I chuckled. “Trust me, it takes time to get to that point, but I just learned that there’s no point in addressing it; there’s no getting through to most people who think like that. Unless they blatantly disrespect Sam, I just keep it moving.”
Terrell nodded in agreement, watching me for a moment. “You know what, man? I like you. I can already tell you’re a good dude.”
I wasn’t quite ready to meet his enthusiasm just yet, but I gave a tight smile and nod so I wasn’t leaving his compliment hanging out there unanswered. However, I was beginning to think that Sam was right this time. As if she’d heard my telepathic admission that I may have possibly misjudged, she smiled a little and squeezed my hand again.
The waitress returned with our food and we kept up conversation while we ate. After topping the meal off with dessert, we paid our bill and left.
“I’m stuffed. I think I should’ve left that dessert alone,” Maisha said as she rubbed her stomach.
Terrell held her close and laughed a little at the pained look on her face. “We should go for a walk when we get back on campus to work some of this food down,” You guys wanna go?” He asked.
Sam turned to me and begged with her eyes.
When I answered with a more friendly “Sure” than she expected, she smiled big.
We followed behind Terrell again and Sam stared at me while I drove.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“For?”
“For going; for giving him a chance,” she replied.
I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth before turning back to the road. Like I could ever tell her no.
Sam grinned, let her eyes drift to the passing scenery again, and then settled back in her seat. She danced casually while singing along with the radio. Warm air rushed in through her open window, whipping her hair around like she was at a photo shoot, her soft lips forming around each syllable of the lyrics. I fought hard to ignore how badly I wanted her, honestly I did, but I couldn’t help it. This girl…this one girl….had the ability to have me hard and ready at the drop of a hat. It didn’t matter where we were or what the situation was, I’d willingly drop whatever I was doing to have her. I thought back to all the spontaneous places we’d done it over that past year – my car, the school auditorium, and her attic…..that one didn’t work out too well, though.
“What you thinking about?” She asked when she sensed the tension in the air.
I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m cool.” And I really did try to be. I made myself focus on Terrell’s brake lights as we approached a stop. Sam gave a curious smile at my response, flashing those dimples, making me even hotter for her than I already was.
“You’re really not gonna tell me?” she beckoned, casually running her hand up my thigh, inadvertently discovering why I was so distracted all of a sudden. The corner of her mouth hitched up into a crooked semi-shy smile. “Oh,” she said softly, trying to pretend like she wasn’t surprised.
This wasn’t my fault, though. I’d been deprived for so long that last night awakened a side of me that I forced into hibernation months ago. However, now that I had a taste, I felt like I had to have it again…..and often.
Sam’s hand lingered on my leg, bringing my attention to her stare. When her fingers traveled higher, I released a breath, trying to concentrate on driving while she touched me through my jeans. She turned her body toward me the rest of the way and switched to massaging me with her right hand instead of the left. She leaned in slowly and pressed her lips to the side of my ear, causing me to grip the steering wheel tighter. Her mouth traveled to the side of my neck and I relaxed deeper into my seat.
The sound of my zipper slipping down quickened my pulse. Sam’s mouth never left my skin as she eased her hand inside my boxers and freed me from the constricting fabric. I sucked in a sharp breath when the warmth of her hand encircled me and stroked my length slow and steady.
“You’re gonna make me crash,” I warned distractedly, finding it hard to care about anything other than her touch at the moment.
“Want me to stop?” She teased.