I head over to my window and look outside. In the distance, I can see the outline of Tyson’s truck. I smile, popping open the window. I’ve never snuck out in my whole life. Not that I need to at my age, but I don’t want Sheila knowing what I’m doing or that Tyson came back.
The second my feet hit the ground I take off on a dead run. Tyson opens the door to his truck, stepping out.
“No.” I throw myself at him. He catches me easily. Without thinking, I kiss him. He groans against my mouth as I press my tongue past his lips. His hold on me tightens. I cling to him. Damn does it feel good to have someone hold me close. To want me the way he does. Even with all the crap that is going on in my life.
“What?” I keep kissing him, moving my mouth down his jaw and to his neck. He tastes good. His fingers dig into my hair.
“Am I dreaming again?”
“You dream of me?”
“Night and day.” I lift my head to look him in the eyes.
“You always come back.”
“Why does that keep surprising you?”
“No one ever stays,” I admit. “They get out of here as soon as they get what they want. Hell, I even want to take the boys and get out of here.”
“One day we will if that’s what you want.”
“Right now I want to keep on kissing you. Can we make out in your truck? Never got to do that.” I missed out on a whole lot in high school. I think Tyson might have always been waiting around for me. He didn’t even go to his prom. I hadn’t either. Not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t afford to.
“All right.” He keeps me in his arms as he walks around to the passenger side of his truck, getting in. I straddle him.
“Tell me your last dream.” He starts to blush, but the overhead light in the truck goes out, hiding it from me. He’s even more handsome when he blushes. “Tell me,” I push.
“You were about to….” He trails off. His cock jerks through his sweatpants. It presses right against my sex. I can feel every hard inch of him. I can’t help but to press myself down onto him. His hands grip my hips. I swear I feel them tremble.
“Say it. Maybe I’ll do it.” I wiggle against his cock. Since that first kiss, my body has come roaring to life with so many desires. I’ve been able to keep them at bay before now, but not anymore. “I dreamt about you too. Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine. You’ve waited long enough, Tyson. Let's make a few of these dreams come true.”
Her words make me dizzy.It’s a good thing I’m sitting down. “Fantasies? I’ve got a thousand of them.”
“Name one.” She puts both hands behind her neck and flips the ends of her hair over her shoulders. It shouldn’t be so damn sexy, but it is.
“You sitting on my face.” My tongue nearly vibrates with want.
She coughs. “Going to the end of the catalog right away?”
“Nah, that’s in the front. First page, actually. The end has things that involve costumes and whips.”
“On you, right? A little French maid costume would look cute on you,” she teases, leaning forward. Her hair falls like a curtain around my face. My hands squeeze her hips.
“I’ll wear a cow costume and moo like a horny steer if that’s what turns you on.” I’m not even kidding.
“I think you’ve hung around Sterling Justice too much.”
Her mouth is like an inch away. “Yes. He’s a bad influence. Thank you for saving me. Now it’s your turn. What’s your fantasy?”
“A spa day.” She nips at my mouth.