He said we had to wait till it was one of those hot summer nights, the ones where you can wear just a t-shirt till three in the morning, and that day he told me it finally was. He’d wait till after dinner, until it was dark and quiet, and he’d take me out for a walk to a secret place where he’d push my skirt up and fuck me in the ass.
We had already fucked that afternoon, round one he called it, and he was putting lube on his fingers and slipping them in and out of my ass while he fucked me, pushing one of my legs flat against the bed and holding the other one up against my shoulder, but he was just teasing me, getting me ready. He said it was only going to be pussy for round one.
Mike’s shoulders always looked so big and strong when he was on top of me, everyone said he had shoulders like a linebacker. He had freckles all over his body and the bluest eyes that made girls hang all over him and that cocky kind of drug dealer swagger that would turn to sweet kindness in a second. It was irresistible. After he came he closed my legs back together and told me to get ready for dinner.