“Who is this?”
“Lars. Come and meet me. I'm at the playground, by the swings.”
I looked around at my girlfriends. Laura had a crush on Lars, and they were always talking at school. They'd made out a few times, but they weren't officially together.
Lars was popular with the guys, but just skeevy enough that he didn't get my panties wet. Until that night. When I heard his growling voice on the phone.
My pulse raced with excitement. Oh, my body certainly wanted to meet him by the swings and let him touch my smooth pu**y, but I didn't want to betray my friend, so I said no and hung up.
Laura narrowed her eyes at me. “That was Lars, wasn't it?”
“I'm sorry, Laura. I don't know how he got my number. He wanted me to go meet him at the playground, but I'm not going. Obviously.”
She downed her glass of beer and popped the chunks of semi-thawed fruit into her mouth.
“You should go,” she said. “I'm not getting anywhere with him. Maybe if he hooks up with you, he'll get this whole player thing out of his system.”
The other three girls were quiet, eyes darting back and forth between the two of us. Renee had a guilty look, but I couldn't figure out at the time what she was up to.
“I won't go,” I said, even as my pu**y tingled with excitement. Lars was a jerk, but he was a good-looking jerk. He wasn't dissimilar to Freddie Prinze Jr. if you squinted. His skin was more of a cocoa brown, compared to Freddie's, but he did have thick eyebrows and gorgeous, dark eyes. One of his front teeth overlapped the others, like a vampire tooth, giving him a predatory look.
“Go and be mean to him,” Laura said.
Renee whistled. “That is a perfect idea. Make him give you an orgasm, and then don't do anything for him. Give him blue balls.”
Squirming in my seat at the end of Laura's couch, I said, “I can't go. I'm in my pajamas.”
I had on loose, drawstring flannel bottoms and a thin white tank top over black bra and panties.
“Just go,” Laura said, her lips twisting up in a devious grin. “And don't forget to give him blue balls.”
I resisted the girls, but I didn't try that hard. Lars was perfect for a hook-up, because I didn't have feelings for him, so he couldn't jerk me around.
A few minutes later, I had my shoes on, and I was sneaking out the back patio door, then jogging down the street to meet a boy in the park. I phoned to tell him I was on my way, and we were still talking on the phone when I spotted him in the park, on the merry-go-round.
“You look cute,” he said, and I thanked the moonlight for that.
“You're not going to bite me with your vampire tooth, are you?”
“Maybe. Let me see something.” He gently removed my glasses and pulled away the tie holding my hair back. “Damn. You look good, girl. Why don't you wear your hair down?”
I shrugged.
“Wear it down, Lexie.”
“Fine. I guess I will from now on.”
The park was completely empty, the whole town seemingly asleep. I stepped onto the merry-go-round next to him and gave it a push to start revolving. The well-oiled equipment didn't even squeak.
Lars put my glasses in his back pocket, then pulled me into him and kissed me, right on the lips, no warning whatsoever.
His mouth tasted like he'd just eaten Caesar salad, but after a moment, it wasn't so bad. His tongue felt nice on my lips, and the stubble around his mouth felt like sandpaper. I'd read about “tickling whiskers,” in books, but there was nothing ticklish about it.
Lars groaned and pressed his h*ps against mine, pinning me against one of the handrails on the revolving merry-go-round. Was that his dick? It felt hard, but not as hard as a cell phone. Dick or cell phone, I enjoyed him pressing that rigid lump into me.
I got into the rhythm of his powerful tongue movements and gave him a few of my own. My whole body was getting warmer and warmer, like the kissing was causing a fever.
He stopped thrashing his tongue in my mouth for a moment and pulled back. “Is it true you waxed your whole pu**y? You got a Brazilian?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Lexie, would it be okay if I kissed you?”
“You are kissing me.” I shivered just then, noticing the temperature of the air changing. It had been a hot, early summer evening when I'd left Laura's house, but now I could feel those Ohio storm clouds gathering and the wetness in the air.
“Not just kissing your mouth.” He smiled a crooked smile, that one vampire tooth catching in the moonlight. His thick, dark, Freddie-Prinze-like eyebrows raised, and his golden brown eyes brimmed with bad-boy mischief. A girl would have to be a nun to resist those charms.
I reached up and patted his cropped, dark hair, full of tight curls. I imagined feeling that hair moving down my body, then his mouth at that special place between my legs, and I shivered again, but for a different reason.
“Just kissing,” he said. “I want to kiss you all over.”
“Okay, but my underwear stays on.”
He seemed surprised that I'd agreed. “Where should we go?”
“Nothing wrong with right here,” I said, matching his smile.
I got down onto the metal surface of the merry-go-round, and I quickly slipped off my flannel pajama pants and spread them out beneath me.
“You are wild, Lexie!” He shuffled over to give the muddy ground a few more kicks, and once the merry-go-round was spinning, he got down on his hands and knees above me, his face above my crotch. We shifted around so that his head was close to the center of the merry-go-round, but mine was further out, where the motion was pleasantly dizzying.
He looked wolfish as he hunched over my body, his T-shirt tight to his lean body.
As his face descended between my legs, I closed my eyes, unable to watch.
I felt warmth on my mound. His mouth. He exhaled onto my panties, and it felt better than anything I could have even imagined. I'd given myself a lot of pleasure over the last few years, but this was different. I didn't even like Lars, but I was starting to have feelings of gratitude, and… tingles. My lord, the tingles. They don't tell you about that in Sex Ed classes, or about how every cell in your body screams MORE OF THIS, PLEASE.
He murmured, speaking directly to my pu**y, “I can tell you're all na**d and hairless under there. I can feel the smooth skin through your little panties. I can feel all your contours, and I just want to lick you and devour you and make you come.” He moaned and gave my aching, swollen mound another kiss through my panties, his strong tongue much more welcome down there than on my mouth.