Page 81 of The Fadeaway
I’m fixated on her movements, curious as hell what drunk Kitty will do next.
I unbuckle. “Nope.”
“Say something in Spanish.” She claps her hands and I laugh at the random topic jump and her excitement.
“Eres linda cuando estás borracha.”
“What did you say?”
“I said you’re cute when you’re drunk.”
Unbuckling, she turns to me. We’re still sitting in the car parked in the garage, but I’m afraid to move because once I get her to my room it’s likely she’s going to pass out on me. And this is way more entertaining.
“Have you ever had sex in here?”
“Uhh.” Is this a trick question? I’ve never lied to a girl, but I feel like being truthful here could put a serious damper on the mood.
“You totally have,” she says, but she’s smiling so I don’t bother denying it. “I’ve never had sex in a car before.” She sighs like that’s disappointing to her.
“¿Quieres tener sexo en mi carro?”
“I don’t know what you said, but it sounded hot.”
“Estás caliente, Katrina.”
She bites her lip looking all unsure but somehow still seductive and I can’t fucking take it. “Come here, Kitty.”
“Ask me in Spanish,” she says coyly.
“Trae tu trasero aquí.”
The seat’s already as far back as it’ll go so when she climbs onto my lap, straddling me, there’s not a lot of room. Not that I’m gonna need it. Just the feel of her on top of me has me ready to lose it. Her eyes flutter closed as my dick pushes against her pussy. God bless leggings. The thin material she wears on nearly a daily basis not only provides a view that keeps me from having to use my imagination, it allows me to feel the heat of her pussy and the soft curves of her legs and ass.
“I probably should have taken my pants off first,” she says. “Not enough room over here to shimmy them down.”
I capture her mouth and she rubs against me as I lift my hips to offer her more friction. Moving my hands to her hips and taking control, I slide her over the bulge in my pants. Slow and hard until her moans fill my car.
Last time I dry humped someone I was probably in junior high, but damn it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened in my car. In my… anything.
Katrina arches her back and her blonde hair falls down her back. She palms both breasts, head thrown back, and she looks so fucking happy and sexy as she fucks me through our clothes.
“Oh my God, I’m coming,” she says, eyes pop open and she looks stunned as the orgasm shudders through her.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something immature likeYou can just call me Joel,but I think better of it. Probably got enough seventh grade mojo up in here with the dry humping alone. I’m giving myself a mental high five for my maturity when Kitty’s orgasm sets me off and I come in my damn pants.
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Katrina
The better partof four days I’ve been holed up in Joel’s room. School, work, rehearsals, and Joel. If I weren’t missing Christian so much, it’d be bliss.
I pull up to the soccer field, scan the cars, and then wave when I see Christian and Victor standing in front of Victor’s car.
Christian’s smile tells me he wants to dart to me, but Victor restrains him by holding his hand.
I hurry toward him and he pulls free from Victor and runs to meet me halfway.
“Mommy!”
