch your jersey. Won’t even let them sell them. Something about you being superstitious.” I figure that I’ll poke him a little. Plus I enjoy being different to him. That I am something special to him and no rules apply to me.
“You blew all my superstitions to hell when you decided to sleep in my car and eat my damn candy bar.” I laugh at the memory of his facial expression when he saw me eating his precious candy in his fancy-ass car. “I used to think everything had to be perfect and I made all of these ridiculous rules in order to distance myself from all the bullshit that goes on. As soon as you opened that smart mouth of yours, I knew my life was about to change. The day you climbed into my car was the luckiest day of my life.”
If someone had told me a week ago that Carter was going to be saying the sweetest things to me, I would have called them bat shit crazy. Yet, here he is opening himself up to me. I’ve been doing the same. I want to open everything about myself to him. Have a closeness that neither of us have had with anyone else. If I’m reading this right maybe the only person we’ll ever share this with. My heart flutters at the idea. I know we’re young but I can easily see a life with Carter. My Deuce.
“Drive faster, Deuce,” are the only words I can manage to get out. My need for him is growing by the second.
The car comes to a screeching halt and I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out. I practically run into Carter’s house. I can hear him closing the door to the car. I open the front door and make my way to the bedroom. Sadness hits me for a second when I realize that I almost didn’t get to have this experience with him. I hurriedly strip off my clothes and shoes. I make sure to put his jersey on and I climb into our bed. That thought has me feeling safe and happy. I push the jersey up and spread my legs, nervously waiting for Carter to enter the room. My entire body tingles with anticipation.