Lola is subdued when I meet her at the bookstore. She fumbles around with her keys and her phone and gets her purse caught on the chair behind the register. She hasn’t made eye contact because she doesn’t know how to act around me right now.

While normally, I’d enjoy watching the pitter patter of her awkward little heart, I put her at ease by leaning in and kissing her. It took me a while to learn that women really just want a man who takes charge. Lola is no different, but if you’d asked me ten years ago, the thought of kissing her would have repulsed me. I wasn’t man enough to do it then anyway. Now I’m counting down the seconds until I get to do it again.

She sighs like she’s just lost a bet with herself and then she gives into it. Her body sags into mine, and her boobs rub against my chest. They look bigger today. Swollen. And I hope she isn’t getting her period because I’m almost certain Lola is the kind of prude who would tell me I couldn’t fuck her on her period. She’d be wrong, but the anticipated battle is tiresome already.

“Do you have a special visitor coming to town?” I feather her neck with kisses and find a particularly interesting spot on her shoulder. A spray of freckles that looks out of place, but alluring nonetheless. They are like tiny chocolate sprinkles, and I want to lick them off.

“What do you mean a visitor?” she asks.

“You know, a special auntie…”

“Daire!” Her face morphs from euphoria to horror. “No, we are not talking about that. There are boundaries.”

“Fuck boundaries.” I tug her against me and feel her up.

“Daire.” Another faint attempt at protest.

I squeeze her ass and rub my hard-on against her belly. Her eyes fall shut, and she allows the molestation to continue for as long as I want, but it’s never long enough. She’s warm and soft and so small, and today she’s wearing a baby pink dress that makes me want to drag her up into her apartment and fuck her over every surface. But that isn't what I have planned. At least, not yet.

I disengage and adjust my dick, so it isn’t saluting all of Chicago when we step outside. “C’mon poppet. We’ve got somewhere else to be.”

Cane in one hand, I reach for her with the other, which she takes freely. We walk outside, and Lola makes a beeline toward the entrance of her apartment.

“Where do you think you’re going, you greedy little fiend?”

She blinks at me. “I thought we were going to”

“Fuck,” I supply, since she can’t seem to say it herself. “You thought we were going to fuck. But no, LB. As much as I delight in the carnal pleasures of your body, today the real treat is waiting for you at the curb.”

She swivels her head and gasps when she sees it. A candy apple red 1955 Chevrolet Bel Air. "Is that—?"

I spin the keys around my finger like I’m Danny Zuko. Ideally, I’d like to toy with her more, but we’re already late, so I open her door. She squeaks when she’s inside and secures her seatbelt like that might stop me from removing her should I so choose.

"Where are we going?" she asks as soon as I’m in the driver’s seat.

"Patience, LB."

I take on the road, and Lola obsesses over the car. She touches everything, fawning over the knobs and buttons and worn white leather. I can only hope she’ll show the same level of excitement and dedication to my dick later on.

I reach for her hand across the seat, and she gives it to me reluctantly.

“So you can drive,” she blurts.

“I’m not a cripple,” I reply icily.

“I know.” Her cheeks turn a nice shade of pink and all I can think about is her ass doing the same when I spank her. “I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just, I never see you drive.”

“Well, I can.”

Heated silence settles over us, and this was not how today was supposed to go. Lola sighs and stares out the window, and I need to salvage this now.

"How goes the dating life?"

Her hand goes rigid in mine, and she shrugs. "Nothing to write home about.”

"Damon hasn't swept you off of your feet yet with his words?"

"No, I think Damon's out."

Thank fuck.

"Talking to anyone else?" I hedge.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she shakes her head. Little liar. Again, this is not the point of today. I don’t want to be an asshole, but how can I not when she continues to poke me with a stick.

"You do know that your pussy is exclusive to me until we call quits. The same goes for your other orifices."

She tries to yank her hand away. I lock her fingers in with mine.

"I wouldn't have sex with anyone else," she answers indignantly.

I know she wouldn't. But still, she is lying to me. And I don't like it. Her phone pings and she checks it discreetly before putting it away. Pain shoots up through my leg, and I grip the wheel until my knuckles turn white. Irritation pains, they always seem to occur whenever Lola’s around. But we've arrived at our destination, and my discomfort takes a back seat when she sees where I've brought her.

"The drive-in?" she yelps. "We're going to the drive-in?"

"Yes. I had an inkling that you’ve always wanted to make out at the drive in. I’m happy to oblige."

She rolls her eyes. "I should have known."

I pay, and then we park and tune into the station.

"I'll be right back," I tell her.

She doesn't ask where I'm going because she's captivated by the dancing cartoons up on the big screen. When I return five minutes later, my hands are filled with snacks and drinks.

"Did you buy the whole shop?"

"Just want my girl to be happy." The words are a thoughtless utterance that I can’t take back.

Lola sags into her seat and frowns, and then like adults do, we both pretend it didn't happen at all.

Sugar makes everything better, so I hand her the Twizzlers, and she eats all of them without offering to share. The car is too quiet, and I'm not exactly sure of the protocol here. How long is considered appropriate before I start making out with her? I want to taste the cherry on her lips. I want to eat her cherry pussy too. I wonder if Lola will go for it, out here in the open.

It's dark. Ish.

The movie starts, and I'm on the fence because she seems really into it. It's a rom-com. I don't even know what's happening. My eyes glazed over within the first five minutes and I'm just staring at the screen now. But my dick is hard and uncomfortable, and I'm not really sure what to do about that.

When the fuck did I turn into such a pussy?

"So are you actually going to make out with me?" Lola asks.

I blink and turn towards her. She's smiling. Soft and... dirty. My dirty girl.

"Thank fuck," I groan. "I wasn't sure you'd ever ask."

I wrench her across the seat, so I have access to my favorite toys. She whines when I grab two palmfuls of her tits. "Adrian."

I freeze. She never calls me by my first name, but fuck if I don't like it. I tell her to say it again. She does, and she likes it too. It feels... intimate. Even more intimate than my hand working its way up between her thighs.

She squeezes them together, and I splay them apart. The usual song and dance. I don’t have to work at it because her panties are sticking to her skin and she’s been thinking about this for a while. Panties aside, I do the gentlemanly thing, and finger fuck her while we make out.

She's hot for me. So fucking hot. She sucks on my lip like she’s trying to eat me or leave a mark. Either option I’m okay with. Her other hand starts pawing at my pants, tugging on the zipper. Before I know it, she’s in, her fingertips kissing my cock.

The anticipation has made it the most painful erection I’ve ever had. I’m a sloppy mess, leaking my arousal all over my trousers. I need relief, and at this point, I would settle for her hand. I want every hot, wet hole on her body and it shows. I’m humping her hand like a teenage boy.

There's a car beside us. And I wonder if they know what we're doing. I wonder if that guy is jealous as fuck because I have my hand in Lola's hot pussy while she plays with my dick. She jacks me off, and I tangle my fingers in her hair while I imagine her face on my cock. She's all over the place. Squirming, crying, thrashing as she squeezes me in her grip. She calls me Adrian again three more times before she comes.

It’s wet, and it’s messy. I'm close, but it feels like forever since I've been inside of her. It's not going to happen here, I know that much.

Lola fulfills all of my hopes and dreams when she bobs forward. Her head is too close to my dick to be misinterpreted. She wants it just as much as I do. I groan before her mouth even touches it. Before she even wraps her hot lips around the head and sucks me down the back of her throat. And I learn something new about LB. She doesn't have a gag reflex.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She blows every other blowjob I’ve ever had out of the water. And when I tell her that I'm coming, the bastard in me hopes she’ll swallow.

She doesn’t disappoint me.