It might have been just in my head. Since I didn’t want this to be over with and I very much wanted to do it again. But there was just this way she was laying there with her legs spread, staring at me. Inviting. She had come, but she wanted to come again. Wanted me to do it. But could not actually ask.
“I…” I started.
“I’m sorry.” She said overtop me.
“Why?”
“For making you do that.”
“Making me?” I laughed.
“What are you doing?” As I turned over, throwing a leg overtop the center console.
“What are you making me do? Is that what you mean?” I asked, kissing my way down her thigh that was overtop my seat towards her lightly hairy cunt.
“Oh Lawrence!” Letting her head fall back, shifting on the duffel to give herself to me.
I eased in again, giving her a few test licks to make sure she was really up for seconds, then diving into it. She was really up for seconds! As soon as I found her clitoris she snapped her head up, found both her breasts, started pulling on those pink nipples. Moaning as I tongue bathed her cunt from a different direction than before. Huffing and nodding as I taster fucked her, throwing my tongue in and out of her entrance as fast as I could.
“Yes! Oh Lawrence!” When I replaced my tongue with two fingers, reaching up to take one of her breasts from her at almost the same time.
The hard pointy nip rubbed at my palm as I hefted the large thing, delighting in the feel. Then she really moaned as my breast play seemed to do her way better than her own touching had. I once more wanted this to last hours but she was humping at my face and fingers. Went still (I really couldn’t get that clit if she was moving around so much.) when I started giving her the double digits harder and faster. Sinking back down onto the duffel and moaning my name. So of course I rotated them so my palm was up, curled them, found her sweet spot.
“Oh Lawrence! Oh my god! Oh Lawrence! Oh my god! Oh my god! Lawrence! Oh my god!” Grabbing the top of my head, shoving her pussy up at my face, before coming again!
“MmmmmmMMMMmmmm!” I purred as I licked at her, letting her clit pop free when she settled back down. Probably pushing my luck as I instantly asked, “Want me to do it again?”
“No!” And she was good now, twisting so sexily to ‘protect’ her pussy from my tongue or fingers.
“Okay.” I laughed, I couldn’t stay in that position anymore anyway, without her sweet treat as motivation at least. I was hard again, hard and wanting but I could see I had licked her to complete satisfaction. I got my underwear and pants back on before she could see, not hiding my erection but masking it. “I would, if just to prove to you that I wanted to go down on you. Thrice. Not a greedy jerk who takes a BJ and doesn’t give back.”
“I didn’t think you were greedy or a jerk but…” I don’t know what she was going to say, fear popping into her eyes. “Lawrence, I shouldn’t have… Even once! I wasn’t… Fresh.”
“You were delicious.”
“Well,” Giving me a sweet and slightly embarrassed laugh. “I must have been because nobody has enjoyed me like you just did.”
I helped her get to the front seat, was a little surprised (And I’ll say it, hopeful for more.) when she cupped my face and kissed me. I could tell it was part appreciation, part putting a finality to our little oral fling. And maybe partly to taste herself on my lips and tongue. She didn’t make a big show of that last but when she pulled away I could see her rolling her tongue around in her mouth. Judging herself for herself.
“Alright… Gas station?” Chickening out from what I wanted her to say, which was that I was taking her apartment (or wherever she was staying) and I would be staying for the entire weekend.
“Yeah, gas station.” But when she reached for her panties she did not put them on, instead she stared at them. Made sure I was watching as she opened the center console storage area and dropped them in. “For proof.”
“Sixteen Candles style, okay.” Although it really wasn’t proof for my friends, it would be proof to me that I didn’t dream this.
“Yes!” Clearly shocked that I knew that movie.
******
“I didn’t even think about the can.” Mrs. Kime said as I stood beside her vehicle filling it up with the borrowed gas can. “I… I don’t know what I would have done without you showing up, you really are… Exactly what I needed today.”
I didn’t say anything, tiding her over with a wink and half of a shrug. Cocky like. I knew not a lot of places had gas cans because assholes came in with sad stories of running out, then never came back with them. Olive’s did, they only lent them out to people who lived in Defluer though. There was a big Olive sticker on each side, it was a five gallon so Mrs. Kime wouldn’t need to go running to get gas right away either. Some stupid part of me wanted to remind her that she “owed” me for the fuel, we’d gotten there and she’d not had her purse so I had paid. But seeing her tits would have been worth ten times the price I paid. Even gas prices nowadays. Getting blown by her and allowed to lick that pussy (Twice!) I thought I owed her. Still.
“I can take it back.” She said once the thing was empty and I headed back to my trunk with it.
“No, no I borrowed it and I’ll take it back.” I didn’t think she was irresponsible, but Leslie would kill me if it didn’t get it back to her today. Leslie wasn’t exactly scary but she was a force to be fucking reckoned with. “And I’m sure Leslie wants to tell me a dozen different bits of gossip.”
“Yeah, probably.” Mrs. Kime said a little distractedly, not because she was thinking of Leslie who she’d taught, I’d graduated with, had worked at Olive’s since she was sixteen, and was one of the town’s centers of rumor trade.
“Maybe I’ll tell her what we did.” There was an old t-shirt that had ended up in my trunk somehow that I used to wipe my hands off with, then went around to the side, dumped some water from my metal bottle onto my hands, before using sanitizer. Another douse of water and sanitizer and water had the smell of gas erased, some people liked it, I did not. Mrs. Kime was watching me, smiled as I closed my trunk, walking halfway back to her. I kept hoping that she would invite me to her place for the entire weekend, or just to ‘visit’. “If I told her your husband would hear about it in two days, give or take.”
“You think it would take that long?” My former teacher laughed.
“No, probably not.” I laughed. Silence stretched out between us. I told myself she was just standing there wanting me to make another offer, but I guess I’d used up all my bravery. Or thought I’d used up all my luck and asking again would make me look pathetic and feel that way when she turned me down. “It’s been really nice seeing you again.”
“Yes! It really has been. Really Lawrence, you’re my hero.” And she came over and gave me a big hug.
“You made my year.” I told her, neither of us in a hurry to let go.
It was nice there, in that moment with her. Her car had stopped in a wooded area. There was lots of Defluer Ridge boulders to either side of the road, which had prevented the farmers from getting at this chunk of land, letting the woods grow up. (Or continue to grow since this had all been once before us hungry humans.) Everything was shaded from the sun, the canopy of trees almost touching as they reached out from their separate sides of the road. Leaves shifted in the light breeze, which was channeled into the opening between open fields building to a nice cooling gust by the time it reached us.