She was playing coquette. Knees clenched together and ankles spread apart, she leaned elbows on knees and turned her head to show a clear line down to the shadow of her cleavage. The glasses she wore weren't prescription. She purchased them at a costume shop, along with the plaid skirt and white-buttoned shirt.
Boys walked past and stared. She brought only her eyes up and let her mouth betray a smile. The stray flirt hit its mark. One of the young saplings broke from his group. The boy was flushed and she could see his chest rise and fall rapid with his breath. The other boys egged him on silently.
The mall was busy and her conquest had to make his way through a field of distractions. Pedestrians wandered the stretch of tile between them. He zinged past one batch only to be caught off guard by another. He was so intent, so single minded, in his approach. She felt the first tingle of pleasure encouraged by his determination.
She waited until he was feet from her before making the next move. Her hands slid between her knees and she pressed the cloth of her skirt against the tile seat. Her knees spread wide and her ankles in. She put both hands beside her and braced herself with them as she leaned back. In an instant she went from innocent coquette to sassy, daring, and willing.
He hovered above her, his hand clenched in his pockets. She tilted her chin up and waited. The first approach was his. It had to be. She wasn't what she seemed and in order to escape federal offense, she had to play the game a certain way.
"I saw you from..." He nodded in the direction of his friends.
"Yeah." She licked her bottom lip, pulling one side under her teeth. "You like what you saw?"
"Oh, yeah."
She leaned forward, brining her hands between her knees, and braced against the edge of her seat. "How old are you?"
The skin on his brow wrinkled.
"I only go with boys of a certain age."
"How old do I have to be?"
She shook her head. "Just tell me."
"Nineteen." He said and swallowed.
"Are you lying?" She looked disapproving and commanded, "Show me you're ID."
"Eighteen."
She held up one hand, palm up, and waited.
He assured her, "No, really..."
She flicked her hand, to show she wasn't going to take his word.
"I don't have it on me. But I'm not lying."
She sighed and stood up in one swift movement. Deeply disappointed, she turned to walk away. He grabbed her arm. She snapped around, surprised at his daring, and removed his hand. With folded arms, she stared at him, silently demanding an explanation.
He insisted, "I'm not lying."
She took two steps in and stood close to him. So close that she could smell recent mint on his breath and see the dark blue circle around his clear blue eyes. She put her face right up next to his, with less than an inch between their noses.
"I'm not eighteen." She whispered. "And I can't play with boys."
His eyes fluttered as he leaned in. She saw the kiss coming and blocked it with a firm hand on his shoulder. His eyes snapped open but she could see the desire still disorienting him.
"Did you hear me?"
"You can't play with boys." He said. "But I'm not a boy. I'm a man."
She laughed. The break in character surprised her. It was an honest laugh, born from his innocent words. He didn't look to be hurt by her laughter, so she let the amusement swim in her eyes and curl up her lips.
"Look in my eyes and swear you're eighteen."
He looked deeply. "I swear."
With a little rumble of pleasure she said, "Eighteen or not, you're trouble."
She slid her hand down his arm and twined their fingers. With a little wave for his friends, she pulled him from the mall. Out in the warm air she felt her heart quicken. The game was afoot.
She looked over at him. He wasn't the prettiest boy. He was tall and lanky. Pale, with rusty colored hair. And his gait impaired by a touch of self-conscious.
She instructed, "I'm Sue and you're Jack."
He opened his mouth and she put a single red lacquered finger over it.
"You're Jack." She repeated and stepped in close. The pedestrians around them snuck looks. She could feel their curious eyes. They could look all they wanted. She wasn't going to play her hand here, out in the open.
She pulled their interlinked fingers behind her, trapping him against her body, and pressed her body into his. Her other hand slid behind his head to tangle in his short hair. Her mouth hovered only inches from his as she said, "Play along. What's your name?"
"J-jack."
She moaned quietly, a moan only for his ears, and breathed into his mouth, "Again."
"Jack." He said without pause.
"Good."
She disengaged their bodies and dragged him out onto the pavement. Her cherry red Mustang was deep in the lot. She pulled him up next to the passenger door and began the second part of her plan.
"Before I take you anywhere, I need to ask some things. And I'll know if you're lying, so don't bother. It'll only piss me off and it'll ruin any chance of us having fun."
"Okay."
"When's your curfew."
He stalled and she pouted. "I told you not to lie."
"I didn't-"
"Any time thinking is time spent building a lie. I want the truth. You have to be home sometime and I don't need parents calling the cops because you lied to me."
He blinked and untangled his fingers from hers. Sue leaned back against the car. Her innocent was suspicious. Distrust written all over his face.
He demanded, "What is this?"
"I'm not eighteen." She said clearly and then slowly drew out her words. "But. I like...young...men."
"How old are you?"
"Do you want to fuck me or know my age?"
He paused and then said slowly, "Fuck you?"
"You haven't answered my questions, so that isn't on the table yet, but if you play along, like a good boy, you might just get the chance...To fuck me, that is."
He leaned against the car, near her but not too close. "Midnight."
Sue smiled, a slow lingering smile that spoke of her distinct satisfaction.
"What street do you live on?"
He looked perplexed but answered, "Deerwood. Near Jackson Blvd."
"Do you need to call anyone before we go?"
Defiant he shot back, "Where are we going?"
"As long as I get you back by midnight, you don't need to call anyone. Right?"
He stubbornly repeated, "Where are we going?"
"Get in the car and maybe I'll tell you."
She slid over to the driver side and closed the door behind her. A minute later he closed his door and turned to her.
"Where?"
She toyed with him, "You don't have to come."
He put a hand on the door handle and she played hurt as she said, "I thought you liked me."
"Just tell me." He turned the handle so the latch clicked open.
"Where do you think?" She said, her patience tested. "Someplace private. Someplace where we can be alone."
"I'll know when we get there." He said. "So tell me."
"No you won't. That's what the blindfold's for."
He blinked. She pointed at the black sash on the dashboard. He stared at the cloth for a long minute. She was itching to get going, so she filled the silence.
"It's a one time deal. An all access pass. Play the game and you get anything you want. Any little sick desire that you've beaten-it-to since puberty hit, I'm up for it. All you have to do go along."
"And you're not some serial killer?"
"Isn't the part of the fun?" She teased. "The thrill of it. You don't know anything about me, except that I'm offering to fuck you."
His brow furrowed. She sighed. He was one of those. A thoughtful one. She wondered if he was worth the trouble. She could call it off. It wasn't like he was rushing for the bit. The idea of starting over again made her feel queasy. She just spent an hour prepping him. She was ready for this to happen. She was wet at the thought of him. An substitute just wouldn't do.
She assured him, "Female serial killers are rare. You're no use to me dead."
"So, you want to-"
"I don't wanna talk about it." She interrupted rudely. "I wanna do it."
She put her hands on the wheel. "Are you in or out?"
He opened the door and she felt her heart sink. 'Damn.' She thought. 'Another one lost.'
She heard the door close. She was ready to drive away empty handed when she turned for a final look. He was still in his seat. It was her turn to blink.
He explained, "I had to latch the door."
Not much moved Sue. She was steady as a rock when it came to her boys. So she wasn't completely sure what drove her to break the rules. She wasn't supposed to do anything in the car. Too many eyes of too many witnesses that could see through the clear windows.
So when she slid onto his lap and put her arms around his neck, it wasn't routine. And when she slid one hand down his chest and onto the engorged lump in his pants, the move was pure impulse. This wasn't the game she played but there was no turning back once she started.
Sue tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his head in for a rough kiss. His mouth was awake as he kissed her back, albeit sloppily, but his arms lay limply on either side. His lack of experience, and the question of his virginity, was no longer in question.
He made a little sound in the back of his throat. Her hand moved over the front of his jeans. She petted him with nimble fingers, up and down, the same movement she used to scratch the back of a cat. She felt his body begin to tense. He wasn't going to last. She pulled her face away and looked down at him.
He was dazed. He stared up at her dumbly as she ripped open her shirt. She took one of his hands and put it on her breast. Another little sound escaped his slack mouth and his eyes twitched upwards. She guided his hand, moving it over her breast, showing him the correct technique to please her as her other hand went back to it's business.
His head arched back, his pelvis thrust forward, and his hand gripped her breast of it's own accord. With a thrashing spasm he was done. He let out a moan and went still. She could feel the damp spot, the remnant of his orgasm, under her palm.
He made a sound of regret and mumbled, "I'm sorry."
"Open your eyes." She told him.
He opened his eyes. Seeing his hand still on her breast, he removed it. Her eyes were gentle and awash with compassion as she looked down at him. He looked away, avoiding her gaze. She took his face in one hand and held it firm, forcing him to look at her. He wasn't going to escape her.
"It'll come back." She assured him. "The gift of youth is that it always comes back."
"Yeah, but..." His eyes were full of pain and shame.
"You think I'm disappointed." She said and tilted her head down for a serious look. She took his limp left hand and pushed it between her thighs. She guided his fingers past the bare, shaved lips of her pussy.
She couldn't help but close her eyes and arch in pleasure as she guided three of his fingers deep inside her. She was tight and wet. He moved his fingers, as if experimenting with the feeling, and she whimpered. She moved his thumb across her clit and her thighs clenched. She grasped the back of the seat, behind his head, with her free hand.
The feel of sun dried leather brought her back to reality. She pulled his fingers from her, an act that left her violently empty.
"We have to-" She stumbled over the words. "We have to stop."
He was entranced. She met his eyes and the look brought her back solidly to earth. She slid off him and back into the passenger seat.
"It's not love." She told him roughly. "It's sex."
She could feel his shock. He was surprised that she knew so clearly what he was thinking.
"This isn't my first time." Her own words hit her like a brick. She was certainly acting like it was her first time. She was breaking her own rules and opening herself up for a world of trouble.
"I know it feels like love." She continued. "But the felling is just chemicals in your head."
She turned to him and smile. He just stared. She touched his hair, running her fingers down the side of his face.
"I'm offering you my body. Not my feelings. Not commitment. I'm offering a moment of pleasure and that's all."
She hated this moment. It was a vulnerable moment, where she gave him the choice to continue or end their time together.
"Are you in?" She asked.
He nodded. With a flood of relief she turned the car key. Her confidence returned, as if it never left. She went back into character, smoothly commanding his obedience. "Wait until we get into traffic and then put on the blindfold."
"Do I have to?" He asked, still testing her control. "I know the deal. It's a one time thing."
She looked over at him. "Play the game or get out."
He didn't even pause. He took the blindfold off the dashboard. She put the car in gear and pulled into traffic. They had somewhere to be and she wasn't going to waste another moment getting there.
The End.
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