Big Book of Smut (17 page)

“So,” I said, “where do you call home in Portland?”

“Tigard,” she replied, “Do you know where that is?”

“Sure, I’ll be driving right by there on the way home.”

“Where do you live?”

“Oak Hills.”

“That’s not too far away from me.”

“Yep, we’re practically neighbors.” I grinned.

“You have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“Not since high school.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged. “Guess I just haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Are you looking?”

I smiled at her. “What are you asking?”

“I’m just curious.”

“Yes, I’ve been with girls. And don’t ask how many.”

She laughed. “I wasn’t going to.” She turned towards me and leaned back against the door, stretching her legs out in my direction, resting her socked feet on the center console. She kept her thighs together, and despite my quick glance down, I couldn’t see between them. But her legs looked very nice.

Looking back up at her face, I said, “Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

“That’s the answer to your next question – how long has it been since the last time?”

She smiled, and a slight blush came to her cheeks. “Yeah, I was going to ask that one.”

I laughed. “How about you? Boyfriend?”

“No, we broke up last fall.”

“Can I ask why?”

“He cheated on me.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, came home early one day and found him in bed with a friend of mine. They didn’t hear me come in, and were still going at it.”

“Ouch.”

“When they finally noticed me, he tried to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like.”

I gave a short laugh, then said, “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at your misery.”

“It’s ok. He deserves to be laughed at.”

There was a moment of silence, then she said, “So, aren’t you going to ask me?”

“You mean ask you how long it’s been since the last time?”

“Yeah.”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t have to. I have a skill.”

“A skill, what do you mean?”

“I can tell just by looking at a girl, how long it’s been.”

She grinned. “Bullshit.”

“It’s true.”

“No way.”

“I’m telling you, I can.”

“Ok, go ahead, do me.”

I grinned at her choice of words, and she blushed again. “I mean,” she said, “guess how long it’s been for me.”

“Ok, but there’s one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I have to touch you.”

She laughed. “I knew it. You’re just scamming me for a free feel.”

“No, I’m not. It’s part of the process, I swear.”

“Where do you have to touch me?”

“Anywhere.”

“Like on my leg?”

“That’s fine.”

“Ok, you can touch me on my leg. Want to make it interesting?”

“How so?”

“A bet.”

“No thanks.”

“Why not?” She gave me a slight smile. “There’s nothing you want from me?”

I smiled back. “Nothing I want to win in a bet.”

She nodded as if she understood. “Ok. Go ahead.”

I looked closely at her, studying her face. Having to divide my attention between her and the road, it was tougher than usual. It was the eyes that usually gave them away.

“I thought you had to touch me?”

“Patience, I’ll get there.” I mentally added two weeks to my calculations, since she asked.

Her eyes met mine, and we stared at each other. I glanced quickly at the road, then back. Lifting my hand, I moved it over her shin, watching her eyes the whole time. She was looking forward to my touch. I had my final number in mind, but I wanted to feel her anyway.

I lowered my hand and slid it softly around her leg, caressing the muscle of her calf. I watched her eyes as I felt the slight shiver go through her. Keeping my hand on her for another long moment, I then removed it and placed it on the steering wheel.

“Seven weeks,” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on her.

Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened in shock.

After a moment, she said, “How did you do that?”

I grinned. “Am I right?”

“Yes. But how?”

“Like I said, it’s a skill.”

“That’s so freaky.”

I laughed. “But pretty useless.”

“You impressed me.”

“Do you think you might want to go out with me sometime?”

She gave me a soft smile. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

“Cool. Make sure you give me your number before we say goodbye today.”

“I will.” She stretched her legs out, resting her feet on my thigh. I removed one hand from the wheel and placed it just above her ankle. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her legs relaxed and I caught a brief glimpse of white panties.

We rode in silence for a while longer, and at one point she shifted, sliding her feet up my thigh and closer to my crotch. I wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose, but my cock began to stiffen.

I figured if she was taking liberties, I could too. I let my hand wander up to her knee. She didn’t react, so I left it there.

A road sign went by. “Rest stop in one mile,” I said. “Do you want to stop and take a break for a few minutes.”

“Sure, sounds good.” She stretched, as if working out some kinks, and her foot pressed against my half-hard cock. I got another quick glimpse of white nylon. When she relaxed, she moved her foot away and sat up straight, slipping back into her shoes. Once again, it seemed like she had done it intentionally, but I couldn’t be sure.

I took the exit ramp to the rest area, and pulled into a parking spot close to the door. The place was fairly deserted, with only two other cars in the lot. We used the restrooms, and I was staring at the Coke machine, deciding what I wanted, when she came out.

“Something to drink?” I asked.

“A Diet Coke would be nice.”

I put the money in and pressed the button, then handed her the bottle. I got mine and we walked outside. The two other cars were gone. She led us over to a picnic area, and we picked a table in the back, tucked in a corner near the woods. We sat across from each other and sipped our drinks.

“It’s nice here,” she said.

“Yeah. I’m glad it’s not crowded.”

“So, what else can you tell about me just by looking?”

I smiled. “That’s it.”

“Maybe I should give it a try.”

“I already told you how long it’s been for me.”

“No, I don’t mean that.”

“So, what are you trying to guess?”

She gave me a mischievous grin. “I’ll try to guess when the next time you’ll have sex will be.”

I smiled. “Sounds interesting.”

“Want me to try?”

“Sure. Do you have to touch me?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. Go for it.”

She placed her hands on the wooden table, and stared into my eyes. I met her gaze, imagining what it would be like to look down upon that pretty face while I was between her legs. My cock began to stiffen again.

After a long moment, I asked, “Aren’t you going to touch me?”

“Yeah.”

“When?” I barely got the question out when I felt it. She had taken off her shoe and was sliding her foot up my thigh. It continued until it was pressed against my now rapidly swelling dick.

I gasped softly, causing her to smile.

My cock grew to full hardness, and her sock-clad foot moved in small circles as it pressed against me.

I took a deep breath, and our eyes held each other.

“So, what’s your guess?” I said, “Two weeks? Five days?”

Her smile widened. “I’m thinking more like minutes.”

“
I guess we’re thinking the same way.” I reached down and pressed her foot harder against me, then ran my hand up her leg as far as I could, which was about to her knee.

We stared at each other, our eyes showing our desire. Finally, I leaned back and said, “How about coming over here?”

She stood and walked over, and I turned to sit sideways on the bench. She slid into my lap and slipped her arms around my shoulders. My hands went to her waist, and our lips were just about at the same level. I leaned in and kissed her softly, feeling her warm, soft breasts pressing against my chest.

Her hip felt warm as it rested against my rigid dick, and our lips parted to allow our tongues to meet. Our kiss intensified and I slid my hand up against the side of her full breast, cupping her gently.

She moaned softly into my mouth, which encouraged me to move my hand to the front, feeling her hard nipple rise up to meet my palm. Her hands caressed the back of my neck as we continued to kiss, our tongues becoming more fervent.

I gently pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, causing another groan to escape her lips. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I softly sucked on it.

One of her hands left my shoulders, and moved down over my chest. Going lower, she slid it between her hip and my crotch, gripping my hard cock through my pants.

It was my turn to groan as I felt the pleasure of her touch shoot through me. Her hand moved up and found my cock head, rubbing it through the material of my jeans.

In reaction to her touch, I squeezed her nipple harder, and we both moaned against each other’s lips.

My hand dropped to her knee, and curled around to feel the soft skin of her inner thigh. I began moving it slowly up between her legs, and she spread them, welcoming my touch. Finally, I reached her panty covered mound, and pressed my fingers against it, feeling the warmth of her pussy under the smooth nylon material.

“Ohhh,” she sighed, lifting her hips to press against my touch.

I felt the contours of her lips and pressed the satiny material between them, feeling the slickness that was already beginning to coat her intimate skin.

Her fingers moved to the button of my jeans, and deftly undid it. Gripping the tab of my zipper, she eased it down, allowing my cock to push out the material of my boxers between the gap. Her hand gripped me again, this time through the thin cotton cloth. She squeezed and moved her hand up and down, slowly stroking my hardness.

My fingers slid to the side and found the elastic edge of her panties. Curling under it, I pulled the material to the side, feeling her soft pubic hair brush against the back of my hand.

I held her mound against my palm, my middle finger resting along the cleft of her pussy. I could feel the wetness seeping from her, coating my finger, and I pressed gently into her.

Her hand gripped me harder, as my finger slid into her tight pussy. She was incredibly hot inside, and her inner walls seemed to grasp my finger, trying to pull it deeper.

Her fingers moved to the waistband of my boxers, and tugged them down, exposing the top half of my dick. She resumed stroking, and I now felt her warm skin on mine, adding to the pleasure.

We were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the lot. She quickly slid off my lap and sat beside me, and we watched a middle-aged couple exit the car and walk into the building.

I reached over and put my hand between her legs, sliding it up to return to her pussy. Her panties were still pushed to the side, and I slid my finger back into her.

Her hand returned to my cock, and we sat that way, touching each other, as we waited for the couple to leave.

I dragged my finger up between her slick folds, and found the nub of her clit, rubbing soft circles over it.

“Ahh,” she breathed, “That feels good, Jamie.”

I turned to her and watched the pleasure on her face, knowing she was seeing the same expression on mine.

We heard the sound of two car doors slamming, and turned to watch the car pull out and drive away. Alone again.

She turned to face me and reached down, pushing my pants lower. I raised my hips and helped her, and soon my cock sprang completely free. She wasted no time, and leaned down into my lap.

I leaned back to give her room, and she took the base of my cock in one hand and aimed it towards her mouth. I watched her lips slide over the knob, while feeling the incredible sensation of her mouth on me. Her lips ovalled around my shaft, working slowly downward, taking me deeper into her mouth.

I could feel her tongue flicking against the underside of my cock as she took me as deep as I could go, and then slowly slid back off. My cock shaft glistened lightly as her lips slurped around the bulbous head, sending jolts of pleasure down through my balls and up my spine.

She took me deep again, and then back off, beginning to bob her head slowly between my legs. Her face was a study of beautiful concentration as she sucked my cock, her eyes half-lidded with desire.