The pleasure was so powerful that I couldn’t be mindful of the driver or front seat passenger knowing or hearing our lewd behavior. All I felt was Stenton. That familiar impending cyclonic bliss was growing deep in my groin. I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t want to peak. I needed to enjoy this. Savor this intimate piece with him now that it was forbidden. If I was transgressing, I wanted to revel in it, fearing never experiencing him again. This was my Stenton after all. And then he reached up to roughly pull the front of my dress down. In one rapid, tug my breasts were freed, tumbling out of their holdings. As I pumped into his face, my breasts gyrated, and that simple combination propelled me over the edge.
Stenton groaned savagely as I pulled his head into me, desperate to feel every sensation he was assaulting my shuddering frame with. I don’t know how long I ascended. I only knew I didn’t want to come down. And for a while I didn’t. I coasted in bliss, climbing to heights I forgot existed. When I came down and peered at him, Stenton’s head was resting against my thigh. I wanted to speak, thought it was the next appropriate thing, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t regain my faculties to utter a word.
Stenton didn’t let me. He lunged up and took my breast into his mouth issuing a blissful assault, pulling it with a scrape then soothing it with the agility of his tongue. In no time, my arousal peaked again. I pulled him into me, feeding him the body part he most favored. My moans were uncontrolled and unabashed as my back arched to him. Then I felt his finger enter me, filling me further than his tongue had. Next, I felt a second finger. I thought I’d lose my mind in pleasure. When he reared and lowered his mouth, teasing my clitoris again, I blew a breath between my clenched teeth.
When I thought he could tease no more, I felt an insertion below, identical to Christmas. That sensation wasn’t met with hesitation this time around. I melded into the triad immediately. Taking him by the shoulders and pumping into his face, my mouth opened with silent cries. He’d had me. I could run nowhere, neither could I deny his mastery of my body. All I could do was accept his pleasure, respect his well-measured efforts. I felt sensations everywhere: my bouncing breasts, my swollen nub, my canal, and my erogenous zone. I didn’t know which to yield to. I had no decision in the matter. My body convulsed violently as the most forceful orgasm engulfed me.
Moments later, after coming down from another flight, I lost all control when he took my left ring finger into his mouth and swiped his tongue on the underside, acknowledging his initials. I couldn’t gather my bearings to respond to that. I was too busy trying to fight for lucidity.
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I woke up fuzzy…and naked. My body was clean, showered. But when? I had no recollection of showering last night. In fact, my last memory was clawing the back of Stenton’s head, trying to anchor myself during another blissful flight. So, how did I end up in his bed? I knew I’d be staying here last night. That was what Tynisha told me was the plan, seeing we’d be out late and I wouldn’t have wanted to take the hike to Philly to be with Jordan. My parents stayed overnight, too, so that again, I could wake up to him. But was waking up in Stenton’s bed, naked, in that plan?
After brushing the questions away from my sleepy face, I looked for my phone. As soon as I turned to my left, I saw a large powder blue tote that I easily made out as a Hermes Birkin bag. There was an envelope sticking out. I opened it and it read:
Congratulations on your graduation, Zoey. If it hasn’t been expressed enough by now, I’m extremely proud of your accomplishments and couldn’t find a way to thoroughly demonstrate this to you. I settled on this bag that I know you’ll resent the price of but enjoy the style, and what’s actually inside.
You continue to inspire me, Ni?a.
SR
I pulled the bag over to the bed and onto my lap to look inside. I pulled out the thick envelope similar to the one from Stenton’s Christmas gift to me. Inside were details for a trip to Greece. There were pamphlets with tourist information on Athens, the Olympian cities, Santorinian Vinsánto tasting and other must see and do activities there. My mouth collapsed as I processed where Stenton was sending me.