"Oh, God," she gasps. "I think I do."
Shit, this girl. I let her grind against me until my cock is practically coated in her wetness and I'm starting to lose my mind. "Put your hands on the table."
When she bends over, I drag the tip of my cock along her pussy, pausing at her entrance. "Yes," she breathes. "Right there."
"Cassie," I warn. "Do you know how much I want to put my hands on your hips and fuck the hell out of you right now?"
She whimpers, reaching between her legs to touch her clit. "I want to come with you inside me."
I press the tip of my cock against her entrance. "Is this what you want, Cassie?" I ask her. "You want to feel me inside you?"
"Yes." Her breath comes shorter. The head of my cock presses against her entrance but not inside, and I tell myself to hold back as she explodes, her whole body bucking. Only a tiny whimper escapes her lips as she comes.
It takes me less than two strokes of my hand on my cock to come, and when I do, I coat her pussy and her ass — because both of them are going to be mine.
* * *
"I can't believe I'm asking you this."
"You can't believe you're asking me how to pop my roommate's cherry?" Sable asks. She lies stretched out on the sofa in her apartment, only half-listening to me while she texts on her phone.
"I'm not asking you how to pop Cassie's cherry, thanks," I say. "I'm pretty clear on that."
"She's not fancy," Sable says, sitting up. "She doesn't want champagne and dinner at a pricey restaurant."
I sigh heavily. Why do I feel like I'm stumbling around in the dark when it comes to this shit? "I'm not asking you what to do," I say. "I just wanted some advice on how to… you know… make it special. Forget I asked. And for fuck's sake, don't tell Cassie I asked you that."
I turn to leave, and Sable sits up on the sofa. "Wait," she says, setting down her phone. "You like her."
"I don't know, Sable," I say, irritated. "I just – you know – don't want her to think I'm a dumb asshole who's just trying to bang her. Oh, fuck. Yeah, I like her, all right?"
Sable's face softens. "Well, then take her out or something."
"On a date?"
"Yeah, on a date, dumbass," Sable teases. "That's what normal people do."
"I can't. Cassie will flip out. The whole student-tutor thing. She won't risk being seen in public."
"Well, you're creative," Sable says. "Figure out how to not be seen in public."
26
Cassie
Colton stands in the doorway of my bedroom, shuffling awkwardly. "I want to take you out."
"What are you talking about?"
"On a date."
"A date?" I ask, laughing. I slide my arms around his waist. "I already told you I want you to fuck me. I'm ready. Trust me. You don't need to be weird with the whole date thing. I'm clear on what this is."
He gives me a look like I just slapped him. "What are you clear on?"
"That this is just fun," I say. "It's a good way to lose it, with someone where there aren't any expectations, you know?"
Irritation flits across Colton's face. "Stop talking."
"You're not upset that I said this was fun, are you?"
"Will you just shut your mouth and come with me already?" he growls.
"I can't be seen in public with you anywhere, Colton – "
"If you don't get your little ass down the stairs and into my goddamn truck, I'm going to pick you up and carry you down there myself and then someone is definitely going to see."
"There's no need to get an attitude."
Colton pulls open the door to the truck, a vintage blue pickup truck that somehow seems exactly suited to him. Inside, I run my fingers along the dashboard. "This is yours?"
"It was my dad's farm truck," Colton explains. "After he passed, my mom wanted to sell it. She was on him to sell it the year before he died, wanted him to get something newer. I convinced her to keep it. I spent almost every waking moment outside of practice senior year of high school on rebuilding this thing."
As Colton maneuvers through town and gets onto the highway, neither of us speak. It's dusk, the skyline a reddish purple as the sun sets on the horizon, bathing everything in deep sunset hues.
"You haven't told me where we're going," I complain.
"Nope."
"That wasn't a yes or no question. It was an invitation to elaborate."
Colton grunts for a response.
"So it's getting dark and you're driving me out of town in your truck to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what with me?" I ask.
"That's pretty much it," Colton confirms.
"Just wanted to be clear on the situation."
"Glad I could help."
I sit back in the seat, watching as he drives out of town into the country, the suburbs quickly replaced by rolling hills and trees. He turns down a farm road and drives for a few miles to the top of a hill where there's a small clearing. He puts the truck in park and sits there for a minute, looking straight ahead. A couple of trees partially obscure the view, but behind them is the skyline dotted with city lights that stretch out for miles.