“Um, so, when you wear the thing; does it help?” She glances between his legs. “It fills the space. But it’s inadequate.” He doesn’t understand what she’s asking. “Do you like, y’know, using it on me?” Her hips rock slightly. “I love having sex with you. Problem is, I can’t feel myself inside you. I don’t feel you. And I really want that. You’re supposed to feel her surrounding you. It’s carnal.” He blushes. “ Stop talking dirty. You’re making me horny.” She crosses her legs. “I wasn’t; I didn’t mean to.” He looks down. “You wanna get in the back?” She points behind her. “What?” Ashden’s throat is immediately dry. “Just a quicky?” She rubs herself through her pants. “What!” He coughs. They’re on the side of the highway. What is she thinking?

“That’s a no then?” She looks down. “We’re in the car, on the highway and you want to have sex?” He points outside. “Well, it has been like 10 hours. And car rides make me horny.” She groans. “You’re so weird.” He climbs into the back. Spencer flies over the middle seat to the back bench seat where Ashden waits. She kisses him repeatedly, in a hasty fashion. “Lemme fold the seat down.” She puts the seat down and unfolds a blanket. “I see you’ve been planning this.” Ashden tries to mask his anxiety. Spencer yanks him to the floor. Her jeans and shirt are off in seconds. He’s straddling her on his knees while she yanks his zipper down. She’s going really fast, not like the other times. He lays over her; trying to keep up.

She pushes him down to her breasts. He unhooks her bra and takes her in his hand. She moans. He has a flashback of that morning. “You treated me like a girl. You wanted to take me. You like my girl body better.” She opens her mouth to reply but all that comes out is a squeak. He strokes her gently before plunging his fingers deep into her. Then he pumps, kissing her neck. “I-I…” He makes sure she can’t speak. He doesn’t want to hear her answer. She’s getting close. He kisses her jaw and purrs. “But now I’m taking you.” He puts pressure on her clit. She whines as her orgasm crashes down on her in waves. Ashden kneads her breast, gently nipping at her collar bone.    

He pulls her into a sitting position and yanks her boy shorts down. She kisses him, raising her knees. He ducks between her legs; taking in the aroma of his meal. With her hands in his hair he takes a hearty mouthful. He can feel her eyes on the top of his head as he goes around her inner lips. “It’s… true I-I…” He grazes her clit with his teeth. She abandons her sentence to moan and raise her hips. He dips into her. “Do you like this? A boy going down on you?” He looks up at her slurping her juices. “Hmmm, ahhh… yeah…” He pushes inside her, wrapping his lips around hers. “I’m a boy Spencer. Say it.” She whines. “Who’re you…trying to mmmm reassure?” Her head back, exposing her neck. Ashden glares at her. He shoves three fingers into her tight hole. She cries out from the pain and her orgasm.