"Hey, did you hear about Brittany and Alvin?" Jeanette asked me as we walked through the food stands.

"No, what?" I asked.

Jeanette popped some kettle corn into my mouth before answering. "Apparently they were approached by an ice cream company; asked to be models for their new product, or something of the sort."

I chewed and swallowed. "How did that happen?"

Jeanette shrugged. "I don't know. Brittany was vague about it when she told me. Something about being at the beach with Alvin."

I felt my face flush a little. I could think of about eleven reasons why those two would be approached to become models while together at the beach, and almost none of them were good.

I sighed. "Well…good for them." I conceded.

Jeanette looked at me expectantly; her glistening lips pointing up in a small smile. "What do you wanna do now?" She asked me.

I looked around. The lines for the roller coasters were even longer than they had been an hour ago, the Tunnel of Love was broken down (apparently some teenagers had leapt off the boats), and we had already gone through the carnival game stands. My neck twisted far to the left as I peered up at the towering Ferris Wheel. Then, something occurred to me.

"When are the fireworks supposed to start?" I asked, realizing how dark it had become.

Jeanette brought out the trifold flyer and read, then checked her phone for the time. "In about ten minutes."

"Perfect." I said, taking her hand and gently guiding her to the Ferris Wheel. "We'll have a perfect view from up there." I pointed to the top of the ride.

Jeanette gasped. "Oh! Wonderful idea. I've never done that before!"

"Nor I." I replied. We got in line, and I was pleased to find there were only two people in front of us. I felt Jeanette's fingers slide easily into my back pocket and I peeked at her. She looked back with a shy, mischievous glance. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, hearing her sigh.

"Next." A bored voice called to us. I stepped forward, holding out six carnival tickets for the acne-covered attendant. The teenager barely looked up at us before pulling back on the lever for the Ferris Wheel, making the ride turn counterclockwise. He snatched the tickets, threw them carelessly into a box on the floor, and mumbled "Hands, arms, feet, and legs inside your box at all times. No opening the door before told to do so. No spitting over the sides. No throwing food. And no littering." An empty Ferris Wheel box arrived in front of us and the boy got up to open the door for us. "In you go." He said dryly.

"Thank you!" Jeanette said, chipper and polite as ever. The teenage boy seemed shaken out of his reverie and finally looked up at us. When he saw Jeanette his entire face when pink. He mumbled something that could have been "You're welcome" before sidling back to his podium. Jeanette and I stepped inside and closed the door behind us.

"I think you have a fan." I said, pointing my thumb to the sweating teenager. I looked over at her but Jeanette wasn't looking toward him, she suddenly leaned toward me and kissed me right on the lips. Flustered, I barely made out, "W-what was that for?"

"This was a really good idea, Simon." She answered. I straightened my glasses, convinced I was just as pink as the teenager outside. The box lurched as we took our seats and I felt butterflies in my stomach as we rose into the air.

The Ferris Wheel box we had been given had two benches, one on each side of the door we had used to enter, and enough room for about ten knees between the benches. As we rose, Jeanette and I leaned out of our respective glassless windows and looked down at the hundreds of people below.

"Kind of exhilarating, isn't it?" Jeanette asked. She reached into her bag and pulled out the kettle corn again and offered me a piece. I took it and popped it in my mouth. I found myself watching her lips close around the treats as she ate. "What?" She had caught me watching.

"The new lip balm you're using looks good on you." I admitted.

Jeanette blushed. "Thank you." She paused, looking down, considering. "It's supposed to be vanilla bean flavored."

"Oh." I felt my heart start to race. "That explains what I…" My voice wandered as my fingertips touched my lips, remembering our kiss a minute ago.

She smiled at me, popping more kettle corn into her mouth, then handing me some more. I took it and looked down at the pieces, feeling a familiar warmth in my stomach. Feeling braver. I looked up at Jeanette and her familiar shy, thoughtful expression was back. I took my free hand and gently lifted her chin. Her eyes glistened in the sunset as we stared at each other and they closed as I leaned in, kissing her warmly. The box shook slightly as we came to a halt, high above the carnival. I kissed her again, tasting the vanilla on her lips.

BOOM

We both jumped as the first yellow firework went off. It's radius was staggering, as if we were right in the middle of it's trigger point. I tossed the kettle corn into my mouth and took Jeanette's hand, leaning back to enjoy the show.

"Wow…" I whispered, unable to even hear my own voice over the sounds of incoming fireworks.

"I know…" I was surprised to hear Jeanette say next to me. I looked over again and she was watching me. Her blush evident in the light of the firework explosions. I smiled at her and looked back at the show.

White, blue, red, green, yellow…the people putting on this show knew their stuff. There was barely a two second break between explosions and each color erupted in a different design.

I was about to point out the latest blue one, but Jeanette squeezed my hand. I pulled my attention back to her and immediately noticed a piece of the kettle corn sticking out from her lips. She looked back at me, innocently.

I chuckled, knowing what she was doing, and leaned forward sucking the kettle corn piece into my mouth and munching on it. I watched as Jeanette swiftly replaced the piece I had taken with a new piece and continued to stare at me expectantly. I laughed harder, actually able to hear myself above the noise of the fireworks, and learned forward again, taking the new piece into my mouth.

Jeanette waited for me to swallow and then she leaned forward, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue slid against my lower lip, and I let out an inaudible moan as the fireworks continued to pepper the sky. Jeanette's hand landed on my thigh, and I could feel a tightness in my shorts. I wanted to open my mouth to say something, but she swirled her tongue with mine and I was absorbed by the taste of vanilla.

My hands came up to caress her face, just as her fingers pressed against the bulge in my shorts. I jumped in surprise and my fingers accidentally hit against the corner of her glasses, sending them flying.

"Oh! Oh no, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, trying to be heard over the cacophony.

She waved her hand through the air, nonchalant. Her expression was still pleasant and smiling, slightly amused. She wasn't mad, thank goodness. Jeanette removed herself from the bench and got down to her hands and knees, searching for her glasses, reminding me of an old TV show.

I got down off the bench as well, saying, "I'll help! I think I see them!" I pointed into the far corner of the box, realizing she wasn't looking at where I was pointing. I got down on my hands and knees to, trying to guide her. I got close to her side, trying to show her, gesturing, but she seemed confused, or couldn't hear, or…I'm not sure. But, suddenly, she slipped and I fell on top of her. I felt her chest rising and falling quickly in laughter.

I rose up a little and she rolled over, her back on the floor of the box. She pulled herself up and kissed me again, holding me with a hand on the back of my head. I kept expecting her to let go so that she could grab her glasses, but she didn't. Jeanette opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against mine as her legs wrapped around my waste. I pressed myself against her, not wanting any space between us anymore.

That warmth in my stomach grew and I kissed her back with such fervor that my saliva started gathering at the corners of my mouth. Jeanette's hand grabbed onto the front of my shirt and pulled up, exposing my stomach before her fingers traveled down to my navel, then to my shorts.

I leaned back, breaking our kiss, and forced myself to focus on her own shorts. I deftly fingered at the button and zipper, undoing them both. Jeanette responded by drawing her knees up, whipping off her shorts and tossing them over my shoulder. I looked down and my arousal doubled as I realized she had not been wearing panties the entire day.

Her hands made quick work of my own shorts and, with some finagling, my shorts and boxers were in a heap on the bench we had vacated. My erection stood firm in the open summer air, a bead of pre sticking to the tip. Her hand gripped around me firmly and I felt myself being pulled toward her. Jeanette's lips wrapped around me and I felt a small jet of pre fly into her mouth. My moan was so loud I was thankful for the fireworks.

Unable to sit by while she took care of me, I lifted my leg and readjusted so I was straddling her head, pointing in the opposite direction as her, looking toward her feet. I leaned down, laying on top of her, cupping the back of her thighs with my hands and exposing her delicious vulva. My tongue lapped at the wetness that had gathered on her skin, enjoying the small bulb of her clitoris as I licked from front to back.

Jeanette's hands held me, one of my backside and one on my scrotum, holding back my balls as she bobbed up onto my shaft. I could feel her tongue rubbing along the top of my erection, easily taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I moaned into her vulva as I stuck my tongue deeper, tasting her intimate juices as they flowed freely into my mouth. I swallowed as I licked and savored the taste of her.

My hands moved down to her butt cheeks, holding them firmly. My nose filling with the muskiness of her fur. Jeanette returned the favor, opening up my backside into the warm air. Suddenly, I felt myself spike toward orgasm and I managed to hold back as I pulled out of her mouth.

Jeanette looked at me, confused as I removed myself from her, my erection dripping with moisture. I moved and placed myself comfortably between Jeanette's legs. My fingertips glided into her, instantly being covered with her wetness. My fingers curled into her preferred position and my other hand's thumb pushed lightly onto her clitoral hood.

Jeanette's mouth opened wide in a loud, sexual moan that was hidden by the fireworks as my fingers hammered up onto her g-spot, sloshing through her vagina's juices as they expelled out of her onto the box's floor. Jeanette's orgasm came quickly and her back spasmed into an arch as a jet of clear fluid shot up from her vulva. Some of it hit my neck as my fingers moved faster, insistent on her body to give me more.

I moved my knees back, sure to not remove my fingers, and bent down to lick counterclockwise circles around her clitoris. I heard her moan again and Jeanette's fingers were in my hair, pulling me straight onto her clitoris as another orgasm rocked through her, shooting her ejaculation onto my face. I lapped up the mess happily as I heard her continue to moan, her body shaking against me.

I moved my fingers again, about to embark on orgasm number three, but Jeanette sat up and stopped me. She said something that I couldn't hear but then she said it again in my ear, "I want you."

I smiled and followed her as she lay back down, repositioning my almost-painful erection at her dripping vulva. Her hands found my backside and pulled me towards her, welcoming my munkhood as I entered her to the very base, her wetness making it easy to enter on the first try. She was so tight and quivering around me that I could already feel the effects of the pending orgasm from earlier.

I bent down again and said softly in her ear, "I'm not gonna last long, Jean."

She shook her head, "That's OK, give me all of it."

My hips lurched forward, making my balls slap against her butt as I plunged into her. Jeanette moaned in my ear as I rocked back, re-entered, gyrated my hips as I pulled out again. Our sex was so wet, musky, and sweet in this small box that my thoughts began to fade. My consciousness melded into the moment, wanting to please Jeanette and make her feel more, climax more. Every time I pulled out Jeanette's hands pulled me back in; her fingernails digging into my backside. My face dug into her neck, sucking on her soft skin.

"Simon…" She moaned my name.

"Mmmm…" I made out.

Jeanette pulled my face towards her and our lips connected again. Our mouths opened, tasting each other's breath. Her vagina tightened suddenly as we kissed and I felt my balls rise in anticipation.

"I'm cumming." I whispered.

"Yes…" She said in quite celebration. Her hands gripped me tighter and her knees rose higher, lifting her feet off the floor. I plunged deeper into her, and her moans echoed in my ears. "Cum inside me, Simon."

My orgasm shot deep into her, so fast that my mouth became an "O". Her responsive moan and simultaneous clamping of her vaginal walls signaling another climax. My hips continued to move on their own, barely shifting my position inside her as she gripped me so tightly. My semen flowed out me, filling her with my warmth and love for her.

Jeanette kissed me again, sweetly and tenderly. My hand caressed her face, holding her close as I inhaled her scent. My erection continued to twitch inside her as she kissed me, elongating my orgasm.

"I love you." She said. My eyes opened, looking back at her, and I could see her brimming emotion. I kissed her once again and my hips took over. I kept humping and her moans continued. My erection stayed firm as I continued to drizzle inside her.

"I love you." I said back, between kisses. Jeanette's knees once again rose higher, her feet lifting, and I could just barely feel something like kissing inside of her vagina. Wow, I was deep. "Ah…ah…I can…feel…"

"Me too." She whispered.

"I think I'm gonna…again…" I said. Jeanette wrapped her arms around me tightly, keeping me near her as my orgasm came again. I felt warm semen fly out of me, and splash back as it hit her walls. I pulsed for several seconds before it subsided. All the while she held me, kissing me. My scrotum became warm as my semen escape her vagina, drizzling outside.

We lay there, wrapped in each other, almost falling asleep, for several minutes. The evening summer air blew across us, bringing a chill to our sweaty bodies. I had the regretful thought of removing myself from this position. I was so comfortable…

"Simon…" Her voice came softly, but tense.

"Hm?" I answered, lifting my head.

"The fireworks are over…" She said.

"Oh."

"Did the Ferris Wheel…move…at all?" She asked.

I thought about that. I didn't recall feeling our box move. "N-no. I don't think so." I replied. Jeanette slowly sat up by a foot. She looked toward me, curious and confused. I nodded and reached over to grab her glasses, gently putting them back on her face and kissing her nose.

I got off, idly admiring the puddle of bodily fluid we had left in the box. Whoops.

My boxers and shorts were back on me within seconds and I peaked over the box's edge. I looked down at the podium that controlled the ride, where the teenager had been before. He was still there, many yards below us, seemingly texting and forgetting about his job.

"We're safe." I whispered to her. "He's down there doing his own thing."

Jeanette smiled, pulling up her own shorts. "I was a little worried we had been brought down to the ground during all that." I smiled back and shook my head. She moved over to where I was and looked through the window, down to the ground. "Excuse me!"

The teenager who was supposed to be monitoring the ride jumped and dropped his phone in the grass. "Can we get moving, please?" She called to him. Several other boxes nearby called out similar things. Blushing furiously, the teenage boy grabbed the lever and pulled. With a lurch, the Ferris Wheel started moving again.

Within ten minutes, and after several rotations of the ride, we were back on the ground. Our door was opened for us, and Jeanette smiled sweetly at the attendant.

"Thank you! We had a great time." She said. He spluttered at her.

We walked off in a random direction and vaguely heard the next group in line getting the box we had just vacated.

"Hey! What the—?"

"Did someone spill their drink in here?"

Jeanette grabbed my hand and we ran for it.