Thou Shalt Not(61)

I got into my car and pounded the steering wheel. My phone vibrated in my pocket. April.

I’m so excited! We are officially coworkers! :-) Good thing Mr. West was there or I might have been so happy that I would have ended up kissing you.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

You could always just end it by text, I told myself. You don’t have to do it in person.

But I did. I wasn’t twelve years old. Something in me told me I had to do it in person.

I drove quickly to the park, deciding to respond to April after I met Holly. I didn’t want to be distractedly wondering what her response would be while I was with Holly.

The park was closer to the school than it was to her house, and I assumed I had beaten her there. She would have called or sent a text asking where I was if she had already been there.

The park entrance was on the main road, but once you drove through the gates, the park road began to wind way back into the moss-covered trees. Signs were everywhere to remind you of the wildlife you would be seeing, and reminding you not to run into the animals by driving too quickly. There were even a few signs informing park visitors not to molest alligators. Only in Florida would someone molest an alligator.

The main road had different side roads you could take that would lead you to different areas of the park, like the playground area, the picnic area, and then to the spots near the water. I had a spot I always liked to go to that was off the last side road. I turned and drove as close to the edge of the water as I could.

People often came to this spot with their small canoes and rafts and could push off right from the shore. But no one was there in the middle of the afternoon, and I sat in the shade of the tree branches that waved overhead. It really was a beautiful spot, and there was a picnic bench a few feet away where you could sit and watch the water while eating.

I got out of my car and stretched and looked around. Normally there would be a car or two, but the park was deserted except for my Roller Skate.

My phone began to ring, and I answered it.

“Where am I going?” she said. “I don’t even think I have ever been to this park.”

“Yes, you have,” I replied. “We have come here a few times. Just follow the main road, and when you get to the last side road, turn in. You’ll see a sign that says ‘ramp access’, and that’s when you’ll know to turn.”

“Okay. Sounds easy enough. But why are w—”

I hung up on her mid-sentence.

There was a decent breeze to go along with the cloud cover, which was probably what was keeping people away from the park today. The threat of torrential downpour had that effect on people.

I checked the time on my phone as I heard Holly’s car driving toward me. It was six minutes after four.

She parked next to me and got out of her car with a mildly puzzled look on her face. She usually always wore black skirts when she went to work, and today was no exception. She had on a black tank top to go with it, her breasts pushed up. She would be getting lots of tips tonight. She wasn’t dressed slutty by any means, though. She had a way of making anything look classy, and yet very dirty and sexy at the same time.

“What the hell are we doing here, Luke?” she said as she walked toward me.

As soon as she was within reach, I grabbed her waist and pushed her against my car. I kissed her hard against the passenger door, our lips mashing together in a frenzy. She was taken aback at first. I could feel the surprise in her lips, the quick tension in her body as if on reflex. But it was gone as quickly as it came, and she was returning my kiss with force.

When I felt the shift in her intensity, I immediately broke off the kiss.

“What the fuck...” she said, out of breath. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were wide.

I grabbed her waist again, and this time spun her around so she was facing the picnic table that was next to my car. Her hands grabbed the edge as I pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. They were the same ones I had seen in the picture, and even though I was already hard, seeing them somehow seemed to make me harder.

With one hand I stuck my finger inside of her from behind, and I wasn’t surprised to find her soaked. No one got wet like Holly did. My other hand quickly undid my belt and had the zipper down in a flash. I pushed the boxers down and pulled my dick out. I slid a second finger into her and rotated them until she moaned, and then replaced the fingers with my cock.

“Fuck,” she said loudly as I squeezed into her. She was very tight, so my first few thrusts were slow, working my way in as far as I could go before slowly pulling back.

“Oh my god,” she said. I could feel her get wetter around my dick. I kissed the back of her neck.