Three Little Words

“Now you sound like Rich.”

I shot her a rueful look. “He and I are more alike than I wanna admit.”

“I think you are. And that’s another reason I’m attracted to you.”

My eyebrows twitched toward the ceiling.

“You’re like all my brothers rolled into one: ambitious like Harry, smart like James, funny like Danny, protective like Rich, and happy like Laurie.

But…” Her blue eyes flashed. “I can do things with you.”

“Naughty things?”

“Very naughty.”

We arrived in Atlanta a little before midnight. It was only nine o’clock as far as our bodies were concerned, but we’d been traveling all day. And we still had a three-hour drive before we reached Knoxville and our own beds.

“Back to the real world,” Christy said as we hauled our luggage and skis out to long-term parking.

“Yep, no more skiing and hot tubs.”

“No more other things either.”

I glanced at her sideways. “Oh? Are you breaking up with me?”

“No, of course not.”

“Good. ’Cause I was hoping for some ‘other things’ in the car.”

She rolled her eyes but then looked startled. “Oh my gosh, you’re serious!”

“Darn straight. It’s been more than thirty-six hours.”

“Haven’t you…?”

“Are you kidding?” I set down the suitcases and opened the Cruiser’s tailgate. “I jerked off this morning in the shower. You?”

“If you must know… in bed.”

I began tossing our bags into the back. “Last night or this morning?”

“Um… both.”

“I thought you were a little too relaxed at breakfast,” I laughed.

“For your information, I normally don’t discuss my personal habits with strange men.”

“But you’ll make an exception for me?”

“Maybe. It depends.”

I closed the tailgate and unlocked the passenger door. Then I walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in. Christy took off her coat and gloves, while I waited for the engine to warm up a little before I turned the heater to high.

“Depends on what?” I said. “I mean, I have a vested interest in your happiness. I need to know these things.”

She scoffed. “You need to know when I… you know?”

“Of course. If you aren’t doing it enough, I need to tease you more. If you’re doing it too much, I need to spend more time taking care of you. It’s a delicate balance,” I deadpanned.

“I shouldn’t be doing it at all.”

“That’s crap and you know it. Everyone masturbates.”

“Still, I feel guilty for doing it.”

“Why? You don’t feel guilty when we do things together.”

“That’s different. Men and woman are supposed to… uh… please each other.”

“Speaking of which…” I unzipped my pants and reached inside.

“What’re you doing? We’re in public!”

“We’re in a deserted parking lot in the middle of the night.” I extracted my manhood and waved it at her.

“I can’t. What if someone sees?”

“Who’s going to see? Besides, even if someone does, they’re only going to see me. You’ll be out of view. Come over here.” I put some steel in my voice. “Now.”

She jumped as if I’d pinched her. “Yes, sir.”

I guided her head into my lap and sighed as she began kissing my semi-hard cock. She forgot her objections once she took me in her mouth and began sucking, so I settled back to enjoy myself.

After a few minutes of mindless bliss, I pulled up her dress. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt over dark satin panties. She wore them because she enjoyed how they made her feel, and I wholeheartedly supported the idea.

I caressed her firm little butt through her panties. She moaned deep in her throat, so I gave her a light swat. I followed it with a firmer one, which prompted another moan. She flinched when I smacked her even harder, but she didn’t stop sucking.

I spanked her several more times before I pulled her panties aside and felt

the heat and moisture of her arousal. I slid a finger into her smooth pussy and began thrusting gently. She sucked even deeper and added a little tongue-swirl at the top of each stroke. I lasted about thirty seconds after that, and she moaned softly as I filled her mouth with come.

Once I could think again, I started finger-fucking her while she nursed my cock. She squirmed in pleasure until her own tension reached the breaking point. I slid my finger as deep as I could and twitched the tip against her inner spot. She stiffened and groaned with her own climax.

When her orgasm subsided, she lay there for a moment and caught her breath. She whimpered when I gently withdrew my finger and tugged her panties back into place. Then she rested her head on my thigh and gazed up at me with a sleepy-eyed smile.

I grinned. “You don’t mind doing it in public once you get going.”

“What did you expect? Besides, you know I can’t resist when you point your penis at me.” She rolled her eyes and sighed, although her expression clouded after a moment. Out of the blue she asked, “Are you happy?”

“Am I what?”

“Happy. Are you happy, just doing this? Blowjobs and stuff, I mean.”

“Of course,” I said automatically. Then I thought about it. “Yeah, sure, I’d like to go all the way, but only when you’re ready.”

“Wren thinks I’m being silly.”

“What do you think?”

“I sort of agree with her,” she admitted. “About the physical part, at least.”