Noises start coming out of my mouth that I have no control over. I only halfway hear them anyway. I’m close . . . so close. Just a few more strokes, a few more . . .
“Oh my god!” I yell, laughing and crying at the same time as I cling to Dev. It came out of nowhere! Fireworks! Explosions! Fans cheering! I hear it all in my head when the end finally comes and the orgasm takes over my whole body. I yell like a banshee as my body pulses with the release, and Dev roars like a sexy and very pleased lion. I cling to him, a drowning woman with him as my lifejacket. I feel him throbbing inside me as he finds his own release.
A few seconds later, coming down from my sexy high, I realize how sweaty I am. My face literally slides off his as I pull back. I stare into his pale face as drops of salty water pour down his temples.
“Wow,” I say, wondering how I’m going to extricate myself from this mess I’ve made. Sex in his car? Out in the parking lot? I must be high. Did I even have one alcoholic drink? I don’t think so. There’s no excuse for my behavior except that being with Dev makes me lose my mind. In a good way, though. I’m not going to let myself have any regrets over this.
He leans in and gives me a kiss right on the lips. It’s chaste, but slow. Sweet. Kind. My heart folds in on itself and then explodes. Oh, crap. I am in so much trouble.
“You make me happy,” he says. Then he spanks me on the side of my butt. “Ready to get out of here?”
I nod and then execute the nearly acrobatic moves it takes to un-impale myself from his still semi-hard erection, so I can fall onto the seat next to him and put my panties back on.
I’m not sure whether I should be embarrassed or proud at this point. Thank goodness he’s not staring at me, because I’d probably burst into tears. Not that I’m sad. Just confused. Floating in the ether. Wondering what in the H-E-double hockey sticks is going on with my life. It’s like I’ve entered the twilight zone or something. Maybe I am having a midlife crisis. Maybe I should shop for a Corvette tomorrow.
“I’d like to stay out later with you,” he says, “but I’m afraid my mother wasn’t really prepared for that.”
I look over at him. “You were just going to have a drink with your date?”
He takes his time answering. “Yeah. I just . . . It seemed like the right thing to do.”
I pause in the process of sliding my shoes back on and look up at him. “The right thing to do?” What does he mean?
He looks out the window for a few seconds before turning back to me. “I had a really nice time with you last night. It didn’t seem right to take another woman out for a regular date after that.”
I have to bite the insides of my cheeks really hard to keep from smiling like a loon. I nod. “Sure. I get it.” My voice gives me away. I wanted to sound cool, but I don’t. Not at all.
“I don’t mean to put pressure on you,” he says.
I shake my head. “No, I’m happy.” I try to grin, but it wavers.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking at me so seriously, so earnestly, it makes tears come to my eyes.
“Nothing. I’m just being an idiot is all. Status quo.”
He takes my hand and squeezes it. “I’ve done something wrong.”
“No.” I place my other hand over his. “You’ve done everything right. I really like you. I just worry that we’re rushing into this and it seems so amazing . . . I’m worried I’m going to ruin it.”
He gives me a sad smile. “You too, huh?”
I nod. “I’m not normal.”
He reaches up and strokes my cheek tenderly with a finger. “I hate normal. So boring. So predictable.”
I look down, trying to control my emotions. Nothing can take the smile off my face, though. “Good thing.”
It seems like a couple minutes go by before either of us speaks again.
“We still on for Halloween?” he asks.
I look up and nod. This is safe ground. Our kids in costumes. This I can handle. “Yep.”
“Great. So, I’ll see you next week? Your place?”
I nod, wondering if this means I won’t see him at work. “Sure.”
“I’ll come around five o’clock so we can be sure we don’t have any wardrobe malfunctions.”
“Yes. Good idea.” I casually push my dress down to where it belongs and make sure my buttons are all done up and nothing’s hanging out where it shouldn’t.
Dev places his hand on my leg as I’m about to open the back door. “Promise me something.”
I look down at his hand and then up at his face. His expression is unreadable.
“What?”
“Promise you’ll always be honest with me. You’ll always tell me exactly what you’re feeling when I ask.”