A grin pushed past the man’s lips and her heart skipped. “Let’s just try two more times, okay?”
She nodded blankly.
Austin tried again, but failed. She could tell he was a little frustrated now.
“That was actually better than the last. I’m impressed,” she said, trying to ease the mood.
He chuckled before inserting another coin — his last chance. Beyond the two’s expectations, Austin actually got it the third time.
“Yes!” he cheered.
“No freaking way! I can’t believe you did that. I’ve never seen anyone win at these!” Stacy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with astonishment.
He looked at her, taking the plushie out before giving it to her. “It’s all thanks to the way you were looking at me,” he said.
Stacy’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She held his hand and chuckled.
“Well, in that case, I’ll take the credit. Teamwork, right?”
Their playful banter filled the air as they walked toward the rides. Usual attractions, really. A teacup ride, bumper cars, a rollercoaster — oh, and a ferris wheel about 80 feet off the ground.
“You want to ride that? The line is a little long, but it should be fun.”
She looked at the line. Little was an understatement.
“Yeah, of course. That sounds great. Let’s go.”
If she was being honest, the rollercoaster seemed more like her thing. She loved the adrenaline rush. Quite thrilling.
But she’s never ridden a ferris wheel with a boyfriend before.
It’s like one of those cliche couple things you see in movies and books — which she absolutely adored experiencing.
So she agreed.
The two walked towards the ferris wheel, fingers still intertwined. However, as soon as they were about to get in line….
… Stacy’s phone vibrated. It was a text.
She looked through it.
Austin, focused on the line, did not see the shift in her expression.
It wasn’t until she tapped his shoulder that he realized something was going on.
“Hey, um. Do you mind if we… postpone it a little? My stomach feels a little weird. I think it’s the ice cream.
He nodded, concern painting over his eyes. “Yeah, of course! Do you need someone with you?”
“No, no! I’m really fine. Just… you don’t mind waiting here?”
“Not really. I could hold the line for us.”
She nodded, seemingly in a slight trance. Her eyes were unfocused, clearly thinking about something else.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Austin held her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
Stacy gazed back before leaning in and kissing him. No tongue, just lips connecting. It was supposed to be innocent.
But it didn’t feel like it at all.
He shivered. The boyfriend couldn’t pinpoint it, exactly, but something… something was different with this kiss.
Their lips separated as she answered, “It’s nothing. I’ll be back soon, all right?”
She smiled at him and Austin could only nod in response, still speechless over the kiss.
Before he could think more on it, his beautiful girlfriend already turned her back — walking away from him and the ferris wheel….
The boyfriend shrugged it off. He was probably just being a horndog.
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With her heart beating out of her chest, Stacy headed to the restroom.
What was strange, however, is that given the choice between the men’s bathroom on the left and the women’s on the right, she went left….
No, this wasn’t a mistake. After making sure no one saw her, Stacy purposely entered the men’s bathroom.
With the cold air assailing her figure from all sides, she tugged at her blazer for some warmth. How she missed Austin already.
But thoughts weren’t allowed in his vicinity. Not even thoughts of Austin.
She stared at the man in front of her; he was casually leaning on one of the stalls, seemingly waiting for someone.
The real reason she left… was the man in front of her.
“Hey, what took you so long? I thought you stood me up.”
“Warr, I told you not to call me when I’m on a date….” she said indignantly, pouting at him.
He chuckled, “My bad, Stace. I just really need to empty my balls right now. You understand, right? I haven’t had sex in two days — can you imagine?”
Stacy blushed. She didn’t have to imagine. Until now, she’s only done it six times with Austin. On average, that’s like once every month.
The truth is, she’s had sex with this guy exponentially more. Ever since she turned 18.
Warren was her first… and second.
Third. Fourth. Fifth.
She could barely count anymore.
It’s his fault that her body is so…
“Becca canceled at the last minute because her boyfriend saw one of our videos. Pretty sure he’s a closet cuck, though. I’m sure it’ll work out.”
“What are you trying to say, Warr? That I’m a back up? I can’t believe you!”
To Becca? The nerve of this guy. She’s way better than that bitch —
The girlfriend shook her head. What was she actually mad about?
Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Warren looked at her and slowly grinned, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Oh, Stace. Are you jealous?”
She said through gritted teeth, “You’re insane.”
Warren caressed her cheeks. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know? We can skip on this fake act for your boyfriend and I won’t think less of you. I prefer jealous girls anyway. Now, what excuse did you give what’s-his-name?”
She fumed once again at his audacity, “Oh, here we go again! It’s been a year, Warr! His name is Austin — you could be a little bothered to remember it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, clearly not listening as he properly eyed her body.
She shivered. Under the man’s (admittedly) beautiful eyes, Stacy always felt like she was a product to be assessed — with her curves and her body reduced to numbers.
It was something she never quite felt with Austin. Even despite their eye colors being too similar.
“By the way, do you have a condom? Left mine back at the house,” he asked.
Stacy knew her answer, but she hesitated to say it.
Warren grinned.
“You do.”
“Shut up! It’s not like that.”
“What’s it like then, Stace? ‘Cause it’s definitely not for your baby-dicked boyfriend.”
“I… saw it in the house… and I grabbed it in case this happened. Nothing more, all right?”
“Then why do you look ashamed?” he pointed out humorously.
That’s because she was. Stacy kept her head down. She couldn’t bear to see the judgment in his eyes.
But Warren only looked at her silently before kissing her earlobes. “Don’t be. I love prepared girls.”
His compliments shouldn’t make her feel giddy, but it did. It never really helped that he was so intimate.
Like a magnet, her body leaned in and kissed him back, hands unconsciously inching towards his lower body.
“Someone’s excited,” Warren whispered teasingly before he pushed her against the door, cornering her inside one of the stalls. The bathroom might be currently empty, but he couldn’t guarantee no one would come in. He only hoped people would get the gist and leave. Because he couldn’t promise silence.
On Stacy’s behalf, at least.
Stacy moaned as Warren started to bite at her neck and fondle her tits. The man grinned at the lost expression on her face.
Stacy liked to pretend otherwise, but she’s always been hardcore. Essentially nothing was off the table since her first — and he wondered if she thought that was his fault.