Chapter 39 I’ll Never Think of the Backseat the Same Again
-Drew-
This first date with Annie is so different from any first date I’ve ever had.
I chalk it up to the fact that we don’t have to get to know each other and aren’t working up to a first kiss or a questioning touch.
We’ve already worked through the nerves of first touching, making it feel easy.
When we are playing mini-golf, I don’t question if I can kiss her between starting the next round.
I don’t question running my hand along her neck after she pulls her hair up in a messy bun.
It doesn’t feel like Annie is holding back, either; she’s been grabbing my hand or my forearm when we walk to the next starting point during mini golf.
On the way to the pizza place, she’d offered her hand to me in the car.
During dinner, we sat facing each other, and we’d still found a small way to touch, our legs bumping under the table.
But it wasn’t just the touching that was easier—it was the conversation.
I’d been worried that I’d direct all our conversations to be around sports with her.
I’d been focused all junior year on keeping it on sports after all, with the occasional school assignment thrown in.
I should have known that other subjects would be just as easy as our sports conversations.
We talked about a lot of things over pizza.
It was surprising to me that she was so nervous about getting into Norman.
She was so smart, and when she did the Visual News, you could tell she loved telling others about sports.
She is a natural behind the camera, but I may have been a little biased, as I’ve always thought she was gorgeous.
I seemed to surprise her too, when I told her I was applying for college.
***
After pizza, I get worried when Annie asks me about going home.
Have I been reading this night wrong? Is she already ready to go home?
I reply, “I was thinking dessert if you wanted.” I continue when she didn’t reply right away, “We can stay in town and go to the ice cream shop, or we have enough time to drive to that shaved ice place by the lake.” I’m not sure which emotion is going across her face, but it’s not excitement.
What feels like hours later, she finally says, “Let’s get shaved ice.
” She offers me her hand to hold, and I take it, trying to reassure myself that I’m overthinking this.
On the drive, we have some conversation, but it falls off a little as we near the shaved ice.
Her hand is still in mine, or this silence would feel uncomfortable.
I try to focus on the radio, but I’m a little distracted by the feeling that I’ve done something wrong after pizza.
Maybe I was trying to throw too much into tonight.
Maybe I should have picked only one thing to do.
Annie breaks the silence: “Can we go somewhere else, would that be a problem?” she asks.
Shit, here it is, I think, but I reply, “Sure, no problem, where are you thinking?”
Then she makes all the worry go away with her suggestion.
“Let’s go to that place by the lake, the one that is near the boat ramp but is off in the trees.
” I have to try not to laugh. A guy on the baseball team works for the lake’s main office, and he has made it common knowledge that if you need a private moment, it is one of the few gaps in the camera coverage.
He has even shared with us all the paths you should drive to not trigger the ones that are near the boat ramp that the lake patrol monitors.
Has this been why she didn’t want dessert?
She wanted us to have a totally different kind of dessert.
I like her option better than shaved ice, too.
“You sure?” I ask, squeezing her hand as I do, because I know that once we set the destination, I’ll have a really hard time doing anything else the rest of the night.
At her “I’m sure,” I hit the blinker to turn in the direction of the parking lot.
***
We are either here early or other people have found a new spot, because we have the lot to ourselves.
I do my best to remember the path and to get us to the part of the lot that is completely dark.
I turn off the car, and we are in the dark, the only light source the half-moon in the sky, more than a lot away over the boat ramp.
I am looking at Annie, trying to figure out the next move and realizing that the best move would be to get us into the backseat.
With that decision clear, I say, “I’m not sure what the plan is from here, Angel, but nothing comfortable is going to happen in the front seat.
” Annie is already shaking her head in agreement when she answers, “Yeah, we should move to the back.” My dick twitches, not only at her words but in the breathy way she says them.
She is the first one to get out of the car.
I don’t leave her waiting long and quickly join her on the passenger side of the car.
I open the back door, and then Annie takes my hand and pulls me behind her into the backseat.
As I let her pull me, I think, I’d let her drag me anywhere.
***
Once in the backseat, we both react. I’m not sure if I pull her to straddle my lap or if she climbs on top of me.
Our mouths fuse, all tongues and sliding lips.
I register her fingers twining into my hair and pulling me closer.
I also register that in this position, her jean skirt is pulled up, exposing most of her thighs.
It wouldn’t take much effort to pull it up, exposing more of her to me.
But my hands are currently wrapped around her ass.
No sooner are they there before I’m pulling her body against me, rubbing her pussy against my dick.
I groan into the kiss, all the while thinking that fuck, does it feel good to have the friction of her against me, even if it’s between layers of clothing.
I may have started the move, but Annie has taken the lead.
She is grinding into me and swirling her hips; this must feel good for her, too, because she is letting out little moans.
She starts to pull back, and my brain wants to protest. “I want it off, Drew,” she says.
I wish it wasn’t so dark. I’m not able to make out much detail about her face, and I wish I could see her flushed cheeks, but her tone is all breathy again, and I know that she’s turned on.
I don’t make a lighthearted comment. I don’t ask her what she means.
I remove my hands from her ass, find the edge of my shirt, and rip it over my head.
After all, I’d told her if she asked me to, I would.
Her hands are on my chest before I can even return mine to her body, and they are soft and warm against my skin.
I place my hands on her thighs, right at the edge of her skirt, running my fingers along the edge while she takes her time feeling my chest down to the edge of my jeans.
I don’t mean to, but feeling her trace the edge of my abs causes me to flex, and she groans.
I run one of my hands up her waist and over the side of her boobs, up to her neck, and pull her mouth back to mine.
We sit like this, kissing and Annie running her hands over my chest, until I can no longer control my brain.
I remove my mouth from hers, but I’m still kissing her body.
I kiss and suck my way down her jaw, then further down her neck to the spot I’d touched during mini-golf that made her shiver.
As I enjoy the taste of her skin, she moans “Drew” into the silence, and I can’t help it; I smile into her skin and say, “You can say my name like that any time you want, Angel. Maybe I’ll even get you to scream it for me one day.
” The thought of her screaming my name sends another twitch straight to my already hard dick.
I keep moving down her exposed skin until I meet the edge of the tank top.
I want it off, so I reach to the bottom hem of the tank top, bringing it up enough for my fingers to graze the skin between her tank and the top of her skirt.
I speak against her breastbone, “Can I take it off?” A breathy “Yes” escapes Annie’s lips, and then I pull the fabric out of my way.
She still has on a bra, and before I can even ask, she’s taken the lead again, removing her right hand from my body, bending it around her back, and unclamping the material.
I can feel more than see the material fall into our laps.
Fuck, I wish I could see her boobs, and I mentally make a note to undress her under better lights next time, because I know that we will have many more times like this in the future.
I pull her body into my chest and kiss her deeply.
I can feel her boobs against my chest, and the raised nipples brush across my skin.
I repeat the same path from before but meet no interruptions as my mouth kisses along the top of her boob before kissing over her nipple.
I run my tongue over the raised peak, causing her to moan my name again.
Annie wraps her hands into my hair, pulling my mouth harder into her boob.
She is grinding into me in slow, seductive moves.
I move my hand up and wrap it around her other boob and enjoy the feel of its weight in my hand.
She’s got great boobs, I think as I suck the nipple into my mouth.
She arches into my efforts and pulls me harder into her body, then moans “Drew” next to my ear.
I continue sucking, licking, and touching her boobs, earning more and more moans from Annie.
I need a position change to do what I want to do next, so I half spin and lay Annie’s back against the backseat before I continue to kiss my way to her belly button.
I run my tongue along the seam of her skirt.
I’m just about to push the skirt out of my way when the silence is interrupted by a buzzing alarm, and I freeze.