Selena Kitt - Falling Down

When his fingers slipped into her, she bucked her hips up, meeting his hand, helping him bury first one, then two, then three into her flesh. She wanted even more and she rolled her pelvis, dancing against his mouth, her breath coming faster in the night. His tongue moved up and down in her wetness, teasing, making her arch and push against him. His tongue finally found her clit, flicking back and forth there, and she groaned, the sound lost as the plane passed directly overhead. She watched the flaming bullet soar through the sky through half-closed eyes, the sweet ache between her thighs rising with it. Her fingers moved through his short, wiry hair, slipping her hand behind his neck and pressing him against her mound.

He opened his mouth wide over her, his tongue lapping, his fingers digging deeper. Her nails scratched over his scalp, the back of his neck, trying to press him harder, wanting more. Her body trembled on the hood of the car with her impending orgasm, and she fucked his hand faster, harder, her moans louder as she rocked against his tongue.

“Zach!” His name escaped her lips as she groped for something, anything, to hold onto. She found his other hand and squeezed it, hearing the sound of the last plane blazing toward them in the distance. “Oh god, Zach, don’t stop!” He showed no signs of it, but she knew he couldn’t possibly hear her anymore as the plane bellowed down the runway. She saw it mounting above her in the sky as her body sent her flying, too, twisting and shuddering with her climax.

She bucked under him, every muscle taut as she spasmed again and again under his tongue, his fingers plunging deep into her swollen flesh. Her cries, nearly screams now, were lost in the deafening boom of the plane overhead, its fire burning hot and then fading as it found its niche and rode it.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she whispered to the sky, blinking at the stars left in the darkness, as if the plane itself had created them in its powerful wake.

Zach pulled her to sitting, and she laughed, dizzy, resting her cheek against his chest, still panting. He held her close and she felt his heart beating hard, and smelled herself on his breath. She tilted her face up to him in the night and kissed him, tasting the sweet musk of her own pussy on his tongue, sucking at it. When her hand slipped between his legs, feeling an incredible throb there, he groaned against her mouth, stepping back with a sigh.

“I told you, baby.” He leaned over to pick up her panties off the ground. “I didn’t take you out to have sex with you.”

“Um, what do you call that, then?” Lindsey grinned. “Bill Clinton’s version? Oral sex isn’t sex?”

He grinned back, handing over the sheer black material of her panties. “Well…

okay, so I slipped a little.”

“Let’s slip some more.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, tossing her panties onto the hood of the car. “Slip and slide and…”

“Nuh-uh.” He pulled her off the hood of the car and she stood, wobbly, letting him hold her and pull her close. “Come on. It’s almost one… and I promised your father I’d have you home.”

“He’s not my father.” She couldn’t help smiling as she pulled her panties on. He let her hold his arm for balance. “Are you for real?”

“You tell me.” He went around to the passenger side of the car and opened her door, waiting. She came to stand in front of him, still feeling shaky.

“I don’t know.” She sighed, swallowing and looking up at him.

“You will.” He smiled, tilting her chin up, and kissed her softly. “Let’s get you home.”

“I’m afraid you can’t top Kenny Wayne Shepard and an orgasm under the flight pattern of an F-16.”

She loved making Zach laugh-it was deep and genuine and made her feel as warm and wiggly as a happy puppy every time she heard it. He’d called every night this week, and she couldn’t seem to get enough of him, or vice versa.

“At least give me a shot at it.”

“Maybe.” Lindsey twisted coils around her finger. Hers was an old-style phone, the kind with a twisty white cord. She wasn’t supposed to have a phone in her room at all, and had to keep coming up with new places to hide it. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m not doing anything tonight…”

She smiled, remembering her parents’ reaction when Zach dropped her off last Saturday night. “Okay.”

“You’re so easy.”

She snorted. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

The pause that followed hung there, and she pulled the cord tight, making the tip of her finger turn so red it was almost purple. Downstairs, she heard the side door, and knew her parents were home from shopping.

“I’ve gotta go.”

“Tonight at seven?”

“See you then.” She didn’t even bother hanging up the phone-she just unplugged it from the wall and wrapped the cord around it, looking around her room for a place to hide it.

“Lindsey!” Her stepfather called from the bottom of the stairs. “Come help us carry in groceries!”

“Coming!” She shoved the phone between her mattress and the wall, putting her pillow there and pulling the covers up. He was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs and frowned as she padded down in bare feet.

“You should put some clothes on.”

“These are clothes.” She rolled her eyes, looking down at the red bikini she put on before Zach called. Her plan was to walk down to the community pool, because it was hotter than an oven in the house, especially upstairs in her room, even with all the windows open. The air conditioning had been on the fritz for three days.

“Lindsey, I got you some Twizzlers.” Her mother came in the side door, carrying two plastic grocery bags. “They were on sale.”

“Cool!” She slipped by her stepfather and took the bags from her mother, going to put them on the kitchen table to sift through them. “I’m going to walk down to the pool.”

“Good day for it.” Her mother wiped stray hair out of her eyes and reached into one of the bags, pulling out a package of red licorice. “Why don’t you just go? Your father and I can handle this.”

“He’s not my-”

“Lindsey.” Her mother sighed, holding the package of red candy out like a peace offering. “Please. Just go.”

She looked between the two of them, her stepfather now looming in the doorway.

Then she shrugged. “Okay, whatever.” She got a beach towel out of the linen closet and slipped on her green clogs, heading out the door. Her stepfather dug bags out of the trunk of the car and she didn’t wave as she walked past.

It was a short two blocks and around a corner to their community pool, a big outdoor affair with a diving board at the deep end and a hundred kids playing in the shallow water. You were supposed to shower before going in, but no one ever did.

Lindsey went through the women’s dressing room, the tile floor perpetually damp, the smell of chlorine strong already. There was a small steam room near the bathroom stalls that she never saw anyone use, but she peered in as she passed just out of habit.

She’d meant to bring a book, but had left the house so quickly she forgot. She signed her name and address on the clipboard on the table and looked around for a sunny spot. Forgoing the wooden lawn chairs stacked in a corner, she spread her towel out near the fence, away from most of the moms and kids, and stretched out on her belly, opening her Twizzler’s package.

Already, beads of sweat ran in little rivers down her sides and between her pale breasts. She glanced down at them and smiled. I can definitely use the color. That made her think of Zach-not that she wasn’t already thinking about him, always thinking about him lately, in the back of her mind. Just remembering the concert, and the night they spent afterwards, when she spread herself out on the hood of his car under the stars and watched the planes take off, made her whole body feel even warmer.