Yes… I moan into my pillow, my pussy aching for him.So cruel.
He slides a finger up my sex. “You’re so wet, baby.”
“C’mon, Noah,” I beg. “Stop teasing.”
He presses his mouth against my lower back and kisses me softly. “Okay… enough. I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t…”
I hear the rip of the condom wrapper, and I close my eyes in anticipation. Before long, I feel him press against me and I eagerly guide him along. As he sinks slowly into me, careful not to hurt me, I press myself deeper against his hips, wanting all of him. My core warms, and my eager body aches for that release.
I can feel him losing control as he pushes into me harder, faster. I love every second of it, and revel in the feel of him inside me as he brings me closer with every thrust.
My hands grip the sheets when I finally reach my release. I lose all inhibitions as my cries fill the room.
“Fuck, I love hearing you,” Noah groans and pushes into me harder as I’m still climaxing. I feel his release as he tenses into me, and I hear his pleasure as he muffles his groans against my back.
When we both come to, I turn to him and smile shyly.
He grins back. “I think I might be madly in love with you,” he whispers, before kissing me again.
* * *
Izzieand I would often lie on my bed, and just stare at the ceiling, not a care in the world. My room was very boyish. There was hardly any indication that a girl slept there. A baseball and gloves, and boyish clothing were scattered here and there. That’s what happens when you grow up with two older brothers, and are forced to wear their hand-me downs. If my mother had been alive, she would have never let me wear boy clothes. Hockey cards were stuck all over the wall because I was a huge Blackhawks fan. My bed was always unmade. The dresser drawers were permanently opened, clothing hanging over the edges.
I turned on my side to face Izzie. “So are you going to show me what’s in that bag?”
She smiled playfully. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.”
I stared down at the oversize pink purse she’d stolen from her mom. She was hiding something in there and she had yet to show me. “C’mon, Izzie. Stop being such a tease.”
I reached for the bag and grabbed it before she could stop me. I’d expected something juicy, something very inappropriate, of a sexual nature, but not this. “What?”
The handcuffs were shiny, and my bedroom light fixture was reflected in them. I fished in the purse and found the accompanying key. “What are you doing with these? Where did you get these?”
She smiled playfully. “Under my parents’ bed. They’re into all kinds of kinky shit.”
I didn’t follow her for a second, until I remembered that yes, some couples like to play cop and robber in the bedroom. I wondered who played the cop. Adele or Bobby? I pictured them for an unfortunate second or two. “You’re not handcuffing me to anything.”
“No, no. Not you, silly… Jimmy McNaughton.”
Izzie never considered herself fat before Jimmy made that remark. Now she found herself staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, all the while plotting her revenge.
“So this is the plan. We’ll go over to his place and ask him if he wants to hang out. He’ll say yes because he has this huge crush on me.” She sighed, as if this was such a hardship. “Then we’ll head to the forest behind the sand dunes and we’ll grab him. I’ll be in charge of cuffing him to the tree.”
I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing.
“Do you think you can handle that?” she asked me.
“Um… I guess… I think so.” I thought this was all a little too much, but I did hate Jimmy, and agreed that he had it coming. “Then what? Are we just going to leave him there?”
Izzie shrugged. “Sure. Someone will find him sooner or later. Lots of people walk by there.”
Jimmy McNaughton was watching television when we knocked on his door. He seemed surprised to see us, and couldn’t take his eyes off Izzie. Of course, he agreed to go hang out with us when Izzie asked him, batting her eyelashes ever so slightly. He seemed a little confused by Izzie’s sudden interest in him but he didn’t question it too much.
Jimmy walked between the two of us with a bounce in his step. “Let’s go see what Steph is up to.” Jimmy and Steph had been good friends since kindergarten. They were best buddies.
“No, no. Let’s just hang out. Just the three of us,” Izzie insisted. She had the cuffs hidden in her pink backpack, which Jimmy failed to notice. He was much too preoccupied with Izzie’s short shorts and skimpy little halter top.
Izzie fiddled with her ponytail as she often did when she was up to no good. “Let’s go to the sand dunes and watch the bikes.”
