12. Beth #2
He leaned in, kissing me on my thigh, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him up and into me. I moaned into his neck, running my fingertips along his hairline.
“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel good.”
“Okay,” I whispered, already feeling my senses heightened.
He leaned down again, spreading my legs, giving open-mouth kisses and running his tongue along my inner thighs. His fingers barely grazed me, running up to my covered pussy, before running over the soaked cotton.
“I love this.” He kissed me right there.
I couldn’t help but push myself into his face.
Hooking his fingers in the top of my panties, he slowly worked them down, over my legs, and when he took them off, he grabbed them in one hand, putting them in his pocket. “For later.”
I was fully exposed, and my wetness dripped onto the swing below me, not caring that he was kneeling in front of me, fully dressed.
A second later, he ran his tongue through my whole slit, lapping up everything that dripped, and I moaned, pushing myself into his mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.”
He guided my hands to his hair, and I couldn’t help but grab on to him as he took his time exploring all my folds, spending extra time on my clit.
My head fell back, lolling to the side, not comprehending how good this could feel. I was angry at myself for letting it take so long and at the same time wanting to savor every moment.
I couldn’t get out any words, but hopefully, he could tell I was enjoying it by my moans and the hip-circling I was doing, leaving my wetness all over his face.
He put a finger in, then another, and I arched off the swing.
“Fuck,” I groaned, tensing up.
He didn’t say anything, just kept pumping me and sucking on me, the warmth spreading throughout my body.
And that’s when it hit.
I tensed up around him, holding his head to my pussy as I bucked against him, my body angrily coming after having gone so long without an orgasm.
I don’t know how long it went on for, but when I looked down, I realized he seemed to enjoy every moment.
Because when he finally pulled back, and I saw my juices all over his bearded face, he looked me in the eye and flattened his tongue, cleaning me up one last time before kissing me on my clit.
I was a goner.
The next morning, I laid in bed, listening to Megan rummaging around in the kitchen while making breakfast. Oddly, I didn’t have a headache from the one too many beers I’d consumed last night, but my heartbeat picked up just thinking about Johnny kneeling between my open legs.
I groaned, kicking out and covering my face with a pillow, silently squealing.
I couldn’t help the smile that felt like it was plastered on. My feet hit the cold wooden floor, and I trudged out to see Megan in the kitchen.
“Well, hello there, lady.” She gave me a cheshire grin. “I didn’t hear you come back last night. Wasn’t really sure you were in your room.”
“Oh, I was in there.” I pulled out a stool and took a seat, watching her make her famous French toast.
“Spill.” She placed a mug of coffee in front of me.
I crossed my legs, not saying anything, but letting the partially suppressed smile say everything.
“Come on. I know something happened. Even if everything didn’t happen. Talk to me. I need to live vicariously through you.” She cracked an egg and started mixing.
“What are you talking about? You were just out with some tourist from Ann Arbor last weekend.”
“That’s totally different. That’s a regular event for me. You’re all butterflies and rainbows with sex, and I need to experience it again. I’m like an old hag at this point.” She continued dipping her bread, and it sizzled on the pan as she dropped it in.
“Oh, please. You’re not an old hag.”
She threw her head back, laughing a bit. “Ah, I guess so, but stop changing the subject, I’m dying to know what happened with Johnny.”
“We kissed again.”
“And…” She looked over her shoulder at me, waiting.
“Some other stuff.” I trailed off, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“Yes?” She pulled the bacon out of the oven.
“At the karaoke night—”
She cut me off. “Karaoke night? I missed it!” She held up her hand. “Sorry, continue.”
I continued to tell her about being surprised by the karaoke, then going back to his place for a bonfire, then the kissing, then the partial lap dance, then him kneeling in front of me.
“Damn, girl.”
“What?” I looked at her, blowing my coffee.
“I’m impressed, is all. I didn’t think you’d actually go for it.” She lifted her mug. “Cheers to getting yours.”
“It was amazing, Megan.” I leaned back. “It’s just been so long since I’d let go like that, and trust me, the last time was nowhere near this good.”
“So, when are you two hanging out again?” She handed me a plate of her French toast and bacon.
“Not sure.” I took a bit of the bacon and tasted the salty goodness explode in my mouth.
My phone beeped, and I picked it up, grinning when I noticed who was texting.
Johnny: Last night was fun
Me: It was
Johnny: I figured we need to get everything set up with the donations and see what else we need. Does Thursday night work? Pizza at my house and go through it all?
Me: See you then
“Who was that?” Megan asked cheekily, seeming to know exactly who it was.
“Johnny and I are meeting up on Thursday to go through festival stuff.”
“Of course you are.” She rolled her eyes.
“What’s the eyeroll for?” I asked.
“You two are just too cute is all.” She smirked at me. “Almost like you really like him.”
“I do like him, but I need to keep it in check too.” I thumped my fork against my plate.
“And why is that?”
“You know why.” I glared at her, chomping with my mouth full of French toast.
“You can like him and have it be casual. He knows you’re leaving. Just lean into it,” she said.
“Says the woman who also only sleeps with tourists.” I rolled my eyes.
“Totally different,” she said, waving a hand in the air.
“How’s that?”
“Because I said it is.” She looked at me sternly before busting out laughing.
“He’s not the only one texting me either, unfortunately,” I said.
“Oooh. Do tell.”
“Michael has texted me a few times, and apparently he mentioned to my mom that he wants to come down here.” I shook my head.
“A love triangle! It just keeps getting more interesting.” She raised her eyebrows twice at me.
“Oh, please. It’s definitely not a love triangle.
” I paused. “I don’t get him though. He’s the one who thought we should take a break last winter.
Then, when he found out I was leaving for the summer, he made it known we should pick back up in the fall.
It’s hard not to think of him as a real possibility, you know? ”
“I wouldn’t know. I just do one-nighters. Keeps it easier that way.” Megan plopped down on the barstool next to me.
“I need to just talk with him, but I’m dreading it. We haven’t had a real conversation outside of work in months, but timing is terrible.”
“Exactly why I stick to tourists, girl.” She took a big bite of bacon. “But honestly, two men going after you? Doesn’t seem like the worst situation.” She nudged my arm.
She was right, but the more I thought of Johnny, the more I wanted to explore things with him and the more Michael only felt like a distant memory that kept getting farther and farther away.