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That disappointment is short lived. My feelings turn into delight when he doesn’t brush my hand away.
He doesn’t look at me, either. Nope, he gazes out the window, a faraway look on his features. But his cock jumps, hardens against my palm, his jeans the only thing separating us.
With his focus still on the passing scenery, I’m a little surprised when, with lightning fast movements, his hand covers mine, holds me tight against his shaft. Beneath my touch, he grows harder with every breath, until he has a full blown erection.
Oh, god. Sweet.
I fix my gaze on the front seats, trying to see if my parents notice what we’re up to.
Dad’s still driving, grumbling at the other drivers. Mother is as oblivious and happy as a jay bird.
I squeeze and grope Mr. Collins’s erection while struggling to maintain a calm fa?ade. I want to giggle, purr, rub my hot p**sy over his cock while I kiss the breath out of him.
I squeeze, stroke, pet the cock I’ve come to know so well. I don’t see my lover often, but I’ve spent plenty of time getting to know this piece of him.
His face is still a stoic mask while I touch him. Then, in yet another blur of speed, he peels my hand from his body. He keeps hold of my hand, turns it over until my palm faces him. With the tip of a finger, he draws on my skin. First, it’s a single line, a sharp point added at the end.
Okay, “I”.
Then there’s a curve, mirrored with another. A heart. Okay, I heart.
Finally, there’s a half circle. “U”. You. I heart you? I love you?
God, for once I’m struck dumb and speechless. Totally weird for me.
I’m so stunned I turn to him sharply, and he meets my gaze boldly, his eyes steady, expression solemn. A shrill of overjoyed panic tears my focus from him, and back to the front seats, to my parents drowning in their own happy world.
Good. I allow myself a small measure of relief and pull my hand from his before my parents notice our touching. My cheeks burn, heart pounding wildly.
I heart U. I love you.
God. Is it true?
And why am I acting like this?
This isn’t the first time I’ve heard these words from a guy. Several of my past lovers had confessed their feelings. Often to the point of them being sickeningly lovey-dovey, which does nothing but annoy me. And I hadn’t truly cared since they were just f**k buddies. Cocks come (I’m not going to snort my laughter, I’m not), and cocks go.
No bigs.
But Mr. Collins is different. Always has been.
He’s special. He’s the first man I ever lusted after and still the one man I yearn for amongst all of the lovers I’ve had.
I heart U.
Does he genuinely mean it? I never expected much from our relationship due to our age difference… our situation. I have always tried hard not to think beyond the time we share together. Deep inside, I’ve always had the fear that if I pressed too much, I’d scare him off. Adults think differently than dopey teenagers, and I didn’t want to lose him. I like him too much. I’d probably go crazy if he says he doesn’t want to see me any longer.
I steal a glance at him, and it’s as if his eyes snare my attention, hold it steady. My chest feels heavy, constricted, and I can barely breathe beneath his scrutiny. It’s as if the heavens have opened and angels have sung, I know he means it. Okay, that was stupid, but that’s how it feels. The eyes are the windows to the soul and can speak a million words. His are saying three.
I skirt his eyes, study the tips of my worn intensity and my naughty mood evaporates.
Maybe I should behave myself. I shouldn’t tempt and tease him, so we can keep our affair a secret, hidden from prying, surely judgmental, eyes. If I’m careless and my parents discover us, it could be the end.
Since, you know, I’m pretty sure my dad won’t be happy with his best friend banging his daughter. Mr. Collins is only four years younger than my dad, so… yeah.
And, if I were older and not just starting college, my parents would view the relationship differently. Perhaps they’d see me as a “real” adult, free to make my own choices. They’d understand I can’t help who I fall in love with. But, for now, some things are best kept hidden from their prying eyes.
I behave myself for the rest of the ride; put the earbuds in and listen to my iPod.
At some point, I doze off, only to be shaken awake by Mr. Collins when we arrive.
* * *
My resolve to be a decent girl disappears the moment my mother introduces me to her friend, Carolyn Somersby. She looks to be in her early forties, but she’s got the body of a twenty-five-year-old. She’s got perky breasts (bigger than mine, the bitch), smooth skin, platinum blond hair (real, not bleached), a small waist and generous hips. Men would say she’s “perfect to be mounted”, all ripe and full of experience. I would call her type MILP: Mother I’d Like to Punch.
Ahem.
Adding to my bubbling irritation is the fact that Carolyn is pretty. She has these giant, blue, fawn eyes, heart shaped face and sensual, naturally rouged lips. Her voice is that of a songbird and her laugh is jubilant and carefree.
Can I just shoot her now? Leave her to rot in the wilderness? Please?
If I didn’t know my mom had planned for Kri to hook up with Carolyn, I may have even liked the woman. Maybe. But now, all I can think of is the fact that I want to wrap my hands around her slender neck and choke the life out of her.
Carolyn brings her own surprise… she’s brought along her son, Brandon, a sophomore at Brown.