“Sure, I’m twenty-one…or so,” she replied with an impish grin.
“I’m not getting an underaged-”
“Come on, Adrian,” she interrupted, entwining her hands around his neck. They were hot to the touch. “Please?”
“I don’t-” he stammered, unable to form his mouth into words. She smelled sweet, like berries. Adrian wondered if it came from the cotton candy she’d been munching on before they’d started talking.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” Serena whispered into his ear.
Thirty minutes later, they were sitting under an oak tree near the Ferris wheel, each cradling their second cups of beer. They had exhausted the normal first-date chatter — weather, jobs, family and the like — and Serena had opted to people watch as the crowd skipped from ride to ride and booth to booth.
Adrian had no issues with this; he was content to simply gaze at Serena out of the corner of his eye. He watched her dark hair dance in the wind, and he desperately wanted to reach out his hand to stroke her skin.
Despite her slightly emo appearance, she was soft and delicate, funny and sweet — a vast difference from the hard-edged women he’d seemed to attract lately. Charisse was a lot of things, but ‘soft’ and ‘sweet’ weren’t anywhere near the top ten.
“See anything you like?” Serena said suddenly without turning to face him. She took another sip of beer as she smirked in his direction.
Adrian chuckled, remembering the first words she’d said to him. “Actually, I do.”
“What do you see?”
“You.”
She turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. Her smirk hadn’t faded yet. “What’s so interesting about me?”
Adrian shook his head. “Where would you like me to start? You’re gorgeous from head to toe. I love listening to you laugh. You’re a fun person to be with. I thought that this little trip to the carnival was going to be shit, but you made it really awesome just by being here. I don’t want this day to end.”
Serena blushed and looked down, seeming to be at a loss for words. She picked at a few blades of grass before turning up her chin towards him, sending a coy look in his direction. “So…what are you waiting for?”
He gently took her cup and set it on the ground next to them before placing his hand against the back of her head and drawing her close. When their lips met, the impact was like a wave crashing against him. The closeness of her and the way her tender lips pressed against his own all melted together into a moment that seemed to last forever.
Adrian started to draw away after a moment, expecting the kiss to be over — but she grabbed his neck frantically and pulled him back onto the grass. Her hands were caressing him from his cheeks to the base of his neck, stroking and lightly scratching him as she pressed her lips against his own.
Her tongue darted against and around his, which was both playful and frantic at the same time. Adrian felt his cock begin to swell against the fabric of his jeans, and his hands were almost to her breasts before he reluctantly stopped himself.
“Wait,” Adrian mumbled against her insistent kisses. “Wait, wait. We can’t do this here.”
Her eyelids fluttered open and her dark eyes were glaring at him. They were different than they had been earlier — they were just as intense as they had been before, but there was something else there too. They fluttered around frantically, desperately waiting for an explanation for the delay. He figured that Serena was silently pleading with him to continue what had been started.
“We can’t do this here,” he repeated, gesturing to the people who had stopped walking nearby. Indeed, something of a small crowd had gathered, staring open-mouthed at the bold couple. An old pair of blue-haired women sneered down at them and their obvious lack of discretion, and one of the few school children who’d showed up was snickering at them from the other side of the path.
“Fuck them,” Serena stammered, trying to kiss him again.
Adrian held her back gently, willing her to listen. “If this continues,” he whispered, “it’s going to escalate, and we’ll be arrested if we do anything right here. I’d rather not get into that kind of trouble today, no matter how much I want it to happen.”
For a moment it looked as though she was about to argue again, but her better judgment prevailed as she hopped to her feet. She grabbed his arm to help him stand, and together they pushed past the small crowd, drinks in hand and leaving her stuffed bear behind.
Adrian wasn’t entirely sure where she was leading him, but he had no real preference one way or another as long as he was with Serena. That being said, he couldn’t help smiling when he saw where they’d stopped.
“Isn’t this a little cliche?” Adrian asked.
The Tunnel of Love wasn’t very busy compared to the rest of the carnival — there were only five other couples in line. Enormous pink swan boats floated into a large, cavernous opening and disappeared into the penetrating darkness of the ride.
It was enormous compared to the other attractions, looking like it had been built from an old, grandiose warehouse. He actually hadn’t seen any Tunnels of Love outside of the cartoons he’d watched growing up, and Adrian couldn’t believe he was actually about to go into one.
Serena sighed as she seemed to have the same idea. “This isn’t really my scene either, Adrian, but I don’t really have any better ideas. Do you?”
Adrian looked around, seeing her point. The only other indoor rides were bumper cars and mini-rollercoasters, and those seemed like they were more geared towards making people nauseous rather than horny. That wasn’t really the kind of fun he had in mind.
“Besides,” Serena continued huskily, “it’s traditional, isn’t it? Romantic or whatever?”
“Can’t argue with that,” Adrian replied as they were loaded onto one of the gaudy, aged swans. It tilted and swayed with their added weight. They placed their beers into the small, old cup holders that were hanging down on either side of their seats. With a wink, the creepy old carnie that had loaded them in pulled down on the wooden lever on the dock. Slowly, they floated into the swirling blackness of the ride.
Once inside, there wasn’t much to look at other than the bright pink backgrounds and floating cartoon hearts. Adrian wasn’t sure who the ride had been geared towards, but it certainly wasn’t he or Serena. He assumed that it had been built to cater to the younger crowd — to the fifth graders whose idea of dating was holding hands on the playground.
For her part, Serena didn’t even seem to notice the silly surroundings. As soon as they were away from the dock and lost in the darkness, she attacked Adrian with all the pent-up lust she’d been holding on to since they’d left the oak tree. She was at his neck, softly kissing and biting his skin at intervals up to his ears, where she whispered his name softly.
“You know that they’ve probably got cameras in here, right?” Adrian asked as her hand found its way to his crotch.
“I hope that they enjoy the show then,” Serena shot back, sounding entirely unconcerned. She forcefully yanked down his zipper and shoved her small hand inside, feeling around his boxer shorts and pulling out his cock. It wasn’t as big as the ones in the pornos, but it did the job. What it lacked in absurd length, however, it made up for in thickness. Even Charisse had been impressed, and she’d never been known to candy coat things like that.
Serena didn’t, however, linger in that area. Once his shaft was exposed, Serena seemed perfectly content to travel her hands up and down the length of his body, feeling under his shirt and entwining her fingers with the hairs on his chest. Her legs curled upwards onto the seat and she positioned them to where she was making a bridge over Adrian’s own legs — his cock standing at attention directly underneath the back of her knees, only inches away from the fabric that was covering her pussy.
Alright, then, Adrian thought to himself. If she wants to play, we’ll play.
Taking the initiative, he pulled her hands into his own and held them against the back of the swan boat. He then lowered his lips to the base of her neck, nipping playfully at the exposed skin there. She let out her breath in an aroused sigh as he touched his tongue against her, tasting her skin. She tasted sweet, once again reminding him of the berries he’d smelled earlier.
He lowered his hands and caressed her gently down the sides of her body, running them back up along her soft stomach and around to the small of her back. He slipped his hand behind her and up the back of her shirt,
