Riding Curves (3 page)

"For me. They're pretty and girls like
pretty things, you idiot." I tried once more to push against his
body but he was just as unyielding. He had me trapped and seemed
intent on teasing me mercilessly. Same old Aiden and I adored him
even when he was being like that. "You ever stop to think not every
college student is out to fuck? Maybe I'm completely
asexual!"

"Not with the way you were breathing
over the head set, baby girl."

"I..." My brain froze. He heard
that?

"You?" He teased and pressed a little
closer to me. "Can't say I've ever had a girl get worked up like
that on the back of my bike before. Usually they save it for the
bedroom."

I reached for my glass, hoping if I
ignored him he would stop making fun of me. He isn't mean -- he
would take the hint and lay off.

At least that's what he normally would
have done.

He grabbed my hand, stopping me before
my fingers could curl around the glass.

"And that little whimper, Cece, coming
off Slauson Hill, when that gravity dip hit..." He ran his cheek
along my ear, the rough stubble of his unshaven face making me melt
a little closer. "It was almost enough to make you come. Why is
that? You didn't enroll at some school where half the guys are hot
for each other and the other half only fuck sheep, did
you?"

Cheeks flushing, I elbowed him. "Stop
being cruel."

"Cruel?" The disbelief in his voice
sounded genuine. "You don't know what cruel is. That was the
longest hour of my whole damn life, baby."

My brain shut down at "baby" as I
waited for the inevitable "girl" that would follow. He never called
me just "baby," not in all the many years I had known
him.

Flutterby, baby girl,
little girl, Cece
-- all four were reserved
exclusively for me. At least I had never heard him use the first
three on anyone else. "Baby," however, was for the women he dated
just long enough to fuck a few times before he seemed to grow bored
and moved on.

I waited, heart pounding in my chest,
for him to finish the phrase.

He didn't.

"You were riding my ass, baby." His
hand slid down the front of my jeans. Cupping my mound with a rough
grip, he tugged me closer. "Thighs squeezing and those needy little
pants coming over the headset. It's a miracle I didn't spill the
bike."

I made a little noise and he groaned,
his voice raw with a need I never would have expected -- not when
it was directed at me.

"That's exactly the sound I'm talking
about, Cece." His lips brushed along my jaw line, following the
curve up to my ear lobe. He sucked the dangle of flesh into his
mouth. "I promised myself you were off limits. Pete..."

My dad meant the world to Aiden and
the feeling was pretty mutual. Their first encounter hadn't gone
over so well. At fourteen, Aiden's older brother Frankie had duped
him into standing look out while Frankie broke into dad's shop.
Aiden had been a lanky slip of trouble back then, his mom only home
when she was between boyfriends.

Dad had seen something more lurking in
Aiden's dark brown eyes.

I nodded and tried hard to put my
dad's feelings first. I almost made it, too, until Aiden's mouth
tracked right and brushed against my lips. Moaning, I opened to
him.

His free hand cupped the side of my
face. "Baby, tell me to stop."

I tried. My whole body trembled with
the effort of trying to get the words out or to just push him away.
I lifted my hands to his chest, my fingers clutching at the fabric
of his white tee. His tongue trailed along my top lip. My grip on
his shirt tightening, I pulled him closer.

"He doesn't have to know," I
whispered.

"I'd know, Cece."

I could hear the guilt in his voice
but his hands continued to cradle me -- one along my face, holding
my mouth centered to meet his, the other molded against my pussy,
squeezing the flesh each time my muscles involuntarily
contracted.

I gasped at the last squeeze. My hips
jerked forward as a climax threatened. Aiden gripped me tighter,
pulling me closer as he started to devour my lips. His tongue
invaded with a hard swipe along my upper palate and then he pushed
forward with his chest and hips until I was flush against the
counter's edge.

His fingers working between our
bodies, Aiden thumbed the button of my jeans open. Easing the
pressure of his hips against mine, he undid the zipper with a slow,
teasing efficiency. Releasing his hold on my head, he untucked my
t-shirt. One hand slid under it and up my torso as the other slid
beneath the top band of my panties. Plunging lower, his middle
finger parted my labia. Under my shirt, he freed my breast from the
bra and gave my nipple a slow tug.

"I don't know how you managed not to
soak my seat, baby. Or burn a hole through it. You're pussy's so
hot and wet."

My hips moved without instruction from
my brain. Aiden rewarded me with a strangled moan. He cinched me
closer and his mouth fastened on my throat. Sucking at my flesh, he
fingered short strokes along my clit.

"Have you thought about us, Cece,
before right now?"

I managed a small nod and a
gurgle that sounded like
yes
. It was all the self-control I
could muster as I ground small circles against his
fingertip.

He took another slow tug on my nipple.
"Were you thinking about me on the bike?"

"Mmm-hmm." My hips surged and I felt a
pulse of cream leave me. Breathing hard, I rocked up onto my tip
toes as he continued rubbing the spine of my pussy.

"And before that?" He squeezed my
mound, lifting and rocking me so that my toes only occasionally
touched the floor. With my answer stuck in my chest, he lightly
nipped my throat. "How long?"

How long?

Far too fucking long -- that was the
answer.

I could only begin to guess. He
started working at the shop after dad caught him and Frankie. I was
four to his fourteen. Five years later, he left for engineering
school in Wisconsin, my parents footing most of the tuition. I was
working in my dad's shop after school and through the summer when
Aiden returned home. From then on, I saw him every weekend, dinner
several more nights each week and during school
vacation.

The memories of those long ago summers
sighed through me as fresh as the day they were made.

I had absolutely lived for summer,
still do. My favorites were the weekends at the lake when Aiden
went around clad in nothing more than swimming trunks and deck
shoes. A perpetual tan covered his sculpted body. Dark areolas,
each about the size of a quarter, and small rounded nipples topped
two hard plates of muscle on his hairless chest. The six pack abs
rolled in hills and valleys down to his navel. Below that, a flat
lower stomach with a broad fan of closely trimmed, black hair
disappeared beneath the trunks.

He was every bit as sexy at 34 as he
was at 24. Correction – he was even sexier with the extra years on
him.

I could still remember when my
longstanding case of puppy love for Aiden cemented into something
far more enduring. It was the first summer weekend at the cabin
before I started my sophomore year in college. Back then, I always
had the cabin's second bedroom to myself. Aiden, when he spent the
weekend with us, would sleep on the pullout in the main room. Then
the pullout lost its last surviving coil and Mom bought a regular
sofa, decreeing I was old enough to share the bedroom.

Fuck if I managed to sleep after that.
I'd wake early just to watch him sleeping in the bed tucked along
the opposite wall. Some mornings the covers would be pushed down
low or completely off him. Those were the mornings I could see the
thick bulge of his erect cock and fantasize that he was dreaming
about me.

I spent half of that summer in the
bathroom, quietly and urgently fingering myself while I fought to
keep his name from twisting past my lips.

Aiden nuzzled my throat, reminding me
of his question. "Answer me."

"Seems like forever," I confessed with
a moan.

He groaned and then he bit me again,
much harder than that first gentle nip. He squeezed my pussy, his
middle finger curling up between my lips to trace the wet circle of
my cunt. "Baby, I'm going to take you -- take every last, luscious
inch of your body."

"Yes." I moaned again, straining to
move with him. Deep throbs pulsed through my sheath, contractions
squeezed at my uterus. I was close to coming, but he wouldn't let
me.

Shifting his head, he trailed his
mouth along the other side of my neck. His hand left my breast to
grab my hair and twist my head so that my mouth pressed against
his. He chewed and sucked at my bottom lip, his strong hand and
nimble fingers expertly working my pussy. Stroking, rimming, he
took shallow dips inside me.

I tensed, wondering if Aiden would be
able to tell that I was a virgin. He had already expressed a
reluctance to touch me because I was his best friend's daughter. If
he realized I had never been touched down there, he would stop
immediately.

His touch slowed and he purred
tranquilly against my ear. The flat pads of his fingertips circled
my hole. I could feel the callouses on his work-roughened hands as
he spread my cream along my lower lips. The dips inside me
restarted feather light. One finger became two, only daring to
plunge tip deep. His tongue invaded my mouth again. There he
ventured hard and rough, marauding against my lips and teeth,
sucking at my tongue as he thumbed my clit.

"Before I claim you, I'm going to eat
this hot, sweet, soaking wet pussy. Take my time driving you crazy,
baby."

"Yes." It was the only word left in my
vocabulary. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me. Yes, I wanted him to eat
me. Yes, I wanted him to do anything and everything to me that
twisted through his mind.

Still holding me by the hair, he
lowered my feet to the floor and turned me until I was bent over
the sink. One-handed, he pushed my jeans and panties lower down my
thighs and then he pressed his hips against my ass. The hard seam
at the front of his jeans rubbed roughly against my nether hole as
he wedged his hand between our bodies and drove my pussy wild with
his touch.

His thumb moved to the gate of my
cunt. Hooking me, he pressed his palm along the curve of my mound,
his fingers stroking and pinching my clit. He thumped hard and
rhythmically against me, the thick denim seam grinding against my
ass while his hand worked my pussy. I tightened against him,
fearful that he would penetrate too deep or thick and my innocence
would be prematurely revealed.

When I lost it, I wanted his cock in
me, wanted my sheath milking and rolling around the thick shaft I
could feel pressed tight against my bottom.

Aiden kept squeezing, stroking, over
and over. My climax slammed into me and I rose up on my toes again,
my ass pushed against his lower stomach as wave after wave of
pleasure rolled through me with no plateau in sight.

Aiden pulled back, his hand sliding
along my pussy. His thumb left my cunt to be replaced by a thick
triangle of fingers pressed just inside the rim of muscle. I froze,
the walls of my vagina tightening to bar him.

He refocused his attack. I felt the
hard push of his thumb against my ass and then it thickly slid
inside.

"Aiden...oh...fuck...yes..." He could
penetrate me there, hard and deep, plunging, his thrusts rough and
dominating.

He released the handful of my hair he
held to rein me in place. He rested the newly freed hand across my
bottom, one thumb teasing the edges of my asshole while the other
thumb took me over and over, in and out, the fingers along the rim
of my pussy ensuring I held myself lifted and tight.

I bounced along the counter, climaxing
long and hard, hips hitting against the sink's edge as I tried to
push and squeeze at him. That was when he stuck his other thumb
inside me. I stilled. My eyes rolled back inside their sockets as
my entire body slowly squeezed tighter and tighter around him.
Tugging and stroking at both sides, he stretched me before burying
his thumbs all the way inside and letting me ride them to the end
of my climax.

When the last moan left my lips, he
pulled out. Tugging my jeans up, he spun me around. His gaze was
liquid fire as it scanned my expression for a few seconds. Seeing
complete surrender reflected across my face, he offered me a chaste
kiss and then walked from the room.

Right before he crossed the threshold,
he glanced back, a broad grin breaking across his features. "Boat's
been in the slip a full two minutes, baby girl. Might want to
button up."

********************

The hours passed in pure torture. My
parents came up from the lake about five minutes later. We had
lunch on the deck before my dad and Aiden took the boat out again
to fish for dinner. They returned with an ice chest full, dad
grinning from ear to ear but Aiden unusually quiet.

Mom and I started prepping the fish,
as always, but Aiden took the knife from me after about three
minutes.