“Jennifer gave me a hall pass for this weekend. I just thought you should know,” Michael whispers to me as he leans in, just a little bit too close. I stop dead in my tracks. Did he just say what I thought he did? There’s no way.
“Well, I’m sure there’s an exception for me,” I tell him, knowing there must be.
“Actually, she didn’t mention you at all.”
I look up at him and catch the look in his eye, like he is peering into the depths of my entire being, knowing this is something I’ve been aching for for years. I’m stunned. I have no idea what to say or do, and I feel confused, excited, and terrified. Is he for real? Why is he even telling me this? It must be because he wants to use it, right? Or just to torture me? Maybe it’s a cruel joke?
“Hmmmmh,” is all I can mutter back to him in a tone that says, ‘I’m interested but a bit in shock right now.’ He says nothing, and we continue our walk to the bar. He walks beside me close enough that with every step, at least some part of our bodies softly graze each other. The topic seems to dissipate as the silence continues to invade the space between us, and we finally reach the line for the bar.
Drinks in hand, we head back to the lawn to reconvene with our friends and catch the main act. We’re walking slowly, as if to savor the time alone together, fielding that electric connection once more, now knowing we could act on it if we wanted to. I briefly close my eyes to enjoy the vibration and sensation of my body fully, so turned on and activated. Thanks for the hall pass, Jennifer.
I break the silence to reply, “So, what do you plan to do with that hall pass?”
“You know exactly what I plan to do with it.”
I love being submissive, but I also love being playful, bratty, and a bit difficult sometimes. If you want to top me, you better earn it. “No, I don’t, tell me.”
He leans in closer, grazing my ear with his lips. “I want to know what your pussy tastes like. I want to know what you sound like when I make you cum. I want to know what it feels like to have your skin pressed against mine.”
I shudder with pleasure, noticing how wet I am at the thought of this long-awaited experience.
“You could know what my pussy tastes like right now.”
We’re not alone here, but sometimes you’re more alone in a crowd. His brother and our other mutual friends are in view, but I doubt they’re paying attention. He hands me his drink and pulls me closer, staring into my eyes with sinister delight. He grabs the front of my jeans and squeezes his muscled arm into them, sliding his finger between my lips and into me. I’m so wet; I’m sure if there weren’t this loud music playing, you would hear the gushy sound of his fat fingers pressing into me. I softly gasp and close my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He quickly pulls his hand out and licks his finger. Again that smile, that glare… why the fuck are we still even at this concert?!!?
“If we do this, we will destroy each other, you know that, right?” I reminded him. He nods with a half-smirk in agreement.
Pothena Ransom 