“There’s another one!” Erica exclaimed, pointing. She cocked her head at him, meeting his eyes in the dimness. “You must have really liked science class.”
“Nah.” He squeezed his arm around her shoulder. “My dad’s an astronomer. He said the Ursids would be most active on Christmas and Christmas Eve.”
“Wow.” Erica settled back into her comfortable position, head resting on his chest. She could hear his heart beating, even through his coat. “Why isn’t he watching it with you?”
“He’s in Washington.” Clay shrugged. “When President Eisenhower asks you to head up a committee, my father asks, ‘How high?’”
“But on Christmas?” Erica made a face. “Who are you spending Christmas with?”
“My mother.”
She smiled. “Does your mother know where you are right now?”
“She doesn’t even know where
“Look, there’s another one!” Erica pointed.
“Do you think there’s life out there?” Clay asked, sounding thoughtful.
“Where?”
“You know, other planets.”
Erica considered. “I don’t know.”
“You think we’ll ever get there?”
“Outer space?” she laughed. “Like in flying saucers?”
“Well, the Russians launched
Erica shivered. “Would you want to go?”
“Anywhere but here,” Clay replied. She felt his hand stroking her hair, which was growing damp from the snow. It was starting to fall heavier, sticking to their clothes. She saw a snowflake caught on the edge of Clay’s eyelashes and he blinked it away, looking at her.
“I don’t know,” Erica murmured, sliding her leg up over his. “Here isn’t so bad.”
He didn’t bridge the gap, she did, pressing her lips to his, reveling in the warmth of their mouths, the steam of their breath rising in the cold night air. She felt him responding, hands beginning to roam, seeking her softness, reaching under her unbuttoned coat.
“Come on, I’m getting cold,” Erica murmured, sliding off the hood of the car. “Let’s go get warm.”
“What are you doing?” Clay watched as she went around to the driver’s side, opening the back door.
She winked. “There’s more room in the backseat.”
He gaped at her as she shrugged off her coat, wearing her dungarees and a white sweatshirt and boots, tossing it onto the seat.
“You coming?” Erica cocked her hip, hands on them, and then she crawled into the backseat of the Chevy. For a moment, she thought he was frozen to the car, like a hood ornament, and then he hopped off, the snow crunching under his boots as he came around the car door.
Erica had already pulled off her boots, leaving them on the floor with her damp coat. Clay hesitated only a moment, a bemused look on his face as if he’d just been told something incredible-like he’d just won a thousand dollar prize-before diving into the backseat with her, shutting the door behind him. She giggled at his enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck, feathering kisses over his snow-wet face.
“It’s really coming down out there,” she murmured over his shoulder, glancing out the window at the white flakes, like a thousand flying moths, as she unbuttoned his coat. “What if we get stuck out here in the snow?”
“That would be a scandal.” He grinned, shrugging off his coat. “But I can’t think of a better way to spend Christmas.”
His coat joined Erica’s on the floor, and was soon followed by her sweatshirt and dungarees, along with his jeans and shirt, and they rolled around in their underwear, sweaty bodies sticking to the seat, only little bits of fabric left between them and paradise. Clay groaned at every instance of their disrobing, closing his eyes and dropping his head for a moment, like he was saying a little prayer, although Erica didn’t know if it was a prayer for forgiveness or a prayer of thanks.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Erica whispered as she took his hand in hers, sliding it past the elastic of her panties to the promise land. Clay groaned again, burying his face against her breasts.
“Done what?” he croaked, cupping her mound, snatching her bra strap between his teeth and pulling, shaking it like a dog, with a low growl in his throat.
“Oh this is going to be fun.” Erica guided his hand, parting her sex with his fingers, using them to pleasure herself. Neither of them spoke, their breath matching her motion, faster and faster. She watched his face, the confusion and the wonder there. He was enthralled, in total awe of her audacity.
“Are you… what are you…?”
“Shhhhh.” She quieted him with a quick kiss, wanting it, working for it, knowing that once she gave him the full green light, it would be over in seconds, so she had to get hers now, right now, like this. Erica curled his fingers around her sex, forcing them inside of her, and Clay had found her rhythm, rocking his hand between her legs under the stretch of her white cotton panties.
Erica cried out when she came, pelvis arched up, legs butterflied around Clay’s hips, quivering in the steamy heat of the backseat with the final pulsing release of it. He groaned again, fingers still buried in her, as she floated back down to earth.
“Was that… did you…?”
“Yes.” She wiggled out of her panties, adding them to the growing mass of clothes on the floor. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Whoa. Wait… I… really?” he squeaked, blinking in surprise when Erica rolled him onto his back, reaching around to unhook her bra. His reluctance disappeared the moment he saw her sitting on him topless, lust overtaking his hesitation, hands reaching for her breasts, cupping them in wonder.
“Let’s see what we have here…” Erica slid his boxers down, allowing him to spring free, satisfyingly hard. “Mmm. Nice.”
“Erica…” Clay bit his lip when she began to stroke him, his face pained. “I didn’t bring you here for… I mean…”
“I know. It’s okay. I want to.” She shifted in her straddle, sliding him between her labia. They were swollen from her orgasm, her juices flowing, more than ready for him. “Did you think, when you invited me to meet you at two in the morning, that I was going to be a good girl?”
“But you’re… I really like you, Erica.”
“I like you too.” She was guiding him, nice and easy. “That’s why we’re doing this.”
“Wow.” Clay’s hands gripped her breasts as she began to slide down on him. “Wow. Oh wowwwwww. You’re something else!”
She pressed a finger to his lips, settling into the saddle of his hips, feeling him fully inside of her. “Shhh. No more talking.”
Erica rocked her pelvis back and forth, up and back, watching his expression change from astonishment to pleasure, from fascination to lust. It was his first time, but it was far from hers, so she took complete control, enjoying her power, feeding on it. It was intoxicating, and Erica was fearless, unashamed, using her body to force him to the brink.
She knew she was bad, she knew it, and she enjoyed it. The flirting they’d been doing for the past few weeks had culminated in this moment, but for her, it was more than that. She’d been holding back her feelings for Father Michael so long, she couldn’t help the floodgates when the dam burst. Poor Clay had just been standing in the way and was in danger of drowning. It wasn’t this poor boy’s fault that she was imagining a certain handsome priest, but Clay didn’t look like he minded. He probably still wouldn’t have minded if she’d told him the truth, but she wasn’t going to do that.
“Oh. God. Ohhh! God!” Clay’s hands crushed her breasts together, hips bucking her up so hard she nearly hit the roof of the car.
Erica leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Go ahead. You can come inside of me. I want you to.”
He shuddered, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying himself completely inside of her, his final cry of release making her smile in triumph as she felt the tell-tale surge of white hot liquid deep in her belly. She kissed
