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“Nope. You’re thebestinfluence. That guy has been a jerk to me since middle school. That felt really good.”
“That was also really hot.” She scoots closer to me on her barstool, putting her hand on my thigh and sliding it upward until it’s resting right over my crotch. “Want to go home and makemechoke on a dick?”
“Check, please!”
“Coach, your girlfriend’shere.”
For a minute, I think Josh, one of my seniors, is talking to someone else. Until I turn around and see the most beautiful woman in the world sitting on one of the folding chairs with the small handful of other people who came to watch today’s bowling match. I have to blink a few times before I realize Danny isn’t a figment of my imagination. She didn’t say anything about coming when I left her in bed before work this morning, and she sleepily told me to have a good day, nor during our text exchanges throughout the day about what we should do for dinner when I got home from this match right after school, over on the mainland.
Danny smiles at me and mouths, “Hi,” giving me a little wave. I still have to blink a few more times and shake my head, not even understanding how she’s here right now… and still reeling from the fact that Josh called her my girlfriend.
We’ve never talked about what we’ve been doing over the last week and a half or put a label on it. I know this means something, her showing up to watch me do my thing, and it makes my chest crack wide open, until my heart is racing so fast I feel like I might pass out. No one has ever come up to watch me coach over the years. Not Emily, not Spencer, not even my dad or Dottie, and they’re my biggest supporters. I’ve always told them it’s super boring and that they don’t need to waste their time, and I’ve always been fine just giving them the highlights over the phone when I got home. I mean, not even half these kids’parentscome up to watch their own children bowl. They just drop them off at the ferry dock to me when we have a game away from the island and tell their son or daughter to text them when they’re finished.
The fact that Danny took time out of her day to come up here and surprise me, to just watch me stand around giving encouragement and not even bowl myself, makes me want to jump right past the “what are we” conversation and just beg her to never, ever leave me. My head knows it’s too soon for that, but my heart doesn’t agree.
Danny’s eyes leave mine to glance to either side of her, and then she looks back at me again with a sly smile on her face, quickly grabbing her unbuttoned flannel and pulling it open. Laughter flies out of me when I see the T-shirt she has on under the flannel, with the wordsMy lane is freshly waxedprinted across her chest. She quickly pulls the shirt closed again when a few of the kids on my team turn around to see what I’m laughing about. My heart skips a beat when she blows me a kiss and gives me a thumbs-up, settling back into her seat and crossing her legs. To watch a boring, high school bowling match… for me. Wearing a punny bowling shirt, for me. Putting her day and paintings I know she needs to finish on hold, to support me.
Begging this woman to stay with me forever is getting harder to keep to myself.
Turning back around, I call the team over, and everyone puts their hands on top of each other’s in the middle of our huddle.
“Wildcats, on three!” I shout as everyone starts bobbing their pile of hands up and down as I count, before cheering out the school mascot’s name, then breaking apart to get ready for this match to begin.
Whether we win or not, I already know this is going to be the best game ever. All because of the woman behind me, who cheers louder than everyone when they announce our team, being here to support me without me even asking.
“I don’t knowabout this.”
“You’ll be fine. Just concentrate on driving this golf cart.”
“I’m sorry. You expect my brain to still be in working order right now? I can’t—Oh, sweet fucking hell….”
“Don’t hit a tree.”
I do, in fact, almost hit a tree when Danny dips her head back down and swipes her tongue around the tip of my cock for a second time, which she pulled out of my shorts a few moments ago. Thankfully, it’s pitch-black outside, and for some reason, all the side streets on the island are empty tonight. We’ve been having sex for two weeks now, and every time is amazing and blows my damn mind. I should be used to Danny’s spontaneity by now. But when she asked me to pick her up from the bowling alley after she finished working on the mural for the day, then wanted to take the long way home, I never expected it would be for a blowjob.
“Oh God, Danica….” I can barely get the words out when she wraps her lips around my cock and sinks down, taking me in her mouth as deep as she can go, as we rumble down the street.
A very,verygood blowjob that has me gripping so tightly to the steering wheel as I drive down the empty streets at an alarming rate of speed that I almost yank it right out of the dashboard. Especially when she pulls her mouth back, sucking hard as she goes, then swirls her tongue around the tip again, until I swear to God I almost pass out.
“Jesus… holy shit… ohfuuuck,” I moan loudly as Danny swallows my cock again, bobbing up and down faster and swirling her tongue around my shaft, her warm, wet mouth driving me insane, while I drive this golf cart who the hell knows where.
I quickly jerk the cart to the left and turn down another side street before I crash us into a giant shrub, having no idea where I’m going and not even caring. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone on the road. One of my hands flies off the steering wheel to rest it on the back of Danny’s head as my balls throb and tighten, while I cruise past a row of dark, empty cottages. I quickly turn the cart around another corner, cursing loudly when I feel the vibration of Danny moaning around my cock as she sucks the hell out of me, knowing I’m seconds away from coming, in a golf cart, out in the open, flying down the street.
“Yes! Oh, fuck yes. I’m—”
My orgasm quickly shrivels up and dies, along with my testicles, when I turn another corner and realize where all the people missing from the side streets and cottages have gone.
“Oh no. Oh no, no, no, get up, get up, get up!” I shout, my hand that was gently resting on Danny’s head in my lap now tugging on her ponytail, when people start screaming, shouting, and clapping, and I realize what the hell I just did.
The streets are no longer dark, because I accidentally turned onto Summersweet Lane, with all the flashing lights of the businesses and extra twinkle lights added to the trees just for tonight.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Danny asks in a panic, jerking upright, and her eyes widen in shock and a little bit of horror as I quickly tug down my T-shirt and hold it over my deflated dick that there’s no use trying to shove back into my shorts at this point.
“Just smile and wave, honey. It seems I have driven us right into the middle of a parade.”
Danny throws her head back and laughs, and there’s really not much I can do at this point but laugh right along with her, considering this golf cart is now wedged between two floats, and I won’t be able to turn off of Summersweet Lane until we get to the other end of it.
Danny immediately reaches into the pocket of her jeans, pulls out a handful of her favorite Bit-O-Honey candy, and starts chucking it into the screaming crowd as we inch down the street. I still have one hand on the steering wheel and one hand tugging the bottom of my shirt over my lap, and this whole situation is absolutely insane, but neither one of us can stop laughing.
Until halfway through the parade route, when Sal steps off the curb in his Sherriff uniform and walks out onto the street and up to our cart.
And that’s pretty much the story of how I got arrested for indecent exposure.
Worth it. Even with a denied orgasm, shriveled balls, and the need for bail money.
