For Authentication Purposes (11 page)

“Yeah? What’s it called?” My interest was piqued.

He grinned. “World’s Best Burgers.”

Wardo

“It’s so big. There’s no way this is going to fit in my mouth.”

“You’re making this way too easy. I think there’s a ‘That’s What She Said’ in here somewhere.”

“I’m serious, Wardo. I might choke.”

“Then go slow? I’m not sure what you want me to say to you.”

Dawn was staring at the burger in front of her like she was terrified. “It looks so good.”

“Then put it in your mouth.”

The family next to us had been throwing dirty looks our way, and after that last sentence, they got up and left their trash behind. I didn’t give two shits because watching this girl try to fit something huge in her mouth was too good to pass up.
 

“I might have to unhinge my jaw.”

I planted my elbow on the table and tried to look as serious as possible. “That could come in handy the next time we’re together.”

She put the food down and looked at me with those big green eyes. “About that. When is the next time we get to . . .”

My eyebrows rose. “Whenever you want?” I have no idea why it came out as a question.

“Does tomorrow work for you?”

It did.
 

It worked for me a lot.

“I have to close the store tomorrow night, but I’ll be the only one there after ten. You could come by the store.”

“Are you going to do dirty things to me in the erotica section?”

It was an idea I had not entertained, but since she’d mentioned it . . .

“We’ll see. And do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Wear a skirt.”

“I can do that. But what about tonight?” The way she asked was shy, but I could tell her confidence was growing. Before this had all started she never would have been vocal about what she wanted. The hand job in the lab had been good, and most of the time I may have needed a while to recover, but there was never a time I couldn’t get hard for Dawn. I didn’t need that much down time when it came to her. I could go again.
 

I thought about what I wanted, and the truth was sitting on my tongue in a way that made me feel unsure. It had been a while.

“How about you come out to my car. We’ll take a drive. Find a spot.”

Her eyes were so hopeful and filled with excitement. “Yeah? What would we do?”

I shrugged and pushed my plate to the side. “I figure you never had the opportunity to make out with anyone in high school, am I right?”

The way her eyes lowered to the table and her cheeks flushed light pink was the answer I needed.
 

“So maybe someday you’ll write a book about, I don’t know, two teenagers who fall in love and go make out in a car. I figure maybe you need that kind of experience, too. How it feels to be right there and have to stop.” I reached across the table and ran my index finger along the soft skin of her wrist. “Let me feel you up a little like a sophomore who just got his license.”

I loved it when she laughed because it wasn’t anything fake. Her entire body shook when she giggled, and when it was really funny there was no sound. Right now she was probably calling all the dogs in the alley.

“Yeah, okay. We can do that.” She smoothed out her hair when she’d collected herself, and I realized that I hadn’t noticed it before, but she didn’t wear ponytails anymore. It made me want to tug on the ends, and fist it at the back of her neck.

We drove to a spot that I remembered from high school, and it was deserted, just the two of us in a car that had seen better days. But in the backseat she was warm and soft, nothing but body heat and want. I kissed her for so long, but not like the first time when I was mad and wanted to prove something. It was closer to the first time with her in my lap on top of her bed. This was slow, gentle, and lingering.

She shifted to lie on her back, and I hovered above her to look down at her flushed chest and kiss-puffed lips, kind of grateful for all the shit I’d been through. I felt her up over her clothes and listened to her breathe heavy and deep, fogging up the windows while I rested my hips between her thighs.
 

I pulled her shirt off, and she shimmied out of her pants, but I wouldn’t take off any more than that. No matter how much she begged me to. I squeezed her breasts over the white lace of her bra. My teeth pulled at her nipples beneath the fabric. I crept down her body until my mouth was kissing over the matching panties that exposed just how turned on she was. When I licked between her thighs, I could feel the dampness and taste her through the material. She had her legs over my shoulders, and she was moaning, pulling my hair. She was whining for me to touch her, take them off and use my fingers. Every inch of me wanted to comply, but she needed to feel what it was like to want.
 

It did not go unnoticed that the bra and underwear set was much more erotic than the cotton things she wore the first time I’d seen them in her apartment.

I skimmed her calves, licked her thighs, breathed warm air over her trembling stomach. I kissed her until she was shivering. But I didn’t give in.

Just kisses and hands over clothes.

Maybe I was trying out my own fantasy of what once could have been.

People needed to stop coming into the store five minutes before we closed.
 

“Do you have a form to preorder . . .”

“No. We don’t.” I slammed the cash register closed and handed the mousy looking woman in front of me her fifteen cents in change. “Have a bookish day,” I droned and watched her walk out the doors. The barista was wiping down the counter. She had been avoiding eye contact since she’d quit talking to me the day I brought Dawn in. Her hatred was almost palpable, so I stopped asking for whipped cream, just in case.

Twenty minutes later, I was done restocking the shelves, adjusting the displays, and cleaning up the children’s section where the company thought it was a good idea to set up a bunch of blocks and wooden trains. Such a pain in my ass.

It wasn’t until I turned out the lights that I saw Dawn standing nervously at the entrance. She stepped back, giving a shy smile when I opened the door and ushered her in.
 

“It’s so dark.”

“If I keep the lights on people will knock and it will be the awkward ‘we’re not open’ versus the ‘let me in for five minutes, I know what I’m here for.’ Spoiler alert: they never know what they’re here for.”

The grin she gave me lit up her entire face, and I felt myself smiling in return even though I’d had a pretty shitty day.
 

“What do you want to do?” She peered into the darkness like she was expecting something. But I hadn’t planned a thing. I just wanted to have her there.

Slipping the lanyard from my neck, I shrugged. “It’s up to you. Did you have anything in mind?”

With timid steps, she moved into the darkened store, fingers trailing over books as she passed. I decided to let her lead and see where she took it. She had to explore her own sexual nature. I couldn’t always be the one pushing. Dawn stopped at the large kiosk in the back of the building, turned to look at me over her shoulder, and tugged on the short skirt she was wearing.

I watched as she got her bearings and straightened her shoulders before she turned all the way around and leaned back, thrusting her tits out and taking a confident stance. “I want you to do whatever you want to. How’s that?”

Had it been anyone else offering like that, I may have taken them up on it. But I wasn’t going to back down. We’d just started, and I promised myself it wouldn’t happen until she was one hundred percent ready.

“Okay. How about this?” I circled around her, pulling my lower lip between my thumb and forefinger, as I thought. “Get up on the counter.”

She did, pressing her knees together, waiting.

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes.”

“Not anymore, you’re not. Give them here.” I held out my hand and watched while she slid them off and handed them over. “Lie back and close your eyes.” I was behind her by that point, my lips near her ear. “I want you to show me that you can make yourself come all by yourself. No vibrator. Just you. And if you do then I’ll do it next time.”

Her eyes opened again and she frowned. “What? You wanted me to come here and get myself off in front of you again?”

“Hey. You didn’t actually do it the first time, you know. That thigh rubbing bullshit is not the same as watching you play with your pussy, Bunny. We both know it.”

“Fine.” She huffed and lay back, taking a deep breath and bunching her skirt up a little on her thighs.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just feel like it’s too quiet. Are there cameras? Can you play some music or maybe—”

I covered her mouth with my own and held her face in my hands, kissing her hard and deep, making her moan. Her lips were so soft, and everything else was, too. So I skimmed her nipple with my palm and trailed across her stomach until my hand was on her thigh. With gentle pressure, I pulled one knee away from the other and listened as she gasped a little.

“Go ahead,” I spoke against her lips. I felt her shoulder move a bit and then her hand brushed mine, resting where her thigh and pelvis met. I pulled back and frowned. “What?”

“It’s not, um . . .” Her eyes were squeezed shut and she puffed out her cheeks in embarrassment. “I’m not ready.”

“You’re not wet?”

“Not anymore! I was thinking you’d be the one doing this, and now I’ve got stage fright like when you have to pee in a public bathroom. Okay? I’ve got . . .”

Fap fright. She was afraid to get off in front of me, and that would not do.

I leaned into her again and exhaled by her ear, goose bumps erupting beneath my fingers in reaction. “What do you need, baby? Do you need me to tell you I want to be inside you so fucking bad that it keeps me up at night? I want to know what it’s like. How you feel. What sounds you make. I’m hard just thinking about how wet you’ll be when it finally happens.”

She moaned, and I felt her shift a bit, her hand creeping closer while I watched from my periphery. I kissed her neck, then her cheek. Sliding my nose against her lips, I placed a soft kiss there, too. My fingers played along her throat and lower, teased across the swell of her breast, and descended until my hand was covering hers. I led her fingers to hover above her clit, her hips and thighs shaking while she held her breath.
 

“You can’t be shy now.” I began to move her fingertips in slow circles, listening to her breathing grow shallow and feeling her wetness increase with each measured pass. “I wish these fingers were me, baby.” My finger pressed against hers, and we both slipped inside just the smallest fraction. She exhaled, and her knees lifted when her toes curled.

I left her to her own pleasure and took my time kneading her flesh, up her thighs, and under the skirt to squeeze and pull. She reacted in a fantastic way by beginning to circle faster. I pulled her shirt up above her breasts and jerked pink lace bra cups down until I had one hard nipple in my mouth that I teased until she grew restless beneath me.

“If two fingers makes you react like this, imagine what this will be like with me inside you.”

Her head was tipped back, and her unoccupied hand was gripping the front of my white T-shirt, fisting it until I could hear the seams begin to tear. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” There was a high-pitched sound for a second before her head left the counter and her knees lifted up toward the ceiling. When she went silent I watched with satisfaction as her orgasm seemed to slam into her, rendering her frozen for a few seconds. The moan that came out of her when she could breathe again was loud enough to echo off the wall behind us.

I was fighting against every basic need I had by not climbing up on that counter and fucking her brains out.

She rolled a little to the side, her knees closing and thighs clapping together with a smack. She clutched at her shirt and attempted to pull it down like she’d become modest all of a sudden. But then she laughed.
 

“Holy shit. That was the best one I’ve ever given myself. I really think I deserve a high five.” She blinked and turned over on her back. “I’m serious. Give me a high five.” I did and she closed her eyes, happy and satisfied, then stretched out all her limbs. When she looked at me again, her smile turned coy. “Your turn? Or do you want to show me something new?” Her hand pressed against my hard-on through my jeans, and I leaned into her, wanting it but trying to be strong.