Innocent Rose
She checked her reflection and fixed her hair. When she was satisfied, she hopped nimbly through the window, dropping quietly only the ground a few feet below. She paused, making sure no one had heard her exit. Then, satisfied that she’d slipped stealthily out, she snuck down the driveway, to the car waiting at the corner.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Her heart raced as she opened the passenger door and the light inside clicked on, revealing the smirk on his face.
“I told you it’d be easy,” he said.
She sat in the seat and closed the door, the light slowly fading back to darkness. She looked down at her bare legs, sticking out from beneath the skirt of the dress he’d asked her to wear, more interested in them, it seemed, than the person she felt like she was jeopardizing her freedom for. “What if I get caught?”
He chuckled and then shifted the car into drive. “You have to live a little, Rose. What’s life without a little risk?”
She knew she was being stupid. No one would know she was gone. And if she was caught, what was the worst that could happen?
Despite her parent’s curfew, she was eighteen. She was in college. She was old enough to make her own decisions. And if she wanted to go out on a Thursday night instead of studying for her mid-term, she should be able to do so without fear. Her parents had controlled her entire life, now she wanted to take charge.
“So, where are you taking me?” Despite her excitement, her voice still held a slightly nervous tremble in it.
He smiled and kept his eyes on the road but didn’t answer her question. His name was Carter and she’d met him only a week ago on campus.
“Hey there,” he’d asked. “I wonder if you could help me.”
She shrugged, looking at the man. He had to be in his late twenties, at least. His eyes drew her in immediately, and she allowed herself a shy smile as she responded, “I guess so. What do you need?”
He’d looked her up and down before responding, and she’d felt a little thrill that this older guy she didn’t know was checking her out. She’d had the boys in her high school look at her, but not like he did. There was more than just the simple adolescent lust in his eyes. There was something deeper.
“I’m dropping some samples off for the biology lab,” he said, indicating the box at his feet she hadn’t noticed. “Could you show me where it is?”
She bit her lip. She’d only had a vague idea of where it was, having never taken a class in there, but she didn’t want to tell him she couldn’t help her. So, she nodded. “Sure… ummm… it’s this way,” then added under her breath, “I think.”
He walked beside her, making some chatty conversation she couldn’t recall. Then when they’d finally found the place—after only one detour—he thanked her.
“Hey, I’m Carter, by the way.” He extended a hand toward her.
She took it. “My name’s Rose,” she introduced herself. She knew her name was a bit old-fashioned, but her parents were old-fashioned kind of people.
If her name bothered Carter though, he didn’t reveal it. Instead, still gripping her hand, he pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips. The kiss lasted only a second before she pushed herself away. She’d been so shocked by his presumption that she couldn’t even find the words to reprimand him.
“So, what do you think?” he asked, looking at her with those eyes of his. “Do you think I could have your number?”
Before she knew it, she’d sent him a text, giving him her contact info. She couldn’t explain why she’d done it. She should have just slapped the man when he’d kissed her. But thinking back, the second that their lips touched was probably one of the most exciting things that had happened to her in all her eighteen years. She didn’t want to say anything to him, but his lips were the first pair of lips that had touched hers.
Now, a week later, sitting in his car, she wanted to feel those lips against hers again.
“Please tell me where you’re taking me,” whined Rose as she looked over at him.
He gave her the briefest glance. The side of his mouth curled up into a little smirk. “You told me you needed to break free. You said you needed to get out of your comfort zone and try something wild. That’s what we’re going to do tonight.”
Now her heart really was beating. Her hands became moist and her head felt suddenly feverish. He couldn’t do this to her. She never should have confessed all those things to him, but he had a way.
They’d texted each other for a few days before he’d brought up the subject.
What do you want? he texted.
And she sent a reply like she would to anyone. Run my own company.
Lol! You really are innocent.
What do you mean? she responded.
I’m not asking what you want to be when you grow up, he texted.
What are you asking?
It took him a while to respond, and she got a little nervous he was cutting off communication with her. She kept checking her cell and grew more and more disheartened as no message came. But then, as she climbed into bed, the phone finally buzzed.
I checked the message and read the three simple words he’d typed.
In a partner.
Now it was Rose’s turn to take a while to respond. She had no answer for the question. She’d never been on a date, let alone contemplated about what she wanted in a guy. Now this guy she hardly knew was asking her to come up with an answer on the spot.
Her fingers began typing, and before she knew it, she’d had an answer for him.
I want to be surprised.
Carter texted her back immediately, as if he’d already had it typed in and was only waiting on her. Weak. What else?
She sighed. It was the only thing she could think of. As she was trying to formulate another response, her phone buzzed again.
What would make you excited to be with a guy? he asked.
She shrugged, even knowing he couldn’t see her. He has to be good looking.
Even as she sent the message, Rose knew he wouldn’t like that answer, so she immediately began typing again. I guess I want a guy who can help me break free.
Get me out of my comfort zone.
Make me do something wild.
She re-read the texts. Even if she’d never really thought about it before, every word of what she’d written was true. Because of her parents, she’d never really been able to let loose and do her own thing. They were very strict. She could hang out with friends, but only other girls, and only if it was scheduled. Otherwise she had to be right home after school. She’d never been to a party, or on a date.
Rose thought when she went to college, even though she was still living at home, she would be able to break free of their rules. But even though it was already the middle of her first semester, nothing had changed. It was still the same old rules and regulations with them.
The phone buzzed. She got a smiling emoji in response. She’d finally found the words he was looking for.
Another message came a few seconds later.
Can I take you out one night?
She looked over her shoulder instinctively, as if her mother or father would be standing right behind her bed reading the whole conversation. Rose’s cheeks burned as she thought that this guy was asking her out for the very first time.
You mean like a date???
He took a minute to respond, and she grew nervous again. What if he didn’t mean a date? What if she just made it awkward.
But then his response came, and she felt better. Lol. So innocent.
A second message came a second later. If that’s what you want to call it. Yes.
Rose clutched the phone to her chest as if she were hugging the man on the other side. She let out a sigh and then texted. When?
Thursday?
10pm.
She let out another sigh. This one not as content. She needed to let him know.
That’s my curfew.
Her parents were going to ruin everything again. Just because they insisted on treating her like a child.
You’re 18 right? You set your own curfew. Take a risk. Life sucks without risk.
OK.
See you then?
Yes.
Wear a dress.
As she sent this last line of text to him, she looked to her window. Her parents would never let her go out that late on a Thursday night, whether she was eighteen or not. She would just have to sneak out.
And she did. She still couldn’t believe she’d actually done it. In all her eighteen years, she’d never done anything that courageous before.
He drove for a few minutes longer, before he announced, “We’re almost there.”
She looked out the window to see where they were. It was just the part of town where all the shops and restaurants were. Being that she was wearing her nice dress, Rose hoped that he was planning on taking her someplace fancy.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” asked Rose.
He shook his head. “I also thought you wanted to be surprised.”
The fact that he remembered so much of their conversation was both thrilling and frightening. It showed that he paid attention, but maybe he paid a little too much attention. Her mother had warned her about guys that showed “stalker tendencies,” as she’d put it. But Rose wanted to believe that was all just part of her overprotectiveness of her.
She decided to trust him until anything he did raised an alarm in her head.
“You said you wanted a guy who would make you do something wild, and get you out of your comfort zone,” he repeated her words again.
She nodded, a lump forming in her throat. What was he going to make her do? She pictured any number of things—none of them she really looked forward to doing.
He pulled up in front of an ice-cream shop, put the car in park, and shut off the engine. The place was all but empty except for the man behind the counter who looked like he could be as old as her father. He stood, leaning on the register, bored and checking the clock every few seconds, as if he couldn’t wait to close up for the night.
Rose stared at Carter, confused. “What are we doing here?”
Carter smiled. He grabbed a ten-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to her. “I’m going to put your little request to the test. You’re definitely going to move out of your comfort zone tonight… if you really want to, anyway.”
Of course she wanted to. She hadn’t been lying to him when she’d written those things. She wanted a guy who would push her to try things she’d never done before.
But at the same time she was confused. “And I’m going to do that by getting ice cream?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Just go in, order whatever you want, and sit at that table right there.” He pointed at the small round table against the wall opposite the counter. “And make sure you face the counter.”
She arched an eyebrow, still not understanding what was happening here. But she took the ten dollars and opened her door. She paused when she saw that he wasn’t getting out with her. “You’re not coming?” she asked.
Another knowing smile. “No. I’m going to wait in the car.”
The alarm bells were ringing now. What was this guys deal? She shut the door hard and turned on him. “No. I’m not going to go in there just to get kidnapped or raped or something like that! Take me home.”
He rolled his eyes but continued smiling. Then he very calmly, very quietly said, “You said you wanted to get out of your comfort zone and do something wild.” He looked over his shoulder at the ice cream shop. “But I can see where this would come off as creepy. So, let me tell you what we’re doing.”
“That would be nice,” she said with a little bit of venom in her voice.
“I’m going to sit in the car while you order ice cream. You will go inside and sit where I told you to sit. Then I am going to text you some instructions that I want you to follow. You can stop whenever you want, but I’m going to push you out of your comfort zone.”
Rose looked out the windshield for a moment, not sure she wanted to look him in those wonderful eyes of his.
This was what she’d said, but now that the moment was here, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to go through with it. What was he going to make her do? Why wouldn’t he just tell her now? She shook her head, she couldn’t go through with it.
“I can’t.”
He nodded, pursing his lips slightly. He turned the engine back on. “Okay. I’ll take you home then.”
Her heart beat even faster now. Nervous about what he’d think of her if she ran home with her tail tucked between her legs. He’d think she was a coward—that she would never do anything out of the ordinary. She couldn’t let that happen. She should at least give this a try.
“Wait!” she cried before he could pull away. Then, before she could change her mind again, she clutched the bill tightly in her hand and opened the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Closing the door and still tightly gripping the bill in her hand, Rose looked into the window of the ice cream shop and took a deep, steadying, calming breath.
She could do this. He wasn’t going to make her do anything too crazy. She told herself these things to strengthen her resolve.
Then she walked inside.
The bells attached to the bag of the door chimed merrily, rousing the shop owner from his boredom. He stood straighter when he saw Rose enter. He gave her a smile as she stepped up to the counter.
She felt a little out of place, walking into this place in a nice white dress. This was the kind of place you went to in a t-shirt, shorts and sandals.
The smell of vanilla and chocolate wafted into her nose, making her mouth salivate. She gave the man a polite, “Hello,” as she looked in the freezer at the different flavors he had.
“What can I get you?” he asked.
Even with flavors like birthday cake, chocolate-banana, and orange-crème, Rose pointed to the most basic flavor. “I’ll take two scoops of vanilla please, with some sprinkles.”
The man nodded, and about ten seconds later, Rose was holding a small cup of ice cream. She paid and got her change, and then walked over to sit at the table that Carter had instructed her to sit at.
The man behind the counter watched her with a smile. She smiled back at him and began eating, all the while eyeing her phone she’d placed on the table.
She’d taken two spoonfuls of the ice cream when the phone buzzed. She hesitated, taking another mouthful of ice cream instead. She didn’t want to look at the message. Instead, she looked out the window at the car. She couldn’t see Carter through the tinted windows, but could feel him watching her.
Her hands shook as she placed the spoon in her cup and picked up her phone. She checked the message and saw what Carter said.
He’s looking at you.
She glanced at the older man behind the counter. Indeed he was looking at her, but he quickly turned away when she met his gaze.
Her phone buzzed.
Blow him a kiss.
Her eyes went wide and she looked back toward the car. Why would Carter want her to do that? She put the phone down.
It was a silly suggestion, and mostly harmless. Yes, it was something she normally wouldn’t do, but she couldn’t think of any excuse not to do it.
Waiting for the man to glance her way again, she stared in his direction. When he caught her looking at him though, his eyes fixed on hers. She smiled, and then pursed her lips like she was giving him a kiss from across the room.
His face scrunched into an expression of confusion, which quickly turned into amusement, and then embarrassment. He turned away, his cheeks red.
The phone buzzed again.
Good job.
She smiled. That hadn’t been hard at all—and it was kind of fun.
Another message came in—her next command. Drip some ice cream on your leg.
The elation she’d just felt quickly vanished. If the first instruction was odd, this one was even stranger. She looked in the direction of his car and curved an eyebrow in confusion.
In response to her look, her phone buzzed again.
Trust me.
She sighed, very audibly, which seemed to catch the older man’s attention. He turned toward her again, as she put the phone down and nervously picked up her spoon.
Again, the suggestion seemed so innocent. She didn’t understand how dropping some ice cream on her leg was supposed to help her let loose. She scoop only a small dollop of the white, creamy dessert, and since the man behind the counter was still watching her, she made a show of pretending to eat it, but “accidentally” dropping it on her leg.
The small bit of ice cream landed just below the hem of her skirt on her thigh. A cold shiver ran up her leg and through her body. Stupid to think, but that ice cream was freezing! Touching her warm skin, it quickly started melting, dripping down between her thighs.
Her phone buzzed before she could do anything.
Now grab a napkin and clean it up.
What kind of game was he playing? Rose truly was confused. First, he asks her to drop ice cream on herself, then immediately tells her to clean it up.
She had no problem grabbing a napkin and dabbing away the cold melting cream on her thigh. She quickly wiped it up and put the napkin back on the table. Then the phone buzzed again.
You can do better than that.
Spread those legs and get it all.
Eyes wide, she read the message three times before she placed the phone back on the table. Her mother always told her a lady didn’t spread her legs in public. If she did, she knew her skirt was short enough that she’d be in full view of the man behind the counter—if he happened to be looking in her direction.
Shifting uncomfortably in the metallic seat, Rose thought that this was her limit. She couldn’t just expose herself to this guy.
Carter must have noticed her momentary hesitation, because he sent another message.
You can do this.
One sigh, then another.
Rose didn’t want to seem weak in front of him. She wanted to get out and do something wild. She wanted a guy to push her. And really, what harm could there be if this guy did see her panties? The idea that someone besides herself would see them, especially a guy who was clearly ogling her, was a little exciting.
Her hand grabbed another napkin. This time, she spread her legs and began wiping the insides of her thighs. First, the sensation of just running the paper along her skin was enough to send small tingled through her body. She never realized that it could feel that good. Second, from the moment she opened her legs Rose could feel the eyes of the older man on her. His eyes were wide as he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking right up her skirt at her pale yellow panties. Strangely enough, this sent another thrill through her body, and the feeling centered inside her crotch.
Why did if feel like that? She felt only mild embarrassment that this man was looking at her which were far overshadowed by the feelings of… arousal? Was that what it was?
She thoroughly wiped clean both of her inner thighs, making sure she got every bit of the melted ice cream on them, before lifting her head and placing the napkin back on the table. Then looking up at the gentleman behind the counter she gave him an embarrassed and sheepish grin, as if she had been caught doing something naughty—which technically she had been. Only when the man gave her a knowing smile back did she close her legs.
Her cheeks were warm, but she smiled as she realized that between her legs was warmer than usual as well. She shouldn’t feel this way, and yet, she had enjoyed it. She just couldn’t figure out why?
It was probably because her parents had always showed her how to be so prim and proper, and this was the first true act of rebellion she’d ever done. She contemplated that for a moment, but was distracted when her phone buzzed again.
How do you feel?
Her fingers flew over the letters. Strangely… pretty good.
Good. One more thing.
She waited with baited breath, a tiny bit nervous by what he was going to make her do, but mostly intrigued now. Each thing she’d done—the kiss, the ice cream, cleaning up—so far they’d left her feeling invigorated. She wanted to see what the next thing was.
So when the message came up, she was a little disappointed.
Finish your ice cream, and go to the bathroom.
That was anti-climactic, she thought. After showing the man her wide-open legs, she was expecting something a little more daring.
But she did as she was told, finished the rest of her dessert and walked into the bathroom. She noticed that the guy’s eyes never left her as she walked passed him, obviously expecting another little show from her. Once she was inside and closed the door, her phone buzzed again.
Take off your panties.
Her eyes once more went wide. Each time she thought she was ready for his next command, he’d thrown her for a loop. Did he really expect her to do this?
Instinctively, she knew the answer was yes.
She must have been standing there for a long time, because the next thing she knew, her phone was buzzing again.
Are you still there?
Yes, she replied.
If you don’t want to do it…
He let the statement hang in the air.
Rose was aware that she could just leave now, and it would be over, but she didn’t want to. She was going to see this through. She lifted her skirt and watching herself in the mirror, she peeled the pale-yellow panties off herself and let them drop to the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror, skirt pulled up and her most intimate area out in the open. She was glad she’d shaved before her “date” tonight—though she wasn’t sure this qualified as a date anymore.
Picking her undergarment up from the floor, she sent Carter back a message.
Off.
His reply came quickly.
Good.
Come out, and go to the counter.
Hand the man the panties, and thank him for the ice cream.
She sighed again. She’d come this far. She wasn’t going to turn back now.
She straightened her dress again, covering herself, and walked out of the bathroom, panties in hand.
It felt strange walking around knowing that there was nothing covering her. The slight breeze playing across her slit felt odd, but also very pleasant. That warm feeling began to fill the region again, and she knew once more she was becoming aroused by what she was doing.
Behind the counter, the man watched her as she came out of the bathroom. Her cheeks flushed, and she almost lost her nerve, she looked to the door and Carter’s car beyond it, and thought about just running out of the shop.
Instead, she took a deep breath and strode up to the counter confidently. She held out the hand with the wadded up panties inside and handed them to the man.
“Thanks for the ice cream,” she said. Then, not able to look him in the eye, she turned and walked toward the door. She had to hold in a laugh, and was sure that the man’s reaction was something to behold.
Just as she reached the door though, her phone buzzed one last time.
Turn around, and lift your skirt for him to see.
She looked at the car, still trying not to laugh. But she was on such a high with everything she’d already done, that she barely hesitated this time.
She turned and waited for the man’s attention. When she saw his head raise to look at her, she quickly raised the front of her skirt and let him see her bare mound.
His reaction was priceless. He did a double-take, as if to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, and then he snorted. She was sure if he’d had anything in his mouth, it would have come out of his nose.
“Thank you,” he said with enthusiasm. “Come again.”
Then she lowered the skirt and fled from the shop. She practically bounded back to the car and slammed the door behind her. Only then did she let out a bellow of laughter. She’d never laughed so hard in all her life. It was part nervousness, and part humor, but she filled the air with the joyous sound until she was out of breath.
Only after she finished did Carter pull the car away. As they sped off, Rose took one last glance over at the shop and saw the man still looking at the car, as if to get one more glimpse of her.
“So, how did that feel?” Carter asked her. “Was that wild enough for you?”
She nodded. “That was pretty wild.” She laughed again, unable to stop herself. “I was nervous throughout though. Why did you have me do those things?”
He smiled. “You wanted to. You just didn’t know it.”
“I didn’t want to do things like that!” protested Rose.
Arching an eyebrow, Carter continued driving. “So, then what did you mean by wanting me to make you do something wild?”
Rose opened her mouth to respond, but no answer came to mind. She thought about it. What did she mean when she’d said that? She honestly didn’t know.
She was forced to shrug.
Carter switched the subject. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
He smiled. That smile of his was enough to melt her. Between those eyes and that smile, Rose was putty in his hands, ready to mold however he saw fit.
“Are you ready for another round?” he asked.
She tilted her head to the side in question, and stared at him. “I thought we were done.”
He shook his head and laughed. “So, you thought I was just going to take you to the ice cream parlor and then take you straight back home?”
“No. But…” Not knowing what to say, she let her words trail off.
They were outside of town now. The roads were darker because there were no street lights. The only light was the headlights of the car, there didn’t seem to even be another person on the road. Carter didn’t take his eyes off the road as he spoke.
“If you’re ready to play, then lift your skirt.”
“What?” Rose asked unbelievingly. “Why?”
He cleared his throat, but then gave a rather mischievous smile. “Well, you see, my date went and exposed herself to a total stranger, and then didn’t even have the decency to let me see.”
Rose shook her head in a mocking fashion. “That bitch!”
“Yeah. She pretends to be all innocent, but I know that deep down, she’s really a bad girl.”
Was she a bad girl? Rose didn’t want to say that she was, yet at the very mention of lifting her skirt to show him, her hands had automatically inched down to the hem of her dress. Maybe he was right. Maybe deep down she really did want to be a bad girl.
Her breathing became rapid again. Was she really going to do this? Wasn’t this just the kind of thing her parents had warned her about? This was the kind of guy she was supposed to stay away from—any guy who wanted her to do these lewd things.
Truth be told, she was supposed to stay away from all guys.
“W-well,” she stammered. “I guess it’s really not fair to you if your date is showing herself off to other men.” She paused, her fingers right on the hem of her skirt. “I guess, we’ll have to fix that.”
Before she could change her mind, she lifted her ass off the seat and slide her skirt quickly up her legs, revealing everything to this man she’d barely known a week. She kept her legs closed, letting him see only the barest sign of her private area while she sat in the seat.
“Happy?”
Carter chanced just the barest glance down at her. “Beautiful.”
Her cheeks burned red once more, and she looked away, hiding her satisfied smile. Other than her father, no other man had ever called her beautiful before.
“Let me ask you something,” said Carter, continuing to drive further out of town. “How do you feel right now?”
Shrugging, Rose turned back toward Carter. She could feel embarrassed, or shocked, or humiliated for all the things he’d ordered her to do. But she didn’t. It was a great contradiction. This was how she was supposed to feel—how she was told she should feel. But when all was said and done, she felt, “Free.”
“Free?” He raised an eyebrow and turned toward her. “Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, how could I not? I’m pretty much going against everything my parents ever told me. I should feel guilty, but I don’t. I feel exhilarated. I feel like I want to do more. I feel… free!”
She wanted to open up the window, hang her head out and shout to the world, but she wasn’t sure how much Carter would like that—though she supposed he would enjoy the view if she were to lift her ass out of the seat and lean over.
The freedom she felt right now was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She felt as if she’d been kept inside a box for her entire life, and that someone had finally opened it for her. She could feel the fresh air and see the light for the first time in her life and it felt wonderful.
She thought about the few outrageous things she’d already done tonight and imagined what else she could do. She thought about how much fun she’d missed out on for not defying her parents before tonight, and about how she would never miss an opportunity to let loose again.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” he asked, snapping Rose from her daydreaming.
“Yeah,” she said dreamily, looking out the window. Then, deciding then and there she was going to see this through to the end, she turned to Carter and asked, “What’s next?”
He gave her a look of delight, seeing that she was fully accepting his little game. He knew at that moment she wouldn’t give him anymore resistance. Not wasting anymore time, he decided it was time to go for the goal.
“Show me your breasts.”
She didn’t even blink. Her hands went right to the clasp behind her neck of the dress and undid it, then slid it over her shoulders until her breasts were exposed. She had worn a dress that didn’t require a bra, and so when she pulled it down, Carter got a full view of her modest b-cups.
She was a sight. Her light skin in the dim light, covering only her midsection. She might as well have been sitting naked in his car at that moment. And the funny thing about it was, she didn’t care. The actually liked it.
The car slowed, and crunched on the uneven gravel as it slowed. Glancing through her window, Rose saw nothing but trees. She wasn’t sure where they were, but this was definitely a deserted area.
Carter unlatched his seatbelt and shifted in his seat, facing her fully for the first time that evening. He looked her up and down, much like she pictured a wolf looking at its prey. His eyes focused on her breasts and her bare crotch, and by the way he fixated on those areas it was clear he liked what he saw.
Nodding his head toward her, he simply stated, “Masturbate for me.”
This time there was a slight hesitation, only because she wasn’t sure where to start. She had played with herself before, she couldn’t deny that. She enjoyed the feeling of her fingers caressing certain areas. But she had never even thought about doing it in front of another person.
Slowly, Rose took each breast in hand and rubbed them. She held each one in her hands, mashing them against her body, and ran her fingers across her nipples. The motion of her fingers felt good to her. Playing her nimble fingers over her nipples, she quickly brought them to a full hardness. All the while, her eyes watched for Carter’s reaction.
But he just watched, giving nothing away.
She slid her hands down across her breasts one last time then over the scrunched dress still covering her flat stomach. And then she plunged between her legs, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
Eyes closed, toying both with her erect nipple and her virgin love mound, she got more and more into her masturbation routine.
“Darling, spread your legs a little for me,” he asked quietly.
Moaning softly, she complied, spreading open the pink wetness of her virgin hole and began stroking her clit with her index finger. She couldn’t believe herself how wet she was down there. It felt almost like she’d peed herself, but she knew that wasn’t the case. She’d been turned on since she’d been eating the ice cream and teasing the guy there. Now her body needed this.
Her breaths began to come in shorter gasps as she slid first one, then two fingers inside of herself. She didn’t even know what had possessed her to do it. Nothing had ever entered that hole before, and when she’d rubbed herself before, she’d always made sure to stay on the outside. Now, there was an animal lust that needed to be satiated, and it needed to be inside her.
Faster and deeper she moved, manipulating the small nub of her clit and covering her long, slender fingers with her wetness. The tingles inside her grew, and felt deeper within her, and they needed to be scratched. She was feeling things now that she had never felt before in her life and they felt amazing.
“Stop!”
Carter’s voice cut through the air like a knife, causing Rose’s eyes to fly open. She stopped her ministrations, sitting motionless in her seat, other than the heaving of her chest—when had she gotten so out of breath?
He didn’t look happy—at least, there was no smile on his face, just an intense stare.
He looked her up and down once more, and finally said, “Get out.”
“What?” she asked, the tingles and heightened pleasures she’d felt seconds before rapidly fading away. Had she done something wrong? She’d done everything he’d wanted. How could she have upset him?
“Get out,” he repeated, looking at her with eyes that could pierce flesh.
Rose couldn’t believe it. Was he really just going to kick her out of the car in the middle of nowhere and leave her on the side of the road?
A tear rolling down her face now, she pulled the hem of her skirt down.
“No,” he said with a hint of anger in his voice. “Go like that.”
Not only was he kicking her out of his car, he was going to make her get out naked? Rose looked around, lip quivering. There was still no one around. If he did leave her here, she could always straighten herself up after he pulled away.
Undoing her seatbelt, she opened her door. Once she was outside and she shut the door behind her she took a step away from the car, not looking back and expecting to hear the sound of crushed gravel again as the car pulled away.
Instead, she heard the driver’s side door open and close. “You should see the look on your face.” His tone was jovial again and there was a bit of laughter in his voice. “You really thought I was going to leave you, didn’t you?”
Rose spun on him, covering herself in the cooler night air so no one could see her. But she didn’t answer. The look on her face was enough to tell him all he needed to know.
“It’s too cramped in the car,” he explained. “And I wanted to get an up-close look at your beauty.” He patted the hood and waved an arm as if to summon her over. “Climb on up.”
Rose didn’t move for a moment. She wasn’t sure what she should do. It had been a mean trick that had completely killed her mood. But it had just been a joke. Tentatively, her feet began to move toward him again.
Helping her up onto the warm hood of the car, he spread her legs once again. As his face came closer to her wide-open love hole, she couldn’t help but think that her ass was naked on the metal of his car.
Carter wasted no time in diving in. His face planted itself in her nest like his life depended on it. Rose’s icy misgivings about his little trick melted away the second his tongue contacted her clit.
Rose’s lithe body tensed as Carter’s tongue lashed repeatedly across her swollen clit, and there was no doubt in his mind that a mind-bending orgasm was imminent.
Even though it was her first time experiencing such a thing, Rose was absolutely sure she loved having her pussy eaten.
Wrapping his arms around her long, tanned thighs, Carter pulled her dripping snatch along the smooth hood more closely to his mouth. He licked and sucked her swollen labia for all he was worth, running his tongue up and down her crack, pausing occasionally to quickly tongue-fuck her tight little virginal hole. He was giving this younger girl—barely a woman–the oral stimulation she needed.
“Ohhhh!” Rose cried, not being able to help herself.
Carter prepared himself. He was sure this girl had never orgasmed before—at least, not because of the pleasure another person gave her. This climax was going to be a big one!
She’d been ready for this for a long time, only she never knew it. She never dreamed that a man’s tongue could create these kinds of feelings within her. She only knew for sure that she never wanted it to end, and yet the intensity of the waves crashing through her body would kill her if they didn’t finish soon.
“Uhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Nnnnnnnhhhh! AAAAHHHH!!!” she screamed as a steady stream of delicious sweet cream started flowing out of her.
Clamping those lovely legs so tightly around Carter’s head, she threatened to break his neck as she writhed uncontrollably on the hood under the merciless attack of his lust-inspired tongue.
She couldn’t breathe fast enough. Blackness filled the edges of her vision and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she fought against the urge to pass out.
When her legs relaxed enough, he slipped out from between them and stepped back, admiring his handy-work.
Lying limp and slack-jawed atop his car, her legs splayed apart like some obscene model, and her eyes closed, the girl didn’t say anything. The only sound she made was the labored breathing of a woman who’d just experienced the most intense orgasm of her entire life.
It took a few minutes for Rose to regain her senses. Realizing that she was outside and that any moment someone could decide to drive by she sat bolt upright and lifted her dress over her chest.
Carter chuckled at her. “Getting modest now are we?”
“Anyone could come along,” she said, surprised that she had allowed herself to go this long exposed, but she had been caught up in the moment.
“No one’s going to come by,” assured Carter. He turned and pointed way down the road. “There is only one house up this way, and it belongs to me.”
“But…” Rose began to protest.
“I also don’t plan on entertaining anyone but you tonight, so I doubt I’ll have any visitors.”
She looked around, unsure. What if he was wrong? Did she really want to be caught out in the open like this? But then she thought about what he’d just said.
She got up from the hood and stomped toward him. “Wait a second. You’re house is right up there? You couldn’t have waited? Why did you stop the car here then for us to do… to do…” She flailed an arm back toward the car. “What we just did!”
She’d wanted him to fall back. She’d wanted him to feel her anger. She’d wanted him to apologize. Instead, he chuckled again and grabbed her by the shoulders. “You can’t even say it, can you? You’re too embarrassed to say it.”
“Say what?”
“That I went down on you. That I fucked you with my tongue. That I made you cum like you’ve never cum before.”
“Ugh!” she grunted. He was so frustrating.
“Say it.”
“No.”
“Yes. Consider it your next order.”
Rose looked up at him now, tears wanting to form in her eyes, but she fought them back. “Why? I’ve done everything else you’ve asked me tonight. Why do you want me to say that?”
The response was immediate. “Because if you want to be free, truly free, you need to lose that innocence.”
The words hit her like a hammer. She couldn’t explain why, but she knew just how true they were. The sheltered version of herself was the one who wouldn’t speak the words. If she really wanted to grow up, to be wild, to get out of her parent’s overbearing shadow, she needed to take that step.
“Now, what did I do to you on the car?”
She closed her eyes, not able to keep them open as she began. “You… you…” She couldn’t get the words out. Some part of her still didn’t want to—thought it was wrong.
Rose gasped and her eyes flew open as she felt something rub up against her mound again. She didn’t protest—she couldn’t—not when it brought back all the feelings she’d felt when his head had been between her legs.
“What did I do to you on the car?” he asked, staring deeply into her eyes, and not allowing her gaze to avert from his, even as he continued to re-stimulate her already over-stimulated area.
“You… you… tongue… ugh!”
He’d found her clit again. She felt a little more love juice flow from her. This was too much. He was going to kill her with another orgasm if she didn’t stop him. The words came out so rapidly, she couldn’t have stopped him if she wanted. “You tongue fucked me!”
The words sounded so alien coming out of her own mouth, it was as if someone else entirely were saying them. Yet, a profound rush went through her body as they exited her.
“And?” He didn’t stop rubbing her clit, pressing hard into it and almost causing her legs to give out.
“And you made me cum hard. Very hard! Ugh!”
This time she did collapse. Her legs couldn’t take it anymore and she fell to the ground.
But Carter wasn’t done with her yet. Standing above her, he looked down at her prone and still partially exposed form. “And what else do you want me to do to you?” he asked.
Rose wasn’t a fool. She knew what he wanted her to ask. But was she ready for it? She would be lying if she said she didn’t want to feel him inside her. But if this night hadn’t gone how it already had gone, would she still have that desire?
She lifted herself off the ground, and smoothed her skirt back over her legs. Then she refastened her dress so she was once more dressed properly—though a little wrinkled, and missing her panties.
“Carter, thank you for tonight.” Then she leaned into him and kissed him. It was the first real kiss that they’d had—despite everything else they’d done that evening. She could taste the muskiness of herself on his lips, and thought that it wasn’t too terrible.
After a minute, she finally pulled away.
“I want you to make love to me,” she told him.
Carter looked at her with both delight and lust. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned in for another kiss. The kiss was perfect and made her tingle all over, which made her hate what she was going to say next even more than she already did.
She pulled away again. “But my first time isn’t going to be on the hood of a car. And I don’t think my body can take anymore tonight.”
With a mild expression of disappointment, Carter nodded in understanding.
“Will you take me home?”
Another nod. “Get in.”
He drove her home. They rode in silence until they came back into town. Then a question that had been nagging at the back of her mind all night just burst forth. “Carter, why did we do this tonight? I mean, as far as a first date goes… this wasn’t it.”
He sighed. It was the first time she’d heard that noise come out of his mouth. “You needed this. When I saw you on campus last week, you looked lost.”
“But I helped you find the—”
“Rose, I deliver packages to that building a few times a month. I have for years. I know where everything on campus is. I just used it as an excuse to get you to walk with me.”
“Oh.” She couldn’t find any other words to say.
“Anyway, you looked lost, and needed some help. Then as we talked on the phone, I realized what you needed, even if you didn’t. I made you tell me exactly what you wanted, and then I set this up tonight to let you realize you could do anything you wanted. I wanted to help you find a path, so I made you let loose, and go wild, and do things you’d never done before.”
It was weirdly romantic in an almost insane way, but she was glad he’d made her do it. He’d shown her exactly what she needed to see about herself—that she could be a sexual creature at the top of the list. But most importantly, that she was an adult, and didn’t have to listen to every little thing her parents told her anymore.
As they came close to her block, Rose asked, “When can I see you again?”
He pulled to the corner where he’d picked her up and put the car in park. “How does Saturday night sound? I’ll meet you here?”
Rose looked out the window at the darkened windows of her house. It was after midnight now, well passed her curfew. “Why don’t I text you? Maybe I can arrange to not have to climb out my window on Saturday.”
She gave him another kiss, and then climbed out of the car.
As she watched him drive off, she wondered just what kinds of orders she’d be following come Saturday night. No matter what, she was sure she would no longer be an innocent Rose when she returned home.
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