Summer of Learning – Chapter 5

The week trudged by slowly. The lead up to Christmas always seemed to be never ending, but this year was particularly rough on my nerves. I would jump at the chance to run any errands for my mom, and had started calling Sean when I left the house to meet him at his house for a while, usually ending up making out. I'd tell mom that traffic downtown was really bad or that the lines in the store were backed up, and amazingly enough, she always believed me. There was a certain thrill in sneaking around with Sean, but it paled in comparison to the way he made me feel when we were together.

Two days before my parents' Christmas party, Sean called me to see what my plans were for the night.

"Nothing really. Probably just stuck at home with mom and dad. Why, what's up?"

"Wanna do something?"

I grinned, "Like what?"

"I tell you what, I'll pick you up in 20 minutes and we'll figure something out."

"Sean," I said reproachfully, "what am I supposed to tell my parents?"

I could hear his smile over the phone, that mischievous little grin he got when he was up to something. "Just tell them you're meeting up with a friend. Come on, college girl, live a little."

I sighed against my phone, "Alright. 20 minutes."

"See you soon, sweetheart."

I hurried to make myself presentable, tearing off the t-shirt and jeans I had been wearing, opting for a cute top and a skirt my roommate had talked me into buying, quickly brushed through my hair, and rushed downstairs, explaining to my parents that I was going out to meet up with some friends from school. I figured the vaguer I was, the better.

I buttoned up my coat and slipped out the front door just as Sean drove up in his Dodge Charger. I hopped into the passenger seat and leaned over to meet him over the center console for a kiss. "Hi."

"Hey, beautiful," he said with a grin.

I blushed, grateful for the interior lights of the car dimming. "So, where are we going?"

"Ya hungry? I thought we could grab something to eat, maybe catch a movie," he suggested. The glint in his eye told me he had had something planned this whole time.

I snapped my seat belt in place, "Okay. Sounds good to me." He backed out of the driveway and peeled out, the force pushing me further back in my seat. I shrieked and laughed as he accelerated down the street. I looked over at him as he started laughing at my reaction and stuck my tongue out at him.

"Watch it with that tongue. You might not get it back," he teased, making me blush all over again. "Mexican sound good to you?"

"It sounds great, actually," I answered. We sped off through town, and I realized we had reached the city limits. "Um...where are we going?"

He glanced over at me and reached over to hold my hand, "I thought maybe we'd go somewhere where we wouldn't run into anyone we knew, have a little more privacy, you know?"

"Are you ashamed to be seen with me?" I asked, teasingly.

Sean looked over at me again and squeezed my hand. "You sure you wanna be seen with an old man like me?"

I rolled my eyes, "You're not that old. And yes, I wanna be seen with you."

"Oh, really?" he challenged. "So you're ready to tell your parents?"

I scowled at him. "Oh, shut up. That's different...it's tricky. I'll tell them, just...not yet."

Sean ran his thumb over my knuckle, "Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not looking forward to telling them either. I like by balls right where they are. I just think until we're ready to let this cat out of the bag, we might not want to be running around town together like this." He held our hands up, accenting his point.

"Alright," I agreed. "I get it."

We pulled up to a little hole in the wall Mexican place, with parking in the back, I noted. While the outside was run down and shabby looking, the inside was absolutely charming. We were seated at a corner table, complete with a vase with a single rose and a votive candle lit to assist with the ambience. It wasn't loud and flashy like any other Mexican restaurant I'd ever been to. "Wow, Sean. This is really nice." Tyler had taken me out on a couple dates, but they were usually to chain restaurants just a step above fast food that he could afford, being a broke college kid.

We placed our orders with Lonna, our waitress. I wrinkled my nose when Sean ordered extra guacamole for his burrito. Once Lonna left, he turned to me and asked, "What's with the face?"

"I just never really cared for guacamole. Anything with avocados is just kinda...blech."

Sean regarded me in silence, thinking something out again. I began to squirm in my seat, wondering what he was up to. He finally spoke again, "Maybe you've just never had it made for you the right way. It takes just the right amount of flavor," he reached over and tucked a wayward curl behind my ear, "and spice," he tenderly ran his fingertips down my neck and over my shoulder, "and the fruit has to be perfectly ripe," he traced along my spine before settling his hand over my hip and resting on my thigh. "Once you have the recipe perfected," he said with smile and a bad Spanish accent, like a bad impression of Antonio Banderas, "you need someone who knows how to combine all the ingredients together. Only then will you be properly satisfied." His hand had traveled down to my knee and was curling his fingers, slowly inching the skirt up my leg, until his fingers were grazing the inside of my knee. Somewhere along the way we had started leaning heavily into each other. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

My breath was coming in short little gasps. "I, um...are we still talking about guacamole?"

His accent disappeared as he sat up straight again and gave me a grin. "Of course. What else would we be talking about?"

I giggled nervously and we immediately fell into easy, flirty conversation. It was one of the things I liked best about being with Sean: we already knew each other well enough that there weren't a lot of awkward pauses between us. We had more than enough in common to keep the flow of conversation going, peppered with easy compliments and witty banter. Just being near him like this had my heart rate speeding along, never really having a chance to settle down. The way he was looking at me all night didn't help my pulse slow down either. I could already feel the tell-tale slickness between my thighs under his steady gaze.

Lonna brought our food and refilled our drinks, pausing our conversation momentarily. Sean spread the guacamole all over his burrito and took a large bite, humming to himself in near bliss as he chewed, eyes closed, savoring the taste. Just watching him eat was really something to see. When he finally opened his eyes, he caught me staring at him, almost drooling over the sight of him in such a nearly orgasmic state...and over food. Maybe there was something to this whole avocado thing after all. He smirked at me, "Wanna taste?" Words had completely failed me, so it was all I could do to nod. I was expecting a forkful, but instead he dipped his finger into the green spread and held it out for me, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Oh, two can play at this game, you little shit. I leaned over and held his hand in mine, took his fingertip into my mouth, closing my own eyes as my lips wrapped around his first knuckle. I swirled my tongue around, licking off the creamy spread. As the spices diffused over my tongue, I moaned around his finger, sucking ever so slightly. I opened my eyes as I slid my lips back, kissing his fingertip before releasing his hand and returning upright in my seat. The look on his face showed he was just as turned on as I was.

"So? What'd you think?" he asked teasingly.

I grinned right back at him, "I think I could get used to it. Guess it all depends on who's...preparing it for me." I leaned back into my chair and started in on my taco salad, pretending as though none of our conversation had fazed me at all.

We finished our meal and Sean paid the bill. We walked arm in arm back to his car, and for a fleeting moment, I had thoughts of us getting cozy in his backseat. I kept quiet and hugged myself tighter into his arm. When we reached the Charger, Sean opened my door for me, but pulled me close to him before I could get in. He cupped his hand under my jaw, turning my head to face him directly, and lowered his lips to mine. His mouth slanted against my mine, his tongue teasing my lips, seeking entrance. I opened to him and he pressed me against the side of the car, leaning into me, his hips pressed against mine. I could feel his hardness rubbing against me, which only added to the wetness already seeping through my panties.

And then suddenly, he pulled away, his eyes blazing with desire, both of us panting to catch our breath. I cocked an eyebrow at him, "Still wanna go to the movies?"

Sean narrowed his eyes at me. "Yeah...I do," he said, accepting my feeble attempt at a challenge. He gestured for me to get into the car, closed the door behind me, and practically ran to the driver's side.

We sped through the streets to the movie theater in town. The parking lot was amazingly clear, until I realized it was a Tuesday night, three days before Christmas. I guess most people were out doing their last minute shopping rather than going to the movies. We stood in the lobby, trying to decide which movie to see. The next one showing was some action movie I'd hardly heard of, but Sean seemed to want to see it. He purchased our tickets and we passed on the snack bar since we had just eaten. We found seats toward the back of the theater, which wasn't really all that hard to do as there were maybe a dozen other people in the theater with us. The seats had moveable armrests; Sean lifted the armrest from between us and tucked it between our seats, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders, holding me close to his side, our thighs pressed closely to each other's.

The movie finally began after a slew of previews. We were a good half hour into the movie when Sean began to nuzzle his nose into my neck and nibble on my ear lobe. I was suddenly glad for the loud soundtrack and high paced action of the movie to hide any noises I might make. I felt his lips trail down my neck, the tip of his tongue tasting my flesh. His arm draped over my shoulders shifted until his hand was resting firmly on my breast. Eventually he pulled his hand back, only to slide it under my shirt and into the cup of my bra, teasing my nipple between his thumb and fingers. I leaned into him and sought his mouth, letting him swallow my moans of pleasure as he continued tormenting my already hardened nipple.

As the movie went on, I grew more and more bold, letting my hand trail up and down his leg until it rested on his thigh, my fingers dangerously close to his crotch, delighting in the look on his face as he fought to keep control. I could feel the pull of the fabric of his jeans tenting up around the bulge I found there. I leaned in close to murmur in his ear, "Are you really enjoying the movie that much?"

He turned all of his attention back to me, his look was one that said, "Oh, you're asking for it now." Electricity shot through me as he kissed me, hard, a kiss that was definitely meant to lead somewhere. Surely he wasn't thinking of doing that here in the movie theater...was he?

I felt his right hand on my knee, the knee closest to him, then move up to my thigh, massaging his way up and down my leg. He started curling his fingers, pulling my skirt so the hem dragged up my leg and over my knee. The next thing I knew, his fingers were touching the skin of my inner thigh...and working their way closer to my soaking wet panties. "I'm really fucking glad you wore a skirt tonight," he murmured naughtily in my ear. Before I could react, he covered my mouth with his as his fingers brushed against the crotch of my panties, tracing the line of my slit. I gasped and moaned into his mouth again, vaguely aware of the gunfire and explosions happening on the screen in front of us. A passing thought crossed my mind, worrying if anyone could see us, but it quickly vanished as Sean's fingers began to stroke the lips of my pussy, edging his fingertips under the elastic of my underwear.

He moved achingly slowly, giving me plenty of time to absorb all the sensations coursing through me, all due to his wonderfully magic fingers. His finger eased its way into my slit, drawing slow, tantalizing circles, not quite entering the place that wept for him, but tempting the slick folds up and down. Every so often he would flick his fingertip against my clit, and it was all I could do to bite down on my lip and hold in any sounds trying to force their way out of my throat.

The movie was starting to reach its climax just as I was about to find my own. Sean began pressing harder on my clit, drawing tight little circles against my sensitive nub. He slid one long finger into my center and kept up the assault on my clit with his thumb. "Cum for me, Morgan...I wanna feel you cum on my finger," he whispered. That was all it took; I pulled him over so I could kiss him, pouring my groans of release into his mouth as explosions went off on screen. A tiny part of my brain was laughing at the ironic appropriateness of his selection of movie tonight. The walls of my pussy quivered around his finger as I rode out my orgasm.

When I was finally coming down from my Sean-induced high, he pulled his finger from me and brought it to my lips, silently insisting that I clean it off. I wrapped my lips around his knuckle, as I had done at the restaurant, tasting myself on his finger. I was surprised; I didn't mind it as much as I thought I might. Sean smiled and brought his finger to his own mouth, lapping up the juices remaining on his skin. Once he was satisfied with that, he lowered my skirt and straightened my shirt for me, as all of my muscles still had a jelly-like quality to them.

The lights came up shortly after and Sean pulled me up to hurriedly exit the theater. We all but ran back to his car. For half a second, I thought we were actually going to wind up in his backseat, but instead he opened my car door, quickly closed it, and ran around to his side. I was thankful for all the horsepower the car had as we raced through the town and back to his house. We hardly spoke; I could tell he was tense with sexual frustration, and his mind was on one thing only – getting us back to his house as soon as he could.

We pulled up to his driveway and jerked to a stop. He leaned over the center console and threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling me in to kiss me. "I can't wait to get you inside and fuck you," he breathed against my lips. He pulled away and threw his door open; he began to cross to open my side for me, but I beat him to the punch, not wanting to waste any time in getting into his bed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door. I giggled as he fumbled with his keys, amused at how on edge he was.

Sean finally managed to get the door open; I followed him inside, and he immediately shut the door behind us. I started to walk back toward his bedroom when he grabbed my hand and pulled me roughly against him. "Where do you think you're going?" I tried to get the words to form in my mouth but could only point toward his room. "Sweetheart, I don't think I'd even make it that far." With that he held my head in both hands and kissed me, guiding me backward until my back was pressed up against his front door. He shoved my jacket over my shoulders and down my arms; I heard it hit the floor behind my feet. He shrugged out of his own jacket and let it drop unceremoniously to the floor as well.

His hands slid down my sides, resting on my hips, and started inching my skirt up, gathering the fabric in his hands. As he did, my hands found his belt buckle and began to undo it, then popped open the button of his jeans and eased the zipper down carefully. I started to shove his pants and briefs over his sharp hips, revealing his already rock hard cock. When the hem of my skirt had come up enough, he curled his fingers into the waistband of my panties and shoved them down roughly, bending low until they were past my knees, where he helped me step out of them. He trailed his hands up my calves, my thighs, bringing the fabric of my skirt with him. He grabbed underneath my legs and lifted me up.

"Still wet for me, baby?" he asked as he lined the head of his dick with the entrance to my pussy. He slid in easily, eliciting a rough groan from both of us as he buried himself inside me, all the way to the hilt. "Oh, shit, Morgan. God damn you're so tight."

He had never taken me at this angle before, and I felt him stretching me on the inside, sending tiny jolts of pain through me that quickly gave way to intense pleasure, my flesh still not quite accustomed to such an intrusion. He pumped into me, fast and hard, one hand holding my skirt out of his way, the other pinning my arm above my head. I held onto him with my free arm tightly around his neck, holding on for dear life. My legs wrapped firmly around his hips as he plunged into me.

I could feel myself being driven closer and closer to the edge. My thighs tightened around his waist, and I could feel myself start to clamp down around his cock. "Oh...Sean...oh, yes..." I moaned against him, my voice rising into a crescendo as I raced toward my second orgasm of the night.

His rhythm began to falter as he found his own release, groaning loudly into my neck as he spilled himself into me. I could feel his dick twitch inside me as each spurt of hot, sticky cum filled me. Sean held me there against the door for a minute as he caught his breath, then slowly withdrew himself from me, leaving me feeling suddenly empty. I loved how he filled me so deeply and hated the sense of loss whenever he pulled away from me. I immediately felt our combined juices flowing down my thighs. I leaned heavily against the door, my legs not quite able to hold me up just yet.

Sean kissed me, softly, our tongues dancing together. "You okay?" he asked, concern written all over his face. I could only nod; my throat was hoarse from yelling so loudly. "I'm sorry about that. I just...I couldn't wait. You turn me on something fierce, baby. I don't know if I'll ever get enough of you." He kissed me again, "You're sure you're okay? I didn't hurt you or anything?"

I swallowed, trying to regain my voice. "I'm fine. I promise. It was a heck of a second time, though," I looked up at him through my eyelashes. I caught his blush in the dim light of the room and smiled as he chuckled, though his face looked lined with guilt.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. You got me going so bad, I kinda forgot you're still new to this."

I placed my hand on his chest. "Sean, I promise, I'm okay." I gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to kiss me. "It felt absolutely amazing...I love how you feel inside me."

Sean smiled, "I love you, Morgan. More than you know."

"I love you back," I whispered before kissing him again. I glanced over his shoulder and saw the clock on the wall. "Dammit...it's getting kinda late. Dad's gonna start to worry soon."

Sean rested his forehead against mine and sighed heavily. "Alright. I'll take you home. Wish you could stay the night," he said as he picked up my underwear and handed them to me. I took them and stepped into them as he zipped up his pants.

I flushed at the thought of spending all night making love with Sean, staying wrapped in his strong arms all night. The images in my mind had me starting to get aroused all over again. The next time couldn't come soon enough.