Page 34 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“You sure?” I asked her. I let the truck idle at one of our only two stop signs in town, and reached my hand across the back of the bench seat. I didn’t touch her skin, but my fingers played in her ponytail until I had it wrapped around my fist. I pulled and she gasped.
“I’m sure,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
Electricity sizzled between us, connecting us like a lightning strike. I watched it in her face, and now my dick was fully hard.
“Then take off your panties and give them to me.”
“What? Here?” She asked, pointing at Duke’s gas station and the public library on the corner.
I let go of her hair and shook my head. “This ain’t gonna work if you don’t understand one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m the boss.”
She sputtered out a laugh and I pulled away from the stop sign. “You want me to drop you off at the McGraw’s, or at your mama’s place?”
“No!” She said, her hand reaching out to circle my wrist. I was caught by the sight of her pale skin against my tan skin. Her pretty delicate watch. She was a fine thing. Fancy. A million miles out of my league, and I suddenly wanted her with a heat I hadn’t felt…ever. “Okay. You’re the boss,” she said.
“Then do what I asked.”
She took a deep, shaky breath and looked around like the entire town was outside trying to see in my old windows. I liked that she was nervous. I liked that she was doing this anyway. She lifted her sweet ass and pulled her panties down from under that fine, white linen dress she wore. She bent at the waist, getting them past her shoes.
Her panties were skin-colored and tiny, and she sat up with them balled up in her fist.
“Give them to me,” I said.
“Here,” she held her fist out to me.
“Put them there,” I said, patting my thigh.
“You want…”
I clenched my jaw like I didn’t like the way she was asking me questions, and she shut her mouth so fast her teeth clicked. Oh. She was going to be so good at this.
She put her panties on my thigh, they weighed nothing, and still I felt them through my jeans. A burning hot weight as she spread them out a little and I could see how they fit on her body. Her tiny waist. The bit that disappeared in her ass so she wouldn’t have panty lines.
“Good girl,” I said, and across from me she practically shuddered.
So yeah, I drove her away from town, up to Hangman’s Hollow.
Hangman’s Hollow was where the high school kids came to drink and party every Friday and Saturday night. But on a Monday afternoon, we would be the only ones there.
Taking her home wasn’t an option. Even if my dad wasn’t there, Sunshine wasn’t looking for a good fuck on a soft bed.
She wanted something a little more dangerous.
I took a gravel road and parked under a Pinon tree. Outside, the crickets buzzed and the songbirds were doing their thing. Inside the truck, it was quiet. Still. It was like sitting next to a fox. Aware, but skittish.
This wasn’t a thing I did. This…control thing. I was making this up as I went, based on every signal she was sending me.
Lucky for her, I was the observant type.
“Show me,” I said, my voice low so she didn’t startle.
“Show you…what?”
I looked at her. Just looked at her, and she slowly lifted the skirt of that dress, the white linen sliding up her legs, over her knees. Her pretty freckled thighs.
