“You’re going to have to try the deep-fried Twinkie. It’s a delicacy.”
She giggles, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face, and then pats her hips. “Hmm, sounds very healthy. I don’t think my hips would approve.”
Even if she’s kidding, the joke falls flat. I reach for her hand and stop her forward momentum, pulling her into me. She gives me a startled look.
“You are perfect, Brinly. A Twinkie or elephant ears aren’t going to change that.”
To prove my sincerity, I place one hand on her hip, the other I slide behind her neck, the silky-curtain of hair slipping through my fingertips. She stares up at me with bright turquoise eyes, her lips parting as if to refute what I’m saying. But I won’t let her. I kiss her instead.
She tastes sweeter than cotton candy or sugared mini-donuts. Her lips form to mine and part for me, as I slide my tongue into the seam of her lips and sweep it over her teeth. I capture her moan in my mouth, as the sound reverberates down my spine.
The brush of her breasts against my chest sends sparks of lightning down to my toes and back up again, landing in my crotch. My dick twitches when it feels the heat of her radiating from under her skirt.
Realizing where we are – standing in the middle of a sidewalk – as town people stroll on by, has me reluctantly putting an end to the kiss. I pull back and am pulverized by the look on Brinly’s face. A hint of amusement, a lusty fire simmering in her eyes and a grin that is both wicked and sweet at the same time.
“I know I’ve already said it, and I’m not that poetic, but you are so beautiful, Brin.” I lean in for one last kiss.
“Your kisses are like poetry,” she replies, her cheeks blooming with a rosy color. “And I love poetry.”
Grinning like an idiot, I take her hand and place it in mine, weaving our fingers together as we head toward the carnival lights and sounds.
We spent the next two hours indulging our senses with sugary and fattening fair foods, playing unwinnable carnival games (although, I did win her a small bear after the twentieth dollar at the ring toss game), and riding a few rides which Brinly deemed as “safe and not life threatening.”
In my mind, it was the perfect date.
Our hands were interlaced the entire night and as we walk back toward my car, I can feel that buzz of electricity in the air between us. The one that’s been there since the moment I met her but has only intensified the more I get to know her.
Brinly is the perfect girl. She’s sweet and funny, smart and witty, and is remarkably built. A fairytale princess with a little dash of seductress.
I unlock the car doors and am about to open it when Brinly surprises me. She grabs me behind my neck, pulls me down and locks her lips with mine.
My body dials it up a hundred degrees and I’m instantly turned on. I wrap my arms around her trim waist, fingers splayed behind, dusting over the curve of her ass. I want to sink my fingers into the flesh there and drag her skirt up to feel the soft skin that lies underneath.
Goddamn, she tastes like cotton candy and soda. So sweet that I’m getting a sugar high from her kisses and moans and the clutch of her fingers at the fringe of my hairline.
I crowd into her, pressing her firmly against the car door, drawing my hand up her back and around to the underside of her breast. It doesn’t even bother me that we’re out in the open, although there is little to no traffic at this time of night and no one around on the sidewalks.
Trailing up the sweet curves of her breast, my thumb strokes lightly over her pebbled nipple, poking through the material of her sweater. Her fingers tighten into my scalp as she lets out a lusty moan. A different kind of energy swirls and sizzles between us now. It’s increased in intensity and burns me to my core.
I slip my hand underneath her sweater, finding the delicate flesh of her belly, delighting in the way it ripples under my touch. My own stomach clenches in response, my cock straining against my jeans with an urgency I’ve never felt before.
My fingers find treasure when I flick over the pebbled tight bud of her nipple. I stroke my tongue in her mouth, imitating what I would do if it was her nipple that I was sucking and licking. Her breasts spill out over the cup of her bra and slip it down, exposing the fullness of her tits, my hand warming against her flesh.
I’ve practically surrendered to her pants and squirms underneath my ministrations, my cock thoroughly enjoying the friction that her pelvic movements give with every thrust and swirl of her pelvis against my groin.
“Brin,” I pant out her name, breathless from the torture this causes me. “We should get in the car.”
My voice seems to startle her as she drops her hands from my head and looks at me with alarm in her blue sapphire eyes.
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
I chuckle, amused by her response. “You and me, both. That was…wow.”
She worries her bottom lip with a shy smile. “I kind of forgot where we were.”
I usher her into the front seat and consider my options as I head to my side. Opening the door, I sit down but don’t start the car. My eyes latch onto hers and in the dark they look like a vast, deep lagoon.
“I…we should…”
