The tires crunch over the gravel as I park. No one else is here—nobody else crazy enough to be at a pond at two in the morning.
Daisy hops out, and I follow her to the edge of the water. “What are you doing?”
She smiles coyly, unbuttoning her tiny pair of shorts. The zipper slides down and she says, “I’m living, Gatsby. Do you want to live with me?”
I don’t answer her, not with words. Hooking my thumbs into the back of my shirt, I yank it off and drop it onto the ground at my feet. Daisy is already down to her bra and panties and heading for the water. She lets out a shriek when the cold water hits her toes, but she keeps going, looking back at me over her shoulder.
I remember my dad telling me the first time he met my mom, he just knew instinctively, like every cell in his body recognized her as his other half and that I’d know too.
I’ve always wanted that perfect love I saw growing up, but I never really believed him.
Not until now.
I follow her into the water in only my boxer-briefs. I’m pretty sure my dick shrivels as soon as the water touches my skin, but I keep going. She swims over to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and legs around my waist.
Her hair is soaking, looking less red and more brunette now that it’s wet.
“Hi.” Water clings to her lashes.
“Hi,” I say back, both of us grinning dopily at the other.
She makes the first move. The second our lips connect, I lose myself in her.
Kissing someone new for the first time can be weird, but not with her. It’s like we were born to kiss each other, each of us anticipating what the other’s going to do and following. Her nails scratch against my skin, while I hold on tighter to her hips. When she gasps into my mouth, I feel like I might lose my mind.
“Tell me your real name,” I beg, chasing her lips.
“No,” she giggles. “This is more fun. I can be anyone I want to be.”
“Are you trying to torture me?”
Her eyes sparkle with humor. “Maybe.”
I shake my head, but she stills me, her hands moving to hold onto my cheeks. She kisses me again, biting my bottom lip.
I have no clue how long we make-out in the water since I lose track of time, but I know when we climb out and back into my car, that I want more than one night with this girl.
She kisses me deeply, passionately. Almost like she’s trying to prove something to herself. Cupping her cheeks, I pull her back slightly. Her eyes are hooded with lust, but she’s coherent. Definitely not drunk.
“Are you sure you want this?” I know where this is headed, and I don’t want to do something she’ll regret in the morning. I’d hate myself if that were the case.
“As crazy as it sounds,” the end of her small pink tongue sweeps over her lips, “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
Climbing into the back of my Bronco, she unclips her bra and shimmies out of her panties. I follow behind her, saying a silent prayer that I have condoms in here since I don’t carry any on me.
“Please, I want you,” she begs, lying back. Her fingers trace down her body to her clit. Her nipples are hard and pink—begging for my mouth.
“Hold on.” I lean over the front seat and rifle through the glovebox, triumphant when I find a condom.
Sliding it onto myself, I cover her body with mine. Kissing her neck, she wiggles and pleads with me for more, but I want to take my time. Swirling my tongue around her nipple, I capture it in my mouth. She gasps, her body arching up to meet mine.
“Don’t be greedy,” I chide playfully, and her cheeks flush, making her freckles stand out even more.
I kiss my way down her body, lifting her hips when I reach her pussy. There’s not a whole lot of room in the back of my Bronco, but we make it work. Her fingers delve into my hair, pulling and tugging as I work her over with my mouth. I can tell she’s getting close, the way she wiggles and the little noises she makes.
When her orgasm hits her, she cries out. “Oh my God, yes! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She slaps her hand over her mouth, and I yank it away, our eyes connecting.
“I want to hear what I do to you.”
Her lashes lower over her hazel eyes—more green than gold now.
Double checking the condom, I guide myself to her entrance and sink inside, both of us letting out long, drawn-out moans.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan into the skin of her neck.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I don’t have to be told twice. Lifting her hips, I rock into her. Her head falls back, and she moans. “Holy shit.”
“Baby, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” Her fingers rake down my chest, leaving marks behind. Yanking her body into my arms, I hold her in my lap. “Ride me.”
She smiles at my command. Leaning back as far as she can in the space of my car, she rests her hands on my knees, lifting and lowering herself. I surge forward, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. With one hand she clasps the back of my head, holding me there.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I lose all control and pump into her hard and fast. Her pussy squeezes my cock and I know she’s close. I say a prayer that she comes before I do, and thankfully it’s answered. She cries out and I kiss her as she does, absorbing the sound into my own body as I come.
Her body collapses into mine, both of us damp from the pond and sweat.
My arms are still around her, and I hold her against my body. She’s so small compared to me. I could nestle her here forever.
Pulling back slightly, she gives me a lazy post-sex smile. “Gatsby, you sure do know how to make a girl feel special.”
I chuckle, the movement rattling her body along with mine. “I try.”
After a few more minutes, we extract ourselves from each other and redress. “Can you take me back to the bonfire?”
“I’m sure it’s over by now. I don’t mind taking you to your dorm.”
“I know, but I left my car there. I’d rather get it tonight.”
“All right.”
We’re quiet on the way back to campus, but it’s not awkward. The radio plays softly in the background, and, ‘Daisy’ since I still don’t know her name, looks out the passenger window with a soft smile. Her hair whips around her pale shoulders, but she doesn’t seem to mind that it’s getting tangled.
There are a few cars left outside the old field. “Which one?”
“The Mercedes SUV.” She points to a white one.
“Ah, right—your parents are Mercedes enthusiasts.”
I park beside the big white SUV.
“So, our night ends,” she muses with a tiny smirk.
I grin, not missing the way she stares at the dimple in my cheek. “This isn’t the ending, Daisy, not by a long shot.”
She laughs softly, reaching for the door. “You’re very sure of yourself.”
“I trust my gut. There’s a difference.”
“Sure.” She gets out of the car, heading toward hers.
“Do I get your real name or not?”
She pauses, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her hair has dried in natural soft waves. She reminds me of the Little Mermaid. “If you trust your gut so much, then why don’t you trust it to find me again? Then I’ll tell you my name.”