Fourth Quarter

"It's OK; it's a friend's house. A cabin actually. I promise to have you home before 7:30." She nodded at the center console. "There's a cell phone if you'd like to call your cousin. Let him know you've got a ride home."

She pulled the car into a space near the front door of a small cabin. He knew they were near the lake and the smell of cedar and pine was fresh in the air. She shut the engine off and opened her car door. Stepping out, she turned and reached for the center console. He admired her cleavage once again as she leaned to remove the cell phone from its holder. She must have sensed his attention, because she looked up at him.

"Mmm... you like the view, do you?" She smiled sweetly. Looking down at her chest, she placed her hands on the outer curves of her breasts, pushing them together and further enhancing the cleft between her breasts. Then she ran her hands over them, obviously enjoying the sensation. "I do, too." He was shocked once again by her level of comfort with her own body. The girls he knew would have giggled and blushed, but never have touched themselves so easily, so casually, and with such pleasure.

She handed him the cell phone and turned to head for the front door. "I'll be inside."

He sat in the car for a moment, a million thoughts running through his head. Nothing had prepared him for an experience like this. Was he going to live up to her expectations? Was he going to regret this? Shit, he was confused now. He dialed his cousin and told him he was with his friend, the girl from the mall. Yeah, she was leaving, this was her last weekend in town. She'd bring him home before his parents got back. He felt silly lying, but he didn't feel like telling the truth. It was easier for him this way; fewer questions were asked. His cousin threw out a couple of flippant remarks and then hung up. The last thing he heard was "Maybe you'll make it past first base, dude!" He laughed out loud. Shit, it was only a week ago when he and his cousin sat around talking about the chicks at school, which ones they'd like to bang. It seemed like childish talk to him now, and his cousin's final remark drove that point home even more.

He pulled his bag from the back of the car and headed into the cabin. It was cool and dimly lit inside, but the back wall was all windows. Sliding glass doors opened onto a deck perched in the trees. The lake lay below, the late afternoon sun glistening on the water. She was standing on the deck, leaning against the railing. He admired the curves of her feminine silhouette for a moment before dropping his bag and heading out.

He came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. She leaned back against him, pressing her back against his chest. She reached up and pulled his head down to her, turning her head to the right to kiss him. Then she reached back and pulled his left hand over her shoulder, placing it inside her shirt. He stiffened with pleasure as he reached inside her bra, the silky smooth fabric on the back of his hand contrasting with her hardening nipple in his fingertips. He pinched her gently and she cupped her breast, pushing it further into his hand. Her hips made a small circular movement as she pressed against him. Oh god, he was ready again.

She fumbled for a moment and untied the wrap blouse. It fell open. Looking over her shoulder, he could see her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. She reached for them, caressing them, reaching her fingers inside the bra to pinch her nipples. He grazed his right hand down her flat belly, sliding a finger inside the waistband of her shorts, pressing and working to undo the top button. His left hand worked its way up her thigh, reaching up into her shorts. He felt a satiny fabric and he traced it out over the top of her leg and back toward her mound. She moaned softly, opening her legs slightly and arching her back, pressing her full cheeks further against him. Now his cock strained mightily in his shorts. He worked a finger up under the satiny fabric, feeling soft pubic hairs. He ran his finger toward her center, pushing the shorts and fabric away with the back of his hand, grazing her clitoris and smooth-shaven lips below.

Moaning, she reached for his hand, grabbing him and pulling him away from her. "Not yet," she said, turning to face him. "Come." She pulled him by the hand back into the house.

He followed her down a short hallway to a bedroom. She pulled him through the room into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. He understood and was grateful. He'd been playing football all afternoon, and then she'd gone down on him in the car. He felt sticky with sex and sweat.

She slipped off the open blouse, unzipped her jean shorts, and stood before him, waiting. He reached for the waistband, peeling the shorts off over her slim yet curvy hips and thighs. She stepped out of the shorts, pushing them across the floor with a delicate foot. Her satin-trimmed panties sat low on her hips, dipping far below the navel. He reached for her, running his hands over her surprisingly bare butt cheeks, feeling the thong panties where they came out from between her legs, a narrow band nestled in her crack. Then he fumbled with her bra, finally unhooking the uncooperative clasp. She slipped her arms out of the straps and stepped back from him, unashamed of her near nakedness.

Stretching, she reached up over her head and he admired her openly, hungrily, his hard-on pulsing in his shorts as a noticeable bulge. She stepped forward and pulled his shirt off over his head and then helped him remove his shorts. Finally, she pulled him into the shower with her, stepping under the running water to drench herself before pushing him into the warm flow from the showerhead.

She reached around him and he enjoyed the way her nipples brushed against his chest. He watched her breasts bounce gently as she lathered a bar of soap behind his back. Then she switched places with him and proceeded to wash his back, his chest, his ass. She skipped his groin and lathered up his legs, skimming her fingers along the creases at the top of his thighs. When she finally placed her hands on his penis, he groaned with pleasure. He shuddered and felt the release of a small amount of precum. She soaped him up well, washing him thoroughly, running her hands up and down his shaft as well as sliding his balls in her palms. Then she stood and pushed him back into the shower stream. He rinsed while she soaped herself up, enjoying the pleasure he took in watching her wash her full tits, her flat stomach, her most intimate parts. She turned so he could wash her back.

It surprised him that he could take such pleasure in touching the small of a woman's back, her slender neck, her finely muscled shoulders. As he moved his hands over her creamy skin, he could feel the musculature beneath the surface and he found himself becoming more and more aroused. When he finished, he pulled her back against him into the streams of water to rinse.

As the last of the soap rinsed away, she opened her legs slightly and captured his cock between them. He felt her strong thighs squeeze him. Then she rose slightly on tiptoe, one leg held a little higher. He could feel the head of his penis pushing against her slick pussy lips. She lowered herself slightly and he pushed himself up into her. He felt her full lips flower open and surround his tip. She stood still, holding him there. Then, without warning, she rose off of him and turned around to face him. He recognized that hungry look in her eyes again. Reaching behind her he turned off the water.

She stepped carefully out of the shower, dripping water on the cool ceramic tiles. Tyler grabbed a towel from the towel bar and wrapped it around her. She was hardly dried when she pushed the damp towel back around him. She skimmed it across his body and then dropped it to the floor. She stood back and looked him up and down, smiling appreciatively. When her lips parted and she licked her lips instinctively, he grabbed her arms and pushed her backwards into the bedroom. He wanted to fuck her. Now.

He pushed her downward until she sat on the edge of bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress. He paused for the briefest of moments when she grabbed his hips, pulling him toward her mouth. This time, she pulled his cock into her mouth greedily as she slid off the bed. He backed up a step and looked down. She was on her knees, taking him in her mouth. He could feel her controlling him with her hands on his hips. He buried his hands in her hair and enjoyed the incredible sensations that rocked through his body. He had never imagined it could be this good, even better than in the car.

Looking down again, he watched his pride slide in and out of her mouth. Again, she had her fingers circled around the base of his shaft. She looked up and stopped, moving her head back, she teased him, flicking him with her tongue, gently sliding her pearly white teeth over the tip. Then she released him, backing up and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He moved toward her, intending to push her legs apart, to push himself into her, but she held up her hand to stop him. He watched while she slipped two fingers into her mouth, wetting them generously with her own saliva. Then she reached down between her legs, burying her fingers in the folds of her vagina. She began to pleasure herself in front of him, catching her clit between her fingers, and then pressing her fingers inside. He could see her getting wetter, getting more and more aroused, a pink flush spreading across her cheeks and her chest.

"Now –" she whispered, and he leaned over her. He pushed his knees against her thighs, pushing them open. She moved toward him, until her ass was right on the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs, then and pushed his cock deep inside. She moaned and he heard her say "Oh, god." He stopped, fully inside her, and felt her warmth pulsing around him. He reached behind her knees, pushing her legs up over his shoulders. He felt himself go even deeper. She whimpered slightly. He eased back, slowly. The pleasure was incredible. He pulled back even further, until just the head of his cock was inside. He relaxed there momentarily, centering himself with a few deep breaths. Each breath caused her to moan, and he could feel her pulling at him with muscles inside her vagina. He had not realized a woman could do that. He took a few short strokes, watching waves of pleasure cross her face. She reached her hands up over her head and he watched her tits bounce while he pumped. Suddenly her thighs gripped him and she stopped him. She looked up at him while she shrugged away from him, leaving a distance between them. A smile played on her lips as her toes pushed against his thighs.

Damn, she was infuriating sometimes!

Grabbing her ankles and twisting them, Tyler forced her to roll. Then he climbed up on the bed and threw her the rest of the way onto her stomach. Grabbing her hips, he hoisted her up onto her hands and knees. He was angry, so he spanked her ass and pulled her toward him. He was ready to ram his cock inside, but just as he began to enter her, she pulled away. Damn, the woman was driving him crazy! He spanked her again, and this time, he held her firmly and he entered her slowly. He stopped halfway, holding her still.

She murmured, "Oh, god," her head falling forward. He could feel her trembling. He stayed still as long as he could, then he rammed into her, setting a quick, steady pace. She pumped against him, and he watched his cock sliding in and out of her, slick with her creamy nectar. She began moaning and whimpering, each thrust increasing the volume of her vocalizations. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward on the bed. He felt her warm, wet walls begin to pulse around his cock, and he reached around to finger her clit. She spread her legs far apart and placed her hand on top of his, guiding him in pleasuring her. "Oh god oh god oh god," she cried, pushing her ass toward him, meeting every thrust he made.

Her shuddering was uncontrollable as she came, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Tyler drilled her hard one last time, pushing himself as far as he could go, his thighs and ass tight with the exertion. He felt himself throb as he released his load deep inside her. Exhausted, he leaned forward, turning her and lying next to her on the bed. She reached over her shoulder and buried her hand in his hair pulling him toward her. He nestled against her and draped his right arm over her side, tracing lacy circles on her stomach, hips, and breasts. God, he felt good. She felt good. They rested a while together like that, until she stirred. He felt himself slip out of her as she pulled away.

Tyler gazed at her sleek body as she walked into the bathroom noting the slight dimples just above her waist. It reminded him of a violin, curvy and sensuous. Moments later she returned with a warm wash cloth. She eased it over his cock, gently wiping him clean. She wiped his entire groin area and his thighs as well. When she finished, she returned the cloth to the bathroom. He relaxed, closing his eyes. He felt the cooling effects of evaporation as he waited for her to return.

When she did, she was wearing a light sweater and jeans. She brought his clothes and bag to the bed. She reached for his hands and pulled him up to a sitting position. Her hands brushed over his chest and then she reached around his neck, leaning toward him for a kiss. Tyler wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. He pulled her closer. She complied, snuggling into his neck for a moment before handing him his shirt. He pulled his bag over and took out his jeans. He stood up from the bed and dressed, watching her watch him. She reached to help him zip and button his jeans. She brushed her fingertips along his waistband, around to his back, and then to the front again. She pushed his shirt up slightly and kissed his stomach. Gently she nipped him, then kissed the spot. This time, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled down at her. Then she released him and put on her shoes and socks. He did the same, sitting next to her on the bed. As she bent to tie her shoe, he leaned over and nipped her on the neck. She leaned into it, her eyes closing in bliss, and he followed it with a kiss. Then she silently got up and headed into the living room.

Tyler finished with his shoes and followed. She was standing out on the deck, right where they had started earlier. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her. After a moment, he turned and walked into the house, closing the sliding door behind him. Once inside, she picked up her own bag and glanced around the room, making sure everything was still in order. She opened the front door for him, checking the lock as she closed it. The cool evening air reminded him of relaxing on the bed. They both got in the car without speaking and she started the engine.

As she drove back toward town, he realized he still didn't know her name. He started to ask her, but she silenced him.

"Sshhh. Don't speak yet. You'll need to tell me how to get to your house. Let me get back to town. You can tell me from there." She reached her hand over the center console and rested it on his thigh. Her fingernails tugged at his inseam. He relaxed back into the seat, glancing at the roads from time to time or turning to studying her face and body. He had the feeling he would never see her again. He wanted to remember her. He wanted to remember it all. During the drive back, he relived moments from their time together, picturing her body, her face, remembering the feelings she aroused in him.

She pulled up to at a stoplight near the edge of town. "Tell me where to go from here." She paused and looked at him expectantly.

Tyler wanted to tell her to take him somewhere else, anywhere. He wanted her to just drive and to keep going. He wanted to do something to extend this, but he knew it was a stupid idea. They'd had the perfect afternoon. He had perfect memories. It couldn't get any better than this, could it?

He directed her how to get to his house. She drove in silence, obeying his commands. As they pulled up in front of his driveway, she turned toward him, putting the car in park. His house was still dark, no one home yet.

"I can't see the numbers. What street is this?" He told her the street address. She repeated it back. "Just in case," she said. "If I'm ever in the area and I need help or something. Just in case."

She leaned over and caressed his face. Gently, sweetly she kissed him. He pushed into her, wanting more. Wanting a memorable ending to it all. He pulled her lower lip into his mouth and bit it gently, then more forcefully. She stiffened, and pushed back, driving her tongue into his mouth. "O god," she murmured as she broke off the kiss. Her shyness had returned and she lowered her head. A few strands of hair hung over her eyes. He pulled her chin up and made her look at him.

She repeated his street address two more times. "I don't live around here, you know. But I want to remember. Just in case."

"Yeah. Just in case," he echoed. "I'm here."

He stepped out of the car, pulling his bag over his shoulder. She watched him as he closed the car door and walked around to her window. She opened the window.

Tyler restated his address one last time before he walked up to the front door. She was pulling away from the curb when he turned for one last look.

His cousin ribbed him for months. Who was she? Did you get any? Every time Tyler just smiled and laughed. "Oh yeah. Wouldn't you like to know all about it?" And every time they played on the field, he scanned the trees and the far end of the parking lot. Someday, maybe, she'd be there again at the end of fourth quarter.