Page 9 of Rowdy and Willing

“Did you pick up the supplies from my father’s shop?” she asks, avoiding looking at me.

“Yes. Everything we need is in the garage.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

“I think we need to take care of some distractions first, Windy.”

Her eyes meet mine at last, filled with concern. “And what distractions might those be?”

“Our desires.”

I go for it. I do the thing I’ve wanted to do ever since I first met her all those years ago.

I kiss her.

A simple peck at first, but it turns into so much more without much prodding. She leans into me, kissing me back. The embrace becomes more intense, messier, my arms wrapping around her and hers wrapping around me.

Fuck, it’s so intense. But it’s also everything I ever wanted. Her desires for me are confirmed, but then she pulls away.

“We can’t do this,” she says, shaking her head. “We’re best friends. You’re supposed to be like a brother to me.”

“But I’m not your brother, Windy. There’s no reason we shouldn’t do this if this is what we want.”

“You don’t know what’s going to happen to our friendship if we go through with this.”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen to our friendship if we don’t. It’s been intense since I’ve seen you again, and not always in a good way. We need to let off some steam. We need to take a chance that this is either going to work, or we can be adults and walk away without hard feelings if it doesn’t.”

“All that’s easier said than done.”

“Do you want to keep torturing ourselves with visions of what we could be? What our hearts want? I need you, Windy. I’ve always wanted you. I don’t know if I can resist anymore.”

“Williams...”

I drive my point home with another kiss, sweeping her off her feet and taking her over to the sofa.

My hands go down her body, hiking her t-shirt up, touching that wonderful skin that’s eluded me all this time. She’s still so uncertain, but she can’t deny that this is what she wants too. I feel the gooseflesh form under my fingertips as I pull her shirt up and go up to those voluptuous breasts, restrained by a sports bra. Windy’s always practical. It’s something I love about her. What you see is simply Windy being Windy, never exaggerating or denying anything about herself.

She raises her arms so that I can pull her shirt off her. I do, and then my touch goes low. I want to please her. I want to catch up on ten years of what should have been. I unbutton her jeans, pulling them down those long legs of hers. I’d seen her in enough outfits to know how sexy she can look when she wants to, but she always tends to be practical. Lots of pockets and thick denim to protect herself from oil and other car fluids. Even as I unlace and pull off her shoes for her, I’m met with function over form. The girl wears boots that add a good two inches to her height.

Her bra and panties are all that remain, mismatched floral and plaid prints, and she’s more beautiful than ever. It is the sexiest I’d ever seen her. She doesn’t need to try to be hot for me. She just is.

She looks up at me, embarrassed but smiling. “You got me nearly naked in front of you now, Williams. What do you want to do to me?”

“I think I want a taste of you, Windy. I’ve always wanted to taste you.”

She raises an eyebrow as I lean in, running my fingers over her sex and seeing her shudder from even slight contact. I go for it and kiss her right on the clit, teasing her through the fabric, seeing her shudder suddenly from my touch. I raise an eyebrow, seeing how awkward she is about this even though she exudes confidence everywhere else.

I tease her a bit more as I pull her panties down her legs, exposing her before me. The folds of her pussy are quite the beautiful sight and I have to appreciate what I’m looking at, even if for just a moment. She’s dripping wet for me, as if I had any doubts about how much she wants this. I can’t help but run a finger over her, taking my finger back and licking it. I shoot her a smile. “Exquisite,” I say.

Her laugh only emboldens me as I go for a taste straight from the source. I bury my face in her sex, kissing her on the clit before suckling on it tenderly. She seizes up wonderfully, grabbing hold of the leather sofa, and I continue with my licks and sucks. My fingers slide around her folds, watching her to see what she likes most of all. She seems to like all of it, so I press on.

Heavier licks, heavier sucks, slurping up her juices almost as fast as her sex can produce them. She caresses my head, encouraging me with that and her passionate moans. Hearing her voice like this has been something I’ve dreamed of, but her briefly pulling at my hair and hitting me with that slightest bit of pain lets me know that this is reality, and it can’t get much better than this.

Actually, it can. And it’s coming. But just being able to eat her out and hear her moan for me is pretty damn close to perfection.

Her orgasm builds quickly. It doesn’t take long for her inexperienced self to be shuddering, crying out, and moaning for me. Her legs cross around my head, pure instinct taking over for her. Her entire body shudders with bliss, and my cock throbs with delight, enjoying her pleasure, almost as much as she is.

I let her come down from the highest of highs, sliding onto the sofa next to her, holding her close, kissing her. When I sense she’s regaining some of her composure, I hit her with a question. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”

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