“No, my father says I’m staying there.” I barked out a low laugh that was bitter. “I guess he figured it was less he had to see of me, while still keeping tabs on what I was doing.”
Sunny smiled, looking guilty. “Is it wrong I’m excited at the thought of sharing a cabin with girls my age and not my sisters?” Then she giggled. It was one of my most favorite sounds in the world.
“And now I know you’ll be there all the time? This is perfect.”
A glimmer of excitement lit my belly and I grinned. “Yeah. He wants me home every Sunday to ‘report in,’ as he calls it, but other than that, I’m free.” It had been the only good piece of news he had given me when he informed me how I would be spending my summer.
“See?” Sunny smiled, the expression lighting her entire face. “It’s actually great.”
I hunched over the table. “I wish I could kiss you.”
“Tonight. Our spot.”
Our spot.
The deserted camping ground not far from where Sunny lived. Easy for her to get to, and a place no one would ever look for me. We’d walk through the woods and sit by the water’s edge. Our favorite thing was to build a small fire and sit and talk for hours. On rainy or cold nights, we’d sit in my car. We could be us there with no one watching.
I winked. “Looking forward to it.”
2
Linc
I pulled away from Sunny’s mouth, my breathing hard. The same with my dick. It was always hard when we were close.
The day had turned cloudy, the skies dark and the rain intermittent. My car was a warm, private place, and we were taking full advantage of it.
Sunny’s eyes were clouded with desire, her lips swollen from mine. She followed my movements, her face staying close.
“More, baby.”
I groaned. Making out with her was, by far, my favorite thing to do. But we hadn’t gone much further. The back seat of my Honda wasn’t overly roomy, and I didn’t want our first time to be rushed and cliché. There was a lot of touching, groping, fondling, and kissing, but nothing else.
“I can’t,” I moaned as her tongue traced a path up my neck. “Sunny, you have to stop.”
I shouted as she ran her hand down my torso and pressed her hand to my cock that was straining against my jeans.
“I could make you feel good. Let me.”
She’d been demanding more every time we were together. I couldn’t resist her. I didn’t want to resist her.
“Only if you let me too.”
Straddling my thighs, she was every fantasy I had ever had, hovering over me. The sunroof allowed the dim moonlight to filter into the back of the car as the clouds lifted. Sunny’s hair was rumpled from my hands, falling in masses of messy waves down her back. Her loose T-shirt hung off her shoulders, the strap of her camisole pushed away by my eager hands. I loved her soft skin. How it tasted under my tongue. Felt under my touch. I wanted to feel all of it. All of her.
She bit her lip, then nodded. I pulled her back to my mouth.
In seconds, we were a mass of fingers and lips. Her tongue on mine was sweet and soft. The sound of my zipper being pulled down was loud in the car—the metal teeth opening, her fingers fumbling on the button, and then the feel of her hand wrapped around my dick. I groaned at the sensation. It was so different from my own hand. Softer, more hesitant.
Better.
She began to stroke me. Gently.
“Harder, Sunny.” I wrapped my hand around hers. “Like this,” I whispered, my cock jumping as she worked me. “Yes. Like that.”
Our mouths fused together again. Bravely, I ran my hand up the back of her leg, slipping it between her thighs and finding the sweet secret they hid. I dipped my finger inside of her, finding it slick and ready.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so soft. So wet.”