Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... white as her hands gripped the steering wheel with such a ferocity. This went unnoticed by either Tom or Lee however, Lee’s eyes had lit up at the mention of the annual barn dance.

This would be the first one Lee got to attend, if her mother relented and allowed it. Deeny knew how she felt, as she had been just as giddy and excited about attending her first time as well. While she hadn’t attended this past year, because of the drama from the year before, Deeny knew that if momma allowed Lee to go this year, she would be going with her just to look after her little sister.

“Soooo?” Lee stretched the question out much like her own anticipation, almost holding her breath as she looked over her shoulder into the back seat at Tom.

“Huh?” Tom asked, confused possibly from his own distraction while thinking back to the ambush by Sylvia and her minions earlier. His face blank but bordering on panic actually as he replayed the conversation in his head from the time he climbed into the car till this moment.

“Are you going?” Lee clarified a bit, still watching Tom’s face and thinking that he was so cute with that look…look of what? She couldn’t decide if it was panic or just nervousness. She’d seen how he looked at her when he didn’t know she was watching him.

“I… I think I will… maybe…” Tom half mumbled hesitantly, even blushing a little maybe. His eyes never stopped moving, switching back and forth between Lee’s face and his own fidgeting hands in his lap as he wrung ...

... his fingers nervously.

Lee was positively vibrating with excitement, she had one hand squeezing on Deeny’s right arm as she was trying to drive. Deeny gave her a sidelong glance that marked her annoyance of her sister’s infatuation with this boy. But, to be honest, Deeny’s feelings were more likely tainted by her encounter with his drunken father two years earlier. She understood that, and by glancing in the rearview mirror, she could and did check out this boy. No, even Deeny had to admit, he was a young man, but maybe he didn’t quite understand that himself yet. It was hard to tell as he was so seemingly, at least, outwardly shy. Deeny knew that would change though.

As for Lee, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Tom. The thoughts running through her mind were a mixed bag of innocent infatuation and a more risqué jumble of desires and longing. She could feel herself tingle in places that shouldn’t, and she was… damp. Her heart raced, and her breathing became, well, labored at times and almost nonexistent at others. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel his hands on her, his lips on her lips.

Tom, for most outwardly appearances, seemed calm, if a little shy and uncomfortable. Just under the surface however, he was much like Lee, in that his heart was racing and his body was betraying him in other ways. Thank God he was sitting down and his books were in his lap. With an inward groan, however, he realized that he’d have to climb out of the car eventually and his ...