By Renae Schroeder
Josie toyed with the lobe of his ear. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, her touch stoking a fire in his veins. He dared a glance at her, and saw the smoldering lust in her jade-green eyes. She moved closer, her right hand sliding under his t-shirt, caressing the hard six-pack of his stomach.
He abruptly turned down a side street, tires squealing. Shifting down, grinding the gears, he found an isolated parking lot. It was after midnight, the streets were deserted. His hands were on her in a heartbeat. She hit the lever for the bucket seat, reclining as far back as it would go. His lips claimed hers as he ripped the buttons off her blouse and tore her skirt in half in a wild frenzy to feel every inch of her. He kneaded her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, reveling in her throaty cries for more. Thrusting her legs apart, he lowered his mouth to her throbbing need. She eagerly lifted her pelvis to meet his velvety tongue. Skillfully, he licked and sucked until he tasted the wetness that signaled her climax.
Her eyes opened to look into his deep, brown depths. Mick smiled, trailing his palm along her cheek and tenderly cupping her chin. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she traced the bulge in the front of his already tight jeans. She pushed him back and wrenched open the button fly, releasing his hardness. Her hands slid up his ribcage to pull the plain black t-shirt over his head. She straddled him, sliding familiarly onto his member. He grasped her butt while his mouth suckled at her firm breasts, his tongue teasing and nipping. She entwined her fingers in his black hair, loving the silky feel of it, loving the feel of him. She flexed the muscles deep in her abdomen as she rode him, hearing his ragged intake of breath, knowing he was close. He hugged her tight, finding her mouth as he came on a wave of desire. He reached between them to quickly massage her, bringing her to another shattering plateau of joy. Breathless and sweaty, they held each other.
They had met when they were eighteen. Mick would never forget the first time he’d seen her; the way her green eyes had widened ever so slightly as she had drank in his image. Her curly blonde hair had been short, a perky bob that skimmed the bottom of her chin. She was 5’11, athletic, a size 12 that was firm and toned from years of playing volleyball. He’d wanted nothing more than to know her name.
Sighing, he rubbed her back, feeling the curtain of curls that had grown to her waist.
She tilted her head to look at him. “I love you, Mick.”
He kissed her forehead, “I love you, too, Josie.”
She had been enamored with him from the very beginning. Seeing him stride into her algebra class like some kind of Greek god had made her knees go weak. Josie had heard the rumors at lunch about some cute new guy, but had never dreamed he would wind up in one of her classes. Time seemed to stop as they had stared at each other across the room.
Mick had waited for her after class. Ironically, it was Valentine’s Day, and he’d asked her out. She’d given him her address and phone number, knowing somewhere in her soul that her life had just been completely altered.
Their first kiss was chaste and sweet, but their passion for one another steadily grew to an explosive level. Groping, touching, wanting, but all the while holding back.
“I want to graduate from high school and make something of my life,” Josie had told Mick. “I’ve always been a good girl and I refuse to do anything to screw up my plans, like getting pregnant.”
Mick had touched her face, “We can still have fun without risking anything.”
“What do you mean?” she’d asked quietly.
Mick kissed her, whispering, “Trust me.”
He didn’t try to trick her or make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Mick had eased her down on his bed, undressing her one piece of clothing at a time. When she was wearing nothing but her panties, he’d propped himself up on one elbow to look into her eyes and asked, “Are you OK?” Her response had been to lower his mouth to her breast, urging him to suckle. He’d slipped his hand between her thighs to find her hot and wet. His fingers gently probed, stroking her silkiness, letting instinct guide him to the place where she would discover ecstasy. She came violently, back arching, eyes wide open in an expression of sheer wonder. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d covered her face in kisses, telling Josie how much he loved her, how much he would always love her.
After she’d recovered, Josie had shyly helped him out of his shirt and jeans. As they caressed each other, he’d guided her hand to touch him. She was hesitant at first, but when Mick groaned in anticipation, she’d fully grasped him, letting her inhibitions fall away. She’d licked a trail down his chest to his penis, licking him until his hands twisted the sheets into knots. She’d taken him into her mouth to fully moisten the shaft, finishing him off with a few solid strokes of her hands.
Josie and Mick married the Saturday after they graduated from high school; both of them still technically virgins on their wedding night. Twenty-two years had passed since that day in algebra and they had never had eyes for anyone except each other. Their connection went beyond mere love, lust or sex. It was as if the universe had hand-picked them for each other, had molded their bodies to fit as one entity. Only Mick’s touch could ever satisfy Josie, and Josie was the only woman that Mick could ever love.
About the author: Renae Schroeder is a native Oregonian who loves to write in her spare time. A child of the 1970’s, she dreams of leaving behind her desk job and being a full-time writer someday. She resides in Portland with her husband, two awesome step-children, and a couple of adorable mini-Dachshunds named Sassy and Gypsy.