Page 37 of Hey Girl
“You really believe that don’t you?” He teasingly challenges. “Those are not people out there. They’re just harmless little fireflies, and if you try hard enough, I bet you could do the same thing at the show if you want to. But if you don’t, nothing changes. I do my thing and come to your place after with a bucket of burritos.”
This guy disserves a kiss and before I can let myself chicken out I lean in and press my lips to his, enjoying the tickle of his facial hair. Kissing him feels more natural every time I do it and this time it seems to coax me in a little deeper. Normally, I pull away after a few seconds when the butterflies feel like they’re going to spin me out of control but I don’t feel afraid of that right now. I’d credit the wine but I haven’t had that much and I feel clear headed despite the notes of adventurousness swimming through my bloodstream.
I let the kiss go longer, and so does he; his arm tightening around my middle and - hello!
Hard on. Rager. In. His. Pants.
Don’t freak, Rebecca, play it cool, keep kissing him. It’s just a part of the male anatomy that has extra blood flowing towards it because… because of you, you dirty girl!
That feels empowering and I immediately relax and melt into the kiss a little more. We’ve been going at it a few minutes now and I let my mouth fall open, and oh… fucking hell. His tongue is in my mouth, his hand is threading into my hair, my blood is rushing through my body and it feels so fucking irresistible. A moan escapes my mouth and into his and I can feel my panties start to dampen and my sex kegels in response.
We should stop… We should really, really stop. But I’m moving. My lower body is moving and before I can even debate if I should let this happen when we’re a guest in someone’s backyard, Chris has his big manly drummers hands on my hips and lifts me to completely straddle his lap.
“Fuck…Rebecca,” he rasps against my lips. Oh my God, he’s breathless, for fucks sake. “I’m about to go off in my pants, baby, and that’s not going to be a good look when we get back to the table.”
“Oh,” I tear my mouth away, feeling all sorts of embarrassed and major blue balls. “I’m sorry, we should-,”
“I should slow down, but… I could touch you… if you want…” He’s still panting and his eyes are searching mine, seeking consent and oh fuck would I love to get off right now. Chris’s pheromones are emanating off him, making me drunk on his scent and…
“Yes,” I pant before his lips are on mine again and his strong hand slips against the outside seam of my jeans, the friction of his fingers against the denim between my legs as he keeps his thumb pressing hard in front.
“Ride my hand,” he breathlessly growls as his mouth leaves mine and finds my neck. Oh my god I’ve never been kissed there before, so the newness of Chris’s lips there along with the slick feeling of his tongue lapping at that pulse point and it revs me up even higher, giving my hormones a surge, and just like that, I’m so much closer as I roll my pelvis against his deft hand.
Oh God what Jack and Mayzie must be thinking. I feel like such an asshole, dry humping their friend in their backyard, but right now my vagina can’t seem to care. She’s a selfish bitch in this moment, and I’m a twenty-six year-old virgin who is finally taking a trip to Orgasmville for the first time with a partner that doesn’t require a charging port.
“Come on baby, come on,” Chris urges in my ear, keeping his voice low. The way he’s spurring me on makes my breasts ache, and fuck, with an actual flesh and blood man this is next level. I had not idea the primal intimacy I’d been missing out on all this time.
I feel my orgasm crest and I ride his hand harder, picking up my speed so I can chase it over the hill, shamelessly whimpering into his mouth as I explode against him.
11
REBECCA
Idon’t know how I had the balls to come back here. After sort of getting it on in her backyard, I didn’t think I’d have the nerve to look Mayzie or Jack in the eye. Yet here I am.
I think coming back to the deck to find Jack draped over Mayzie on one of their chaise loungers while his mouth mauled hers helped ease the mortification.
Anyway, after all of us composed our horny asses and sat back down, I shyly announced that I had, ahem, calmed down, and was going to make every effort to be at the St. Michelle celebration. And when I’d quietly conveyed to Mayzie that I felt awkward and inadequate and wished there was a way I could get gussied up and feel a little more confident, she offered to help me get ready.
Fast forward to today.
Mayzie’s house is big and spacious, but it’s modest and cozy at the same time, making me feel strangely right at home.
“Thank you again for having me over and helping me get ready,” I gratefully tell her as I follow her up the stairs to where her bedroom and ensuite bathroom are.
“Well…” she trails off as she stops her ascent and turns to me. “Don’t thank me yet,” her features pull together, as she seems to cringe.
Time comes crashing to a stop and the oxygen gets sucked from the room. It’s what happens whenever something unexpected happens.
“Wh- what do you mean?” I ask, as my stomach turns over and fills with dread. Dammit, I had been so calm and talking normally.
“I uh… called someone to help,” she confesses before swiftly turning and resuming our journey up the stairs, leaving me no choice but to chase after her.
“Mayzie,” I protest, slightly breathless, either from the short sprint or the anxiety, it’s tough to say. “I can’t…”
We approach what I presume is her bedroom before she briskly turns to face me again. “You can,” she insists, her voice slightly firm before softening her tone. “You let Chris fucking Richards into your life. You’re dating him. Look at what you’ve accomplished since then,” she waves her hands up and down my person. “You came over to my house with no problem at all. And if you can date my husband’s crazy friend, you can open yourself to another… “—she squints one eye and looks at the ceiling—“complicated personality. One that can really help you feel not only comfortable in your own skin, but powerful in it.”
Shit. She has a point.