For You(52)
Author: Mimi Strong

“The skinny guy?”

Sawyer stared down into my eyes, as if he was admiring something he loved. “Yeah. Strange but true. I’d never dream of making up that big of a lie, but it’s the truth.”

He moved in and kissed me some more.

I pushed him back just enough so I could move my one leg, so that I wasn’t sitting side-saddle on the fence, but had my legs parted with him between them.

He moved back in, pushing the hem of my skirt up with his hands on the tops of my thighs.

“You’re wearing a dress,” he said. “Just like a girl.”

His touch and words made me shiver, even though I wasn’t cold.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

I stared up into his bottom-of-the-sea green eyes and felt myself being swept away.

“Sawyer, I believe you, and not just because I want to, but because… because you’re Sawyer. You’re so cute, and so good to me, and patient, and oh-my-god you look so good with your shirt off. And the way you’re looking at me right now, you’re killing me. Look at me, I can barely breathe. I feel like my lungs and my heart are going to crush themselves with excitement, so would you stop looking at me like that and just kiss me again before I die.”

“Only if you take off your panties.”

I gasped. We were in a quiet residential alley, but we were still outdoors. Plenty of windows in houses were all around.

He licked his lips. “Fine. I’ll take them off.”

He reached up under my dress and shifted me from one side to the other as he pulled down my cotton underwear. He tucked my panties in his back pocket, and then he moved in again to kiss me. I leaned back and nearly fell off the stone fence, but he caught me with one arm behind my back. His other arm moved in between my legs.

I gasped as his fingers slipped into me, and he pressed his mouth against mine, sucking my pleasurable moans into himself.

His fingers moved lightly, up and down, tracing my contours and spreading waves of ecstasy through my body, like rolling thunder.

“I need you,” he moaned.

He moved his lips to my cheeks, drawing away the salt and sensation of my tears, erasing my pain. Then he licked my neck and nibbled on my ear, his fingers still circling near the center of me.

I reached forward with my hand and found his cock, tall and stiff inside his jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and he shuddered as I reached down into his boxer shorts and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

He moaned in my ear, “I need you, right now. You smell incredible and you taste so good.” He licked my neck again.

I still had my purse on my shoulder—my giant purse that was always packed for the needs of the day. He’d left the box of condoms at my house, and I’d thrown a few in my purse. I dug in with my free hand and found that wonderful little square with the squishy circle inside.

He took the packet from my hand, and a moment later, he was ready and the head was massaging me vertically, rolling up and down over my nub and making me gasp with each stroke. I was so close to coming, so close.

I looked up at the green leaves above my head, feeling the dappled sun on my face. Sawyer kissed my throat and took one step closer to me, plunging inside. His hands moved down to my ass, and he buried himself in me. I cried out in pleasure as he went deeper and harder into me. I kissed his neck and cheeks and mouth, quietly urging him to keep going, to fill me up.

His breathing became ragged, his movements steady and forceful. I dug my fingers into his back and bit down on his shoulder as I came, blissfully quaking.

He paused for just a second, and then he held me tight and released into me, lifting me off the stone fence completely as my legs wrapped around him.

We were together, completely.

Finally, he placed me back down on the ledge and withdrew, kissing me tenderly as he did.

With a nervous chuckle, he looked left and right as he pulled his boxers and jeans up from his ankles. I didn’t see anyone, and it seemed nobody but the birds in the tree above us were witnesses.

The rubber was still wrapped tight around his cock, a pocket of white at the tip. He turned, embarrassed, and dealt with that, disappearing up the alley to find a garbage can.

When he came back, looking so cute and embarrassed in nothing but a pair of jeans, sweat glistening on his chest and shoulders, he said, “You look so hot on that fence, with your cheeks all pink. That’s how you should always look.”

I held out my hand and whispered, “Can I have my panties back?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Nope. You’re making me hard again, just thinking about you walking around without any underwear.” He sidled up to me, slipping his hand between my legs again. “Plus this way I can touch you.” His fingertips stroked me again, and I felt myself swelling under his sweet touch again. “Let’s go back to my house so I can take my time. I’m going to lick you right here.” He swirled his fingers on my cl*t to illustrate, then tilted up my chin and kissed me deeply, swirling his tongue at the same time.

I moaned again, falling under his spell, my body limply pressed against his.

I could have sat there in that alley, under the tree with the dappled light, and kissed him for hours. Something creaked, like a nearby window opening, and I pushed Sawyer away.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” I said.

He looked like he didn’t want to wait, but then we heard the sound of a patio door being opened, and he got moving. I skipped ahead, feeling like a marionette, my body loose and my head giddy.

I waited for him to catch up with me, then reached up and fluffed his wavy dark hair. “You still have bedhead.”

He rolled his eyes up and moaned playfully, “Oh, baby, you give a hot scalp massage. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop… massaging my scalp.”

He put his arm loosely around my shoulders, and I kept rubbing his scalp, enjoying the funny faces and sounds he made.

We got to the house, which was eerily quiet, the music turned off.

Inside, we found three very concerned-looking people, most of them dressed. I was formally introduced to Spanky, the skinny roommate with red hair that was short on top and long in the back. I met the girls, named Charity and Gwen. Gwen was the dark-haired, timid girl I’d met in the kitchen.

Charity, who wore a red bra under a white shirt and looked like a skank, shook my hand and said, “Sawyer told me all about you, Aubrey. He’s quite the guy. You better hold onto him.”

Spanky pretended to be jealous and smacked her on the butt.

I didn’t like the way Charity glowed when she talked about Sawyer, or the words she was saying, but I tried to push jealous thoughts from my mind. Sawyer had been given the choice, and he chose me. I was the one holding his hand.