A/N: The last chapter and this are a departure from the light hearted romantic comedy that I originally meant for this story to be, and thus the "M" rating.

Mature adults only past this point please. And as always, thank you all so much for reading!

"You heard me. Are you wet and did hearing that story about my heart getting trampled turn you on?" He spoke deliberately slow. His voice was deep, melodious, an incongruous compliment to the indecent words he was saying.

Amanda struggled to catch up on what was happening. For more than an hour in a silent car perched on top of a hill overlooking a stunning city during a gentle rain storm, Billy shared with her a story that she found emotionally moving as well as highly illuminating. And she felt a sense of closeness with him deeper than she'd ever felt in the few weeks she'd known him. Then a second ago she felt chagrined for delving too deeply into his past. Now he was coming out of left field with what?! "Of...of course...not.." She stammered.

"Of course not what? Billy said. "The story didn't turn you on or that you haven't been pressing your legs together getting off for the last hour?"

"I certainly take no pleasure in you or anyone else's suffering," Amanda insisted crossing her arms over her chest.

"Answer the question. I answered your questions when I would have preferred not to talk about the situation being that you and I just met. Now answer mine. Are you wet?"

Honestly, Amanda was not-as far as she was consciously aware of-sexually aroused by Billy's story of a long lost love, but his lewd question definitely triggered something. Suddenly she could feel her inner muscles clenching, her clit pulsed and yes she was wet. Very, very wet.

"It's hardly the same thing Billy," Amanda said.

"Why because it's private? So was my story, but I told you anyway."

"Okay..yes..yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes...I...I'm wet."

Billy chuckled. "Now we're getting somewhere. But it's still not an even playing field. I just opened a vein, bringing up a bunch of memories I'd rather not relive. Now, I want you to open something for me."

Amanda gulped and braced herself for what he was going to say next.

"Put your feet up here," Billy said, patting the seat next to him. Amanda hesitated only a few seconds before she turned her entire body, swinging her legs over the console separating the two front seats so that her feet rested against Billy's thigh.

He took off her shoes and tossed them on the floor. Placing his hands between her knees, he pushed her legs apart slightly then withdrew. Amanda got the message and slowly parted her legs.

"Wider,' he said.

Billy wasn't touching her and in no way was he forcing. Just like she didn't force him to tell her his first love story. Still she found herself obeying him. Not that she wasn't completely mortified after admitting out loud the status of what was going on between her legs. She had to admit, she wanted to put herself in his hands. To trust him. Her thighs trembled as she parted them.

"Wider."

In order to complete his request, she had to scrunch up the dress that costs four times what she paid in rent back in Madison. "I'll wrinkle the dress," she said.

"Do you think I care about a dress? Open your legs wider, Amanda."

With great effort in the confined space, Amanda was able to awkwardly shimmy the form fitting dress over her hips revealing her black lace underwear, which Billy told her to take off as well.

When she was spread on the seat before him the way he wanted her to be, Amanda's heart pounded like a bass drum and she could hardly breathe as she waited for Billy to do or say something.

"It's too dark in here." Billy looked down between her legs. "I'm going to use the flashlight on my phone."

"No," Amanda protested. This had already gone way too far. The darkness offered a comfort she did not want to relinquish.

"Okay, then you're going to have to describe to me how hot and wet you are."

"I...I don't know how to describe it," Amanda stammered. Her brain cells were barely working, her neurons were firing with one thing on the mind-her aroused state was steadily increasing-and he wanted descriptions?!

Billy took her hand and placed it over her uncovered mound. "How does it feel?"

Deliberately he pressed down on one of her fingers so she stroked her clit. Biting her lip she suppressed a moan. Touching herself with him directing her movements and watching her sent ripples of excitement up and down her spine. She wasn't shy at all, but this was on a whole new level. Billy had her doing things she never imagined she'd do.

A tingling sensation blossomed in her breasts and her nipples hardened. While one hand was busy between her legs along with Billy's, her other hand went to squeeze the full orbs through the material of her dress, her thumb stroking back and forth along the peaks.

"Do you like having your nipples sucked hard?" Billy asked. "Or do you prefer them caressed softly or pinched?" Gently but firmly he continued to guide her hand until she was rhythmically lifting her hips welcoming her fingers deeper into her moist center. She could hardly speak as she drew in a series of ragged breaths.

"I answered all of your questions. Now answer mine," Billy insisted and she could hear the barely veiled humor in his voice, which deepened an octave every time he spoke. He was messing with her. Tit for tat since he reluctantly told her his story. Still, waves of heat crept over her skin at the sound of his voice, his words teasing and tantalizing her. What the hell was she doing, naked from the waist down, getting herself off with Billy as her audience while parked outside in a Mercedes? They could get arrested if a patrol car happened to pass by. This was definitely outside of her comfort zone. And it was Billy's influence that had her crossing the line.

None of that mattered. "Both," she managed to say as the last vestiges of her sanity escaped from her. Passion and the desire for pleasure now ruled.

"Did I answer you in monosyllables?" Billy's voice held an uncompromising tone and Amanda jumped in surprise. The hairs on the back of her neck raised in apprehension. Not that she was afraid per se, rather she was shocked at his demands and her own willingness to comply. What on earth had gotten into her? Or better yet, how was Billy able to bring this heretofore hidden side of her to life?

"I want full descriptions," he said. "Just like I gave you. It's only fair isn't it?" He increased the pressure on her hand, emphasizing his point. Amanda's fingers moved rapidly, thrilled as much by her own ministrations as the bizarre nature of the situation. Touching herself was not enough, she ached for more.

"I…" she swallowed hard, closed her eyes and continued. "I love having my nipples sucked and licked and nibbled." Her clit pulsed and throbbed and she grew even more excited the more she confessed. Without her realizing it, Billy moved his hand away while he probed further, asking questions about her wants and desires. She gave in and pleasured herself with wild abandon answering his questions the best she could under the circumstances.

At one point he leaned in close between her spread thighs and inhaled deeply. Had she not been so wrapped up in her own gloriously blissful world, she would have been mortified.

"...like a hot sticky cinnamon roll...with butter," he said thickly and red hot flames threaded through her body, seeping into her veins. He stayed there watching from that very short distance. "I really want to turn a light on, can I?"

"Please. No!" Amanda pleaded. The darkness surrounding them, the falling rain, the sound of his voice were all part of the ambiance, a spell that she didn't want to break. A throbbing pulse in her core increased in speed and her legs began to quake. Shivers ran over her skin just before a powerful orgasm claimed her. Unable to control her body, she writhed and moaned, aware that Billy still watched, sharing the moment.

What kind of strange bond was forming between them? He'd barely touched her, having her do the actual work, yet she felt forever changed, practically branded by this perplexing intimate experience with him.

Eventually her labored breathing calmed and she feared an awkwardness would come between them until Billy pulled her onto his lap. Immediately she worried about the wetness he initially questioned her about which had increased considerably. Billy had no such worries. "Is it presumptuous of me to assume the answer to the question I asked you back at the coffee house is 'yes?'" he asked softly in her ear.

Amanda nodded enthusiastically. "That's a definite, 'yes'"

"You are so beautiful, Amanda," he said, and continued to tell her a number of comforting things as she trembled in his arms trying to pull herself together.