Chapter 7Annie
Chapter 7
Annie
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On my back, the trees laced together above me, blocking out the starry sky. Nick was between my legs, tossing them over his shoulders as he dropped to his stomach.
And then there was a long pause. I started wondering if there was a problem. I’d been socializing and there was all the sweat that came with that. Maybe this spur-of-the-moment outdoor tryst wasn’t as nice as having a shower first before asking a hot guy to put his face between my legs.
Nick kissed my inner thighs and all around my pussy, which was delightful. Then he just . . . kissed my clit? Like closed-lipped. Not Frenching. Not sucking. I thought these hockey boys were supposed to be Casanovas or something based on what I gathered from my friends. If what they said was true, I should have been in for the hookup of my life.
I tried grinding my hips into his face, grabbing some of his thick wavy hair. Roger had been older, in his forties, and woefully married, but at least that meant he knew what he was doing. He was pretty responsive and gave me what I liked. Prior to Roger, I’d had both male and female partners, and again, generally, I had a good time.
Nick, however, was spearing my vagina with his tongue. Don’t get me wrong, that’s nice now and then, but the party’s not there for me. Was that his teeth?
With another nip in a place that should never be nipped, I confirmed that yes, those were his teeth.
Goalie prodigy Nick Oberbeck bit my crotch. I squirmed away, which he seemed to take as encouragement.
He was obviously trying his best but it just wasn’t working. Maybe he had other talents. And I could give some too. I like equal play.
“Nick, can I suck you?”
He looked up from between my legs with a smile. “Did you come?”
Oh, boy.
“ Um, ha, no,” I said, trying to stay polite. Poor thing was genuinely trying. “But take yourself out and show me what I’m working with.”
He groaned and rubbed his erection through his pants. “God, Annie, you’re so sexy.” On his knees, he unzipped his pants and pushed down his briefs. He was an impressive fella, above average length, decently thick, and veiny. I'd certainly met worse.
“Sit back,” I said, shoving his shoulder to push him back onto his butt. At that point, his ass was almost on the dirt. I wrapped my hand around him and pushed my ass in the air as I dipped my mouth to his cock. He was extremely hard, his tip salty with precum as I played my tongue around it. He sat up, pulling my skirt up to grab my ass while I sucked him.
“Annie, fuck. This is, wow.” He put his hand on the back of my head, gently grabbing some of my hair. “You’re so pretty.”
I popped my lips off the tip to his delighted hiss. “Can I ride your face?”
Nick’s jaw dropped. “Fuck yeah, you can.”
I spun around and settled my knees beside Nick’s head, facing his body so I could keep my mouth on him. Can’t say I’d ever done 69 outside before in my life. So long, good girl Annie.
“Just hold your tongue out and let me do the work,” I told him.
He let out an awed “oh my God” and I rolled my hips over his mouth. I bent forward and got back to work on his cock, adding extra spit to make the ride smoother. 69 can be tough, in that it’s tough to focus on what you’re giving and the pleasure you’re getting. Nick was clearly focused on the getting.
“Tongue out,” I reminded him gently after he seemed to have sucked so long that it could leave a hickey.
He responded with a sound you can only make with your tongue out and I struggled not to laugh. Focus. I took him as far into my mouth as I could, cupping his balls. They tightened in my hand, giving warning that he was close.
He groaned, but then the groan didn’t stop.
Then I realized the groan was the sound of tires approaching. Bright lights penetrated the bush we were behind.
It was at that moment that Nick let go in my mouth, his fingertips sinking into my ass. As I was struggling to swallow down the not-small amount he gave me, a flashlight shined down on us, obscuring whoever was holding it.
“Well, lookie what we have here.”
I glanced up, Nick’s cock still in my mouth, gagging on perhaps the biggest load I’d ever received, with my ass bare over his face. Nick jolted to pull my skirt down and I had a momentary debate as to whether it was worse for me to be caught with my mouth full or to expose his whole dick by taking my mouth off. The blinding light made me squint, and I tried not to bite down. Just because he bit me didn’t mean I should bite back. I sat up and shielded my hands over his erection, tugging up my dress where he’d been playing with my boobs.
“You know there are hotel rooms here, right?” came the voice.
“Yes, sir,” Nick said, his mouth glistening with my arousal. This was absolutely mortifying.
The guard left us to get put back together, and we made a humiliated march back to our rooms.
* * *
Kitty stirred when I walked in. I tried to tiptoe, but she was already gearing up for an interrogation.
“Where have you been?” she asked with a sleepy grin.
“Just out,” I squeaked.
“Out?” she raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah. Having drinks,” I tried.
She sat up as I removed my earrings and put them on the nightstand. She reached for my head. “Drinks that left you with a leaf in your hair?”
“Um.” My neck and ears flashed hot.
Kitty narrowed her eyes. “Annie, what’s going on with Roger? It’s not like you to cheat.”
It’s not like me to be somebody’s mistress either bu t . . .
I caved. But I didn’t feel like diving into the whole truth. “He stood me up on the way here. So, I dumped him.”
“He stood you up? That motherfucker!” Her jaw set. “Obviously, I hated him all along, but I acknowledge that you’re probably sad and that sucks.”
I gave a wry smile. “Yeah.”
Kitty deflated as more of the details set in. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s your wedding,” I said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t want you to freak out or worry about me.”
“You’re my bestie. It’s my job to both worry about you and encourage you to be a wild thing. Now tell me who kept you out tonight. A few people disappeared in the later hours. It’s like a March Madness bracket of hookups.”
I laughed, flopping back on the mattress. “It’s more fun if we play Guess Who.”
“Oooh! Okay! Was it my brother?”
“Nope. He’s still hot, though.”
She made a gagging motion, then chewed her lip as she considered the possibilities. “Tania?”
“Ooh, is she bi?”
“She’s one of those fluid sexuality types. But I guess not her if you didn’t know.” Kitty’s jaw dropped as she thought more. “Holy shit, did you bone Obi?”
I put both hands over my face, covering my blush. Kitty screeched and the covers flapped where she kicked her feet.
“ANNIE! He’s a baby!”
“Oh crap, he is of age, right?” Panic crept in.
“Yeah, he’s over twenty-one,” she said. “Barely.”
“Twenty-one?! I thought maybe he was a slightly older rookie?”
Kitty cackled. “Did he smell like Axe body spray?”
“No! Kitty!”
“Okay, okay, so you guys boned. How was it?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Um, not great. And technically it was 69.”
Her eyes widened as she clutched her pillow. “Not great?!”
“He was a little . . . fumbly. And toothy.”
Kitty’s hands flew to her crotch. “Oh my God, ow! Toothy?!”
I shook my head. “I ended up having to take over. And then we got caught.”
She was aghast. “Annabelle Jane Markham, where did you perform these dirty deeds?”
I winced and put my hand over my eyes. “Behind some rhododendron bushes on the golf course.”
Kitty’s scream was so loud that I had to clap my hand over her mouth as she proclaimed me the freakiest freak to ever freak.