“You get three throws.” Patchy-beard pointed to the pyramid of milk bottles.
David looked over and winked at me before launching the ball dead center at the bottles with a loud crack.
The bottles didn’t even topple a little.
“Hey man, that definitely hit the bottles.” David was pointing at them, like it was just a simple mistake. He hadn’t realized that those bottles were probably held there by magnets or angled weird, or glued together or something.
Patchy beard shrugged. “Two more throws.”
David tossed the ball in the air, narrowing his eyes like this meant something. Like the entirety of our future relationship depended on whether or not he could topple down a small pyramid of bottles in a carnival game.
It really didn’t.
I hadn’t even gotten a taste of David in bed, and I wasn’t giving that up. Not even for a… stuffed animal frog that looked like it had better things to do.
David reared his arm far back, engaging all the muscles in his bicep then launched the ball,hard.So ridiculously hard that the glass shattered, leaving a hole through the middle of all the bottles.
“Do you need the last throw?” David pointed to the bits of glass—mostly just shards left—that remained.
“Nah, man. You’re good.” Patchy-beard muttered, staring at the broken glass like it was going to get him fired.
David pointed out my frog, then handed me my prize with a flourish. Once the little guy was in my hands, I got the whole stuffed animal appeal. My new little stuffy was softer than he looked and so ugly that he was the cutest thing I’ve ever owned.
“Kiss a prince and just maybe I’ll win a frog.” I nudged David’s shoulder in thanks.
We went on a rollercoaster, which I hadn’t done in years. After going on it, I realized why I hadn’t gone on one in years. The motion sickness was not worth it. Then we shared some cheesy fries and good vibes while music played around us and excitement vibrated in my veins. I don’t think that I had ever had as much fun on a date in my life.
It was starting to get dark out when David asked if I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel. Heck yeah, I wanted to go on a Ferris wheel. There was something about being with him, going out on this adventure that made me wish the night would never end.
As we got into the gondola and took our seats, I squeezed close to David and held on tightly to Grumpy Frog. It was an enclosed cabin with spacious seats, and it wasn’t like I wasscared.I’m not afraid of heights. I was perfectly fine on this rickety little basket, held together by weird mechanical parts, hopes and prayers.
When we started to move, maybe I squealed and leaned a bit closer to David. Just a little bit—it was totally reasonable. I wasn’t expecting how jerky the movement was… and David was the obvious choice to hold on to, because he was so solid and reassuring.
David chuckled, his voice so deep that it seemed to reverberate through me… awakening something inside of me.
Suddenly, David picked me up and placed me practically on his lap. He was a wall of muscle behind me, with strong arms embracing me.
His rough hands traced light patterns against my thigh.Goddamn.His touch was going to make me lose my mind.
I shivered.
I looked up at David, and his eyes were dark with lust. The longing in his eyes was so hot that it heated through every inch of my body.
My throat went totally dry, as all thought was wiped from my mind—except,yes. Please.Letting the solid feel of David behind my back ground me, I took a deep breath as I relaxed, shifting my feet and parting wider for him.
David groaned in a hoarse voice and wrapped one arm around my waist, tugging me firmly against him. Erasing all the space between us as I felt his growing hardness against my ass.
I wanted him to pull up my skirt and sink into me. I wanted to feel him. To know that he was hard as steel and that it was all for me.
But then David did the next best thing. He slipped under my dress, brushing against my inner thighs, right up against the seam of my cotton panties.
He paused, looking into my eyes, seeking permission.
“Please,” I whimpered.
I would die if he didn’t touch me. If he didn’t fill me with something, I was going to spontaneously combust.
David didn’t make me ask twice. He jerked my underwear to the side and then one of his big fingers caressed my pussy, stroking a serpentine path to my clit with the perfect friction, and just the right pressure to make me lose whatever hold I had left on my sanity. Light circles, just teasing my clit, then right when I couldn’t take it anymore, rougher touches—enough to make me desperate. Harsher and harsher, driving me higher and higher. I lost whatever brief hold I had on the rest of my control.
