HotBoxing by @_moneyBITCH

Her eyes were magical. I felt like I could stare into them for hours at a time. This had to be true love, but I wasn’t sure. She seemed to be looking into my soul, reading my every thought, my every bit of confusion revealed. She then smirked, and tucked the strand of hair that got loose from my makeshift ponytail behind my ear. This sent my heart into a heavy beating rage. I hated the feeling that she gave me, but I loved it at the same time. She was a maze of my emotions.

                I love you. The phrase ran around my head a million times and made its way to the tip of my tongue. My mouth forbade it to escape. Instead, I leaned in and kissed her.

                Surprised at myself, I pulled back quickly and tried to regain my composure. Too late. She leaned in a responded with a sensual, tantalizing kiss. I didn’t have a choice but to kiss her back, and then I found myself touching her arms, touching her dreads, stroking her back, and when she began to do the same, I shivered. I was completely in too deep at this point. But I didn’t care. I let her pull me in closer to her, and then I let myself start fiddling with her zipper. This made her stop.

                “I’m sorry,” I said, embarrassed. I didn’t know what had come over me. Shit was really intense.

                “For what?” she asked. And then there was that smirk. It teased me, made me want to kiss her one more time. Before I could snatch up another one, she untied my halter top and let the part that held my breasts fall. She looked down at them, and then back up at me. I blushed, then pulled her wife beater off. She unhooked her bra and then lifted my halter over my head. We were even.

                This time both of us went in for the kiss. My hands roamed everywhere; they grabbed and cupped her breasts, wrapped around her neck, fell down to her waist, grabbed and squeezed a tit again. While my hands raced around in discovery and inexperience, her hands were moving with certainty. She grabbed my boobs, then broke the kiss to suck on them. The passion that swelled in me from the simple gesture was unbearable. I let out a moan and let my head fall back and rest against the passenger window, which was now fogged up from the fervor. My breathing got heavier and heavier as she went from sucking and stroking my nipples to kissing on my stomach and blowing on my bellybutton. Again, she stopped.

                “You okay?”

                What the fuck? I thought to myself. Why the fuck would you stop? But no response came out. Instead, I gently pushed her back so she was against the driver’s door and proceeded to unzip her jeans. In the tightness of the car, pulling her jeans off was a struggle, but it didn’t manage to break the mood. I pulled down her boxers and sat back for a second to look at the smooth, caramel body I had exposed. Then I straddled her and kissed her neck, her chest, each breast, her stomach, and then finally, I let my mouth enclose her wetness. She moaned as I let my tongue slide along her clit. I didn’t fully understand what was going on, let alone what I was doing, but I knew I liked it. I moved my tongue in circles, stopping every now and again to gently suck and then slurp the juice that leaked out.

                The barely audible moans and the change in her breathing let me know I was doing everything right, so I didn’t stop. I couldn’t figure out how I knew what to do, but I went along with it. The whole experience was turning me on, and I could feel myself soaking through my jeans. I was eager for her to do the same to me, but I couldn’t stop until she came. I moved my head and used my bottom lip as a massage as I continued to play with her clit. She grabbed my head and tangled her fingers in my hair as she pushed me deeper into her. The way her right leg was beginning to tremble, I knew I was doing something right. The moans came out louder, yet still low and slightly husky. This turned me on so much, I was forced to slip my own hand into my panties and play with myself.

                She felt my hand moving and laughed a little, but got serious all over again when I worked my tongue a little faster. This time her breathing got heavy and loud, and I knew she was about to cum. She pulled away, but I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted her to enjoy every minute, and I wanted her to take every bit of what I wanted to give. I wanted to taste every bit of what came down from her. When she finally pulled away, I could feel her all over my face. She blushed at me, and I grinned at her.

                “You sure this your first time?” she asked me.

                I nodded.

                She kissed me lightly on my cheek and gently pushed me back against the passenger seat door, unzipping my jeans. “Your turn,” she said to me.