I’ve sat and listened to him while simultaneously having an inner debate with myself. Maybe tonight’s the night I take a leap, a giant first step, and let loose, go a little crazy, and behave like an adult. I know I don’t act my age because I’ve had all that taken away from me. I act older, but at the same time, I try to hide how naïve I am. I want to find out what Edge wants, see where it leads. I can see in his steel grey eyes this man is attracted to me. He probably thinks I’m about twenty-five years old. Edge may be just what I need.
No strings. No promises. No boundaries.
I’ve paced myself and only have two beers, something I’m not used to doing in the first place. I tried to hide my disgust over the taste when it first hit my lips. I’m not a drinker, but I welcome the little buzz I’m getting. I don’t like to not be in control; I have spent too many years at somebody else’s mercy. So I drink cautiously. I know Edge notices, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t seem the type to get a girl drunk so he can take advantage of her. He’s respectful when I decline another beer, and he matches my pace. We are both in control of our bodies and emotions.
Tonight, I’m simply a young woman who was caught working out with her mind on other things, and a no-strings-attached handsome stranger set her right.
For tonight, the invisible tape is out securing the lids back down on the boxes of my memories and nightmares. I don’t want anything spoiling this short time I have with this man, who is being nice to me.
This feels normal. I feel normal.
The thought crosses my mind that I’m entertaining a man in Boxer’s bar after hours. Would he be okay with that? But I’m throwing caution to the wind. Edge has paid for every beer we’ve taken. I’ll come clean when he gets back. It’s not something I’m going to make a habit of because this small town has no young people for me to form friendships with. This is an opportunity that has presented itself, and I’m taking advantage while I can.
I tell Edge about my job, and omit details I find too personal from his questions. I tell him nothing of Miss Catherine. I know tonight’s conversation is just a way of getting me alone. I’ve worked that much out. It means nothing to him, but after sitting here for a while, I think he’s the perfect candidate to be reckless with and abandon my fears, if only for a few hours. I want to feel a little uncaring about what I want to do with Edge tonight.
We’ve been chatting for over an hour, when I decide to make the first move. It’s what he wants anyway; that’s why he’s investing his time and money in me. I’d been lead to believe my virginity had been taken from me by William. That bastard never outright told me, it was a game to him, but I also knew I wasn’t a whore. Boxer explained that to me. Whatever happened to me was out of my control. I was drugged and incapacitated. I had no choices in life. I had only rules and obedience. I knew no different. I won’t ever be treated like that again. I want to be in control of tonight. I want this to happen, and I will say when.
I wet my bottom lip out of nerves and start to slide out of the booth.
“Where are you going?” He watches me lick my lips and those steel grey eyes darken with interest.
“I want to take you into the back room.” I’m back to whispering again. It’s a nervous thing. Boxer and Miss C set me straight when I regress. I set myself straight this time and say a little louder, “We both know what you are doing here with me, so I’m just going to speed it up a little.” I sound confident. The jukebox has long stopped playing any songs. It’s just two people in a quiet bar.
He slides out of the booth, grabbing his jacket and shirt, and follows me. He’s a strong presence at my back. We climb the stairs, and I go to take him into the room I use when I stay here. It’s a nice room. Boxer let me decorate it how I wanted to. It’s simple, with a queen-sized bed and a dresser. It’s decked out in nice calming colors of greens, creams, and pale blues. I hesitate, though, and walk straight by it. That’s too personal.
I take him to the room where the heavy bag is and close the door. This is just going to be a ‘hook-up,’ as they call it, nothing more. No hearts and flowers, just a quick bang. I walk into the room a little more and turn around to face him. I’m nervous, but determined. This is what I need to get past William.
Sara is ready to do this.
Well, isn’t she just a surprise package? I thought I was gonna have to change tactics, but she’s ready and willing to fuck me. I walk towards her, noticing how the couple beers have loosened her up as she backs up against the wall, tilting her head invitingly at me.
I hook one finger in the front of her shorts and yank her towards me while I slant my head and go in for a taste. Her lips move with mine, while I pull her arms up around my neck and hold them there until she clasps her fingers around my nape. I push between her legs with my thigh so I can grind against her, letting her feel my hard cock. I can sense she wants to do this, but at the same time, something isn’t right. I go in for foreplay to loosen her up more. She’s still managing to dent my ego a little, and I’m not good with that.
She stops kissing me and turns her back to me, looking over her shoulder. I can see she’s nervous, and there’s this halo of mixed signals surrounding her.
“Is it all right if I face away from you?” Her confidence ebbs and flows.
“Fuck, little lady, we can do it anyway you want,” I growl out.
I start grinding against her ass as she lets out a little noise of excitement. I take it as a green light when her fingers start pressing down and moving around at the front of her little denim shorts.
Fuck, yeah. We’re on the same page. “Let me do that.” I rumble against her ear. She doesn’t need to get herself off. I pop her button and slide her zipper down so I can move my hand over her panties. They’re already wet. I slide my hand out and she lets out a little whimper, which has my dick wanting to fight its way out of my pants. “Patience, little one.” I move them up to her nose and tell her to smell herself. She inhales and her lips part in surprise, and I turn her head so I can see her eyes. Her lids have gotten heavier; she likes what she smells. She starts wiggling that little ass of hers again, rubbing herself against me as she arches her back to get the friction she’s after. Definitely a green light.
“I want your fingers again,” she whispers to the wall. Her palms are pushing against the hard surface so I can get back down between her legs and inside her panties.
I cup her bare pussy in my hand, liking the way it feels, while adding pressure in the right place as my palm massages her slit. I let two fingers slip inside her, making her jump back a little against my chest, stiffening only for a heartbeat before the sensations leave her limp and pliable in my hand.
I’m kissing her neck as my other hand gets busy all over her tits. There are too many clothes in the way. I unzip her jacket and push the front of her tank top down underneath her breasts so I can feel her nipples poking through her lacy bra. I pinch the left one hard as I start to pump my fingers inside her. It only takes seconds and she’s like putty in my hands. Her eyes have fluttered shut as she rests her head back on my shoulder, giving way to the pleasure of what she’s feeling, and her little hips involuntarily start mimicking my movements.
Fuck, she’s completely lost inside her arousal while my dick is hollering at me to uncage it.
I want to get her off before we go any further, so I step it up with another finger inside her. I know how big my cock is, and she’s so small I want to prepare her for what’s to come.
She’s in the zone now, pumping her narrow hips until she’s almost doing all the work. Her lips are parted as she quietly pants from what I’m doing to her. Fuck it! I need to taste her again, so I angle my head until I can bite her top lip. Her eyes widen and she tilts her head so I have easier access to her mouth. I’m devouring her soft lips while her eyes stay focused on mine. I like her watching me. She’s interested to see what I’m feeling, and I’m feeling all kinds of horny. She can’t keep this up because she’s about to come. Her long, dark lashes fan down to cover her eyes as her lips part, ready to cry out.