The Bunhead and the Bad Boy

[ArcticAvenue]

Laughing he shook his head. “Yeah, I know how you practice, you would practice my nuts off.”

He couldn’t stop smiling at his little sex pot, the horny dancer of his own creation. “Don’t think you have to do it again.” He was talking a little more seriously, and a little more sleepy eyed. “I mean, I won’t argue with you

Carson turned to his side, guiding her to lay down her side as well. He still kept an arm underneath her but mostly to keep her close and curled up next to him. There was purpose to do it, though, and even in this public cubby he wasn’t going to hide what he was going to do next.

“You know you don’t have to do anything with me, you can tell me no if I get too pushy. I’ll like you all the same,” he smiled. His free hand found the top of jeans tight up against to her pelvis. “Though I like this fearless side of you too.” With skill, he popped the button on the jeans, and his fingers pushed under the loosened waistband, under the panties below, and made their intent to move on her own sensitive bits very clear.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

There was something wet seeping into her jeans and a cobweb tickling her forehead, but the feel of Carson's hand against her heated skin pushed every other thought from Grace's mind. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips as Carson's fingers inched down her waist and beneath the band of her panties.

"What if..." Grace gasped as the tips of his fingers brushed against her, "what if I want to do it again." Her eyes drifted close, revealing in the feelings that Carson stirred in her. "I like the way I feel when I'm with you." Her lips parted in a soft moan. "I like the way you make me feel." The words came out in a husky groan as Grace shifted, allowing Carson's fingers to touch her heated sex.

Pushing her hips forward, Grace bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open to meet Carson's.

"And I want to do everything with you," she said, breathless. "I want to experience everything with you...soon." Capturing his lips with hers, Grace made sure that Carson knew her mind was made up. She wanted him to know that one day soon she would be his. Completely.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Carson’s fingers were becoming master navigators of the hidden lands of Grace’s crotch. Even in the tight confines of the her jeans, it didn’t take long for a finger to reach her clit and start to strum it against the wet fur of her mons. He kept his eyes locked on hers, enjoying the way each rub, slide, or twirl will make her react. Yet not once did he miss a word she was saying, in that cute erotic way this nymphette fought between her naive ways and her carnal body.

Her eyes fluttered open, she leaned in on his hand, then she spoke the words that started to sober him up. "And I want to do everything with you. I want to experience everything with you...soon."

His hand stopped moving on her. Well, maybe not completely stop - his hand was still as male as the rest of him, so it still stroked her soft pussy, just not so assertively.

“Are … Are you sure,” he stumbled. “Are you sure you don’t want to do it with someone else? You only get to do it the first time once.” He reached up to her forehead and cleared a cobweb away; he felt like he was being tender to do so, but it only reminded him more where they were. “I’m not like Gabe or those other dancers. And I probably not the kind of boyfriend to show off to your friends and all. Seems all I do is drag you into a hiding hole to make out or get you in trouble.”

His hand still moved along her sex, teasing at her outer lips. “I mean, I’m fine with what evers.I am okay with being practice for you, until someone comes along, or I get my shit together. God knows you are good at practicing. God knows you may just leave me for that banana. But to be your first?” He paused for a minute and had probably his most serious moment of his young life. “I like ya, Grace. I like ya a lot. So … Are you sure?”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Were they really having this conversation now, with Carson's fingers playing against her clit and Grace aching for more. The situation was laughable, but Grace was nowhere near laughing. Her eyes met Carson's, her gaze boring deep into his. She wanted him to know that she meant everything she said.

"If I wanted to be with someone else don't you think I would. You know me, Carson, I don't do anything I don't want to. And what I want is to be with you. Those other guys are stupid and they only care about themselves. You are different. You make me want to be different." Her hand rested on his chest and she could feel his heart beating against her palm.

"I like you, too, Carson. A lot. More than I've ever liked anyone. I want you to be my first and I usually get what I want." She smirked before leaning in to kiss him, her tongue brushing against his lips as she pressed her sex against his fingers.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

When she smirked, he smirked. Then with her kiss, he accepted her demands, and in it’s own way accepted his responsibility.

He nipped at her tongue with his lips, teasing her as he did. The boldness of the conversation, made him feel playful. In the tight confines of her jeans, he stepped up his pressure on her clitty, spinning circles around it with his fingertip. He kissed in quick pecks over her lips, rubbing his cheek against hers. He bumped her nose with his. He pressed his hand deeper under the denim, now allowing more of his fingers to cup the molten heat of her sex.

“No Skate parks, though,” he laughed between kisses. “No sheds. No benches out back dance clubs. It will be somewhere special, and I decide where.”

Two fingers pierced her inner lips, finding the wetness inside her cunny. Her clits wedged itself between them as they tested her tight inner passage. They curled inside her opening, careful of what lay if he pushed too deep. Yet no sooner were they in, they moved quick, twiddling the rolls and ridges inside.

“You can practice, but I want to hear details,” he continued.

His mouth open and he lightly bit her lip as she reacted to the intruding digits.

“You’ll get what you want, but I will choose when & where.”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

The promise in Carson's words sent shivers down Grace's spine - or perhaps it was the way that his fingers penetrated her body that was the cause of said shivers. Either way, Grace was finding it very difficult to hold onto reality, her mind slipping ever further into the oblivion of her impending orgasm.

Would it always be this way, she wondered, would the pleasure always dwell right beneath the surface of her skin? Would she always feel about to explode whenever Carson so much as brushed his fingertips against her? She certainly hoped so.

His fingers moved inside her, pushing further but never breaching that wall that would take them past the point of no return. Grace could feel him there, his fingers manipulating her. Bringing the young woman to the brink and then retreating only to repeat their actions again and again.

Grace raised her hips desperately. If Carson's fingers felt like this inside her, Grace could only imagine what it would feel like when he fulfilled his promise to be her first.

With her lips on his, Grace gave a muffled cry and allowed herself to be carried away on the wave of her orgasm. Happily sinking into the oblivion.

~*~*~​

"What's gotten into you lately? Or should I say...who has gotten into you?"

Unable to hold back the giddy smile on her lips, Grace fell back against her pillows, laptop perched on her knees as she Skyped with Jenna.

"For your information," she replied primly, "nobody has gotten into me - as you so crudely put it. Carson and I are taking it slow."

Slow was a relative term when it came to the two hormonal teens. It had been nearly a month since their date at the skate park and Grace couldn't be happier. It wasn't all just make-out sessions, blow jobs, and hand jobs, the two were spending a lot of time together simply being. Talking and getting to know each other beyond the physical intimacy they shared.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." Jenna rolled her eyes and Grace stuck out her tongue. Let Jenna believe what she wanted, Grace was happy and there was nothing anyone could say or do that would change that.

"Oh, so we've got a long weekend this week and I was thinking of coming out to visit."

"Seriously?" Grace perked up, her smile broadening. She hadn't seen her best friend since the semester started. "Oh my god, I would love that!"

"I was hoping you would. I can be out there late Friday afternoon. You sure Carson won't mind sharing you for a few days." Jenna teased.

"Are you kidding? He's been bugging me to meet you ever since I stupidly told him about the lesson with the banana."

"Did you seriously tell him about that?"

Grace blushed, nodding slowly. "You know how I get when I'm nervous."

Jenna's laughter echoed in the room. "You are hopeless."

Grace waved it off. Jenna wasn't saying anything she didn't already know.

~*~*~​

"Do you see her? Oh, is that her? She said her train was supposed to get in fifteen minutes ago." Bouncing up and down on her toes, Grace strained to see over the constant flow of passengers disembarking the train. Balancing with one hand on Carson's arm, she looked around, searching for Jenna's familiar mess of wild, raven black curls.

"Oh, there she is!" Grace cried, jumping up and down like a child on Christmas day. She waved her hands over her head wildly. "Jenna! Over here, Jenna!" Not waiting for her friend to break through the crowd, Grace took off, pushing past people with mumbled apologies before flinging herself into her best friend's arms.

Chattering a mile a minute, the two girls made their way, arm in arm, back towards Carson. Grinning widely - the cat who ate the proverbial canary - Grace stood before him.

"Carson, this is my best friend in the entire world, Jenna. Jenna, this is my boyfriend, Carson. I ask only that the two of you do not decide to use your perverted minds against me."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

“You see, her best friend is coming in from Iowa. And she’s got no car either.”

“She doesn’t have a car,” corrected Lora, the pony tailed firecracker who, even being 3 years younger, seems to have taken upon herself to correct all of Carson’s faults.

“She DOESN’T have a car,” Carson patiently agreed, “And it would just be easier if one of us did … So, can I borrow the van?”

“Father Jack, he just wants it to kiss her,” Lora complained.

“This doesn’t concern you, Lora,” Father Jack replied.

Lora was quick to respond. “Ya-huh it does. I don’t want the van to stink of perfume and doing .. IT.”

“Lora!” Father Jack called. “Here, take this and put it into the stockroom.” The 20-something pastor, whom in his sweatshirt & jeans was only noticeable as clergy by the what all the kids call him, gave the girl a econo sized bags of cheese doodles. A clear hint to leave the conversation.

They were all outside the The Cave Youth Center, a place Carson stumbled upon when he was bored out of his mind shortly after arriving in town, and has now turned it into a full time job paying good enough that he actually is paying his aunt rent. They were unpacking the van in question after a run to the local warehouse store to stock the center’s supplies. Carson was the one who actually made the run, part of the growing responsibilities at the place. That includes opening up the place in the morning, right after he accompanies (and occasionally ‘detours’) Grace on her morning run, doing some fix-it stuff around the center, and even teaching some of the kids how to skate. The place is meant to be an option for kids to meet in a safe, clean location; and now that the rumor is out that a ‘cool kid’ like Carson works there - the center is keeping pretty busy. Many of the newcomers are girls, the downside is that some are like Lora who seem to be happy to hang on every one of Carson’s words except get all pissy when there is any mention of Grace.

“So,” Carson returned now that they were alone, “the van? It would just be tonight, then later when her friend has to go back to the train station.”

The two of them were taking turns stacking 12-packs of soda onto a dolly. “All Lora’s needling aside, Carson, she does have a point.” Father Jack stopped for a moment. “You and Grace sound like you are getting pretty serious these days. I trust you, but if you’re thinking about it, a van is no place to cash in your V-card.”

“For one thing,” Carson replied, “I turned that card in a few years back … and we had this talk already …”

Father Jack interrupted, “I guess what I am saying is … I can’t stop you from doing what you want. I just don’t want it going on in the van.”

There was a time not too long ago that any adult making such a request would have fallen on deaf ears. Actually the opposite would have happened. Carson would have made sure that the request was violated, and violated and violated. Especially if it was his dad making the demand, though any mention from his dad about Carson’s sex life would have been pretty wierd. Father Jack was different. For being an adult, he was cool. More than that, he treated Carson like an adult too. This was about respect, and something about the request made Carson want to respect it back.

“Got my word, Father Jack.”

“Alright then,” the pastor replied and began pushing the dolly into the center.

Carson smiled, stopped and pulled out his phone. The screen saver was a pic of him and Grace, appearing to be innocently taking a selfie together; but it was from that first day behind the shed - and the idea that he knew she was still naked from the waist down when they took it was enough to get those tingles going again. Still, no time to lose. He opened the phone and sent a text to Grace, “Got the thumbs up, cutie. Pick you up after class.”

*****

Carson was only a little self conscious. They’ve been out enough times together that he was comfortable with terms like “boyfriend”, and “steady” … hell, even the ‘L-word’ had been hinted to here and there. Yet, standing here in the train station with Grace wrapped around his arm, he was getting a nervous.

Grace was excited … and that’s an understatement. This was her life long best friend. Carson had heard enough about Jenna to know what she meant to Grace, but never really talked to her. Not just that, it was clear since that first time in the skate park that Jenna knew just about everything the two of them were doing. So much so, everytime Grace was trying something new, he was sure she had run it past Jenna first for advice. In all honesty, Jenna was wired more like Carson than she was like Grace.

Still, with his girl giggly and excited at his arm, he was nervous. He wanted this to go well, cause the one thing he didn’t want was to make a problem between the two girls.

Carson wasn’t sure what to look for, but he kinda didn’t have to. Sweet, introverted Grace practically exploded with emotion the moment she saw her friend.

As they caught up with everything … EVERYTHING .. in the few seconds they got to talk, he stood back and waited. Standing there in a t-shirt from the youth center, his standard board shorts, and canvas boat shoes, he kept his hands in his pockets and waited for them to come back to him. Now he was being the introvert.

Finally they approached, and Grace being cheeky gave the introduction: ” I ask only that the two of you do not decide to use your perverted minds against me.”

Carson smirked, and offered to shake Jenna’s hand in greeting. “That’s exactly why she made me leave the bananas at home.”

Without a laugh, but only a tiny smirk, Jenna repled, “So this is the famous, Pete Rose.”

“Pete Rose,” Carson asked.

“Yeah, the baseball guy,” Jenna replied. “Rumor is you two have something in common. When you go into 3rd Base you do it head first.”

Carson beamed smugly. “I’m going to like you, Jenna.”

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[SweetAsSuga]

“So in the million Skype calls we’ve had in the past few weeks you failed to mention just how fuckin’ hot Carson was.” Jenna propped her chin on the padded shoulder of the passenger seat.

Casting a glance out the window, Grace watched as Carson slid a credit card into the gas pump. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes slid over him, drinking him in. Would she ever get tired of looking at him? God she hoped not.

"I didn't think that that was pertinent information." She replied with a cheeky grin and a teasing glance to her friend.

"Oh please, when a boy is that fine, it is your duty as a best friend to report such information. With visual aids if possible."

"I'll do better next time." Grace promised, crossing her heart.

"That's all I ask." Jenna grinned and slid back into her seat as Carson climbed back into the van.

Could a girl be luckier? Grace smiled at him, her cheeks hurt from how much she had smiled over the past few weeks. Here she was with a guy that understood her, who made her happy and brought her outside of herself. She couldn't have asked for more.

Leaning across the arm of her seat, Grace placed a soft kiss on the corner of Carson's mouth before glancing back at Jenna - who was watching the couple and grinning like an idiot.

"Aww, you guys are more adorbs than Kim and Kanye. Now stop it before I hurl." Jenna teased, running a hand through her thick curls as she propped her feet up on the arm of Grace's seat. "Now, I'm here for two whole days so you two better find something to keep me entertained."

"Carson has to get the van back to the youth center soon, so he's going to take us to my dorm so you can drop off your bag. Until he gets back we can figure out what to do." Grace said, playfully pushing Jenna's feet off the armrest.

"Boring. Why don't we all go to this youth center. What's there anyway? Any youngins I can corrupt?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Jenna." Grace shook her head. "That's where Carson works, I don't want you getting him into trouble."

The truth was, Grace was curious about the center. Carson hadn't taken her there yet and she didn't want to impose on him by asking to go.

"What do you say, Pete?" Jenna asked, completely ignoring Grace.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Carson was smart enough to keep his mouth shut through most of the catching up, and kinda needed that stop for gas just to get out of the growing embarrassment of it all.

Carson wasn’t smart enough to think about an answer before just responding to Jenna. His girlfriend even thought it was a bad idea. Yet still he spilled the answer before he could stop it:

“Yeah sure, let’s go.”

He jumped in, started the van, then realized he just agreed to letting Jenna corrupt those kids.

“Ok Ok Ok …” he started trying to cover as he pulled out with the van. “Just to warn you, these ain’t bad kids. I mean … they aint the the kind of kids I hang with.” Shaking his head nervously he looked at Grace, “I mean used to hang with. Like before. Like way back when before I moved here. Not with who I hang with now.” Flattening his hand and trying to explain. “That is, these are kids. Like some are in high school but not like … sex aged. I mean they ask me about sex, and want to know things. But they’re not older like that to know what we are talking about. I just kinda tell them they need to wait.”

Carson stopped just long enough to grit his teeth. “Shit, I make it sound like this is a place where we just talk about screwing.” With a quick look to Grace he says, “they ask about you too.”

Once again, Carson heard what he just said and panics a little further. “Not saying I talk about screwing, and then I talk about you. Not like I am talking about screwing other people. I just.”

Then he stops, swallows. and groans, “Can I just start over?”

…..

They are pulling into a parking lot of a mall that seems more parking spaces than could ever expect cars to fill. The mall had seen better days, or at least was designed for better days. He pulls the van into a spot that is marked with “Parking for ‘The Cave’ Vehicles Only”. In whatever moments of sanity he had between the gas station and their destination, Carson was able to explain that the youth center was just a place to give kids an option after school other than something that will get them in trouble, but really not much else. The store front with a sign for “The Cave” is brightly colored, seemingly painted by an amatur (which it could be reasonably believe to be painted by the people who attend here). The parking area outside include a couple of small ramps for skateboards and a basketball backboard that was missing the net.

When he parks, Carson just takes a deep breath and doesn’t move. He is clearly nervous, but wasn’t quite sure himself why he was. He took another deep breath and stated “Rules! So … No swearing. Like none. No bullying or picking on anyone, not even if they start it. Except for me maybe, but not any of the kids. And Father Jack, he’s the guy who runs this place. If Father Jack says it’s time to go, it’s time to go.”

“Alright?”

He turned to look at Grace and let himself chew on his lip slightly. “I mean, not that Father Jack is mean, I kinda want you to meet him anyway, but … well.”

Jenna then quipped with a laugh, “Got it, make fun of Carson the pussy, but if the priest says leave we get the fuck out.”