the streetlamp.
“Yeah, just rock ‘n’ roll, Just April . Nothing fancy, just music for people to get out of their heads for a while, hopefully. Move around a little bit, maybe. We just want it to be good. We work hard. The people come out into the night and spend money and listen. What about you, April? What do you do outside of Ben’s Food Place?”
“Read,” I blurted. “I just read everything.”
In the wide driveway that led up to the Best Western parking lot, Stevie swung me into him, chest to chest. It was the warmest moment of my life.
His soft lips, surrounded by stubble, brushed against mine.
I know the cliché of fireworks going off when lovers kiss. Mine was more like a lightning bolt. It hit me. It knocked me senseless. It left me tingling all over.
“April,” he whispered and kissed me again, harder. Our tongues did a soulful dance. My hands around his waist; his hands were around my shoulders.
My euphoria reached unknown (to me) heights. I mean I literally can’t remember what happened next. I remember our first kiss outside the Best Western and then I remember we were in his room. Beam me up, Scotty.
Maybe he was an angel. Maybe his kiss was a lightning bolt. All I know is, I was his.
The Best Western Placerville was a decent place. Old, but clean and sturdy. It was 3 floors. Stevie was on the 3rd floor with a king size bed. His door clicked shut. He grabbed the same wrist that Kenny had grabbed earlier and whirled me toward him again. He kissed me rough and hard. His lips came off mine to attack my neck. He bit me. He unbuttoned the 2nd and 3rd buttons on my work polo and scraped his teeth down my chest. Then he was back on my mouth. In my mouth. I felt light headed.
He rammed his hips into mine, grabbed me by the upper arms and drove me into the hotel wall. I moaned. “Oh god, Stevie,” I panted, “Oh god.” I was alive for the first time. The universe made sense. It was all worth it.
He put his hands on my shirt where the collar was open at my chest and tore the fabric in two except for bottom seam. He brought the pieces up off my shoulders, scooted them down my upper arms, and the shirt dropped to the floor around my feet. He looked down at my breasts hanging in my old bra. I didn’t care. His mouth engulfed my open mouth. He grabbed under my chin and put my head back. His tongue felt huge in my mouth.
He got off me, but held me by the neck. He looked me up and down with sneer of lust on his face. He dropped his hand from my neck. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He slowly took his t-shirt over his head. His torso looked magnificent in the slight glow of the parking lot lights through the louvered wooden blinds on the little hotel room terrace. His abs and chest were hard. His biceps were tattooed and so lean they had indentations on the side.
He threw his t-shirt to the floor. He kneeled before me and unbuckled my belt. I leaned my head back against the wall, thrilled by the moment, and terrified that my thunder thighs were about to be exposed. He peeled my jeans down. Yep, I had worn big granny panties. He kissed those panties right on top of my pubic hair. Yep, I needed a trim. He brought my jeans on down, leaning to the side to kiss my hip at the panty line. He took me out of my old black Ked’s and had my Jeans completely off.
He was kneeling squarely before me. His hands went slowly up my outer thighs. He grasped the top of my panties and brought them down 1 inch. 2 inches. I was getting tunnel vision but managed to look at his face. His tongue was out and curled up over the side of his upper lip. He left my panties there, but pulled them out in the front. He began to lick me with the flat of his tongue starting just above my pubic hair. Slowly, he licked up my stomach, across my belly button and up just below my bra.
He stood up and leaned on me. His head was beside mine. He pushed off of me. “Get that bra
“Yeah, just rock ‘n’ roll, Just April . Nothing fancy, just music for people to get out of their heads for a while, hopefully. Move around a little bit, maybe. We just want it to be good. We work hard. The people come out into the night and spend money and listen. What about you, April? What do you do outside of Ben’s Food Place?”
“Read,” I blurted. “I just read everything.”
In the wide driveway that led up to the Best Western parking lot, Stevie swung me into him, chest to chest. It was the warmest moment of my life.
His soft lips, surrounded by stubble, brushed against mine.
I know the cliché of fireworks going off when lovers kiss. Mine was more like a lightning bolt. It hit me. It knocked me senseless. It left me tingling all over.
“April,” he whispered and kissed me again, harder. Our tongues did a soulful dance. My hands around his waist; his hands were around my shoulders.
My euphoria reached unknown (to me) heights. I mean I literally can’t remember what happened next. I remember our first kiss outside the Best Western and then I remember we were in his room. Beam me up, Scotty.
Maybe he was an angel. Maybe his kiss was a lightning bolt. All I know is, I was his.
The Best Western Placerville was a decent place. Old, but clean and sturdy. It was 3 floors. Stevie was on the 3rd floor with a king size bed. His door clicked shut. He grabbed the same wrist that Kenny had grabbed earlier and whirled me toward him again. He kissed me rough and hard. His lips came off mine to attack my neck. He bit me. He unbuttoned the 2nd and 3rd buttons on my work polo and scraped his teeth down my chest. Then he was back on my mouth. In my mouth. I felt light headed.
He rammed his hips into mine, grabbed me by the upper arms and drove me into the hotel wall. I moaned. “Oh god, Stevie,” I panted, “Oh god.” I was alive for the first time. The universe made sense. It was all worth it.
He put his hands on my shirt where the collar was open at my chest and tore the fabric in two except for bottom seam. He brought the pieces up off my shoulders, scooted them down my upper arms, and the shirt dropped to the floor around my feet. He looked down at my breasts hanging in my old bra. I didn’t care. His mouth engulfed my open mouth. He grabbed under my chin and put my head back. His tongue felt huge in my mouth.
He got off me, but held me by the neck. He looked me up and down with sneer of lust on his face. He dropped his hand from my neck. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He slowly took his t-shirt over his head. His torso looked magnificent in the slight glow of the parking lot lights through the louvered wooden blinds on the little hotel room terrace. His abs and chest were hard. His biceps were tattooed and so lean they had indentations on the side.
He threw his t-shirt to the floor. He kneeled before me and unbuckled my belt. I leaned my head back against the wall, thrilled by the moment, and terrified that my thunder thighs were about to be exposed. He peeled my jeans down. Yep, I had worn big granny panties. He kissed those panties right on top of my pubic hair. Yep, I needed a trim. He brought my jeans on down, leaning to the side to kiss my hip at the panty line. He took me out of my old black Ked’s and had my Jeans completely off.
He was kneeling squarely before me. His hands went slowly up my outer thighs. He grasped the top of my panties and brought them down 1 inch. 2 inches. I was getting tunnel vision but managed to look at his face. His tongue was out and curled up over the side of his upper lip. He left my panties there, but pulled them out in the front. He began to lick me with the flat of his tongue starting just above my pubic hair. Slowly, he licked up my stomach, across my belly button and up just below my bra.
He stood up and leaned on me. His head was beside mine. He pushed off of me. “Get that bra
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