"guitars and Cars" RPF, Hayley Williams/Miley Cyrus- M
Title: "Guitars and Cars"
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Hayley Williams (Paramore)/ Miley Cyrus
Rating: NC-17, tame smut.
Words: ~2790
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Note: Written for letscall_l after her brilliant Hayley/Demi piece, Crushcrushcrush. Also, since she was a having a shit day. Love you, writer-girlfriend-forever-mate :D
~This is slight AU, meaning they're singers, but aren't quite famous. going for a little artistic license here.
Comment if you like it. Just a simply "cool!" or "crap!" would suffice. *iz attention whore*
The southern sun beat down relentlessly on my neck. My hair was up in a messy bun, but it did nothing to coax a breeze. The strands of hair that fell to my shoulders tickled me. This relaxing stroll through my hometown was quickly tuning into a race for survival. I needed a drink.
Glinting up at the sun, the thought of global warming crossed my mind. I wondered if that’s how the apocalypse will occur. It seemed fitting; boiling seas, acid rain, massive floods and droughts and fires, locusts and plagues; all that stuff. If it is, that’s gonna suck. It’s so freakin’ hot, god.
I kicked the dirt with my heels and walked into the next open building along the street, looking for some solace from the sun. It was a car garage, and the smell of oil and grease and sweat assaulted my nostrils. I was almost afraid to walk in - the primped and proper lifestyle that I’ve grown into has taught me to be wary of dirty things, as more often than not what I’m wearing is expensive and very stainable. And my clumsiness has never helped matters any.
I mustered up my irresistible southern charm and called out to the seemingly empty garage, “’Scuse me, I’m terribly sorry, but could I bother y’all for a glass a’ water? I’m parched.”
I heard the clanging of tools as they hit the dirty cement floor. From behind a beat down looking Chevy emerged a coverall clad redhead. The thick navy blue garment was open to the waist, exposing her toned arms from under her dirty white wifebeater. She was hot and bothered, like me, and her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, streaks of light red and yellow falling and sticking to her cheeks. She swiped the back of her hand across her brow and stretched lazily upwards, before she looked me up and down and nodded, then turned wordlessly towards the office room at the back. I’m wasn’t used to such standoff-ish behavior so I took a few more steps into the garage and called out to her.
“Hot day, ain’t it? Unusual for this month.” She came back out a second later with a glass in her hand.
“Not really.”
“Sorry?”
“The weather. It’s been about this temp for the past few weeks. Tends to get pretty high up there around this time.” The water was warm, and did nothing to fight off the heat. She fiddled more with her messy hair, and I could see the rays of sunlight reflecting off the streaks of yellow woven between the red locks, turning them golden.
“Oh? Well, I suppose I can’t really judge anymore. I‘ve been living up in California playing music for the past few years, so I haven’t visited in quite some time. It’s part of the reason why I took a stroll today - wanted to see what had changed, ya know?”
“You sure are talkative for a girl who’s parched.” Her eyes were squinting out into the abandoned dusty street, avoiding me. Her hands were pushing into the small of her back and her stance was leaning heavily on the foot facing away from me.
“Oh, well… yes.” I trailed off, because I seemed to have upset her. A few beats of silence passed between us.I could feel the tension like it was a physical mass. I swallowed the last few gulps of my warm drink quickly, looking anywhere but at her.
“Gah, I apologize, I’m a wreck today,” her voice brought my eyes back, and she tossed her head and brought a palm to her forehead, brushing her hair back.
“My friends were supposed to come in and help me with this project, since it’s their car, but once again, they’ve left me to fend for myself. They’re probably jamming with my guitars up at the river. Jerks.”
“That sucks. So, um, you play then? Guitar?”
The redhead turned to face me then, finally, her hand relaxed on her hip. My grip on the empty glass tightened, and my hands began to sweat.
“I do yeah. Been a music kid all through growin’ up.” She paused and scrutinized me. “So, you made it big out in Cali?”
I shuffled my feet, trying my best to look bashful, when really it’s the proudest accomplishment of my life. “Yeah, kinda. It took forever, but we found an agency and… ya know… things progressed from there,” I shrugged and suddenly felt uncomfortable with the way the redhead was gazing at me. I cleared my throat loudly, and asked for another glass of water, if she wouldn’t mind.
This time I followed her past the car she was working on, gazing at the interior. The complicated machine was grimy and worn. Probably some old classic. People and their love of fixing dead cars, I’ll never get it. I jumped slightly when I felt the glass press against my bare shoulder.
“I didn’t getchur name, by the way…”
“Oh, my apologies. My name is Miley.” I looked at her expectantly, but she just sat her weight on one foot again and smirked. I continued, “And if you don’t mind me asking, ma’am, what’s your name?”
She immediately stiffened and shook her hands out to her sides like she touched something gross.
“Ick, no way. Ain’t no ‘ma’am’ here. I’m just Hayley.” Finally, she wiped her hand on her dirty coveralls and extended it to grasp mine in a greeting that should have happened awhile back. She looked my in the eye and gave me the first smile I’ve seen on her as she said, “And, cute name, by the way, Miley. Real cute.”
For some reason, this made the back of my neck burn uncomfortably. I took a few more gulps of water.
“Uh, yeah, it’s a nickname from when I was a kid. Anyway. Uhm, how long have you been working on this beauty?” I patted the side of the Chevy lightly, but my hand drew away a layer of grime and I cringed visibly.
“Haha, it’s all right. You can call it what it is - a piece a’ junk. We just got it a couple a’ days ago, so it ain’t nothing special just yet.” The girl with the pretty name took out a rag from her back pocket and began a slow circle of rubbing dust and grime off the car. It was not very effective.
“So, how long are you here for, sweetie? Your family with you in town today?”
I watched as she meticulously continued to “clean” the car with her dirty rag. She didn’t seem to mind that her method was hilariously ineffective. It seemed more like she was just caressing the car; her eyes were wide and attentive as she ran the rag over the back of the hood, down the open window, to the handles, then around to the back.
“Well, no, its just me today. Daddy said it was too hot to go for a walk, but silly, headstrong me decided it was the perfect time,” I shrugged again and swayed on my feet awkwardly. “Normally I’d just spend all day with my horses, but like I said, I wanted to come into town.” I walked over to the nearest desk and placed my glass down. For lack of anything better to do, I continued to talk.
“We’re visiting my mamaw for a couple weeks. Then back to work in LA.”
“Oh, Miss LA girl, huh? Impressive.” She looked over the trunk of the Chevy and through the dusty window at me. I smiled sheepishly.
“Yeah, I guess. But you know, if you work at it, I’m sure you could do the same, if not better than me.” I tried to appease the mysterious and aloof Hayley, but my words seemed to have the opposite effect on her. She stuffed her rag back in her pocket and walked over to me until she was definitely within my personal bubble.
“What makes you think I haven’t worked at it, huh? I could be a better singer than you, but you just can’t be sure. And why would I wanna flee to Hollywood, huh? Land a’ freaks n’ posers. No thanks. When my band gets up, we’re gonna head in the opposite direction, that’s already been decided. Grassroots, sweetheart, that’s how the real spirit of the music gets passed on.”
She got right in my face, and I stuttered in both my words and movements. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, trying to protect myself. But there was no need. She smirked again and leaned in quickly, causing me to stumble back again. Then she turned on her heel and went to the tool bench.
“I’m just joking around sweetie. You seem very uneasy for a local back on her home turf. Let loose. Ain’t no hate here.” She grabbed a metallic object and leaned over the open hood and began clanking around in there. I shifted on my feet and scooted closer to the Chevy.
“Oh, ah hahaha, yeah, sorry…” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I felt at such a loss with this girl, and I had no idea how to fix it and get back to my normal, charming self. I didn’t belong here, in this dirty garage, with this disheveled, rough girl.
After a few minutes of tinkering, Hayley looked up from her work and leaned on her elbows, assessing me. Her green eyes trailed a fiery path up my torso and then back down to my legs. I clasped my hands behind my back.
“Hey. Wanna see how it works?” It was a simple question, but I was still left stunned. I coughed to clear my throat then said, “I know horses, girl, not cars. I wouldn’t eat half of what you’re servin’ up.”
She chuckled and wiped her hand on her thigh before swiping it through her red hair. She walked toward the front of the vehicle and braced her arms against it, giving me a sidelong glance with cocked eyebrows.
“Nah, c’mon. Let me show you - it’ easy. I love showing off my expertise anyway.” She shook her head and brought her left hand up to chest in a dramatic gesture of exhibition. Then she held it out to coax me nearer. I followed almost without thinking.
She started to explain to me all about the interconnectivity of the gears and the engine and the turbines and blah, blah, blah, but all I could really understand was that her touch on my bare shoulder, her thumb resting lightly under the sleeve of my dress, was burning me. And when she reached out to point to some strange gizmo behind the engine, her body became flush with mine, and I felt my knees get weak. She smelled of metal and grease and leather and guitars, and I found myself leaning closer to her.
Then she braced her arm around the side of my body, so that she was speaking more to my shoulder than to my head, and she effectively trapped me against the metal beast.
I shuddered; I know she felt it. She was leaning into me, and even though her words never slowed, her voice grew quieter, until I could her a low purring behind every syllable, like an engine waiting to be revved. The next words she spoke sent a thrill to my core, and my knees almost gave out.
“You’re a pretty girl, Miley. You don’t belong in a dirty place like this. Why are you here?”
I couldn’t speak. No-longer-aloof Hayley continued.
“Do you need something from me? Something you can’t find in California? Something a little wilder? Untamed? Like those horses you like so much?”
Her arm wrapped around my midsection and pulled me closer to her body. I inhaled deeply and that same scent pervaded my senses and I had to close my eyes to savor it. My hands gripped the metal of the car, and her head dipped close to my ear.
“I can show you raw power. Unbridled. Fast.”
I gasped my answer, “Yes.”
She turned me around forcefully and pressed her lips to mine. I opened my mouth a second later to let her tongue invade and conquer. The heat was almost unbearable; the metal beneath my ass seemed to burn through the thin material of my sundress, and my hands felt scalded on Hayley’s hot, sweaty skin, running over her thin shoulders and down her back, underneath her sticky wifebeater.
My kisses grew sloppy, and I pulled away to lick at her dirty cheek. The taste was unfamiliar, and very, very, very bitter. I gaged. Hayley pulled away and squeezed my arm, her eyes displaying mock shock.
I was busy squeezing my eyes and lashing out my tongue against the roof of my mouth, trying to rid it of the gross taste, but I heard her chuckle amusedly, “Yeah, part of the job, sweetheart. Shoulda warned ya, but, I didn’t.”
She shrugged and moved her mouth to my neck just as I licked the back of my hand in a last effort to rub off the taste of car oil. The feeling her nipping teeth and chapped lips on my neck sent a moan reverberating through my body. I gripped onto her shoulders and lifted my head back, leaning further over the open hood. Hayley’s lithe form leaned over on top of mine, and we curved over the vehicle like some couple in an artsy black and white photo.
We leaned so far back that I lost my balance and sat full on top of the car, almost falling back onto the engine. Hayley suddenly pulled me up by her arm wrapped round my waist and held me to her side. She reached over and unhitched the hood so that it crashed back down to lay flat. I was then roughly thrown back onto the hood and we quickly took up are previous position. My leg rose up caress her leg and hip through her coveralls before I hooked it behind her waist.
Her hands remained locked in position on my back, serving mostly to support me. At another groan from me as our hips met in a slow grind, she gathered me up again and bodily nudged me further up on the hood, so that I could lay down on my back and her hands could roam free. They immediately found the hem of my thigh high dress and slipped under it, running over my thighs and teasing over my panties and stomach.
When she pushed aside my thin panties to run a finger through my slick folds, I moaned with abandon and both my legs hooked tightly around her waist, pulling my pelvis into her. Her lips were like fire on my skin, her touch was a branding.
My hands wove their way into her red hair, the color very fitting for hot Tennessee. I pulled her head closer to my body as she trailed kisses and licks along my neck, collar and the valley between my breasts.
She was right about it being powerful and fast. I was clinging to her in ecstasy in less than five minutes. I could feel the dirt and grime from the hood stick to my exposed back and thin dress from the sweat. Hayley untangled herself from my limbs and walked away. I felt dazed and out of breath, but a minute later she was back, with another glass of water. She took my hand and pulled me up, gentlemen-like, and handed the glass to me. I was parched again.
She reached over and placed a strand of hair behind my ear.
“So you’re here for a few weeks, you said?”
“Yeah. Yes, I am.”
“So, then… maybe I’ll see you around?” It was the first time she seemed sincerely interested, despite reverting to her favorite position of leaning on one leg.
I finished my water. “Yeah sure.” I smiled prettily. She grinned back, her confidence returning.
“Hey, you ever been to the river on a summer night when the fireflies are going off?” she raised her eyebrows suggestively as she took out her rag and rubbed her hands with it.
“Not since I was a little girl… that sounds lovely. Maybe I’ll bring my guitar.”
Hayley grinned mischievously, “And I’ll bring a clean blanket, and I promise I’ll wash up beforehand.”
I felt another thrill rise up in me at her words.
I didn’t end up leaving the garage until a half hour later, when the afternoon sun was angled to let a little shade gather cool air in pockets along the street.
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Hayley Williams (Paramore)/ Miley Cyrus
Rating: NC-17, tame smut.
Words: ~2790
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Note: Written for letscall_l after her brilliant Hayley/Demi piece, Crushcrushcrush. Also, since she was a having a shit day. Love you, writer-girlfriend-forever-mate :D
~This is slight AU, meaning they're singers, but aren't quite famous. going for a little artistic license here.
Comment if you like it. Just a simply "cool!" or "crap!" would suffice. *iz attention whore*
The southern sun beat down relentlessly on my neck. My hair was up in a messy bun, but it did nothing to coax a breeze. The strands of hair that fell to my shoulders tickled me. This relaxing stroll through my hometown was quickly tuning into a race for survival. I needed a drink.
Glinting up at the sun, the thought of global warming crossed my mind. I wondered if that’s how the apocalypse will occur. It seemed fitting; boiling seas, acid rain, massive floods and droughts and fires, locusts and plagues; all that stuff. If it is, that’s gonna suck. It’s so freakin’ hot, god.
I kicked the dirt with my heels and walked into the next open building along the street, looking for some solace from the sun. It was a car garage, and the smell of oil and grease and sweat assaulted my nostrils. I was almost afraid to walk in - the primped and proper lifestyle that I’ve grown into has taught me to be wary of dirty things, as more often than not what I’m wearing is expensive and very stainable. And my clumsiness has never helped matters any.
I mustered up my irresistible southern charm and called out to the seemingly empty garage, “’Scuse me, I’m terribly sorry, but could I bother y’all for a glass a’ water? I’m parched.”
I heard the clanging of tools as they hit the dirty cement floor. From behind a beat down looking Chevy emerged a coverall clad redhead. The thick navy blue garment was open to the waist, exposing her toned arms from under her dirty white wifebeater. She was hot and bothered, like me, and her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, streaks of light red and yellow falling and sticking to her cheeks. She swiped the back of her hand across her brow and stretched lazily upwards, before she looked me up and down and nodded, then turned wordlessly towards the office room at the back. I’m wasn’t used to such standoff-ish behavior so I took a few more steps into the garage and called out to her.
“Hot day, ain’t it? Unusual for this month.” She came back out a second later with a glass in her hand.
“Not really.”
“Sorry?”
“The weather. It’s been about this temp for the past few weeks. Tends to get pretty high up there around this time.” The water was warm, and did nothing to fight off the heat. She fiddled more with her messy hair, and I could see the rays of sunlight reflecting off the streaks of yellow woven between the red locks, turning them golden.
“Oh? Well, I suppose I can’t really judge anymore. I‘ve been living up in California playing music for the past few years, so I haven’t visited in quite some time. It’s part of the reason why I took a stroll today - wanted to see what had changed, ya know?”
“You sure are talkative for a girl who’s parched.” Her eyes were squinting out into the abandoned dusty street, avoiding me. Her hands were pushing into the small of her back and her stance was leaning heavily on the foot facing away from me.
“Oh, well… yes.” I trailed off, because I seemed to have upset her. A few beats of silence passed between us.I could feel the tension like it was a physical mass. I swallowed the last few gulps of my warm drink quickly, looking anywhere but at her.
“Gah, I apologize, I’m a wreck today,” her voice brought my eyes back, and she tossed her head and brought a palm to her forehead, brushing her hair back.
“My friends were supposed to come in and help me with this project, since it’s their car, but once again, they’ve left me to fend for myself. They’re probably jamming with my guitars up at the river. Jerks.”
“That sucks. So, um, you play then? Guitar?”
The redhead turned to face me then, finally, her hand relaxed on her hip. My grip on the empty glass tightened, and my hands began to sweat.
“I do yeah. Been a music kid all through growin’ up.” She paused and scrutinized me. “So, you made it big out in Cali?”
I shuffled my feet, trying my best to look bashful, when really it’s the proudest accomplishment of my life. “Yeah, kinda. It took forever, but we found an agency and… ya know… things progressed from there,” I shrugged and suddenly felt uncomfortable with the way the redhead was gazing at me. I cleared my throat loudly, and asked for another glass of water, if she wouldn’t mind.
This time I followed her past the car she was working on, gazing at the interior. The complicated machine was grimy and worn. Probably some old classic. People and their love of fixing dead cars, I’ll never get it. I jumped slightly when I felt the glass press against my bare shoulder.
“I didn’t getchur name, by the way…”
“Oh, my apologies. My name is Miley.” I looked at her expectantly, but she just sat her weight on one foot again and smirked. I continued, “And if you don’t mind me asking, ma’am, what’s your name?”
She immediately stiffened and shook her hands out to her sides like she touched something gross.
“Ick, no way. Ain’t no ‘ma’am’ here. I’m just Hayley.” Finally, she wiped her hand on her dirty coveralls and extended it to grasp mine in a greeting that should have happened awhile back. She looked my in the eye and gave me the first smile I’ve seen on her as she said, “And, cute name, by the way, Miley. Real cute.”
For some reason, this made the back of my neck burn uncomfortably. I took a few more gulps of water.
“Uh, yeah, it’s a nickname from when I was a kid. Anyway. Uhm, how long have you been working on this beauty?” I patted the side of the Chevy lightly, but my hand drew away a layer of grime and I cringed visibly.
“Haha, it’s all right. You can call it what it is - a piece a’ junk. We just got it a couple a’ days ago, so it ain’t nothing special just yet.” The girl with the pretty name took out a rag from her back pocket and began a slow circle of rubbing dust and grime off the car. It was not very effective.
“So, how long are you here for, sweetie? Your family with you in town today?”
I watched as she meticulously continued to “clean” the car with her dirty rag. She didn’t seem to mind that her method was hilariously ineffective. It seemed more like she was just caressing the car; her eyes were wide and attentive as she ran the rag over the back of the hood, down the open window, to the handles, then around to the back.
“Well, no, its just me today. Daddy said it was too hot to go for a walk, but silly, headstrong me decided it was the perfect time,” I shrugged again and swayed on my feet awkwardly. “Normally I’d just spend all day with my horses, but like I said, I wanted to come into town.” I walked over to the nearest desk and placed my glass down. For lack of anything better to do, I continued to talk.
“We’re visiting my mamaw for a couple weeks. Then back to work in LA.”
“Oh, Miss LA girl, huh? Impressive.” She looked over the trunk of the Chevy and through the dusty window at me. I smiled sheepishly.
“Yeah, I guess. But you know, if you work at it, I’m sure you could do the same, if not better than me.” I tried to appease the mysterious and aloof Hayley, but my words seemed to have the opposite effect on her. She stuffed her rag back in her pocket and walked over to me until she was definitely within my personal bubble.
“What makes you think I haven’t worked at it, huh? I could be a better singer than you, but you just can’t be sure. And why would I wanna flee to Hollywood, huh? Land a’ freaks n’ posers. No thanks. When my band gets up, we’re gonna head in the opposite direction, that’s already been decided. Grassroots, sweetheart, that’s how the real spirit of the music gets passed on.”
She got right in my face, and I stuttered in both my words and movements. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, trying to protect myself. But there was no need. She smirked again and leaned in quickly, causing me to stumble back again. Then she turned on her heel and went to the tool bench.
“I’m just joking around sweetie. You seem very uneasy for a local back on her home turf. Let loose. Ain’t no hate here.” She grabbed a metallic object and leaned over the open hood and began clanking around in there. I shifted on my feet and scooted closer to the Chevy.
“Oh, ah hahaha, yeah, sorry…” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I felt at such a loss with this girl, and I had no idea how to fix it and get back to my normal, charming self. I didn’t belong here, in this dirty garage, with this disheveled, rough girl.
After a few minutes of tinkering, Hayley looked up from her work and leaned on her elbows, assessing me. Her green eyes trailed a fiery path up my torso and then back down to my legs. I clasped my hands behind my back.
“Hey. Wanna see how it works?” It was a simple question, but I was still left stunned. I coughed to clear my throat then said, “I know horses, girl, not cars. I wouldn’t eat half of what you’re servin’ up.”
She chuckled and wiped her hand on her thigh before swiping it through her red hair. She walked toward the front of the vehicle and braced her arms against it, giving me a sidelong glance with cocked eyebrows.
“Nah, c’mon. Let me show you - it’ easy. I love showing off my expertise anyway.” She shook her head and brought her left hand up to chest in a dramatic gesture of exhibition. Then she held it out to coax me nearer. I followed almost without thinking.
She started to explain to me all about the interconnectivity of the gears and the engine and the turbines and blah, blah, blah, but all I could really understand was that her touch on my bare shoulder, her thumb resting lightly under the sleeve of my dress, was burning me. And when she reached out to point to some strange gizmo behind the engine, her body became flush with mine, and I felt my knees get weak. She smelled of metal and grease and leather and guitars, and I found myself leaning closer to her.
Then she braced her arm around the side of my body, so that she was speaking more to my shoulder than to my head, and she effectively trapped me against the metal beast.
I shuddered; I know she felt it. She was leaning into me, and even though her words never slowed, her voice grew quieter, until I could her a low purring behind every syllable, like an engine waiting to be revved. The next words she spoke sent a thrill to my core, and my knees almost gave out.
“You’re a pretty girl, Miley. You don’t belong in a dirty place like this. Why are you here?”
I couldn’t speak. No-longer-aloof Hayley continued.
“Do you need something from me? Something you can’t find in California? Something a little wilder? Untamed? Like those horses you like so much?”
Her arm wrapped around my midsection and pulled me closer to her body. I inhaled deeply and that same scent pervaded my senses and I had to close my eyes to savor it. My hands gripped the metal of the car, and her head dipped close to my ear.
“I can show you raw power. Unbridled. Fast.”
I gasped my answer, “Yes.”
She turned me around forcefully and pressed her lips to mine. I opened my mouth a second later to let her tongue invade and conquer. The heat was almost unbearable; the metal beneath my ass seemed to burn through the thin material of my sundress, and my hands felt scalded on Hayley’s hot, sweaty skin, running over her thin shoulders and down her back, underneath her sticky wifebeater.
My kisses grew sloppy, and I pulled away to lick at her dirty cheek. The taste was unfamiliar, and very, very, very bitter. I gaged. Hayley pulled away and squeezed my arm, her eyes displaying mock shock.
I was busy squeezing my eyes and lashing out my tongue against the roof of my mouth, trying to rid it of the gross taste, but I heard her chuckle amusedly, “Yeah, part of the job, sweetheart. Shoulda warned ya, but, I didn’t.”
She shrugged and moved her mouth to my neck just as I licked the back of my hand in a last effort to rub off the taste of car oil. The feeling her nipping teeth and chapped lips on my neck sent a moan reverberating through my body. I gripped onto her shoulders and lifted my head back, leaning further over the open hood. Hayley’s lithe form leaned over on top of mine, and we curved over the vehicle like some couple in an artsy black and white photo.
We leaned so far back that I lost my balance and sat full on top of the car, almost falling back onto the engine. Hayley suddenly pulled me up by her arm wrapped round my waist and held me to her side. She reached over and unhitched the hood so that it crashed back down to lay flat. I was then roughly thrown back onto the hood and we quickly took up are previous position. My leg rose up caress her leg and hip through her coveralls before I hooked it behind her waist.
Her hands remained locked in position on my back, serving mostly to support me. At another groan from me as our hips met in a slow grind, she gathered me up again and bodily nudged me further up on the hood, so that I could lay down on my back and her hands could roam free. They immediately found the hem of my thigh high dress and slipped under it, running over my thighs and teasing over my panties and stomach.
When she pushed aside my thin panties to run a finger through my slick folds, I moaned with abandon and both my legs hooked tightly around her waist, pulling my pelvis into her. Her lips were like fire on my skin, her touch was a branding.
My hands wove their way into her red hair, the color very fitting for hot Tennessee. I pulled her head closer to my body as she trailed kisses and licks along my neck, collar and the valley between my breasts.
She was right about it being powerful and fast. I was clinging to her in ecstasy in less than five minutes. I could feel the dirt and grime from the hood stick to my exposed back and thin dress from the sweat. Hayley untangled herself from my limbs and walked away. I felt dazed and out of breath, but a minute later she was back, with another glass of water. She took my hand and pulled me up, gentlemen-like, and handed the glass to me. I was parched again.
She reached over and placed a strand of hair behind my ear.
“So you’re here for a few weeks, you said?”
“Yeah. Yes, I am.”
“So, then… maybe I’ll see you around?” It was the first time she seemed sincerely interested, despite reverting to her favorite position of leaning on one leg.
I finished my water. “Yeah sure.” I smiled prettily. She grinned back, her confidence returning.
“Hey, you ever been to the river on a summer night when the fireflies are going off?” she raised her eyebrows suggestively as she took out her rag and rubbed her hands with it.
“Not since I was a little girl… that sounds lovely. Maybe I’ll bring my guitar.”
Hayley grinned mischievously, “And I’ll bring a clean blanket, and I promise I’ll wash up beforehand.”
I felt another thrill rise up in me at her words.
I didn’t end up leaving the garage until a half hour later, when the afternoon sun was angled to let a little shade gather cool air in pockets along the street.