I could feel every bump and hole, as we drove across the uneven field slowly. Since we were out of money, and tired of my father's ever protective glare, Chris and I decided to have a picnic at the park.
Old Settler's park was different in those days. Without the little brown stumps of wood and connecting wires blocking everything off, you could drive almost anywhere.
That day we drove to the side of the pond, opposite the playgrounds. We didn't have to worry about parking lots and screaming kids. Everything was on the other side.
We finally found a spot Chris was satisfied with: a little cluster of trees to block the playground and other picnickers from seeing us. I climbed out of the car and stretched, hoping that the movement would wake my ass back up. It was hot and sticky, as summer usually is here in Texas. My shirt stuck to my back, even though it was only a ten minute drive from my neighborhood. I unstuck it and waved my shirt up and down in the hope of getting a breeze to cool my skin. I was grateful for the playful gust of wind that snuck up under my skirt to cool my sweat-damp bottom.
Chris was spreading the blanket out and looking over at me nervously. That was always a sure sign that he wanted to see how far I would let him go. We hadn't done much beyond groping. Last time, he got my shirt open and sucked on my nipples. That got me so hot that I let him put his hand down my panties before I stopped him. I felt horrible for denying him, but everything was so new to me. It didn't help that we were never anywhere private. Whether it was his roommates or my parents, the only way we tried anything was away from our houses.
My fear of being caught, during our rather public explorations constantly battled with my excitement of someone watching us and enjoying the show. Usually my fear won out in the end, leaving Chris frustrated. He always understood however, which is why I was more determined to get farther without stopping him this time.
I kicked off my sandals, curling my toes in the warm grass. I stretched again before making my way over there to him. He was unusually quiet, busy with digging through the cooler he had brought.
"Grab me some water, will you?" I ask him, breaking the silence and also, hopefully, whatever strange mood that has settled over us.
He dug back in the cooler and brought out a bottle of water. I walked over to him to get it, and see him looking around nervously.
"What's wrong?" I had to ask, as he was making me nervous too. He muttered 'nothing' under his breath as he held the bottle out to me. He sat and stretched his legs out in front of him as soon as I took it. Looking down at him, I couldn't help but smile at him. Even though this was far from his first time...doing anything really, he was obviously nervous as hell. I couldn't blame him, I kept stopping him.
Determined not to screw this up too, I sat gingerly on his lap, straddling it. He looked surprised and a little relieved as he shifted back to prop himself on his hands. I tried not to blush as I saw the position I'd put myself in. I set the water beside us and he was still just looking at me, waiting.
I wasn't sure what to do. I hate feeling like I'm on the spot, I tend to act impulsively. Uncertainty gripped me, and I hated the awkwardness of it, it wasn't like we hadn't kissed before. I tugged on his shirt and he sat back up. I scooted back a little bit so I wasn't hurting him.
He laughed and grabbed me by the hips, scooting me back up. The move thrust my panties into the wedge of my ass. Now I was settled square on his hips, feeling the bulge of his cock pressed against me. My panties should have been uncomfortable and they were a bit. But I didn't want to fix them in front of him and the pressure forcing my cheeks open was somehow nice. I almost wish that it had been between my pussy lips as well, spreading them as open for him.
As I squirmed on his lap, his eyes widened, and he finally kissed me. Though the kiss was still soft, it wasn't exactly gentle. I could feel the fire behind it, and I knew that he was holding back. I opened my mouth and even then he was tentative. I can't bear that. The Chris I know isn't shy and gentle; he is boisterous, passionate and utterly infuriating.
