Chapter 3
Melody
I was desperately sending signals hoping that he was somehow going to pick them up. His hand was lying by his side, but I wanted him to touch me in the worst way possible.
It was about 3 hours into the drive and the conversation was a light banter of sexual innuendo. He hadn’t revealed much about his personal story. He was purposely deflecting using the unspoken chemistry between us to make me lose my train of thought.
“Your friends are quiet. It looks like they have had a long day. I could drive for a little while if you want to get some rest. By your own admission, we are not on any set route. I feel bad that I haven’t done my part. It’s not like I can afford to share the expense of gas and lodgings.” I didn’t want him to drive my special girl, but I could seriously consider having him touch the right buttons to make my body a prisoner of his wild libido.
My good friends had passed out in each other’s arms. This private moment had me anxious to take his hand and place it between my legs for a little cultural exchange. I didn’t want him to have the wrong idea about American girls. I was not the majority. Most had no problem wearing clothing that made them feel sexy and available.
“I like your idea of roughing it. Getting back to nature is where Angel excels. Ginger is more accustomed to mints on her pillows and hot and cold running room service. This is a democracy. We outnumber her by 3 to 1.” He had done nothing to indicate he was interested in the other girls.
Not once did I see him steal glances. His curiosity hadn’t gotten the best of him. He was earning my respect and admiration.
It was hard to sit still and I finally felt this overwhelming need to feel his fingers. He was rather surprised when I took him by the hand with one hand on the steering wheel keeping us on the road.
The orange ball of sun in the air was streaming through the colorful leaves in a magical display that would’ve been perfect to record with my paintbrush. I was an amateur. It wasn’t like I was painting by the numbers. My raw talent came from my mother’s side of the family.
I was boldly going where I had never gone before. His manicured hands had the trace of a feminine touch, but a masculine feel at the same time. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and he was doing nothing to force his body on me. I was doing most of the work for him with my mind a whirlwind of explicit images and positions.
“I don’t want to ruin this moment. I wasn’t expecting anything. I was hoping, but I wasn’t going to presume to know what you were thinking.” The radio was crackling trying to break through to another station.
“Bear with me. It’s hard to find my way in the dark without somebody holding my hand. Making love is nothing compared to hot animal sex. I’ve had the gentle touch. What I want from you is to be overcome by the passion. It’s not like you haven’t been screaming what you want from how your hips moved on the dance floor. A woman can tell a lot of things from how a man moves to the tempo of the music.” I was debating on what to do, but my body was talking for me.
I put his hand between my open legs. I hunched forward a little. He made contact with the soaking reminder of what he was doing to me. His finger moved and began to turn up the heat a notch.
“I can tell you’re not used to doing anything like this. It’s nice to see that you’re not allowing your past to dictate your future. I sometimes forget where I came from. They never stop reminding me.” I was trying to understand what he was trying to say, but I was distracted by his finger pulling at the band of material at my crotch.
“I’m doing this with some reservations. It’s exciting and I can’t deny the freedom I feel from opening myself to the possibilities. I never told my friends the truth about my first time. It wasn’t anything to write home about. I did it under peer pressure, but I fully take responsibility for my actions.” There were mostly farming communities with acres of nothing to see for miles in either direction.
I felt his finger move along the silky lips of my sex. He had made his way underneath my restrictive panties. I was waiting with my heart in my throat for him to penetrate up to the first knuckle.
“My first time was with an older woman seven years ago. She called me a strapping young man and her praise went directly to the head between my legs. She was constantly showing off her body teasing me with brief glimpses to drive me out of my mind. I thought it was perfectly innocent. She was my mother’s best friend and I grew up thinking of her as another aunt.” He was showing his vulnerability by opening up his heart and telling me something profound about his past that most men would’ve taken to their graves.
“You were fortunate to find someone with experience to take you from being a boy to a man. I should’ve considered an older man, but I was afraid of getting caught in the trap of a midlife crisis. I didn’t want the drama of being with a married man. I would never want to be a home wrecker. I know what that pain feels like and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.” I stumbled over my words feeling flush and my eyes were trying to blink the road back into focus.
I swerved into the other lane, but thankfully, there were no oncoming vehicles. He had taken me by surprise by piercing the inner sanctum of my body. I was tight with the kind of suction to draw him in without him doing a damn thing. I had this rush that made me lightheaded when he hooked his finger to rub me in the right way.
“She taught me many things about my body and hers. We spent every waking moment getting to know each other. I was a substitute for the man she lost in a hit and run accident. I was glad to give her what she was missing. I can do the same thing for you.” I was floored by his intimate confession and what mattered to me was what was going to come next.
“I’m having a hard time keeping the car on the road. It’s dangerous driving with your finger inside of me. My body is begging for the release that you can give it. Do this for me and I promise I will make it up to you. Do you suppose that I could have some inspiration?” I was biting my lip and holding my breath to see him flex the specimen of manhood that had my mouth watering with the possibilities.
“Keep your eye on the road where it belongs. You only have to ask once. Your willingness to say what you want is something you should never lose. Fight for your dreams and they will fight for you in return.” He was a wanted man by those women looking for more than the 5-minute wonder. I had this feeling he was a marathon man who was able to go the distance until his partner was spent and exhausted with nothing left to give.
I was molding a new reality by shedding the woman I was. His creativity was touching me deeply with my juices saturating his finger. I was forcing him deeper by pushing my body forward to get as much penetration as I could. The pad of his thumb joined in the fray. Circling my clit had my thighs quivering and my fingers gripping the steering wheel with enough force to turn them white.
“The look on your face is priceless. I still haven’t seen the evidence of your excitement. I know I’m going to lose it when I get my first look at it. Do it slowly and make me hunger for it. It’s a shame that you couldn’t have been my first. I can always pretend. It wasn’t like the man who came before you was any prize.” His thumb was sliding along my slick skin and there was no point in trying to pretend.
I was trying to separate feelings from the actions. It would be easier to think of him as a conquest. My friend’s words haunted me claiming that I couldn’t be physical with a man without falling in love. There was no one that could make me feel like he did. Kissing had always been my downfall. Kenneth was my first after a month-long courtship of making out.
“Never let it be said that I don’t give a woman what she wants.” He was pulling down the zipper one track at a time.
It sounded like a gun going off. I was licking my lips with this highly charged anticipation in the air.
“It’s so fucking hot to see you do that. Rules are made to be broken when you look like that.” The twitch in his purple briefs over stimulated me.
He wore my favorite color and there was something more than average contained within. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but it was far more delicious to watch him tease me for my pleasure.
“It goes to prove that a man is capable of doing two things at the same time. It might be a little awkward, but it’s worth it.” I was feeding on his words and the way that he was squeezing the formation of his warm form to get my undivided attention.
His finger was making this sloppy sound going in and out of me. It wasn’t enough, but it was going to have to do for the time being. I could always make it up to him by getting him into a compromising position. He had a tent in his backpack and I was looking forward to see how it was going to stand up to the both of us in the groove of our passion.
“I want to… I want to see it before it’s too late.” He pulled back on the opening and gave me something to sink my teeth into.
“Is this what you wanted to see? Take a good look and imagine what this will be like in your mouth. Think about the heated shaft sliding inside of you. I will know when you’re ready from the way that you look at me. Don’t hold back on my account.” He was doing it with his hands and with the fantasy of seeing him supporting 8-inches of desirable meat in his hands.
“I can stop this… I can… I’m not going to. I’ve never been… I’m going to need you to take the steering wheel for a moment.” I shuddered and began thrashing in my seat pushing the accelerator to the floor.
It was terrifying and exhilarating to be barreling down the highway completely out of it. I heard the girls awakening from their slumber and screaming for this ride to come to an end.
I don’t know how I managed, but I pressed onto the brake making us skid to the side of the road with pebbles flying behind us. I slumped against his hand still trapped between my thighs.
“What the hell was that about? Are you trying to kill…never mind… I think I understand and I wholeheartedly approve. My god…is that all you? It’s no wonder she wasn’t able to keep her eyes on the road. I would have driven into a tree. I would tell you to put it away, but I don’t want to.” Ginger was leering over his shoulder getting a better look at what should have been my secret.
We found a spot to call it a night not more than a few miles down the road. I was ready to roll up my sleeves, but Jesse insisted that he had everything under control.
The tent was set up and we didn’t have to do a thing. It wasn’t the first time he had set up the tent and it wasn’t going to be the last. We had compromised by finding a campsite for a nominal cost with electric outlets to give Ginger a taste of civilization.
I could easily envision the package hidden from view but not forgotten. Jesse had me trying to cool down after he had stoked the fire into a blazing inferno between my legs. I wasn’t the only one affected by his presence. He had swept the other girls into the wake of his piercing blue eyes. He had a body that was waiting to be uncovered.
“I can feel your eyes burning a hole into me from behind. I’m not complaining. What man in their right mind would say anything disparaging about three women looking at him like he is a feast? You can look, but that’s as far as it goes. I’ve been spoken for.” I wasn’t sure how many men would have given up the chance to share the wealth.