Page 43 of Journey to Love

Both Anya and me laugh and I raise up my hands “yes maam!”

“Eww! Don’t call me maam! I am only in my 20s!” Lana snides.

Anya and I bursts out laughing, “Duly noted, I’ll try to keep my hands to myself” I tease.

Anya has a playful shocked look on her face, “Fuck that!” she playfully says and pulls my arm toward her. Which lead to my hand resting on her mid-thigh. I give her a squeeze and I can see her getting riled up again.

I take it as a challenge, a dare to push further. With a slow and deliberate movement, my hand snakes up her thigh, feeling the heat radiating off of her skin. She bites down on her lip, desperately trying to stifle any sound that might reveal our illicit actions. My hand continues its journey upwards, ghosting over the fabric of her shorts before slipping underneath, tracing the damp outline of her underwear. A smirk plays across my lips as I feel just how wet she is for me. Her smile in response is both eager and nervous, her cheeks flushed with arousal and anticipation. Without hesitation, I dip my fingers into her folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as I begin to expertly rub and tease her sensitive flesh.

Surely my actions could never be misinterpreted now. Lana glances up and just shakes her head and smirks, then turns up the music in the car louder. Anya's body arches with every touch, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. The anticipation of discovery hangs heavy in the air, making every touch feel more taboo and exciting.

I focus on her pleasured moans and her hips bucking against my hand, not wanting to let up anytime soon. I could feel her arousal building, her body reacting to my every touch. It was an intoxicating sensation, making me want more. I drag my fingers across her entrance, teasing her before dipping just one finger inside. Anya whimpers softly, her grip on my hand tightening as I slowly slide my finger in and out, the wetness of her desire echoing around us.

Despite the risk, Anya's desires were becoming too strong to ignore. She gripped my hand tighter, guiding it towards her aching core. I didn't hesitate, slipping a second finger inside her, stretching her open. Her breath hitched, her body trembling from the sensation.

As Lana continued to drive and enjoy the music trying to ignore what we were doing, Anya's climax built higher and higher. She was on the edge, ready to fall into a blissful oblivion. I knew I had to push her over. I increased the pace, curling my fingers inside her, and rubbing against her sensitive spot.

Anya's body shook uncontrollably, her stifled moans filling the space between us, she covered her mouth and silently screamed out her release. My hand was slick with her fluids, evidence of our shared passion. I kept rubbing her until the last shudder faded away, then slowly pulled my fingers out from inside her. With her chest heaving and her face flushed, Lana finally turned around to see the aftermath of our little encounter. Her eyes widened in shock, but her smile never left her face.

"Well, I guess the car is officially christened," she said, her tone more mischievous than ever before. "You two must have been doing something in the back there. Mind telling me what?"

Anya and I exchange a knowing glance and just shrug, a playful smirk dancing on our lips. Then, with a wide grin, Anya chimes in, "Just a little third base action," teasingly nudging me with her elbow.

Lana laughs at Anya's comment. "Okay, I can accept that," she says, her tone light-hearted. "But if anyone is gonna go to fourth base in this car, it's gonna be me," she adds with a playful snide. We all share a laugh at Lana's quip.

As Lana pulls into a driveway, a young man steps into the car and shares a passionate kiss with her. Anya and I exchange a glance, sharing a smile at the sight.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Anya

I clear my throat, breaking Lana and Caleb's moment, and Lana shoots us a wide smile along with a playful look. "Oops, sorry," she says, but her mischievous grin suggests otherwise. "Let's be honest, if I had to pretend that I didn't know exactly what you two were doing back there, you can endure my short make-out session with Caleb here." Caleb gives us an awkward smile and a wave. "Hey, I'm Caleb," he introduces himself.

Jacob and I wave back awkwardly, returning his greeting with a polite "Hey." Lana and Caleb then resume their affectionate display, prompting me to speak up. "Lana, I'm hungry!" I say loudly, hoping to get her attention. But she simply waves us off, engrossed in her own world of romance.

"If I don't get some lunch soon, it's not gonna be pretty!" I shout again, still ignored by Lana and Caleb. Then Jacob interjects with a humorous remark, "Okay Lana, I'm just gonna take out Anya to lunch, because unlike you, I would rather not spend my only day here with a girlfriend who is mad at me because someone else made her mad."

"Hey!" I playfully protest, giving Jacob a playful smack on his arm. Despite the teasing, I know he has a point. I do tend to get a bit testy when I'm hungry, and I don't discriminate about who bears the brunt of it. I feel bad afterward, of course, but in the moment, well, let's just say I can be a bit of a handful.

Jacob takes my hand and guides us out of the car. Luckily, Caleb's place is near the boardwalk, so we decide to head there. The sun beats down on us, and the boardwalk is bustling with people, unsurprising for July 4th, especially with the promise of fireworks later in the evening. As we walk, I can't help but wonder where we'll catch the fireworks show, considering the crowded beach.

"Where do you want to eat?" Jacob asks as we step onto the boardwalk.

"Honestly, I'm not picky as long as it's greasy and hot!" I reply with a laugh.

"Alright, pizza it is," Jacob decides.

My stomach chimes in agreement, growling at the mere mention of pizza. New Jersey pizza has always been a favorite of mine, second only to New York's, and the thought of sinking my teeth into a slice ignites my appetite.

Following Jacob, we navigate through the sea of people, squeezing our way toward the nearest pizza joint on the boardwalk. It's a struggle to make progress amidst the throngs of holiday-goers, but the promise of cheesy goodness keeps us motivated. Today might not be the ideal time for a boardwalk lunch, especially during peak hours, but we're determined to satisfy our hunger regardless.

Suddenly, Jacob's voice cuts through the chatter with a blend of politeness and firmness, "Excuse me, pardon me!" His words ring out loudly enough to catch everyone's attention, and as if under a spell, the crowded pizza shop parts like the Red Sea. I can't help but feel a rush of warmth at the way he effortlessly commands attention, almost like a gentle force of nature.

Jacob places a reassuring hand on my back and guides me through the now-open pathway toward the counter. "You didn't have to do that, we would've made it to the front eventually," I remark, genuinely impressed by his assertiveness.

"Babe, you're hungry, and I just wanted you to get food as quickly as possible," he responds casually, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Despite his nonchalant attitude, I can't shake the feeling of awe. How does a man like him find himself involved with someone like me? But for now, all I can focus on is the rumbling in my stomach, pushing aside any doubts or insecurities.

We step outside, our arms laden with steaming slices of pizza, scanning the bustling boardwalk for an empty bench. With all the tables inside occupied, we settle for a spot with a view of the beach.

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