32. Chapter Thirty two
My eyes go wide as I take in the sight. When I was researching it last night, it looked good but this is something else. A loud ‘whoosh’ sound echoes ahead and I duck causing Riley to laugh. “Don”t worry it won”t hit you,” she teases, as she reaches for my hand and guides me back to my full height. I look up just as a spinning circle and dangling legs fly overhead again. “Woooah!,” I shout.
“Oh my god! Is this your first time at Six Flags?” Riley gasps.
“Maybe,” I admit shyly.
“Oh my god, a little Six Flags virgin. Let me be your guide, oh Innocent One,” Riley says in a funny voice as she beams from ear to ear. “This is going to be so much fun!”
Pulling her close, I lean down and whisper, “Hmm, seems only fitting that you get to have some fun taking my virginity, since Baby, I had so much fun stealing yours.”
A smirk forms on Riley”s face as a flush creeps up her face. Just as a small hand beats against my chest. “Stop that,” she groans.
“Stop what? Stop picturing how good it felt to be inside you? How tightly your pussy clenched my cock as you came all over it? Or stop…”
Riley thrusts her hand over my mouth to muffle my words. “Gabe!”
“What did I do?” I say, feigning innocence.
“You know exactly what you did,” she says with raised eyebrows.
“How about we go somewhere else so I can feel what my words did to you instead?” I growl, suddenly having no desire to be at an amusement park.
“Come on,” she says, completely ignoring my request as she tugs on the arm of my jacket, before running off like an excited toddler.
We line up for the first roller coaster and as we get near the front, I notice a sign saying you have to be so tall to ride it. “Oh no, look, no short asses allowed,” I joke.
“I’m easily taller than that,” Riley huffs and crosses her arms.
“I don”t know… it does look kinda high, and you”re pretty short,” I say, trying my hardest to sound seriously concerned.
“Wait here,” I hear her mutter as she leaves the line, marches over, and physically measures herself by standing with her back against the size chart.
“Told you. You”re too short Riley,” I gasp.
I can”t help but laugh when she spins around with a shocked look on her face, that is until she sees that the line doesn”t even come up to her shoulder.
“You”re such a dick!” she spouts out when she realizes I was just teasing her.
She sculks back to me and stands beside me without saying another word. I look down a few minutes later and she”s standing with her arms crossed with the cutest pout on her lips. I reach out, running my finger across her lip.
“Stop pouting,” I say quietly.
“No,” she scoffs defiantly.
“Stop acting like such a brat,” I laugh. “I was only teasing you.”
She looks up, rolls her eyes at me, then turns her back on me slightly. Stubborn little shit! Her attitude reminds me of the way she was that first night in the shitty motel. I kinda love it.
Throwing my arms around her shoulders from behind, I pull her against me. She tries to wiggle away, but she”s locked in my grip.
Realizing she’s trapped, she sighs and sinks into me. “That”s better,” I whisper. “Now I suggest you smile like a good girl and stop pouting like a little brat; otherwise, I may have my way with you right here until you smile and scream my name.”
I feel her breath hitch against the hair on my arms before she turns to look up at me, desire clouding her eyes.
“You wouldn”t dare?” she mouths.
I move one arm down around her waist, which to the outside world may look like I”m just giving her a tighter hug. But as I pull her hips closer, the wide eyed look she gives me lets me know that she knows exactly what I”m doing. “Try me,” I whisper as I arch my hips ever so slightly to push myself against her ass. Seriously, what I wouldn”t give right now to pull her into one of these bathrooms or down a secluded corner and take advantage of that smart mouth of hers.
“Next,” the guy calls as he starts letting a few more people through to ride the rollercoaster. Riley shuffles closer and I have to tug down my shirt a little more to ensure no one gets an eyeful of the bulge in my pants.
We sit down on the ride and it begins moving, slowly at first. This isn”t so bad, I think as we go over the first little dip, until we start climbing. Higher… and higher… and higher.
“Put your hands in the air,” Riley says from beside me. I peer over and notice both she and the couple in front of us have their hands in a little surrender sign just a few inches above the safety bar. Are they all crazy? I”m assuming the bars are there for a goddamn reason.
“Trust me, hands up!” Riley says just as the coaster comes to a halt at the top of a steep hill. Reluctantly I comply, but just as I do, the rollercoaster flies downwards. “Fuuuuuuck!” I scream as we hurtle downwards and my arms take on a life of their own, flying high above my head.
The rollercoaster flies through the sky this way and that way, all the while my hands seem glued to the invisible ceiling. Suddenly out of nowhere, I feel fingers intertwined with mine. Is she holding my hand? I don”t remember the last time anyone held my hand. Memories of my mother flash through my mind like lightning.
A split second later, we’re stopping with a jolt. Our hands finally drop down to the bar but Riley doesn”t release me. I stare at our hands for a long moment before she finally releases me. A wave of emptiness replaces the once warm feeling. “Sorry,” she mumbles when she catches me staring.
We exit the ride in an awkward silence. Not wanting to ruin things, I point to another ride, one that looks kind of like a pirate ship, “Wanna go on that one?”
“Yeah, okay,” she says with a grin.
As soon as it”s our turn we find a seat and wait for it to finish filling up. The ride starts rocking us forward and back, getting higher and higher. It”s not as fast or scary as the last ride, but still good fun. We both grip the silver bar with our hands side by side. Riley looks straight ahead letting out a small “woah” every now and then but I’m busy focusing on our hands. Our baby fingers are side by side, I move my finger slightly so that it overlaps hers but she doesn”t seem to notice. Why is this so fucking nerve racking? It”s hand holding. Kids hold hands; heck, toddlers hold hands.
I shuffle my hand over a few millimeters more so that now my baby finger and ring finger are resting on top of hers. Come on Gabe, grow the fuck up. Your fingers have been around her throat and inside her pussy, you can put them on top of her hand. I shuffle my fingers slightly closer. Suddenly her other hand reaches over, grabs mine, and places it fully on top of hers. I look over to see a small smile on her lips.
“At the risk of sounding like a pun, you looked like you needed a helping hand,” she smirks.
The ride ends and I release her hand and make my way off, the next ride we go on kind of looks like a big circle filled with swings, except that it flies high into the sky.
This time as soon as we sit down, I reach out to grip Riley”s hand. It”s kind of clumsy at first, my big fingers kind of squishing her tiny ones. Riley wiggles her hand in mine until our fingers finally feel comfortable inside of each other, almost like they belong together. We spend the whole ride flying through the sky, hands firmly clasped together. I”m almost sad when the ride ends and we have to let go again.
“How about we grab a drink? My mouth is as dry as the desert after that,” Riley says as she subconsciously pokes her tongue in and out like some sort of lizard.
“Good idea,” I reply while trying not to laugh. Riley stretches out her hand to me, and I look at it dumbfounded for a moment.
“You know that our hands work when our feet are on the floor as well, right?” she teases.
“Yeah, of course,” I mumble as I reach my hand out to meet hers. Are we actually gonna do this? Be one of those cheesy couples that go for strolls holding hands?
My question is answered when she locks her fingers into mine and begins walking and swinging both of our arms together. Yep, I guess we are. It does feel kinda nice, though.
And that”s how the rest of the day goes. We walk around the whole place hand in hand. We grab food and drinks together. She buys photos of us squealing on one of the rides. Then we laugh and joke about who looks more terrified and before I know it, the park is getting emptier and emptier. I look at my watch and realize the park is going to be closing soon. I”m not ready for today to end yet.
“I think we should get going,” I say, feeling a little sad.
“One last ride before we go,” Riley says as she drags me towards an unusually childish looking ride.
“This one, really?” I ask as I see what looks like giant tea cups moving at about 0.1 miles an hour.
“Yeah, it”s a tradition,” she says with a cheesy grin.
“Fine.” I acquiesce.
We make our way over, and unsurprisingly, there”s no line. The ride has about ten cups, but only two others are already taken. We find a cup on the opposite side to the other two sets of people and sit down. The ride begins spinning slowly. Why of all the rides does she want this snore fest? I see Riley tugging and turning on the wheel in front, with an accomplished grin on her face.
“You gotta spin it to go faster,” she laughs when she sees me eying her suspiciously. I do as she says, and the ride begins to spin a little faster but still at a snail”s pace.
“Why this one? Of all the rides, why is this the one you needed to go on?” I ask as I continue spinning it.
“Dunno. Me and Harper have been coming since we were in preschool.
This was our favorite as kids and we just continued riding it for nostalgia sake as we got older, I guess,” she shrugs.
“Wanna know something funny?” she asks with a little scoff. “I had my very first kiss on this ride.” What the fuck? I feel the jealousy and frustration bubbling in my chest at the thought of Riley here with some other guy.
“Jason Phillips,” she sighs as she places her hand on her chest.
“Who the fuck is Jason Phillips?” I snap. Who the fuck is he? I know about Justin. And I assumed there had been other guys before, but did she love any of them?
“My first crush,” she replies with a faraway voice. So she did love him then!
“Who kissed who?” I snap, getting even more frustrated. She”s mine. Where”s this Jason guy now? Do they still talk?
“He kissed me. It was completely unforgettable,” Riley smirks.
Not wanting to hear another word, I carefully unbuckle the loose belt and slide along the seat, right up against Riley. My body is snug up beside hers, and I tilt myself to face her. I place my hand on the nape of her neck, bring her to me, and kiss her hard. As she begins kissing me back, I gently pull her hair, forcing her to tilt her head so I deepen our kiss. I move one of my arms down her body, trailing my fingers lightly on the bare skin of her arm, causing goosebumps until it lands on her upper thigh. I give her a light squeeze, and she moans into my mouth in response. I bet she can’t even remember that fucker’s name now! I cup her mound with my hand, applying extra pressure to the area where her clit is. She grinds down on my hand and just as I hear her breathing really start to speed up, I end the kiss and pull my hand away.
“Bet that was a better kiss than Jason mother fucking Phillips,” I say with a cheeky grin as I help her off the ride.
“Well, you can”t get much worse than throwing up on the guy I guess,” she laughs.
“What the fuck? You threw up on him?”
“Yup, but in my defense, I was only four. And my parents had stupidly let me eat two corndogs and then go on a ride.” She says, holding her hands up in surrender.
“What the fuck? You were four? I need the whole story,” I laugh. I can”t believe she made me jealous of some guy she kissed when she was four. She knew exactly what she was doing, too.
“Well…” she says as we make our way out of the park, “it was a real Romeo and Juliet type of love affair. He was an older guy, almost five. It was true love. He’d share his juice boxes with me in school and I”d save him my last cookie. One day we found out he was going to a new school. Our parents decided to bring us all here together for a day of fun. Anyway, my dad was taking me and Harper on the teacups and offered to take Jason on with us. Everything was going fine until I started to feel nauseous. I told the group I felt sick and Jason said when he feels sick his mom kisses him better. He leaned over to kiss me better, and just as he did, I threw up all over his clothes.
I burst out laughing. “Oh my god Riley, that”s the funniest shit I”ve ever heard.”
“Don’t laugh, it was really fucking traumatizing,” she says, while laughing herself.
“Without a doubt, that”s the best, bad first kiss story I”ve ever heard,” I say, wiping a tear from my eye.
“Oh yeah, Mr. Smooth, I bet your first kiss was pretty shitty too,” she huffs.
I think back to my first kiss. Twelve years old. Being basically molested by some woman old enough to be my mother while my scumbag of a father egged her on.
“Let”s just say it wasn”t as funny as yours,” I say with a sad sigh. “Anyway, where shall we go next?” I ask, not wanting to ruin the best day in my whole life with memories of just how pathetic my childhood really was.
“I kind of don”t wanna go home,” Riley admits. “It”s been so special today.”
I don”t want to leave either. She”s right, today has been out of this world. I’ve gotten to be carefree and playful. I”ve gotten to enjoy myself and experience all sorts of things I never got the opportunity to while growing up. I don”t want the day to end either.
“Do you have work tomorrow?” Riley asks and I can tell by the look on her face the cogs are turning.
“I don”t have to,” I reply. Sure I was supposed to help with some stuff but I”m sure I could send Nate instead. I”ve covered for him plenty of times.
“Good,” Riley grins, “because I have an idea.”
“Sounds good; let me just send Nate a message first,” I say as I hand Riley her helmet.
I fire off a quick text asking Nate to cover my shifts all weekend and telling him I”m not sure when I”ll be back but that I”ll make it up to him.
“Okay, so where are we going then?” I ask as I shove the phone back into my pocket.
“There”s a hotel just a few miles away. I can guide the way,” Riley offers.
“I won”t be able to hear you very well with our helmets on,” I remind her.
Riley rubs her chin for a couple of seconds before she gets an idea. “I”ll squeeze your thigh; whichever side you have to turn, I”ll squeeze that thigh. It”s not far away at all.”
I don”t quite believe it”s going to work, but Riley seems determined, so I decide to give her the benefit of the doubt. We climb on the bike and begin driving. Sure enough a little squeeze to pull out left, a little squeeze to turn right, and in no time at all we were pulling up outside a big, white hotel. Thankfully and just in time, because the heavens open up with thick raindrops that begin pelting down on us. Thank god we don”t have to drive all the way home in this weather.
I drop Riley off at the main doors, telling her to head inside out of the storm and that I”ll follow her soon. I drive off, hoping to find somewhere safe and dry to park my bike.