Blindfold Fill! NC-17 | Bus Stop, Bus Goes
Title: Bus Stop, Bus Goes
Words: 3,100
Rating/Warning: NC-17, sex, girl!Jensen
Notes: Written for Round 4 at blindfold_spn, based on this prompt: Girl!Jensen/older!Jared, groping, exhibitionism, public transport: Jenny feels him watching her on the way home from school so she hikes up her skirt a little more. Jared eventually makes a move and gropes her from behind. It escalates from day to day. She's shocked that she so turned as she is. She likes it and goes back for more, looking forward to it from then on. Originally posted here.
She’d always had this feeling of being watched. It wasn’t an absolute fact, nor was it terribly obvious. It was just a lingering weight on her shoulders that whenever she stepped off the bus and turned left towards her block, she felt someone’s eyes on her.
While nerve-wracking and belly-churning, she also got a tiny bit of excitement drumming at the thought. That one of those boys, the few college kids who stumbled off the bus behind her and always went off to the corner store just twenty feet from the bus stop, were drawn to her.
It took a few weeks of strolling as slowly as possible - yet without being all too obvious - to try to peg which of the college guys was the one. The tall blond, with the carefully swept back hair and an artfully ratty sweater, took a few moments to look over her body, head to toe, and smiled. But he turned immediately into the convenient store and didn’t grant her a second look. Another time, the rough looking one, tightly-cropped hair and baseball tee, snorted indifferently and went about his business. No one else really gave a second of attention.
Nearly three weeks of sluggish walking and careful, sideways glances, and then she caught the sweet-looking one, with the most casual, unaffected clothes and facial expressions out of the group, taking more than just a second to look her way. In fact, he kept on looking at her, eyes drawn to her bare knees and up to the hem of her skirt, which fell to the edge of her fingertips just as her step-mother directed. When his eyes went higher than that, they focused on the soft swell of her just-budding breasts, and sometimes … he’d lick over his mouth when he watched her bite into her bottom lip with nerves.
She felt it burn through her belly, down through her abdomen, and settle between her legs. A relatively new feeling, warm and wet, and so unlike anything before. But no doubt about it, his gaze was just the beginning.
The next Monday, when she strolled down the stairs, now fully aware of the guy watching her, she tugged down on the hem of her layered, fitted tees. Then tugged ever-so-slightly at the waistband of her skirt, hefting the edge of it to mid-thigh. Just when she was satisfied with the placement, she shot a quick look over her shoulder and caught him, wide-eyed and heavy breathing with the way his chest puffed out.
She pursed her lips just as she’d always seen her brother’s female friends do when they were around. With nerves, she licked the corner of her lip, but then she smiled when she caught how he tripped at the first step up into the store and non-chalantly adjusted himself, huge palm to his pants as he righted himself and entered the building.
The rest of the week, she planned outfits to better show her legs: already short shorts going shorter when she rolled the waistband, flared skirts that bounced with every step, v-necks that left little to the imagination.
And he noticed. Every single time, he noticed and stared, eyes getting more intent on every afternoon.
Until she ground up enough courage to go to the store, to enter before the trio, to put a little extra pop in her step and stand with her hip cocked to the side as she looked over the snack food aisle.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him pass the aisle then step back into it, walking slowly with his gaze going across any shelf but the one she was staring at.
“Hi,” he mumbled as he reached for a bag of corn chips and looked across her face, anywhere but her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow and curled her shoulder in, giving him room to linger just beside her. “Hi,” she mumbled back.
“You go to the community college?”
Shaking her head, she did her best to think up a good answer, one that wouldn’t scare him away.
“Do you work in the area?”
Another shake of her head, with her eyes going soft and just over his shoulder.
The next question sounded warm with a smirk lacing every word: “Are you from the high school?”
Her eyes picked up to find him staring right at her. And as she quietly gulped, she saw his throat work through a hard swallow as well. “Yeah, I am,” she answered softly.
“What year?”
“Senior,” she replied, shoulders going firm and head high.
He licked his top lip then softly smiled. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen next week.”
With a light, yet audible inhale, his smile grew just a bit, white teeth biting into his lower lip. “Well, happy early birthday.”
Gathering all bravado, she tipped her head and sweetly curled her lips. “Are you gonna get me a birthday present?”
He chuckled as he passed her, murmuring, “I just might.” And then she felt the light trail of fingertips across the back of her thighs.
She spun to watch him walk away, with one quick look tossed over his shoulder just before he turned into the main walkway. She clenched her thighs together, feeling the intense warmth carry southward and settle between her legs, once again, and she didn’t bother moving until she knew the boys had left the store.
The next few days, she played like all the ones prior: dressing just to catch his eye; heading to the corner store and doing her best to meet his looks; not bothering to smile or joke or flirt like she was so used to see all of Josh’s friends do. She just couldn’t muster up the courage.
Then on her birthday, she didn’t have to rely on herself; he stepped up to her in that store with no sign of apprehension. He smiled broadly, chatted kindly, and asked all about high school and her plans for after.
“I never did get your name,” he admitted with a playfully guilty look.
With the kind way they’d been chatting, she easily smiled and nodded, “Jenny.”
“Nice to meet you, finally, officially,” he grinned as he reached to shake her hand. He didn’t let go as he went on. “Jared. I’m a sophomore at the community college. I commute to save money until I move onto a state school.”
Her fingers carefully curled over the side of his hand and he squeezed in return. “What’re you studying?”
Even with the way his palm warmed to hers, how a thin layer of sweat broke between their hands, his voice carried on easily. “Biology. The human body. It’s really interesting to get to all the insides and see how we all work, you know?”
“No, yeah, that sounds cool,” she nearly rambled. “Have to be real smart for that, huh?”
“Just a little,” he grinned, those bright white teeth nearly blinding her. Until his look turned warm and he readjusted his hand, fingers stroking at her wrist, pressing lightly into her pulse, which kicked up at the movement. “You okay, Jenny?” he asked sweetly. “Heart rate going a little fast?”
She swallowed then admitted, “It’s just … you’re really cute. I like talking to you.”
He chuckled then tugged her hand and led her to spin so he could walk her forward while holding her hand. “I make you nervous?” he asked with so little intent but the way he suddenly crowded her back said more than enough.
“No,” she replied indignantly, and falsely.
“Do I make you excited?” he murmured at her ear as they approached the counter. But he didn’t let her answer; instead, he tugged the bag of Twizzlers she’d been clutching since they started talking out of her grip and paid for their snacks. He motioned for her to move out of the store and let her exit and step off to the side of the corner.
“Thank you,” she smiled lightly, waving her bag at him.
He nodded and smiled right back. “You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do.”
“For what?”
“For your birthday.”
Then she spotted something even more direct in his gaze, and she mumbled, “You do. Make me excited. And nervous.”
His lips quirked and eyes narrowed in playful scrutiny. “Why do I make you nervous?”
Her fingers twisted over the candy wrapper and she kept her eyes to the motion. “Because you’re cute. And older. And I know you’ve been watching me,” she finished, her other hand tight around the strap of her bag across her chest, and she finally looked at him.
“Well, you dress nice,” he smirked, looking down to her toes. “And your flip flops are cute.”
She mumbled thanks while shifting in place and looking at her lavendar flips. But when she looked back up to him, his eyes were only halfway up her body.
“And your shorts. And skirts. You always dress real cute.”
There was no way to ignore the soft heat in his words, and she instinctively pressed her knees together as she twisted her ankle with her toes curling in.
He snapped out of it and reached for her hand again, smiling with something more fun. “C’mere, I wanna show you something,” he insisted as he pulled her along the side of the building and into the back lot. It was just an abandoned field, but the spread of wildflowers and overgrowth was quite a sight to see.
She was mesmerized by all the colors of of the various plants and blooms, so drawn to them that she didn’t immediately realize when he slipped behind her, when the heat of his long body was draped along her back from shoulders to knees.
With a deep breath, her body pressed back into his, and immediately, his palm found her waist, fingers squeezing into the turn of her hip. “You’re really pretty, you know that?” he murmured at her ear, nosing hair away so he could his mouth run along the curve of her ear lobe.
Shivering with his touch, unable to help the shake of her knees, she mumbled, “Yes,” but didn’t say more.
“Should take this off,” he suggested, pulling at the strap of her bag, bringing it over her head and putting it to the ground. He dropped his bag just beside it then moved right back to her. As he went back to nosing behind her ear, breath hot against her neck, his hand slowly slid down the length of her waist, along the fabric of her shorts, and down her bare thigh. “Do you have a boyfriend, Jenny?”
The muscles in her thighs tightened, but he didn’t seem to care, and when his fingers gently kneaded into her thigh, she released a long breath. “No, I don’t.”
“Have you ever had one?”
“Yeah.”
He pressed his lips to the soft spot just below her ear. Then whispered: “He ever kiss you?”
“Yes,” she nearly sighed, throat tight.
His hand ran back up her thigh, but this time his fingers curled into the shape of her leg to touch more. stopping just at the hem of her shorts. “He ever touch you?”
“A few times,” she admitted quietly.
“Did you like it?”
She took a deep breath and tried so hard to not press her legs together, and instead forced her leg into his hand.
When she didn’t answer, he murmured into her neck, “Can I touch you?”
With another sharp inhale, she slowly nodded.
His fingers slipped beneath the shorts, terrifyingly slow until his fingertips touched her underwear, which she knew was wet, and was terribly embarrassed by. Until he groaned and ran his fingers along the fabric again, back and forth in a slow rhythm.
“I do this to you?” he asked with a tangled voice.
“Yeah,” she whispered back. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh my God, no,” he murmured along the edge of her ear, fingers still rubbing against her no matter how unearthly still she remained. “It’s really good. Really hot.” Then when he pressed into her back, she could feel him. “You’re such a cute, hot girl. There’s no reason to be embarrassed about it.”
She nodded lightly, and when he pulled his hand out and laid fingers at the button to her shorts, staying there for a few seconds, she nodded more fully in granting permission.
His fingers worked the button open, the zipper down, then slid inside her underwear to touch her bare, wet folds. She whimpered and lost her balance, falling back into him with a hand going back around his leg. And she kept on making tiny, cut-off noises in her throat as he flicked at her clit.
Her eyes slipped shut, unable to look at anything while every inch of her legs started to tingle, as her hips started to rock of their own accord. He pressed his fingers harder against her clit, sliding over her as the tips of his fingers just grazed her slit. And as her breathing came faster and her hips moved against him, he slipped his middle finger in to the knuckle.
She shuddered against him but didn’t stop him when he wiggled his finger inside, as he slowly pushed it in. It felt weird, so different than the last time she did this with a boyfriend. Then, the boy had been all shy and slow, a lot of false starts and hesitant stops. But here, Jared was all sure and moving with intent, even when he softly kissed along her neck and breathed heavily in her ear without saying a word.
His other hand slid up her side, skidding over her breast and squeezing, and she knocked her head back into his shoulder, unable to deny the instant shock, the oh-so-good shock, to run through her body when his fingers closed around her nipple. Playing along the bud and making her wish they weren’t standing behind the convenience store, maybe instead somewhere dark, with a bed, where she could lay out and he could keep making her feel shocked yet delighted with every touch.
As he fingered her more instensely, the flat of his palm slid over her clit, increasing speed and pressure, all while he pulled her back into his body with every movement. Even through all the good sensations, she could feel the hardness of his dick into the curve of her ass, pushing between her cheeks as he groped her breast, played with her pussy, and made his real want clear in the way he rubbed over her ass.
When he bent one finger up to flick at her clit, she was done-for, shaking and moaning high, even as she quickly snapped her mouth shut to hide any more noises, coming in surprise. He kept on stroking over her pussy, forcing her through the aftershocks no matter how high she went on her tiptoes to avoid his fingers for how sensitive she suddenly felt.
She finally settled down to flat feet when he stopped stroking and just held at her pussy, palm tight to her wet skin. His other arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed into him. He squeezed his arm around her and moved his head around to kiss her cheek, mumbling, “Hey, Jenny.”
Leaning into him, she murmured, “Yes?”
“Will you turn around and kiss me?”
The soft way he asked made her heart jump more than from any way he’d just touched her, and she spun in his arms, going up to tip toes to reach his face. Their lips met sweetly a handful of times until he pushed his tongue in, pressing insistently to hers. She breathed heavy with the harsh kiss, and then stopped breathing when he grabbed her hand and put it over his dick, hot and hard against his jeans.
In between kisses, he mumbled, “Will you help me with this?”
She nodded, forehead bumping with his as she broke the kiss and focused her sights down to fumble with his fly. Hesitantly, she slipped her hand inside his jeans, lightly stroking over him with his white briefs between them.
His hands skated over her shoulders and down her back, fingertips light as he rocked into her hand. “That’s good, Jenny, so good.”
With a quick glance up, she slightly smiled and he grinned right back. He kissed along her forehead, down her temple. Murmured: “You ever done this before?”
Her hand stuttered and she shook her head.
He merely nodded and said kindly, “It’s okay. I’ll show you, okay?”
She nodded when his eyes met hers and she went with him, letting him pull down the waistband to his underwear to release his dick, elastic pressing just under his balls. Then he led her hand over his dick, formed a fist with his hand over his, and slid down his shaft and back up. They did it together, Jared setting the pace and Jenny doing her best to press a tight hold over him. His other hand held at her jaw, bringing her up to messy kisses as he moaned into her mouth and rutted into their hands.
When she squeezed her hand tighter, moving it faster with his, he groaned and nodded against her head. “God, Jenny, you’re good at this, so good. Just perfect,” he added as he reached for her breast, fondling with his fingers around her nipple again. His hips got faster and his grip tighter on her breast, until he whined and came over their hands, rocking into the hold until it was all drawn out of his system.
He pulled up his polo and wiped both their hands on his undershirt, smiling awkwardly when she didn’t say anything. His other hand came up to cup her face and he kissed her, tongue slipping between her lips but not as forcefully as before. When he pulled away, he reached for both their bags, handing hers over, and staying quiet until she had it put in place and looked up to him.
She bit into her bottom lip, at a loss for what to say - Can I see you again? Are we going to do more? Will you teach me everything?”
“Happy birthday,” he smirked, and then winked and stepped away.
She watched him leave, a frown creasing her face.
But when he reached the edge of the building, he turned back and slowly smiled until his face cracked into a giant grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Firmly nodding, Jenny smiled, too. She couldn’t wait.
Sequel: He Stays, Love Grows
Words: 3,100
Rating/Warning: NC-17, sex, girl!Jensen
Notes: Written for Round 4 at blindfold_spn, based on this prompt: Girl!Jensen/older!Jared, groping, exhibitionism, public transport: Jenny feels him watching her on the way home from school so she hikes up her skirt a little more. Jared eventually makes a move and gropes her from behind. It escalates from day to day. She's shocked that she so turned as she is. She likes it and goes back for more, looking forward to it from then on. Originally posted here.
She’d always had this feeling of being watched. It wasn’t an absolute fact, nor was it terribly obvious. It was just a lingering weight on her shoulders that whenever she stepped off the bus and turned left towards her block, she felt someone’s eyes on her.
While nerve-wracking and belly-churning, she also got a tiny bit of excitement drumming at the thought. That one of those boys, the few college kids who stumbled off the bus behind her and always went off to the corner store just twenty feet from the bus stop, were drawn to her.
It took a few weeks of strolling as slowly as possible - yet without being all too obvious - to try to peg which of the college guys was the one. The tall blond, with the carefully swept back hair and an artfully ratty sweater, took a few moments to look over her body, head to toe, and smiled. But he turned immediately into the convenient store and didn’t grant her a second look. Another time, the rough looking one, tightly-cropped hair and baseball tee, snorted indifferently and went about his business. No one else really gave a second of attention.
Nearly three weeks of sluggish walking and careful, sideways glances, and then she caught the sweet-looking one, with the most casual, unaffected clothes and facial expressions out of the group, taking more than just a second to look her way. In fact, he kept on looking at her, eyes drawn to her bare knees and up to the hem of her skirt, which fell to the edge of her fingertips just as her step-mother directed. When his eyes went higher than that, they focused on the soft swell of her just-budding breasts, and sometimes … he’d lick over his mouth when he watched her bite into her bottom lip with nerves.
She felt it burn through her belly, down through her abdomen, and settle between her legs. A relatively new feeling, warm and wet, and so unlike anything before. But no doubt about it, his gaze was just the beginning.
The next Monday, when she strolled down the stairs, now fully aware of the guy watching her, she tugged down on the hem of her layered, fitted tees. Then tugged ever-so-slightly at the waistband of her skirt, hefting the edge of it to mid-thigh. Just when she was satisfied with the placement, she shot a quick look over her shoulder and caught him, wide-eyed and heavy breathing with the way his chest puffed out.
She pursed her lips just as she’d always seen her brother’s female friends do when they were around. With nerves, she licked the corner of her lip, but then she smiled when she caught how he tripped at the first step up into the store and non-chalantly adjusted himself, huge palm to his pants as he righted himself and entered the building.
The rest of the week, she planned outfits to better show her legs: already short shorts going shorter when she rolled the waistband, flared skirts that bounced with every step, v-necks that left little to the imagination.
And he noticed. Every single time, he noticed and stared, eyes getting more intent on every afternoon.
Until she ground up enough courage to go to the store, to enter before the trio, to put a little extra pop in her step and stand with her hip cocked to the side as she looked over the snack food aisle.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him pass the aisle then step back into it, walking slowly with his gaze going across any shelf but the one she was staring at.
“Hi,” he mumbled as he reached for a bag of corn chips and looked across her face, anywhere but her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow and curled her shoulder in, giving him room to linger just beside her. “Hi,” she mumbled back.
“You go to the community college?”
Shaking her head, she did her best to think up a good answer, one that wouldn’t scare him away.
“Do you work in the area?”
Another shake of her head, with her eyes going soft and just over his shoulder.
The next question sounded warm with a smirk lacing every word: “Are you from the high school?”
Her eyes picked up to find him staring right at her. And as she quietly gulped, she saw his throat work through a hard swallow as well. “Yeah, I am,” she answered softly.
“What year?”
“Senior,” she replied, shoulders going firm and head high.
He licked his top lip then softly smiled. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen next week.”
With a light, yet audible inhale, his smile grew just a bit, white teeth biting into his lower lip. “Well, happy early birthday.”
Gathering all bravado, she tipped her head and sweetly curled her lips. “Are you gonna get me a birthday present?”
He chuckled as he passed her, murmuring, “I just might.” And then she felt the light trail of fingertips across the back of her thighs.
She spun to watch him walk away, with one quick look tossed over his shoulder just before he turned into the main walkway. She clenched her thighs together, feeling the intense warmth carry southward and settle between her legs, once again, and she didn’t bother moving until she knew the boys had left the store.
The next few days, she played like all the ones prior: dressing just to catch his eye; heading to the corner store and doing her best to meet his looks; not bothering to smile or joke or flirt like she was so used to see all of Josh’s friends do. She just couldn’t muster up the courage.
Then on her birthday, she didn’t have to rely on herself; he stepped up to her in that store with no sign of apprehension. He smiled broadly, chatted kindly, and asked all about high school and her plans for after.
“I never did get your name,” he admitted with a playfully guilty look.
With the kind way they’d been chatting, she easily smiled and nodded, “Jenny.”
“Nice to meet you, finally, officially,” he grinned as he reached to shake her hand. He didn’t let go as he went on. “Jared. I’m a sophomore at the community college. I commute to save money until I move onto a state school.”
Her fingers carefully curled over the side of his hand and he squeezed in return. “What’re you studying?”
Even with the way his palm warmed to hers, how a thin layer of sweat broke between their hands, his voice carried on easily. “Biology. The human body. It’s really interesting to get to all the insides and see how we all work, you know?”
“No, yeah, that sounds cool,” she nearly rambled. “Have to be real smart for that, huh?”
“Just a little,” he grinned, those bright white teeth nearly blinding her. Until his look turned warm and he readjusted his hand, fingers stroking at her wrist, pressing lightly into her pulse, which kicked up at the movement. “You okay, Jenny?” he asked sweetly. “Heart rate going a little fast?”
She swallowed then admitted, “It’s just … you’re really cute. I like talking to you.”
He chuckled then tugged her hand and led her to spin so he could walk her forward while holding her hand. “I make you nervous?” he asked with so little intent but the way he suddenly crowded her back said more than enough.
“No,” she replied indignantly, and falsely.
“Do I make you excited?” he murmured at her ear as they approached the counter. But he didn’t let her answer; instead, he tugged the bag of Twizzlers she’d been clutching since they started talking out of her grip and paid for their snacks. He motioned for her to move out of the store and let her exit and step off to the side of the corner.
“Thank you,” she smiled lightly, waving her bag at him.
He nodded and smiled right back. “You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do.”
“For what?”
“For your birthday.”
Then she spotted something even more direct in his gaze, and she mumbled, “You do. Make me excited. And nervous.”
His lips quirked and eyes narrowed in playful scrutiny. “Why do I make you nervous?”
Her fingers twisted over the candy wrapper and she kept her eyes to the motion. “Because you’re cute. And older. And I know you’ve been watching me,” she finished, her other hand tight around the strap of her bag across her chest, and she finally looked at him.
“Well, you dress nice,” he smirked, looking down to her toes. “And your flip flops are cute.”
She mumbled thanks while shifting in place and looking at her lavendar flips. But when she looked back up to him, his eyes were only halfway up her body.
“And your shorts. And skirts. You always dress real cute.”
There was no way to ignore the soft heat in his words, and she instinctively pressed her knees together as she twisted her ankle with her toes curling in.
He snapped out of it and reached for her hand again, smiling with something more fun. “C’mere, I wanna show you something,” he insisted as he pulled her along the side of the building and into the back lot. It was just an abandoned field, but the spread of wildflowers and overgrowth was quite a sight to see.
She was mesmerized by all the colors of of the various plants and blooms, so drawn to them that she didn’t immediately realize when he slipped behind her, when the heat of his long body was draped along her back from shoulders to knees.
With a deep breath, her body pressed back into his, and immediately, his palm found her waist, fingers squeezing into the turn of her hip. “You’re really pretty, you know that?” he murmured at her ear, nosing hair away so he could his mouth run along the curve of her ear lobe.
Shivering with his touch, unable to help the shake of her knees, she mumbled, “Yes,” but didn’t say more.
“Should take this off,” he suggested, pulling at the strap of her bag, bringing it over her head and putting it to the ground. He dropped his bag just beside it then moved right back to her. As he went back to nosing behind her ear, breath hot against her neck, his hand slowly slid down the length of her waist, along the fabric of her shorts, and down her bare thigh. “Do you have a boyfriend, Jenny?”
The muscles in her thighs tightened, but he didn’t seem to care, and when his fingers gently kneaded into her thigh, she released a long breath. “No, I don’t.”
“Have you ever had one?”
“Yeah.”
He pressed his lips to the soft spot just below her ear. Then whispered: “He ever kiss you?”
“Yes,” she nearly sighed, throat tight.
His hand ran back up her thigh, but this time his fingers curled into the shape of her leg to touch more. stopping just at the hem of her shorts. “He ever touch you?”
“A few times,” she admitted quietly.
“Did you like it?”
She took a deep breath and tried so hard to not press her legs together, and instead forced her leg into his hand.
When she didn’t answer, he murmured into her neck, “Can I touch you?”
With another sharp inhale, she slowly nodded.
His fingers slipped beneath the shorts, terrifyingly slow until his fingertips touched her underwear, which she knew was wet, and was terribly embarrassed by. Until he groaned and ran his fingers along the fabric again, back and forth in a slow rhythm.
“I do this to you?” he asked with a tangled voice.
“Yeah,” she whispered back. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh my God, no,” he murmured along the edge of her ear, fingers still rubbing against her no matter how unearthly still she remained. “It’s really good. Really hot.” Then when he pressed into her back, she could feel him. “You’re such a cute, hot girl. There’s no reason to be embarrassed about it.”
She nodded lightly, and when he pulled his hand out and laid fingers at the button to her shorts, staying there for a few seconds, she nodded more fully in granting permission.
His fingers worked the button open, the zipper down, then slid inside her underwear to touch her bare, wet folds. She whimpered and lost her balance, falling back into him with a hand going back around his leg. And she kept on making tiny, cut-off noises in her throat as he flicked at her clit.
Her eyes slipped shut, unable to look at anything while every inch of her legs started to tingle, as her hips started to rock of their own accord. He pressed his fingers harder against her clit, sliding over her as the tips of his fingers just grazed her slit. And as her breathing came faster and her hips moved against him, he slipped his middle finger in to the knuckle.
She shuddered against him but didn’t stop him when he wiggled his finger inside, as he slowly pushed it in. It felt weird, so different than the last time she did this with a boyfriend. Then, the boy had been all shy and slow, a lot of false starts and hesitant stops. But here, Jared was all sure and moving with intent, even when he softly kissed along her neck and breathed heavily in her ear without saying a word.
His other hand slid up her side, skidding over her breast and squeezing, and she knocked her head back into his shoulder, unable to deny the instant shock, the oh-so-good shock, to run through her body when his fingers closed around her nipple. Playing along the bud and making her wish they weren’t standing behind the convenience store, maybe instead somewhere dark, with a bed, where she could lay out and he could keep making her feel shocked yet delighted with every touch.
As he fingered her more instensely, the flat of his palm slid over her clit, increasing speed and pressure, all while he pulled her back into his body with every movement. Even through all the good sensations, she could feel the hardness of his dick into the curve of her ass, pushing between her cheeks as he groped her breast, played with her pussy, and made his real want clear in the way he rubbed over her ass.
When he bent one finger up to flick at her clit, she was done-for, shaking and moaning high, even as she quickly snapped her mouth shut to hide any more noises, coming in surprise. He kept on stroking over her pussy, forcing her through the aftershocks no matter how high she went on her tiptoes to avoid his fingers for how sensitive she suddenly felt.
She finally settled down to flat feet when he stopped stroking and just held at her pussy, palm tight to her wet skin. His other arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed into him. He squeezed his arm around her and moved his head around to kiss her cheek, mumbling, “Hey, Jenny.”
Leaning into him, she murmured, “Yes?”
“Will you turn around and kiss me?”
The soft way he asked made her heart jump more than from any way he’d just touched her, and she spun in his arms, going up to tip toes to reach his face. Their lips met sweetly a handful of times until he pushed his tongue in, pressing insistently to hers. She breathed heavy with the harsh kiss, and then stopped breathing when he grabbed her hand and put it over his dick, hot and hard against his jeans.
In between kisses, he mumbled, “Will you help me with this?”
She nodded, forehead bumping with his as she broke the kiss and focused her sights down to fumble with his fly. Hesitantly, she slipped her hand inside his jeans, lightly stroking over him with his white briefs between them.
His hands skated over her shoulders and down her back, fingertips light as he rocked into her hand. “That’s good, Jenny, so good.”
With a quick glance up, she slightly smiled and he grinned right back. He kissed along her forehead, down her temple. Murmured: “You ever done this before?”
Her hand stuttered and she shook her head.
He merely nodded and said kindly, “It’s okay. I’ll show you, okay?”
She nodded when his eyes met hers and she went with him, letting him pull down the waistband to his underwear to release his dick, elastic pressing just under his balls. Then he led her hand over his dick, formed a fist with his hand over his, and slid down his shaft and back up. They did it together, Jared setting the pace and Jenny doing her best to press a tight hold over him. His other hand held at her jaw, bringing her up to messy kisses as he moaned into her mouth and rutted into their hands.
When she squeezed her hand tighter, moving it faster with his, he groaned and nodded against her head. “God, Jenny, you’re good at this, so good. Just perfect,” he added as he reached for her breast, fondling with his fingers around her nipple again. His hips got faster and his grip tighter on her breast, until he whined and came over their hands, rocking into the hold until it was all drawn out of his system.
He pulled up his polo and wiped both their hands on his undershirt, smiling awkwardly when she didn’t say anything. His other hand came up to cup her face and he kissed her, tongue slipping between her lips but not as forcefully as before. When he pulled away, he reached for both their bags, handing hers over, and staying quiet until she had it put in place and looked up to him.
She bit into her bottom lip, at a loss for what to say - Can I see you again? Are we going to do more? Will you teach me everything?”
“Happy birthday,” he smirked, and then winked and stepped away.
She watched him leave, a frown creasing her face.
But when he reached the edge of the building, he turned back and slowly smiled until his face cracked into a giant grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Firmly nodding, Jenny smiled, too. She couldn’t wait.
Sequel: He Stays, Love Grows