Chapter 2
Most of those eighteen years Tiffany had also had a husband, but now they were divorced. Tiffany and I had recently reconnected, and spent our borrowed time at parks and parking lots near where she was supposed to be for her house arrest. She lived with an old Baptist preacher and his wife, so there was no way for us to get away with the kinds of things we wanted to do at that place. And I didn’t want to bring her around Roni and her family.
The straight Indiana roads were pretty clear, but a light dusting of snow lay on the ground. Tiffany pulled into a big wooded park. We got out and walked silently, hand in hand, to a gazebo far from the playground, surrounded by trees, and sat on a freezing stone bench inside.
“I’ve missed you,” Tiffany murmured in my ear. Then she bit my earlobe and I felt adrenaline through my whole body. We kissed passionately, and soon I had Tiffany lying down on the wide bench, our body heat keeping each other as warm as possible.
Luckily I’m a giver, because Tiffany was definitely a taker. Most of the time that didn’t bother me. It was more fun to get her off. It made me feel powerful, and gave me deep satisfaction that masturbation could finish off later.
As wind whipped through the gazebo, I moved my hand from Tiffany’s face to her breast. I knew exactly where to find her nipple after long years of practice.
“Yes, Rave,” she sighed, arching her back.
There was no time for drawn-out foreplay and romance. We were on a time limit, and besides that, we had the risk of being caught out here. I knew exactly how to get Tiffany off, fast and hard, because I’d gotten to know her body so well.
I unbuttoned her pants and slipped my fingers inside them.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered, not bothering to pull her pants down any farther. I rubbed her pussy, then focused on the clit.
“Raven,” she said loudly.
“Shh.” I slid my fingers inside and moved them slowly. As I felt her pussy tighten, I moved faster and faster. Within seconds she was crying out with no inhibition and soaking her jeans.
Tiffany made me feel like I was the sex master.
On and on I went, and she came again and again, not caring about the consequences. She pulled up her shirt and bra, and I sucked and bit her nipples as I continued to get her off.
With one last cry, she violently pushed my hand away from her and lay still, breathing heavily. I smiled and lay on top of her with my head on her chest.
“Damn, Rave. When was the last time you got me off like that?”
I laughed. “Uh…the last time we were together?”
She chuckled and wrapped her arms around me.
It was really fucking cold outside.
“Let’s get something to eat before I have to go back,” she said.
Back at the truck, Tiffany had another pair of jeans and underwear waiting for her, and she changed in the back seat, cleaning herself off with wet wipes.
She planned ahead for that sort of shit.
“We’ve got to get a place soon,” I said as we drove back into an area of town full of businesses and pulled up to Rally’s. “I can’t stand this weather.”
“Next week I’m going to get a four-hour pass and get us a hotel,” Tiffany said, handing me a box of fries.
“Hell yeah.”
After eating and driving around for a while, Tiffany dropped me off at my place. Well, it was more of Roni and Ray’s place than mine. Everyone else in the house was asleep, so I crept inside, took my stupid medication for bipolar disorder, and after getting off my own neglected pussy, rolled onto my stomach and passed out.
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The next morning I woke up and read a phone message from Sof first thing, as I still lay in bed.
Sof: My book will be a sci-fi utopia mixed with dystopia. It’s all about finding the common denominator in chaos. It’s everywhere, it’s just things not being said or done yet. Everybody wants to think how wonderful a utopia would be. What they could do to move the world to that area. How they could become a nice person. Nobody wants to do the work, just think about it. Push the tables over a little bit from the complete fantasy of thought to doing, to being, to it is.