Independence Day, Part Two - Sex Stories

Independence Day, Part Two

Steve squeezed her hand. He nearly bowed with a nod, as if encouraging her to tell Josh the truth. To face the things about herself that weren’t normal, or even normally abnormal. Things she’d never admit to the people closest to her. Never tell Pierce. They’re leaving anyway . Daphne tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear, her gaze tracing Josh’s young, innocent face. The faintest shadow of stubble scrubbed his chin. Cute. Innocent. “Hey, uh...” Josh leaned forward, elbows on his thighs and fingers holding his beer between them. He glanced down, shuffled his cowboy boots. Arched a shoulder and looked up at her again. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve let go of her hand, his fingers molding to the inside of her bare leg. He followed the line of her inner thigh, creeping closer to the heat of her damp pussy. She spread her palms behind her on the pebbled cooler and leaned back, her relaxed legs spreading as she watched Josh’s gaze move south. “What if I offered to help you?” “Help me?” His dark eyes shot back to hers. Daphne felt Steve’s hand creep under the drape of her skirt and slide his fingers along her slit over her underwear like a question. She nodded at Josh and covered Steve’s hand with her own, pressing his finger onto her clit. Gasping, she struggled to hold the gaze of the wide eyed, innocent boy in the white plastic chair next to her as she bucked against Steve’s hand. “You’ll never get this chance again, man,” Steve said over her shoulder, ...

... his confident finger swiping between her clit and sweltering pussy. “Don’t say no.” Whimpering, Daphne looked back at Steve. He met her eyes as she ground her clit into the pads of his fingers. “That’s right, beautiful. Feels good, doesn’t it?” With his free hand, Steve lifted off his sombrero and tossed it, letting it fall to the pavement. He smiled, his straight teeth reflecting the cantaloupe color of the parking lot light above. “You’re a sweet, sweet woman, aren’t you?” “Yes,” she whispered. It was an admission that had always seemed to make people vulnerable, but in this moment she realized the truth. In the world’s harsh face, to be kind, vulnerable, and different was a measure of personal strength. “You are so beautiful,” Steve murmured in her ear. His fingers left her thighs as he hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her the last few inches toward him. “She... she’s more into you than me.” Josh’s quiet, nervous voice held the promise of innocence, exploration, and a whole new world, entered from a door of tenuous trust and the hope of something far outside their understanding. Every molecule in her body screamed for it. Daphne’s hip hit the flimsy plastic arm of Steve’s chair when his other hand clutched her, lifting up. “No!” Giggling, she curled her fingers around his hands and extricated his grip, letting his fingers fall to her thigh again as she eased back down on the lid of the cooler. She raised her eyebrows. “That’s not very nice, Steven. Don’t you think ...