Chapter 59
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Bobby climbs into the back of Ryan’s car and I stop short of following him because there is no real back seat. It’s one of those sporty cars that rides low to the ground and isn’t really built for passengers. A dozen excuses flit through my mind, reasons why I can’t get into the car—because I don’t fit tops the list. But before I can protest, Amber gives me a shove from behind and I find myself sprawled across Bobby’s lap, his hands suddenly all over me. “Sorry,” I mumble as I try to sit up, but his arm drapes over my shoulders to keep me at his side. Amber flops into the front seat, crushing my knees. To no one in particular, I say, “I feel squished.”
In my ear, Bobby laughs. I look at him but he’s so close, we almost kiss, so I turn away. Each breath of his tickles down the collar of my shirt to warm the back of my neck. Please,I think, not sure what it is I want to happen but please oh please oh please. He laughs again, pulls his arm off me, and suddenly it feels like the car has expanded into an SUV, there’s so much space between us. Trying to sound nonchalant, I ask, “Are we headed back to campus?”
Up front, Amber shakes her head as Ryan starts the car. “We’re going for a little drive,” she says…or rather, that’s all I hear before the engine turns over and music blares through the speakers behind me. Heavy bass pounds where my heart used to beat. I can taste the rhythm in the back of my mouth, feel it in my teeth. It throbs through me like blood in my veins. We tear out of the driveway at breakneck speed, each bump in the road reverberating through my spine, and I’m just about to ask if they’ll turn down the stereo when Bobby’s hand drifts to my leg. I stare at the tan fingers splayed against my jeans, just inches from my crotch, and can’t remember how to speak.
Ryan takes the curves fast. With each turn, Bobby and I slide together until I’m practically in his lap. His hand inches further up my thigh. By the time we reach the expressway, he’s barely touching the tip of my cock. I try to shift my legs a bit so he’s not so close, but Amber’s seat keeps me from getting comfortable in any other position. Almost absently, Bobby moves his thumb in time with the music and taps my dick every third beat. He has to feel it, hard as it is, damn.I close my eyes and pray for the strength to keep from creaming myself.
We stay on the expressway for an indeterminable amount of time. The night whirls pass in a streak of lights. The music settles like a dull headache somewhere behind my eyes. In my ear, Bobby breathes, “Come over here,” and pulls me close. He wraps his arms around my waist, his elbow now in my lap, the weight gloriously heavy over the bulge at my crotch. Placing his chin on my shoulder, he grins at me and has to shout over the stereo. “You’ve got the bluest eyes.”
Because I don’t know how to respond to that, I don’t. For a moment we stare at each other, noses almost touching, his breath hot on my cheek. Then he turns towards the front and hollers, “Amber! Turn that shit down. I can’t hit on him if he can’t hear me!”
And I’m back to wanting to disappear. Just sink into the seat completely, let it swallow me whole and spit me out onto the street as the car zooms away. The music lowers a notch or two, nothing too noticeable, and Amber turns around to grin at us. Her arm is stretched between the front seats, her hand presumably in Ryan’s lap doing much the same thing that Bobby’s now doing to me. I shift a little and Bobby rests his head on my shoulder as if to keep me still. This whole ride is beyond surreal.
We take an exit off the expressway and end up on back roads somewhere. I wonder if there’s a plan or Ryan’s just letting the car decide. Soon we leave the flash of the highway and find ourselves tearing down a one lane stretch of road with tall evergreens that line each side. The road meanders through the woods, the car chasing after it, leading us farther away from the tiny piece of New Jersey that I know and deeper into wild backwoods I’d rather not visit. Through the windshield, I watch a green road sign loom up out of the dark night and streak towards us like a ghost. Pine Barrens, it reads. “Where are we?” I ask. I’ve lived here for the two years I’ve attended Rutgers in Camden, and all I know of the Pine Barrens is that it covers most of the lower part of the state. I ask Bobby, “Where the hell are we going, anyway?”
He shrugs and settles closer to me. “Just relax,” he tells me, as if I can turn this tension between us on and off like a switch. “Enjoy the ride.”
Is he serious? I stare at him for a moment, trying to read the thoughts behind those dark eyes, but his elusive grin keeps me guessing. My mind whispers, At least try.Tentatively I reach out and touch his knee. He eases back in the seat, spreading his legs out in front of him, and when he doesn’t laugh or scare me away, my hand drifts down along the seam of his inner thigh. All of a sudden it has a mind of its own, my fingers curious to see if Bobby’s half as hard as I am. I brush over his dick and through his jeans it feels impossibly huge, thick like the muscles in his arms and fully erect. He lifts his hips up to press into my palm and I curve my hand around the outline of his cock through his jeans. With a low growl in the back of his throat, he purrs against my neck, “That’s it.”
I rub down his length. I can’t believe I’m doing this—getting freaky with a guy I crushed on last semester, can this be happening? Bobby moans into my collar and then kisses my neck, his lips hot and damp. His hand is back in my lap again, blatant this time, his fingers fumbling at my zipper like they want in. He finds the pull and starts to tug it down. I feel his trim nails scrape across the front of my briefs, I’m sure the moment he touches me skin on skin I’ll shoot all over the place, he’s seconds from my cock and sopersistent, when the music cuts off completely and Amber turns around in the front seat to grin at us. “We’re in the Barrens,” she says.