Friends with Benefits(34)

     



 


I came. His lips on mine kept me from crying out. He continued fucking  me and used his hands to rotate my hips in a circle. The rhythm was  exquisite. His cock felt suddenly bigger inside me, and I knew he was  close to coming undone.


Someone dropped a glass somewhere in the restaurant. A woman's voice  repeatedly apologized as a server tried to reassure her that it was just  a glass. General sounds of chairs moving out of the way reached our  ears.


The risk of being caught was so high right now. Every sound in the  restaurant felt amplified; as did all the smells. Curry, spaghetti,  fried onions and mushrooms, something sugary and sweet. The thrill of  riding Steven in the middle of a busy restaurant made me feel like I was  someone else entirely; someone who didn't care about what other people  thought and was doing what she wanted when she wanted.


Steven's hands pressed into my lower back, and he gripped me tight. He  drew me up to him, and I rocked back and forth. His eyes were closed,  and all of his muscles were tight.


"I know you want to," I whispered in his ear, nibbling his lobe.


He shuddered beneath me and let out a soft groan. The deep sound in the  back of his throat made my skin feel hot. I was going to burst.


We came together, seconds later, both of us clutching at each other like  someone was trying to tear us apart. When we had ridden out our orgasms  I stayed atop him, his cock still inside me, our chests rising and  falling in unison with our labored breaths.


"That was fun," Steven breathed, still looking somewhat astounded that we had fucked in the middle of a restaurant.


I giggled at his expression and got off of him. I pulled my skirt down  and tried to fan my face to chase away the redness I knew my cheeks  would have. Steven zipped up his fly while watching me across the table.  I put my napkin back on my lap and tried to look as innocent as  possible.


Three minutes later our server arrived with our meals.





Chapter 29

Steven





I watched Allie walk down the path toward me from the front door of her  building as I leaned against the side of my car. I took a moment to soak  in how beautiful she was. She was dressed casually in a pair of dark  form-fitting blue jeans and a black turtleneck. Little gold earrings  winked in her earlobes, and her dark hair was pulled back in a high,  curly ponytail. Her face was bright and cheery, and her eyes were  sparkling. Her lips glittered with pink gloss, and I ached to kiss her  when she smiled at me. As she approached, I opened the passenger door  for her.


"Such a gentleman," she said, pausing beside me and stretching up on to  her tiptoes to give me a kiss. She tasted like strawberries and mint.  She slid into the car. I closed the door behind her and walked around  the hood to get into the driver's side.


"So, where are you taking me?" she asked, shooting me a skeptical look as she latched her seat belt.


"There are a couple things on the docket for the day. You'll have to be  patient. But our first stop is top priority: we need sustenance."


"Okay," she grinned. "I like surprises. Can I get a hint?"


"Nope."


"None?" she pleaded, pouting her perfect lips and somehow making her eyes look bigger.


"None," I said, although confessing my plans was tempting when she was looking at me like that.


I had planned an entire day for her and me. When we were younger, we  behaved like typical teenagers. We had routines and habits that often  had us doing the same kinds of things day in and day out. I had planned a  full day's worth of dates that consisted only of the things we used to  do together when we were young and stupid. Well, when I was stupid.  Allie had never been stupid.


I drove us to destination number one: a hole in the wall breakfast diner  that we would come to in our teens around two in the afternoon every  Sunday. Allie used to order the strawberry waffles with a side of extra  whipped cream. I opted for the full-sized meal and loaded up on eggs,  bacon, hash browns, toast, and extra bacon.


When I parked the car around back, Allie squealed with delight in the  passenger seat. "I haven't been here in ages!" she cried. "Not since the  last time we came here together. Which was what, six years ago or  something crazy like that?"


"Sounds right," I said, getting out of the car.


Allie and I walked around the side of the building and let ourselves in.  We claimed an empty booth by a window and peered at the menus. Allie's  eyes widened. "Everything is exactly the same," she breathed.


"Damn, so it is. Except their prices are a bit higher."


"Of course, you'd notice the prices," Allie laughed.         

     



 


"Hey. Don't judge."


"Not judging," Allie said, flipping the menu over and sliding it to the  edge of the table. She put her chin in her hand and leaned her elbow on  the table. "This feels strange. Last time I sat across from you in this  place you couldn't grow facial hair."


"Oh, yeah? Well, last time I was here with you, you had blonde  highlights and bangs. And you were wearing that terrible fluffy sweater  you loved so much. The pink one. It looked like it was made out of some  prima donna poodle."


"Hey, I liked that sweater. It was cozy."


"And hideous," I pointed out.


Allie laughed and rolled her eyes. We bantered back and forth for a  while until we placed our orders. We both ordered our usual from years  ago and shot each other bemused looks across the table while telling the  waitress what we wanted.


Then we talked about the past until our meals arrived. We gorged  ourselves, enjoying every cardiac-arrest-inducing bite. Of course, we  stole food off each other's plates-another thing we used to do when we  were kids. I made sure not to touch any of the strawberries on Allie's  waffles. I knew they were her favorite part of the meal. I also knew if  she wasn't up to sharing, she wouldn't hesitate to jab the back of my  hand with her fork. It had happened on occasion when we were teenagers.


Once we finished eating, we piled back into the car, and I drove us to  our next stop. Allie pestered me with questions the whole way as she  tried to piece together where we were going before we arrived. When I  pulled up at Chariot's Park, Allie sighed in her seat.


"I should have known," she muttered. "I can't believe I didn't guess this!"


I laughed and got out of the car. I opened the trunk and retrieved some  items I had packed for this specific location: a blanket, a thermos of  hot chocolate, and a bag of trail mix. This had been our go-to  last-minute snack when we both squeezed in a quick evening getaway  before doing our homework. Well, before Allie did her homework.


We walked down the winding path of the park to the place we used to sit  together. It was atop a small hill in the middle of the park that looked  down at a pond. In the summer, the pond would be full of activity.  People would feed ducks or race little sailboats. On the grassy flats  beside the water, there were often people playing Frisbee or exercising.  We loved sitting on our blanket people-watching.


Today there weren't many people to watch based on the simple fact that  it was the middle of winter. Allie didn't seem to mind the cold as I  pulled her close to me. We sat together on the blanket, pressed in tight  against one another while we sipped hot chocolate and tossed trail mix  pieces into our mouths. Just like in the old days, Allie never caught  anything. By the time we packed up to move to the next spot, her side of  the blanket was covered in peanuts and raisins.


From there, I took her to the driving range. We sipped on beers and both  performed terribly. Some of the other golfers stopped to watch us,  probably intrigued by our presence. We were both so terrible that it was  quite clear we didn't belong there. Regardless, we had fun, and I loved  the way Allie was staying close to me the whole time. It seemed that  there was hardly ever a moment where we weren't touching each other. I  felt like a teenager in love all over again.


Next, I took her to the arcade we frequented when we were young and  broke. A lot of the games we used to play were long gone, so we  challenged each other to some racing games. I was mortified to lose  every single time. We played everything we could, and at the end of it,  we combined our tickets to buy Allie an assortment of her favorite sour  candies.


She nibbled on them when we were back in the car. I told her she would  spoil her appetite for dinner. She stuck her tongue out at me, which was  bright blue from one of the candies, and then proceeded to suck the end  of a sour treat. Watching her lips was torment.


Dinner was perfect. We ate at our old favorite burger joint. We used to  go there on weeknights with Chance, Melissa, and all the other kids we  were hanging out with at the time. We shared a milkshake and reminisced.


"What do you have planned for the rest of the evening?" Allie asked,  twirling the end of the straw in the whipped cream on top of the  milkshake.