round next to him and gave it a push to start revolving. The well-oiled equipment didn't even squeak.
Lars put my glasses in his back pocket, then pulled me into him and kissed me, right on the lips, no warning whatsoever.
His mouth tasted like he'd just eaten Caesar salad, but after a moment, it wasn't so bad. His tongue felt nice on my lips, and the stubble around his mouth felt like sandpaper. I'd read about “tickling whiskers,” in books, but there was nothing ticklish about it.
Lars groaned and pressed his hips against mine, pinning me against one of the handrails on the
revolving merry-go-round. Was that his dick? It felt hard, but not as hard as a cell phone. Dick or cell phone, I enjoyed him pressing that rigid lump into me.
I got into the rhythm of his powerful tongue movements and gave him a few of my own. My whole
body was getting warmer and warmer, like the kissing was causing a fever.
He stopped thrashing his tongue in my mouth for a moment and pulled back. “Is it true you waxed
your whole pussy? You got a Brazilian?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Lexie, would it be okay if I kissed you?”
“You are kissing me.” I shivered just then, noticing the temperature of the air changing. It had been a hot, early summer evening when I'd left Laura's house, but now I could feel those Ohio storm clouds gathering and the wetness in the air.
“Not just kissing your mouth.” He smiled a crooked smile, that one vampire tooth catching in the moonlight. His thick, dark, Freddie-Prinze-like eyebrows raised, and his golden brown eyes brimmed with bad-boy mischief. A girl would have to be a nun to resist those charms.
I reached up and patted his cropped, dark hair, full of tight curls. I imagined feeling that hair moving down my body, then his mouth at that special place between my legs, and I shivered again, but for a different reason.
“Just kissing,” he said. “I want to kiss you all over.”
“Okay, but my underwear stays on.”
He seemed surprised that I'd agreed. “Where should we go?”
“Nothing wrong with right here,” I said, matching his smile.
I got down onto the metal surface of the merry-go-round, and I quickly slipped off my flannel
pajama pants and spread them out beneath me.
“You are wild, Lexie!” He shuffled over to give the muddy ground a few more kicks, and once the
merry-go-round was spinning, he got down on his hands and knees above me, his face above my
crotch. We shifted around so that his head was close to the center of the merry-go-round, but mine was further out, where the motion was pleasantly dizzying.
He looked wolfish as he hunched over my body, his T-shirt tight to his lean body.
As his face descended between my legs, I closed my eyes, unable to watch.
I felt warmth on my mound. His mouth. He exhaled onto my panties, and it felt better than
anything I could have even imagined. I'd given myself a lot of pleasure over the last few years, but this was different. I didn't even like Lars, but I was starting to have feelings of gratitude, and…
tingles. My lord, the tingles. They don't tell you about that in Sex Ed classes, or about how every cell in your body screams MORE OF THIS, PLEASE.
He murmured, speaking directly to my pussy, “I can tell you're all naked and hairless under there. I can feel the smooth skin through your little panties. I can feel all your contours, and I just want to lick you and devour you and make you come.” He moaned and gave my aching, swollen mound another
kiss through my panties, his strong tongue much more welcome down there than on my mouth.
He did start licking then, his saliva combining with my juices until my panties were as wet as a swimsuit. There were some sounds in the distance, like animals howling or moaning.
The gentle stimulation was bringing me close to orgasm, but not quite over the ridge. If I'd been working my clit myself, I would have come already in that amount of time, but now that I was
experiencing a different way of being stimulated, I realized how wonderful the buildup was. The
anticipation. All the tingles that radiated through my body. MORE, PLEASE.
Lars said, “You make such crazy noises!”
I realized the moans were coming from my mouth and immediately stopped.
“Don't stop vocalizing, baby,” Lars said. “That's the sweetest music to my ears.”
Drops of rain pattered down on the metal surface around me. We were still rotating, albeit very
slowly, but now it was raining, and between the rain on my hot skin, the motion, and the licking on my pussy, I almost started to cry from the intensity. Everything was too much, too hot and heavy and soon
—too much Lars, but I wanted more.
Lars said, “I'm just gonna pull your panties to the side for a minute. They're getting in the way.”