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We hit another bump, and Sawyer’s cocoa scent drifts across my nose as she slides along my cock. Fuck! I’ve never been so turned on and so ashamed at the same time. And the worst part is, now that I’ve experienced what it feels like to be this close to Sawyer, I know I’m going to want it again. For her sake, for our parents’ sake, I can’t let that happen. I can’t.
I repeat that mantra the entire drive, which is the only reason I haven’t blown my load by the time we get to the parking lot. I’m blessed a second time when I realize Sawyer can drive home, sparing us both the embarrassment of me walking stiff legged around the car. Evidently, she’s just as eager to put the incident behind us as I am, because the second everyone is out of the truck she pulls onto the street without looking back.
“I um…I’m sorry that…” she stutters, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.
“Don’t,” I say firmly.
“Don’t what?”
“Apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yeah but. You’re…you know.” She waves her hand in my direction, careful not to let her eyes shift down.
I study her profile, which doesn’t help matters since I can see the cute pink flush of her cheeks. I fight the urge to adjust myself while she’s watching me.
“Not your fault. Well, not entirely.”
“Do you guys do that a lot?”
“Define a lot.” I rub my jaw to keep my hand busy.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“That was actually my first time.” I admit, fighting the urge to shift. “I’m usually the driver.”
“But not tonight?” She dips her head to hide an embarrassed smile. Interesting.
“I had more than one beer. But even if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have let you sit with anyone else. I wouldn’t let them take advantage.”
“They take advantage of other girls?” She sounds appalled.
“No one was taking advantage. It’s common knowledge what will happen if you drive that road with a girl in your lap, among the girls too.”
“I didn’t know about it.” The pink that started to leave her cheeks creeps back.
“That’s why I didn’t let you sit with anyone else. Didn’t really work as planned though.” I laugh weakly.
“I guess not.” She casts a quick glance to my lap, where the evidence of our ride is still visible. “Does it…hurt?”
“Hurt? Uh, no, not really.” I can’t help it, I squirm in my seat looking for an angle that gives me some relief, both because she’s looking at my dick, and because that might be the first truly personal question she’s asked me. Yeah, it was physically personal and not emotionally personal, but it’s a start. I enjoy that for about two seconds before remembering I shouldn’t be happy about it.
“You’re fidgeting.” She points out.
“It’s…things are…tight.”
“Oh.” She bites her lip. “Will that go away?”
“If we stop talking about it.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Right. Yeah. Sorry.” She casts another glance to my lap, squirms herself, then focuses on the road. But not before I notice her chewing on her lip. That’s when it occurs to me that she might have had a similar response to that ride, and while part of me is thrilled by the idea that she might have the same interest in me as I do her, part of me is filled with dread. If we’re both having these feelings, how are we going to make it through this year?
Sawyer
“Comeagain?”Isayinto the phone, convinced I heard wrong.
“Would you like to come to the game on the twelfth?” Dad asks, confirming that I did hear him right the first time. “You can bring a friend, the family, whatever. I’ll get you tickets in one of the suites, so you’ll be warm, you’ll have food, and a great view of the game.”
“Um, Dad.” I shake my head before remembering he can’t actually see that. “You do remember I don’t like football, right?”
