Moments I'll Never Confess

Summertime

A Continuation of the Previous Oneshot (The Phone Call) THIS WAS HEAVILY REQUESTED BY MANY!!!!!! Warning--daddy kink.

A few months went by since Sue and I first had phone sex when we were both away at school—but that wasn't our last time. Every week since then, it had been a routine for me to call Sue late at night, turn each other on, and then get off together. To say I was excited to finally see her in person would be an understatement. I was absolutely ecstatic and ready—after months of teasing and torture of not being able to actually do the things I would say to her over the phone—I was ready to do it.

And Sue knew it. And she was ready, too. Her and Michael broke up not long after the first time we had phone sex—I guess he just wasn't doing it for her. It's sad, really—getting dumped for not doing a good job in bed—so much so that she had to get satisfied by me over the phone. A shame to him, really, but a win for me.

I was currently on my way over to pick Sue up from her parents' house—we had plans to take a burn cruise around Amherst and just hang out. It was Summer now, after all. Sue and I tended to hang out frequently and would have a lot of late nights. Something tells me that things are going to be a bit different this summer, though. I turned down Sue's street and drove about a half mile down it, parking my car outside in front of her house before leaning on my horn a couple of times. It didn't take long for Sue to come running out of the house and into my car.

Damn, she looked good. Her hair was down and she was wearing short jean shorts and a simple cropped top—but I was drooling over her.

"Hey, Dickinson." She said, a smirk on her face as she shut the door while staring at me.

"Susie." I raised my eyebrow, smirking back. "You got the goods?"

She held up a bag that had a few joints in it and nodded, "Always."

I nodded in satisfaction while putting my car back in drive, "Shit—I missed you."

"You've talked to me every week." She said in a low voice, biting her lip.

I glanced over at her and raised my eyebrows, looking at her knowingly, and she just smirked back at me while putting the joint up to her lips. I continued driving down the road and veered off to some of the more secluded side roads as Sue sparked up the first joint. She took a long inhale, letting it sit before blowing it out.

"So..." She said, taking another hit before passing the joint to me, "What's the plan for you and I tonight?"

I shrugged as I took a hit and turned down another road, "I don't know—I say we cruise this joint and find a spot to park for the other ones."

"Ah." Sue said, nodding her head as she licked her lips. Fuck, she's so hot. "Just like old times—I like it. Let's go to our spot by the river."

"Exactly where I was headed," I said, taking another hit before passing it back to her.

It was about a ten-minute drive from where we were right then. I turned the radio up a bit to drown out the silence that Sue and I were suddenly having. She was looking out the window as she hit the joint—ashing it out of the crack of the window. I was feeling nervous and I think she was, too. I think we ultimately know that something is going to happen between us—whether it be tonight or another night this summer... I could feel it in my core and she could, too. I could read Sue like a book. I could drink up every move and word she'd make or say.

But there was such a tension built up between us over these past few months, I don't know how I could resist her at this point—I was already aching for her. The time passed and we had been passing the joint back and forth until I pulled up to our secluded spot along the Connecticut River nearby. It was just a small little dirt parking lot right by the water that was very rarely ever filled—especially at this time of night.