Thirteen
COLTON
We drive to Pearl's house in silence. Uncertainty fills the air. Pearl and I are on the same page—we love each other. My stomach quivers at the thought of talking to Greg about this. We’ve had chats about my love life and Pearl’s.
But those conversations were nothing like what this conversation will be.
“So, gone on any dates lately?” Greg asks.
I grab the tennis ball and throw it at him. His turn to serve.
“Went on one last night. Nothing really came out of it.” I replied
“Went well?” he said, throwing the ball and batting it toward me. I shrug.
“It was fine. Not my type,” I reply.
I hit the ball back to him, which continued for a while. At the same time, we’re still talking.
“What's your type?” he asks.
I ponder the question.
What is my type?
“Well,” I start, “She has to be funny and smart. I like intellectuals and deep conversations. Someone who can keep up with that would be nice.”
“Yeah,” I hear Greg huff.
I continue.
“She should love cats even if the cat doesn't like her,” I joke. My cat, Ivy, hates me and tries to avoid me, but I still love her. One day she'll love me back. “I don't know, funny, smart, and pretty. I don't need much,” I finish, and I hit the ball, and it passes Greg and hits the fence.
We walk over to the bench and grab our water.
“You don't want much? What a way to look at love,” he mocks.
“You know what I mean,” I say. “I'm almost forty. I have a job, a house, and a best friend. I don't need drama and anything too exciting.”
Greg looks at me with confusion and a smile.
What I don't tell him is that the only woman I’ve ever seriously thought of is barely legal and has ‘bad idea’ written all over it. And that’s why I stay away from their house. I know Pearl still lives with her parents because she attends the local Chicago university.
Greg shrugs, and we play another round.
“Pearl went on her first date a couple days ago,” Greg says, and I can't help the pang of jealousy I feel. I keep my face neutral and focus on the ball.
“How did it go?” I ask because I’m a moron.
“She didn't say that much about it. I don't think dating is something Pearl thinks about much, and this boy goes to her school. I don't think it was much of a big deal,” Greg said.
I feel sudden relief when he tells me that. But of course, it doesn't matter what I feel.
“She didn't say anything to you?” I ask more questions, like the idiot that I am. As if to torture me for liking a nineteen-year-old girl.
Greg shrugs again,
“Yeah, not much. She says that they went to dinner. She had pasta, and he talked about fishing. That was it. She didn't seem too impressed with the guy.”
I bet I could impress her, I think to myself.
Fuck!
I should go on more dates if only to help me forget.
But I didn't forget. I went forward, and now Pearl’s sitting next to me with her legs crossed on the passenger seat of my car. She’s humming Highway to Hell by AC/DC. Her father is a big classic rock fan, and it was always playing at the house.
I look over at her, and her short shirt is hiked up enough that I can see her white underwear peeking from underneath. Suddenly I’m hit with a very naughty idea.
“Take off your panties,” I command, and Pearl looks at me, eyes wide in shock.
“What?” she questions.
“You heard what I said. Off. Now.”
Pearl grins and then lifts her hips to take off her panties.
I turn a corner that takes me away from Greg's house and onto a dark, empty road leading us out of the city. I take a quick peek at her wet pussy. It gleams in the moonlight, and my mouth waters, remembering what she tastes like.
I look back to the road and tell her,
“Rub yourself, baby. Make yourself come.”
Pearl giggles and does what I ask. I look back at her occasionally while looking for somewhere to park. I see her fingers disappear inside her cunt and her little moans fill the car with much-needed relief, then I smell her lust in the air.
Pearl pants and moans. Her head thrashes against the seat, and I find a dirt patch at the side of the road, where I quickly park.
I turn toward her, take off my seatbelt and look at her face and then her pussy. Pearl likes to tuck in her lip when she gets close, as if she’s used to keeping quiet so no one hears.
“Scream for me, baby. No one can hear you but me. Show me how much you enjoy fucking yourself.”
With her mouth agape, Pearl gasps at my words and releases a scream as she climaxes all over her hand.
“Fuck! Colton!” she screams, and I watch as her fingers pound into her pussy, wringing out the last of her orgasm.
My cock is hard and heavy in my pants, and it yearns to get out. I undo my belt and lower my pants. My dick springs out and thuds against my stomach.
Pearl opens her eyes, looks over at my throbbing cock, and smiles.
“You like what you see, Pearl?”
She nods her head and puts her wet fingers in her mouth.
“Ah, Ah,” I say, grabbing her hand. “That's mine.”
I put her fingers into my mouth and suck off her release.
Fuck. She tastes so sweet.
After I’m done sucking her fingers and moving her hand to my cock.
“You want to touch?” I ask her and move her delicate fingers over the head of my cock.
“Yes, Colton,” she groans. I place her hand over my dick, and she tightens her grip around me.
I moan to the car's roof and sit back on my seat while Pearl jacks me off.
Pre-come leaks out the tip of my cock, and Pearl leans forward to lick it.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, and the encouragement leads her on. She then starts to suck on the tip while jacking the rest.
“Is this what you did while I talked to you over the phone?” she asks.
“Yes. I mean not the sucking part, but I jacked off to your voice even when you weren't on the phone.”
Pearl looks at me at my admission, and I thank God her eyes are full of fire.
I get closer and closer to climax, and she pumps my cock faster and faster.
“Fuck. I'm gonna come, baby,” I warn her, and she slides her whole mouth down my cock, and I’m undone.
I buck into her tight mouth as warm jets of cum coat her throat. Pearl takes her mouth off my dick and wipes her face with her arm.
“That was amazing, baby,” I tell her and cup her face to give her a kiss.
We taste each other on our tongues, and I feel Pearl slide onto my lap.
“Baby,” I whisper in her ear as she slides against my cock. “I don't quite bounce back as fast as I used to. Plus, we need to get to your parents' house.”
“Shame,” she sighs. “Because I could go again right now,” she jokes.
“Well, it's different for a woman. You don't have to get anything up,” I retorted.
“Apparently, neither do you,” she grins at me, and I sneer at her.
“Hilarious, Pearl. You better be careful, or you might get punished,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen, and her smile grows.
“I think you like the idea of getting spanked for mocking me?”
She says nothing but puts her panties back on and buckles back up. I put my cock back into my pants, start the car and head to Greg's house.