Ford Ranger Memories. A short story by Jillian Schweitzer

18Oct09

I’ve always been very orgasmic, enjoying what happened when my hands slipped between my thighs, sighing happily as my fingers slid over my clit again and again. One was never enough for me; I had to have at least four before I was marginally satisfied.

But getting off with another person was different, exciting, sexy and unpredictable. I loved sneaking off with my boyfriend, especially at night after our dates at the local movie theater. He had his dad’s old 1989 brown Ford Ranger that he picked me up in during the summer before college.

One night, in August, at our usual parked spot, his fingers slid down into the waistband of my skirt. He had ventured there before, but I had never come, just become sopping wet. He slowly stroked my clit, running his long fingers around it. I was sprawled across the front seat, my head in his lap. It was still too new, to tell him what I liked. I knew what I liked but he seemed to know what he was doing. I loved the unexpectedness, the not knowing what his fingers would slip to next.

My toes began to curl and uncurl and my breathing got heavier. He leaned down to kiss me and I gripped his lips with my teeth, a slight growl coming from me.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you like that?” he smiled smugly. I kissed him again, tasting his mouth and the slight tangy sweat from his upper lip. His fingers picked up speed at just the right moments, hitting all the right spots. I began to cry out and flung my hair back in movie style fashion, an absurd detail that still sticks with me. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking until long
after I’d finished coming. My thighs were sticky and I was shocked to see him licking his fingers.

“I like the way you taste.”

I was surprised; I was more than satisfied with just one. For now anyway.

Jillian Schweitzer is a writer and a photographer, who has been published in various college publications and in the anthology Into Our Clothes, distributed by Writer’s Lair. This is her first submission with the bliss project.

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