Road again

Alex sniffs, clearing her throat. “Well, I don’t know what to say. If you can-”

“The playground…” Ethan blinks, his mind settling after the rushing of memory. “It was five years ago in the playground.”

Looking up, Alex’s blue eyes lock on to his, a bit of moisture in the corner of them. “You remember?”

“Bobby and Aaron were fighting… We were all drunk, except for you. You had strawberry schnapps, but spit it out. Made your lips taste like…”

Alex smiles faintly. “Yeah.” Her smile widens. “You do remember.”

Ethan remembers. In fact, at this moment, he remembers it better than her. He remembers misunderstandings that led to the whole thing. Chuckling slightly, Ethan shrugs his shoulders, keeping that bit of information to himself for now. “Yeah, I uh, guess I just needed another hint.”

“Seemed so…” she moves closer, the distance between them less than a foot. “That was my, ah… First time.”

“Oh.” Ethan blinks.

“I was hoping you’d want to do it again…” a foot turns to inches, her sliding in closer. “But you never came back.”

“Sorry I…” Ethan feels himself shake slightly, the moment becoming very real. Despite her frustration a moment ago, she was now making her interest very obvious. “Didn't mean to leave you hanging.” That was the honest truth.

“I got over it.” She smirks, her expression playful. “Got some more kissing under my belt. I didn't wait around five years for you, you know. I’m not that pathetic.”

“Didn’t say you were.”

Alex puckers her lips slightly, so close she has to tilt her chin. “But you’re here now… And I can tell you’ve been liking what you’ve been seeing…”

“You… Grew up.” Ethan tries to say it in a sexy way, the words potentially a minefield of creepy. He glances down past her face for a quick second, making a show of checking her out. Just looking at her body makes Ethan throb, even with her flat chest. Returning his eyes to her, he smiles. “Sorry to stare.”

“Don’t be.”

Lifting herself up onto her toes, she delivers herself to him, soft lips making contact. Strawberry.

Her hands reach out, pressing lightly against Ethan’s chest, holding on for balance in part, but Ethan feels her fingers wander. For his own part, Ethan reaches down, holding onto Alex’s lower back for a moment, before deciding to help in a better way. Sliding lower, Ethan’s fingers run over the hem of her shorts, finding purchase on her well-formed rump. Touching it gives Ethan pause, his cock aching in approval. Her butt is bigger and firmer than Ethan thought it would be, all the skirts and loose shorts hiding it from him. Cupping each cheek, he lifts the slender woman up slightly, her letting out a sharp huff of approval through her nose.

Lifted slightly, Alex pushes the kiss harder, her tongue slipping in to meet Ethan’s. She’s an aggressive kisser, Ethan thinks, matching her, silently wondering how much his accidental influence molded her technique. Caressing her ass, Ethan feels himself strain in his pants. If they weren't making out on the side of the road, Ethan might suggest that…

Something shifts, Alex rubbing herself against Ethan’s front, causing his pants-covered cock to poke against something hard. Ethan’s eyes flutter, thinking it must be her phone, but it really doesn't feel like it…

After a moment, Alex peels herself off of him, giving him a spacy smile. “So, did my practice pay off?”

Snorting, Ethan doesn't really enjoy thinking about the girl he just kissed making out with random country dudes over the last five years, but… “Can’t complain.”

“Hmmmm,” she nods, tilting her head slightly. “If I don't get home soon, my mother will wonder. Can you… let go of my ass?”

“Oh sorry…” Ethan lets go, Alex dropping a few inches in height quickly.

“Oh don’t be sorry…” she takes a step back, “I think you’ve had some practice doing that the last five years.”

Ethan couldn't deny it, so opted to keep his mouth shut, instead offering a small shrug.

Reaching into her pockets, Alex slips out a box of Gravol and her phone, checking the latter while stuffing the former in at a different angle. Looking at the small box, Ethan nods to himself. That must have been what his dick rubbed against, but the size seems… wrong.

“My parents are leaving town tonight,” Alex sighs, catching Ethan’s attention. “They’ll be gone for days. If you want to come over and… practice.”

Ethan remembers Mrs. Evers saying that, and smiling ear to ear, he gives a small shrug. “I might be inclined, but…” he remembers Charlie’s invitation. While he hasn't committed to that, not really sure he wants to go, he shouldn't double book. “I’ve got a thing tonight…”

“Tomorrow then. Or perhaps the next day.” Alex smiles, shuffling in the dirt, starting to move past Ethan. “Give me time to warm up. See you soon, Ethan.”

“See you soon, Al-” Something comes over him. “Babe.”

Alex immediately blushes her pale face turning tomato red, all her confidence melting away with the simple pet name.

Ethan stands on the side of the road, watching her walk home, a newfound skip in her step. Ethan tries not to stare at her ass too much, but…

Sighing, he needs to decide what to do now. It’s gotten late into the day, Charlie might be at the bar now, and truthfully the bar is closer than home. If he did go home, he’d likely just end up not going out at all.

Ethan thinks it over.