At supper that night, Scott and Cassie tried to act normal, but Scott knew their eyes lingered on each other a split-second longer than before. Every time he looked at Cassie, his mind was suddenly filled with flashes of what they had done, and then he had to look away as his cock hardened.
"How was your day?" his mother said, and he shifted in his seat as the flashbacks took over his vision again. "Good," he finally managed to answer.
"How about you, Cassie?"
"Fine. Hot." Suddenly she realized the pun she'd made, and she bit her lower lip as she smiled. "I have to work the late shift tomorrow."
"Okay. Well, I can take you to the pool, but I won't be able to pick you up. Can you get a ride home?"
"I can pick her up," Scott said immediately, then wished he hadn't. Usually his mother would have asked him and he would have rolled his eyes and acted annoyed. God, he was being way too obvious! Going to have to stop that. But he couldn't even remember what normal was anymore.
"That'd be great," Cassie said. "I get done at six."
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As he swung his car into the parking lot he saw Cassie coming out of the snack bar. She had a bathing suit on again, this time a blue one a little skimpier than her green one. He took a deep breath as he watched her approach. Then she opened the door and threw a towel over the seat and got in.
"Hi, Babe," he said, trying not to leer. But damn, she was so gorgeous!
"Hi," she said, looking down, smiling. He put the car in gear and pulled out. The windows were down, and the air made Cassie's hair flow out and shimmer. They rode in silence for a few minutes, and then, looking out the window, Cassie said, "Scott?"
"Hm?"
She turned her head toward him, then said, "I want to do it again."
"So do I. Again, and again, and again."
She sat back in the seat. "God, I'm so horny I want to pop! But Mom and Dad are gonna be home!"
"Hm, that's no problem. We'll just make a little stop on the way."
"Ooh." Now she was really smiling. "But where are we gonna go?"
"Don't worry, I'll find a place." He was looking at her out the corner of his eye as he steered, feeling his cock getting warm. He reached over and ran the back of his finger over her crotch. "You're wet," he said. "That your suit or your pussy?"
She leaned back further in her seat, letting her legs open a little, and said, "Both." Then she reached over and gave a squeeze to the bulge in his pants. "You're hard."
"Babe, I've been hard all day."
They smiled and fell silent again; then he swerved onto a small gravel road and quickly they were engulfed in trees. When he stopped the car, the only sounds were the buzz of cicadas and the rustling of the trees. "How'd you know about this place?" she said.
"I didn't. I just saw it." He wasn't about to tell her he'd tried to bag one of his girlfriends there--not that it mattered, because he'd never even gotten to second base before she'd popped him in the gut and demanded he take her home.
The road ended a few yards ahead of them, and he could see no signs of anyone or anything around. It looked perfect. "Okay," he said, "grab your towel and let's go."
Outside, she lay the towel in a patch of grass. He couldn't wait any more, so he grabbed her and kissed her, pulling her against him. "Mm," she said into his mouth, as they pressed their hips together, seeking what they knew they liked. This time their tongues snaked together deeper, and his hands went down and cupped her buttocks, then stroked over them. In response, she wormed her fingers under the waistband of his pants, then pulled his shirt out. When she slipped her hands inside, the feel of her warm palms on his skin made his suck his breath in. So he pulled the back of her bathing suit together, making it into a thong, and caressed her bare butt.
