Everyone knew that story. But it was different when that story was staring at you in the face, his ripped body inches away from yours, grinning like he owned the place.
So of course I said yes. I followed him down into that basement and we danced in a big group of people, our bodies smashed close together. I’d never felt so wild or free before as we danced, his hands on my hips, his lips close to my ear.
We danced like that for what felt like hours. Sweat ran down my spine, but I didn’t care and neither did he. We danced, our bodies close against each other, until he asked me that question.
It was the question I thought about all the time later on, after everything had happened. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have gone differently if he hadn’t whispered it in my ear, made my body pulse, made my pussy dripping wet.
And it wasn’t really a question, not exactly. The question was implied, but we both knew what it really was.
It was a command.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said, sending tingles down my spine.
“Where?” I asked him.
“My truck is nearby,” he answered. “I haven’t been drinking. I want to show you something.”
“Okay.”
That fateful answer, so simple. I wasn’t thinking about consequences, not that night. All I could think about was Gibson’s body pressed so close to mine.
Heads turned as we left the party together. I wondered where Harper was, but I knew she’d make it home just fine.
Gibson drove a big black truck. He helped me inside like a gentleman, though he didn’t dance like one.
We drove away from the school, away from the town. We drove down along an old road, barely paved, and finally stopped at the edge of a field.
“This is my favorite spot in this shitty place,” he said. “Quiet. Nobody around.”
I had to admit that it was nice. The woods spread out around us and the field looked calm, serene. Wild flowers were just blooming all over and everything was bathed in a weak silver moonlight.
I turned my head toward him to tell him how nice it was. That was when he kissed me.
Gibson wasn’t the type of man to ask permission. He simply took my chin and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, hungry and scared and thrilled all at once. He tasted incredible, like fresh spring water right from the stream. We kissed like that until he practically pulled me across the car.
I ended up straddling Gibson Evans, my soaking pussy up against his hard cock. His surprisingly hard, large cock, which he wasn’t shy about pressing hard against me.
I knew where this was going. Gibson had a reputation, after all. The truth was, straddling him in his truck was exactly what I’d wanted from the second he spoke to me. Maybe the man was an arrogant asshole, but he was absolutely gorgeous.
He was the perfect one-night stand, the perfect fling to cap off my summer of fun. I didn’t know if there was something beyond this one night, but I couldn’t think about that. All I knew was that this night was all that mattered.
Or at least that was what I thought at the time.
His hands pulled off my shirt, unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped down into my panties. I moaned as his fingers worked my clit, sliding along my slick skin, pressing inside me. I began to work my hips, letting his fingers do the work, as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
I began to fumble at his belt, so he slid the car seat back as far as it would go. I got his belt off and we worked his pants down. I began to work his long, thick cock through his boxer briefs, amazed at his size, my pussy ringing with need and desire. He kissed me hard as I worked him, and he whispered in my ear.
“I want to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock,” he said. “Fuck, Avery, you’re driving me fucking wild.”
I kissed him and pulled his boxer briefs down. I got back into the passenger seat and then leaned forward, taking his cock into my mouth.
He groaned as I began to suck him. His cock was thick and long, and I could barely fit him into my mouth. I sucked his tip, jerking his shaft off, working him. He groaned as I realized how incredibly starving I was for him, how badly I needed this.
“Take that fucking cock,” he grunted as I worked him, sucking him hard. He reached over and slipped his fingers down my panties as I sucked him, working my clit. I couldn’t help but moan with his cock halfway down my throat.
“I love how fucking wet you are, Avery,” he said. “God damn, you’re dripping for me already. You love sucking cock that much?”
I gasped as he pressed his fingers inside me, pulling his cock from my mouth.
“My pants,” he said. “In the back pocket. Get my wallet.”
I nodded, reached to the floor. I pulled his wallet out and gave it to him. He took a condom from it and ripped the condom open.