“What do you think?”
Kim looked at me, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. After several moments, she smiled. “Yep. I think you did that.”
I kissed her, my grin splitting my face. “Absolutely true. Unfortunately, I only did it with Marie that one time. I would have loved to do it more, but she always blew me off. To this day I don’t know why she let me do that in the car.”
“I’m guessing you didn’t complain,” Kim said, giggling.
“Nope.”
“How long did you and Susan go out after that?”
“We stopped going out after that party. I just couldn’t bring myself to get intimate with… well, basically a cum dumpster.”
“A what?” Kim asked, laughing as her hand stroked my cock.
I shrugged. “What would you call her? I have no idea how many guys she fucked before, during and after me.”
“I’m so sorry.” Kim scooted up and lay beside me on the bed, kissed me and she wrapped her arms around me.
“It’s okay. I wasn’t in love with her, or anything. I mean, she was fun to hang out with and all, but It was mostly about the sex.”
“You’re terrible!” She laughed, her eyes twinkling.
“What? I’m honest.”
Kim shook her head. After a moment, she said, “I guess.”
“So what about you? Tell me something really juicy.”
She grinned. “Oh, I don’t have much to tell.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” She smacked his arm.
Laughing, he said, “No! I just know you can be… adventurous sometimes.”
“I shouldn’t tell you anything.”
“Of course you should. I told you a story, now it’s your turn.”
She smiled and shook her head, then rolled over to lie flat. I kneeled next to her, my hands moving over her body as she thought.
“Okay… I’ve got one for you.”
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“Hey, Kim!”
I turned to see who called me, and there he was. My crush since middle school.
“Hi, Pete.”
I noticed his eyes did a once-over and was glad I’d worn my sundress. It was warm and humid, and it felt good to have it flow around me as I moved around the party. He didn’t know it, but I’d gone commando. It got me so hot that no one knew.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” he said, smiling at me.
I thought I saw something in his eyes, but chalked it up to wishful thinking. Being without my bra, I wondered if he liked how my boobs swayed when I turned around. I made sure to move subtly and put the girls to work. Who knew? Maybe I could finally get his attention.
“Yeah, it’s been a while. How are you?” I actually batted my eyelashes at him. What a dork. But he seemed interested, so we stood there and talked for a while.
The music was loud, and people came and went as we stood off to the side in the dining room, trying to hear each other over the din.
He drained his beer and looked at the empty bottle, then raised one eyebrow and asked, “What to grab a fresh one and get some air?”
My heart lurched in my chest. “Sure!” I said as brightly as possible, then followed him into the kitchen. He grabbed two bottles from the cooler, opened them, then looked back at me.
“Come on, it’s nice outside.”
I nodded and followed him as we stepped through the door and out onto the back deck.
The noise level dropped immediately as we stood by the railing off to the side and out of sight of the kitchen. He handed me a bottle, and we clinked them together.
Leaning on the railing, we chatted about nothing in particular. Before us was a wide, sloping lawn with bushes and trees about a hundred feet downslope. Fireflies flitted a foot or so above the manicured grass, blinking on and off in the warm night air.
“So, are you here with anyone?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “No, just Susie and Naomi.”
He looked at me and smiled. “A beauty like you? Here, without a guy?”
I raised my eyebrows and smiled. Shrugging, I shook my head. “Nope.”
I took a swallow of beer and looked at him. “You?”
He sighed and looked across the dark lawn. “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “Jane’s here with me. She pissed at me for something…”
I nodded, standing next to him, my elbows on the railing. I’d had problems with Jane before. She and her little posse thought they were better than everyone else and had embarrassed me more times than I could remember.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pete look me over. I subtly pushed my ass out further, then turned toward him, letting my tits slid under my thin dress.
I caught his eyes moving up and seeing my boobs. I looked away so he wouldn’t get embarrassed. After all, I wanted him to take the bait I was offering.
“I’m surprised you’re still with her,” I said, trying to sound casual.
He nodded and took a pull from his bottle. “Yeah,” he said, letting his breath out.
We stood there for a few moments, enjoying the warm night air.
“I love how they do that,” Pete said as he took a swig of beer and watched the fireflies moving over the grass..
“They’re amazing. I always loved to run around at night in the fields when they were out.”
“Hey!” He turned and looked at me.
I looked back, surprised at his sudden exclamation.
“I remember we did that during the middle school outing. You were there, right?”
My heart skipped a beat. “I sure was!”
He grinned at me. “So, you wanna?”
A shot of adrenaline coursed through me. “Okay!” I told him quickly, then realized I wasn’t sure if he asked me what I’d hoped he did. “Do what?” At that point, I’d have said yes to anything he asked me. Absolutely anything.
“Go running through the fireflies.” He grinned, and at that moment looked like a twelve-year-old boy, eager to go out and have fun. An insanely hot and sexy twelve-year-old, but you know what I mean.
“Come on!” And with that, he turned, bolted down the few steps and out onto the dark lawn. I put my bottle down and followed him.
We were like a couple of little kids, laughing and running, creating lanes through the startled fireflies. They moved away from us, and we followed them around the lawn.
I noticed he kept looking over at me, and I realized my tits were going all over, and one time I’m pretty sure one popped out because I felt the cool air on my nipple. It was covered when I looked down. I made sure to move those babies as much as possible whenever he was looking my way.
Eventually, we ended up around a line of tall hedges. There, standing in the moonlight, was an old-fashioned gazebo, shining in the moon’s silvery light. A few fireflies buzzed around it, and we went over to it and sat on an old rattan loveseat, laughing and catching our breath.
We talked for a while, relaxing and enjoying the warm, humid night. The thrum of the cicadas started up. I guess our romp around the yard earlier had quieted them.
At one point, Pete’s arm went over the back of the chair, and I tensed, hoping he’d put it around my shoulders. I wanted to encourage him, so I slid a little closer and put my palm on his thigh.
He looked down at my hand, then over at my tits. I’d pulled down the front of my dress when I sat down and pushed my arms together, making them bulge out. I don’t think I could have been less subtle, but I really didn’t care.
He took the bait, and a few moments later, his hand slid down to rest on my shoulder. His fingers moved lightly over my bare skin, making me tingle. My palm was hot, and I’m sure he felt it through his shorts. I moved my hand over his thigh, and when his fingers pressed into my arm, I pressed into his leg.