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After we park in the driveway, Henry turns and squeezes my bare knee. “That’s
my girl.”
His hand relaxes causing his pinky finger to slide slightly up my inner thigh.
Overall, it’s a simple gesture like a high five or a pat on the back. Well, that is my
brain’s rationale, but my hormones amp up like they are preparing for battle. Heat

starts from the spot under where his hand rests on my leg, and spreads throughout
my body. My nipples engorge, and my panties dampen. My breath catches slightly,
and my thighs part a little more.
Henry pushes his shades off his face. His damn eyes taunt me. I’m lost in the
flecks of gold and brown. He’s assessing me like he did that morning on the beach.
His eyes begin to move down. My body aches, my core clenches. I try to move to a
safe subject. I cannot let him see how my body is reacting to him. His hand slides
up a little more.
“What would you like to eat?” I blurt it out without choosing my words
properly.
His eyes flicker to my lap. When they lock with mine again, they are a little
darker. When he speaks his voice is huskier.
“Whatever you want to feed me.” His voice is thick with double entendre.

“Something hot, sweet, and slightly salted…” He squeezes my naked thigh.
“…lightly sauced.”
I squeak. Yes, squeak like a fucking chew toy. Damn, that escalated quickly.
I’ve never had sex in a car, or any vehicle for that matter. I didn’t see the point of
catching cramp while trying to get off. It is becoming more appealing by the
nanosecond. I would gladly do whatever he wants right now. Twice.
The air is thick with sexual tension. Each of us daring the other to make a move.
I want to say something witty. I want to return the double entendre, but I’m far
too horny to be clever. I decide to go for broke and just tell him to make me cum.
Henry’s mom’s ringtone fills the cabin. He moves his hand and pulls out his
cellphone.
“Hi, mom ... ”
The call gives me time to escape.
I’m out of the SUV and in the house in two minutes flat, a new personal
record. I’m not scared of sex with Henry; I welcome it. I will happily sign up for
several encores. It’s the other stuff that worries me. The wishing he’d call when I’m