What If

Which I was sporting right now. I shifted the front of my jeans, not bothering to hide what I was doing. I took pleasure in watching the heat in her eyes and the pink of her cheeks.

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me. My dick was hard and pressing into her belly. She licked her lips. I kissed her in a quick peck, knowing most women didn’t want their make-up messed up right after applying it.

“You look stunning.” She dabbed her finger over my lips, wiping of the gloss. “You’re going to make me get in a fight tonight.”

“Why?”

“Those college boys are going to be watching you and making passes all night.”

Briar threw her head back and laughed. “Don’t you worry. I’m a big girl; I can handle myself.”

“You won’t need to handle it; I’ve got it covered. Let me deal with the handsy jerkoffs.” I was only half joking. There’s a fine line between appreciating the way a woman looked and making her feel like a piece of meat.



I helped Briar into the truck and then got in on my side. Briar’s short skirt shortened even more when she sat in my truck. I zeroed in on her tan legs and upper thighs peeking out from the black scrap of clothing. The tension in the vehicle was palpable.

Wanting her was a feeling I had become keen to many years ago. However, wanting someone who isn’t around you is easier to deal with. Eventually the constant pull to touch her, to hear her voice, to smell her skin - everything that came with wanting to be with Briar - well, it cooled like lava cascading down a volcano. It’s hot; it burns anything in its path. That flaming magma burned through my extremities, finally hit the chilly water, and was forced to become a coal-like ash. It still simmered, causing steam to leak through. Having Briar back in my life was like a volcano that had been dormant for decades, and bubbling with murderous temperatures, it was finally ready to explode. Now that it was active, that volcano would never be asleep again.

Unable to keep myself from touching her, I laid my hand on her naked skin just above the knee. The sound of a surprised intake of breath left her parted lips. Small chills broke out across her skin, informing me that she was feeling this insanity too.

I drove nearly twenty minutes. Both of us tried making idle chitchat, but nothing took my mind off of the bare skin I was touching on her thigh. Every bit of small talk ended just as quickly as it started, filling the truck with a thick silence that coated the lust dripping off of us. All the desire I felt for this girl since the day I met her was tangible in the confined space. I was positive Briar felt it too. When my hand moved a millimeter up her leg, she clenched her eyes tightly together and bit down on her lip before releasing both her lip and her eyes.

Maybe we were moving too fast. Perhaps taking us to the next level so quickly after being reunited would come back and bite me. But I jerked the car off the road. We were on one of those small state roads that generally remained empty after a certain time of day. The gravel crunched loudly beneath the tires. Small rocks came up, hitting the metal of my truck. I threw it into park. I breathed in loudly, fighting to get a hold of myself before I continued what we both needed to be done.

It’s a good thing I parked the truck on the side of the road because there was no way my eyes were going to leave Briar. She sucked in air as I trailed my fingers upward, underneath her skirt. Her breasts rose and fell sporadically, matching her erratic breaths. She wasn’t looking at me, but if she were she would’ve seen my chest making the same movements. I felt like an inexperienced teenage boy all over again, wanting to make her feel good, afraid I was moving too fast.

When I reached the outside of her panties, I could feel the radiating heat coming from inside. The wetness was drenching the small triangle covering where my fingers demanded to go. She didn’t stop when I pushed her underwear to the side and slid my finger across her bare *.

My dick swelled and pressed against the denim of my jeans. I was painfully hard, and not solely from touching Briar. I’ve had the images of Briar naked in my head for years, and I was about to watch one of my fantasies become a reality as I got her off with my fingers.

Her legs spread wider without me having to ask her. I bit back my grin and slid the tip of my left middle finger into her. Briar’s head bent backward, resting against the headrest. She closed her eyes, but I could still see her eyes moving behind the lids. The tip of her tongue dipped out and dampened her lips.

I angled my body closer to hers so that I could watch as pleasure took over her. Sliding my finger in to the hilt, she clenched around me. Having a piece of me inside of her seemed more like a hallucination than actual reality. For the life of me, I couldn’t comprehend why I hadn’t done this with her before. Every woman I’d been with seemed trivial compared to what I could have or could’ve had with Briar all this time.

I drew my finger slowly out of her and then pressed it in her again. Her hips thrust upward meeting each movement of my hand.

“You’re tight, Briar. Perfect,” I mumbled out the words.

She hummed something intelligible and sighed, her breath speeding up. My fingers have always been on the bigger side. Adding a second finger inside of her would be a stretch, but she was wet enough that she’d adjust easy enough. I slid my pointer finger through her wetness, and then began adding it to her *. Her knees bent, the heels of her shoes resting on the seat, opening her up for easier access.

“That’s it, Briar. Let me inside of you.” The walls inside of her stretched to accommodate the extra digit. I began rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time my fingers began moving, working her to an orgasm.

I knew when she was close. It became apparent when her head started to move back and forth against the headrest. One of her hands grasped at her skirt while the other wrapped around my arm, helping me match whatever rhythm she needed to get off.

“Arrow,” she whispered my name as her legs shook lightly, and her head finally stilled.

In all the years I’ve known Briar I’ve heard her say my name a million times. In my dreams, it was often her crying out my name with my dick buried inside of her. I envisioned what her voice would sound like when I made her come. I wondered what the look on her face would be when she completely lost herself in the moment.

Seeing it in reality was a sight to behold. Her features went soft, completely relaxed. The way she said my name sounded like a plea for me to never stop and a declaration of her feelings. The way she said my name was a reflection of the way I thought of her name. It was full of past regrets, an overflow of years of emotions we never let out in the open.

I pulled out of her unhurriedly; enjoying the small twitches racking through her as I did. Her fist loosened its grip around my wrist, but she didn’t let go. I twisted my wrist so that I could wrap her fingers with mine. Both of us were breathing hard, holding hands.

“Pants,” she said breathlessly, “Undo them.” I looked at her confused. She scooted closer to me and started unbuttoning my jeans.

I stopped her hands from their eager movements. “Not necessary, Briar.” Her hands were shaking, but she looked into my eyes. Her brown ones were mostly black from her pupils taking over.

“Do you know how long I’ve thought about this, Arrow?” she questioned.

Her chest rose and fell while I searched her eyes. I let go of her hand, my silent acceptance of her to do whatever the hell she wanted. Briar wanted to touch me? I was going to let her.