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“Do you know how badly I want to rip this off you? To see what’s underneath?”
“A t-shirt and some sweatpants.”
“And how much I want to rip those off too?”
“Why don’t you show me?”
“Because I don’t think it’d be appropriate to bend you over something in public, Nicole. But I guess we can make compromises.”
He hikes up the bottom of the avocado costume and inches his hand into the sweatpants beneath. I can’t deny my excitement over this, his touch making me think of many impure things and how much I want to risk getting caught by someone else who’s lost in the maze.
Nelson’s fingers ignite my flesh with anticipation of what’s to come, going across my stomach and underneath my waistband toward my panties. He runs his finger over the fabric and causes me to shudder underneath the slightest touch.
His fingers round my sex, him looking me in the eye as they do. I nod, my consent clear to him. His touch roams beneath my panties until it’s all fingers on flesh, leaving me suddenly shuddering and nodding along with what he’s doing, and it’s building so much within me.
As he touches me, I make my move too. It’s a bit more of a stretch given he’s got nearly a foot of height on me, but I’m pulling up the bottom of that taco, slipping into the leg hole of the costume.
Rudely, he’s wearing jeans, so I’m forced to unbutton them to get at him. And if I need any more proof of Nelson Rowdy’s infatuation with me, there it is. Hard and throbbing, yearning to escape its prison.
I caress it slightly, feeling him throb.
He answers by petting me harder. Stroking me harder. Fingers sliding into my depths, over my clit. I shudder with delight, he’s manipulating me so well. I keep up my steady strokes, but Nelson is not showing similar restraint with me. He pets me harder, letting the fires inside me roar hotter and hotter, letting me moan for him. Luckily the night is filled with the chatter of the other festival attendees, so no one hears a sound that may be a bit more explicit than the rest.
Nelson’s fingers dive deep within me, his thumb on my clit, and it’s not too long before I can’t resist any longer. I cry out for him, the surge of delight rushing through me. It feels so damn sweet to have a man like him take care of me like this.
He can make me come. Well, that’s one more thing off my ideal man checklist. He chuckles softly, withdrawing his wet fingers and licking them dry in front of me.
But I’m a giving lover. I care. If someone makes you come, it’s only right to return the favor.
Breathless, I recover my bearings, and jerk him right back. He gasps. My hand around his cock, I go up and down, enjoying how it feels. I laugh as I remember how often my father has gone on about the Rowdys having tiny dicks, and how I now know how horribly wrong he was. Nelson throbs in my gasp, and I pump him tightly as we share another kiss. He gasps, breaking it, and I can see he’s close.
Reclining against the hay bales, I make sure to aim him well away from the two of us and our costumes. He erupts in a beautiful, creamy arc onto the ground below.
Only a little bit of it gets on my hand. Just like he did, I bring it to my lips and lick it clean, enjoying his juices as much as he enjoyed mine.
“You’re quite the little vixen, Nicole. I like that. A lot.”
“And I’d like to see a lot more of you.”
Much more clear-headed now, we stand up, adjust our costumes and get decent. We even put the heads back on, to continue to hide our identities.
“So, uh... how do we get out of here? Are we just going to press through?” I ask, my legs slightly wobbly.
“Nah. We can get out the right way. I know a trick that the maze builders use.”
“And that is?”
He grabs an ear of corn from the nearest turn. “See? This is painted black. They spray paint an ear at each correct turn to tell themselves how to get out of the maze while they’re building it. We can just follow the black paint and we’ll be out in no time.”
“And your deliberate wrong turns were going the opposite way that the black corn suggests?”
“Now you’re getting it.”
I follow him through the maze, eager to spend more time with him. I worry about what may happen if I try to do anything more with him than a literal roll in the hay.
Would my father ever tolerate me dating a Rowdy, no matter how much of the feud is based on bullshit?
It’s a question I dread hearing the answer to.
