Lacey ran across the lawn in a panic, she could see the car approaching and couldn't let a second slip by for fear of getting caught. She reached the car door and swung it open quickly, hopped in and shut it quietly behind her.
'Go, go, go!' She whispered to the driver without looking at him. Her heart was racing with fear and excitement, she could feel her hands shaking and nervousness warming her face. Once they were away from her street she relaxed a little bit. No one could know what she was doing or who she was doing it with. Her chest heaved up and down and she finally looked at the driver, she felt guilty being here with him, but just looking at him stirred up many other feelings that could simply not be ignored.
'Hey,' she said quietly, and smiled shyly. She had only dreamed of what was happening and now that it was, she had no idea what to say. He only smiled at her coyly, and suddenly the urge to pounce on him right there in the driver's seat almost overwhelmed her.
'Pull over here,' she whispered to him, biting her lip and not taking her eyes from him.
'My car isn't bugged, you know,' He laughed lightly, then glanced over to her face and dropped the smile. Pure desire was pouring off her and when he looked into her eyes it stung him desperately, pulling at him, but he wanted to savour these moments.
'I saw a spot that I thought would be perfect,' He said with a light gulp. She was unconsciously squeezing her thighs in anticipation, still not knowing the right words to say but knowing exactly what she wanted, what she needed. Now.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, trying to think of something else so she didn't seem so ravenous, waiting for the car to stop. When it finally did, she almost stopped breathing, suddenly very aware of what she was about to do and that he was right there with her, finally within arm's reach.
'I'm sorry I'm so paranoid, you know what it's like for me,' she said shakily, trying not to jump straight into things.
'That's okay, just try and relax,' he said and turned to her, which made her heart almost leap out of her throat. He's going to touch me, oh God, he's finally going to touch me, she thought to herself. Lacey's blood was racing in her body, her mind complete jelly, she wondered for a moment what he must be seeing while looking at her, if she was actually maintaining cool composure or if she looked like a half drowned kitten. Maybe he was feeling the same? Probably not. He was the pair's ringleader, cool, calm and collected, but she knew he wanted her badly, he had made that very clear in their communications. He was more likely dying in anticipation than nervous about meeting her.
Of course they'd met a thousand times. Lacey was his girlfriend's good friend and he was her boyfriends best friend. They had casually chatted, drank, played games, watched movies all together for years. Though inside Lacey there was a niggling feeling. She always laughed at his jokes, she genuinely thought they were funny, but then she noticed how she felt when they made eye contact a little too long. How she got nervous all of a sudden when it was just them in the room. She knew she shouldn't feel like that, there was nothing to worry about, but then it dawned on her that she had a little schoolgirl crush.
Lacey never thought anything of it at all, least of all that he might ever feel the same or act on it. Until he visited her by himself one night, claiming he wanted some weed. She felt a rush like nothing else she'd felt before and almost buckled at the knees just at the sight of him at her door. They talked a little bit and she didn't mention anything beyond the usual, though her body screamed for him. He went home, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but everything had changed. She touched herself that night to images in her mind that she would never have dreamed up if it wasn't for her intense, burning desire for him.
She was guilt ridden, but her boyfriend had treated her like shit for most of their relationship, so she figured after a while that it evened out. Once her guilt had evaporated there was only one thing to do, she picked up her phone and texted him, the one she wanted with every fiber of her body.
So here she was looking at him, her body eroding her will to stay seated. He reached over to her thigh and caressed it gently, his skin was smooth and so was hers, it was like silk on silk. She couldn't help but let a quiet sigh of eagerness escape her lips. Lacey had dressed in a knee length black dress and let her hair down. The dress had a zip running completely from top to bottom at the front. He had texted her one night after she'd worn it to a party and told her that he liked it, it was also very practical. It had ridden up to halfway up her thigh while she was sitting and his fingers inched closer and closer to the hem, every stroke upward. She could feel the moisture between her legs growing and she was completely paralyzed by his touch.