Page 52 of Dyana
“I was petrified. How could I not be? You came back from summer vacation freshman year a stone-cold fox. I knew the moment I saw you that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. Well,” he chuckled, “as much as a fourteen-year-old hormonal boy who popped a boner every time there was a slight breeze could predict his future. I guess, even if I didn’t wholly understand my feelings and what they meant, I grew to.”
“I knew from that first date that there wasn’t any part of me that didn’t want to be with you every waking minute,” I replied. I had been mad about Jack, but not just because I loved him romantically. Jack was in many ways my best friend. I couldn’t imagine my world without him in it. “Everyone said we wouldn’t last. That it was puppy love, and as we grew up and became adults, we’d grow apart. I guess when I saw you kissing that cheerleader, I believed them. Looks like in the end, they were wrong.”
“They were always wrong. Just because it happens to some people doesn’t mean it happens to everyone,” Jack replied. “We’re the lucky ones. We found each other again.”
“We’re the lucky ones because we’re still alive,” I joked, gaining a chuckle out of him.
“You know,” Jack said as we finished eating, and he began putting the leftover food away, “I can’t help but think of another first we had.”
I smiled knowingly. “That first wouldn’t have happened right here, would it?”
“Now that you mention it, I believe it did,” he replied as he moved the table onto the gazebo bench and crawled over to me. I moved to my back as he hovered over me. Love shone from his eyes as he stared down at me. “You’re just as sexy now as you were then, maybe even more.” Jack leaned down and caught my lips in a sweet, slow kiss. We had all day, provided the zombies stayed away, so there wasn’t any rush. Much unlike our first time together all those years ago.
“That was the first time I had snuck out of my house,” I mused when the kiss ended. “I hadn’t planned to sleep with you, but I knew it was a possibility. I certainly hadn’t considered that our first time would be in public, but the moment was so perfect.”
Jack snickered. “I had to chase a raccoon out of here before you got here. I was so worried it would come back and ruin everything.”
“See, and I was worried that a cop would come along and catch us, and by morning, the entire town would know we had been caught having sex in the gazebo,” I laughed. “I hadn’t even considered the risk of wild animal encounters.”
“There’s nobody around to catch us now,” Jack murmured as he pressed himself against me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep his stiffening dick pressed against my core and pulled his lips back to mine. This kiss was much more desperate than the last as our tongues tangled together, stoking the fires of desire within each other. We were well on our way to building up quite the needy frenzy when crows sounded an alarm a short distance away and pulled me out of the moment.
“What is it?” I asked as I struggled to sit up and look over the gazebo railing.
“It’s just some birds,” Jack assured me, as he pushed my shirt up and captured a nipple between his teeth. A couple of weeks ago, my last bra gave up its noble fight to contain my breasts. I told the guys to keep an eye out for another in my size whenever they went to town, and either they haven’t found any or they haven’t looked because they prefer me braless. In the end, one positive of the apocalypse is that it freed the boobies from their cotton, lace, and heaven forbid, polyester prisons. Bras weren’t exactly one size fits all, so unless you stumbled upon one in your size you were shit out of luck.
“They must have seen something to cause them to crow,” I argued, still attempting to look for the issue. I didn’t want to tell him that I still felt uneasy being in town. Still felt like I was being watched. I didn’t want to ruin the mood completely.
Jack pinned my arms above my head with one hand and slipped the other into my pants to rub my clit. “Dyana, I promise, if there is anything out there, we’ll hear it long before it reaches us.”
I let out a breathy moan as his mouth returned to my breasts. Between his hand and his mouth, it didn’t take long to get my head back in the game. He was right, I was just being paranoid. We were perfectly safe.
One thing that was still nagging me, though, was that I was the only woman Jack had ever had sex with. I knew it shouldn’t bother me, and I understood that it didn’t bother Jack, but I still felt compelled to try to make it up to him. I pulled his head away from my breasts and kissed him again. While he was preoccupied with the kiss, I rolled us so that I was on top. “Stay,” I ordered when he pulled away from the kiss.
I stood and quickly pulled my clothes off and then helped Jack with his. Once we were both naked, I knelt between his legs, determined to give him the best blow job of his life before fucking his brains out. I hadn’t missed the fact that when wewere discussing it, he didn’t say he hadn’t fooled around with anyone, but that he hadn’t slept with them. It was stupid to feel competitive about it considering they were all likely dead, but dammit, those coeds had nothing on my head game.
Soon, I had Jack panting and groaning beneath me. “Doll... fuck! I’m close. I’m going to come. You have to stop or I’ll come.” His pleas filled me with confidence and spurred me on. I was determined to make him come in my mouth. I wanted it. Craved it. So I couldn’t help but pout when he suddenly ripped me off of him by my hair with a broken roar and ruined my fun.
Jack leveled me with a crazed look. “You have five seconds to jump on my cock or I’m going to take charge again.”
I scrambled over him. He may have robbed me of his cum, but I wasn’t about to let him take away all of my fun. I impaled myself on his dick without any preamble and started riding him hard, determined to work him back to the edge.
“Holy shit, Dyana. What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” Jack asked as he grabbed my hips to slow me down.
I didn’t know, I just knew I needed his cum. I needed to make him come harder than I ever had before.
However, Jack knew me better than I knew myself. He made a sound in his throat as he suddenly sat up. I wasn’t sure if the sound was one of anger or frustration, and as he locked his arms around me to stop my movement, I looked into his eyes and saw... hurt?
“This is not a fucking competition, Dyana. You have nothing to prove, so stop fucking me like you do or we’ll stop this right now and go home.”
Was that what I was doing? I hadn’t meant to. It hadn’t started as needing to prove myself. I just wanted to make it good for him. I stared into his eyes, and my confusion must have been evident because his eyes softened, and he sighed sadly.
“You’re ok, Doll. It’s going to be ok.”
Emotions bigger than I was capable of handling exploded in my chest at his words and suddenly I was in his lap with his cock still buried deep inside of me, sobbing. By sobbing, I mean the ugliest of ugly crying possible. It was embarrassing and if I had any control over it I would have cut that shit out and immediately hidden under a rock for the foreseeable future. Unfortunately, my feelings were in charge, and I was a hostage, doomed to leak from every orifice in my head. Well, except my ears. You can’t cry or snot from your ears, but if you could, I would have been.
I was so fucking broken.
