Page 94 of Sunsets & Slow Dances

It was the same thing that had happened the first time we rode the Ferris wheel when we’d had our first kiss. I still remember how nervous I’d been, wondering if he was going to kiss me. I’d had such a huge crush on him for so many years. Since he was a year older than me and was one of the ‘popular kids,’ he never noticed me.

Believe it or not, before I started going out with Callum, I was painfully shy. I never wanted any attention directed at me. I think that stemmed from my mother getting so much attention with her bleached blonde hair, pinup curves, and less-than-discriminating taste in men. But once I was with Callum, it gave me an identity. Everyone in town knew Callum Knight and loved him. The town was big on sports, and he played basketball, baseball, and football. Besides his sporting achievements, thecommunity held his family in high regard. Nora, as a midwife, had delivered quite a few residents and cared for others at the hospital. Naturally, Chuck’s role as mayor elevated Callum to a prominent position.

From the moment Callum took an interest in me, I was no longer “Wendy Carson’s daughter, that poor thing,” or “the Carson girl with no daddy,” or the “the Carson girl whose mama didn’t want her,” which was something my mom let everyone know whenever she got drunk.

I was Callum Knight’s girlfriend. And yes, I know that as a proud, card-carrying feminist, tying my identity to a man is not healthy. But when that same identity was tied to a mother like Wendy Carson, I would take a dick and balls any day, especially when they’re attached to a man like Callum. And eventually, I grew into myself. By the time I left for college, I was a fully realized, fully independent, I-am-woman-hear-me-roar badass. Well, maybe not all of those things, but I no longer depended on Callum for my identity.

Callum stared at me, lifting his hand slowly and cupping my cheek. He gently drew me closer to him. Our lips touched, and just like the first time we kissed, fireworks exploded, figuratively, that is. There weren’t literal fireworks like the actual day of our first kiss, which happened to be on the Fourth of July.

I got to have the sort of first kiss that John Hughes would write about. It was straight out of an angsty teen dramedy romance, which pretty much encapsulated our relationship.

The kiss deepened as he slid his tongue against mine, and my head tilted to the side. His thumb grazed my cheek as his left hand cradled my face. I grabbed his shoulder, turning slightly, trying to get closer to him. As I did, I felt his right hand on my leg. It had taken so much self-control to keep my hands to myself tonight and not beg him to touch me. My sex throbbed in anticipation as I felt the graze of his fingertips slide up my innerthighs as he made his way to my core. My hand moved down his shoulder, and I grabbed onto his forearm; the muscles rippled beneath my palms.

When he reached the apex of my legs, his fingers began to gently rub against the cotton barrier of my underwear. The pressure he applied sent tingles spreading through my limbs. My hips began to roll into his touch as our kiss deepened. Waves of sensation washed over me as my sex pulsed with increasing pleasure. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge when his finger slid beneath the cotton covering my feminine folds. The moment his finger touched my swollen sex, a flash of need spiked in me.

Desperate for Callum to feel the same pleasure he was giving me, I clumsily unbuttoned his jeans and slid my hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. The tip of his middle finger rubbed along my sex from the base to the top as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gripped him tightly. I began to stroke up and down as he flicked my clit.

Callum groaned into my mouth, and I bit down on his lower lip. When my teeth sank into his flesh, his girth swelled into my palm. I tightened my fingers around him and continued to work his shaft. The angle was limited, but I was able to get short pumps. His finger began to flick faster, and without warning all of my feminine nerve endings exploded with bliss. My entire body trembled with pleasure as Callum continued kissing me, absorbing my needy whimpers of release.

After the crash of my orgasm subsided, I slumped against Callum, catching my breath, my hand still holding him tightly, his hand still nestled between my legs as his finger lazily traced my most sensitive spot, and all of the energy drained from my body.

“I’m glad the ride?—”

In the middle of me telling him that I was glad the ride didn’t restart, it jerked forward. I quickly pulled my hand out of Callum’s pants and wondered how he was going to hide just how excited he was because it was very noticeable. As I adjusted my underwear beneath the blanket, I turned to ask him what his plan was to disguise the evidence of what we’d been doing and saw him licking the fingers he’d just removed from between my legs, and I was suddenly at a loss for words.

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My entire bodywas strung so tight I wasn’t sure I could breathe, much less walk, as the ride jerked forward and then began to move again. I removed my hand from between Nadia’s legs as she removed her hand from inside my pants. Not able to resist tasting her, I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked her juices off. As the ride descended, my cock was straining, screaming with urgency. I adjusted myself so my full salute was pressed up against my body and secured with the waistband of my jeans after I zipped and buttoned up so it wouldn’t be visible to the general public.

By the time the ride came to a stop and it was our turn to disembark, the blanket was removed, and Nadia and I were both fully clothed with no evidence that there’d been any heavy petting, or not, happening beneath the cover of darkness and fleece.

Neither of us said a word as we exited the ride. I grabbed Nadia’s hand, and she held onto my forearm, giggling beside me as I practically dragged her through the crowds of people on the pier. From my periphery, I could see and hear people wavingand saying hi to us. Nadia greeted them, but I had tunnel vision. I was a man on a mission. I needed to get her alone.

I guided us down the stairs that led to the beach below. I didn’t have to tell Nadia where we were going. She knew.

The waves were crashing as we walked onto the sandy beach. We made it to the cabanas, where I’d worked as a teen, in less than two minutes. I reached up and grabbed the key from the ledge of the roof. I was relieved that it was still there. Some things never changed in this town. There had been countless nights that we’d hooked up in the cabana storage.

“Wait, aren’t we too old for this?” Nadia giggled as I unlocked the door. “This is breaking and entering.”

“Is it? I have the key.” I held up the key.

“What if there are security cameras now?” she asked as I pulled her inside.

“Do you honestly think Old Man Pike put in security cameras?”

She considered it for a second, then shook her head. “No.”

Jenson Pike was the cheapest man on the planet. Even if he’d installed dummy cameras, which after a quick look around I did not see, he definitely didn’t have them up and running. Once the door was shut and locked, the only sound that could be heard was that of our labored breaths.

Stacks of cushions surrounded us, cocooning our bodies in the space. There was really only room for us to stand. In the old days, there was more room in the storage shed, and I used to lay down several cushions and clean towels. Tonight it looked like this was going to be a standing-room-only situation, which was fine by me.

Nadia’s back was against the door as I stared down at her. The only light in the claustrophobic space came from a small skylight in the roof where the moon shone through, illuminating her eyes, lips, cheeks, and hair.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” I rasped as I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned down to kiss her.

She lifted her hand and pressed it to my chest, stopping me as she inhaled a shaky breath. “I need to tell you something.”

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