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Page One Hundred Thirty-Four

You trust Joel's instincts; if he believes you're close to something better, then you must be close to something better.

...Ha! Two hours later -- two more long, painful hours of being cold and wet and miserable -- you're ready to strangle him.

"That truck'll have to do!" he shouts to you, and you don't argue.

It's a semi, abandoned beside the road, and the back is empty and open. Joel sends you inside of it, and while you should probably insist on helping him with shit, you're pissy enough not to. You sit on the cold floor and hug your knees to your chest. He manages to get the ramp thing down so the horses can come up and get out of the rain as well. Your stuff is all soaked...

...except for some of the food being kept in nylon bags, thank God. Joel hands you a deer sandwich before sitting beside you, his flashlight shining straight ahead (not giving off much surrounding light, being a flashlight and all). "I'm sorry. We should've stopped when you wanted to."

Your fingers are fairly numb, but you can work a sandwich. "Fuck-k yeah we sh-should've," you grumble. Your teeth seem to be more interested in chattering than chewing.

The obnoxiously loud drumming of the rain on the roof of the semi naturally discourages conversation, robbing you of the pleasure of purposely giving Joel the silent treatment. You think he is eating as well, but since you're purposely not looking at him, you don't know for sure. When you finish the sandwich, he offers to split a can of peaches with you. You eat those in silence, too. You're still not warm, but you're less miserable than when you were outside. The pounding of the rain overhead has diminished a bit, too.

After dinner, Joel breaks the silence. "I was thinkin'... the blanket in the bag should have some dry spots on the inside. We should get out of our wet clothes."

"And... under the blanket? Together?"

"I think we'd warm up faster that way, yeah."

"Okay!" You might sound a little too eager at the prospect...

Joel smirks. "Figured that would make you less mad at me."

"I can use your body and still be mad at you," you scoff.

"You may use it for warmth only," he amends.

"That's what I meant. Someone has a dirty mind." -Yeah. ME! Off with your shoes and socks...

"Maybe I was referrin' to target practice," Joel retorts. He disappears by the horses, in the back (er... front?) of the trailer/box/whatever you're hanging out in now. "Don't worry, I'll keep my filthy thoughts to myself."

You're already taking off your pants. The idea of Joel having dirty thoughts about you is... exciting. Amazing, even. And him admitting it is even more amazing! Even though this isn't exactly the first time he's copped to it, it's rare enough to still be special. "You don't have to," you call to him, even though you've missed a few beats by now.

"Have to what?"

"Keep them to yourself."

"What, an' dirty up that innocent little mind of yours?"

"Yes! It's not innocent -- it's as dirty as yours!"

"...I highly doubt that." The light pans over you and then clicks off. "Whoa... sorry. Didn' know you were workin' so fast."

With clouds hiding the moon and stars, there's not much light coming in from the outside. Which is probably good because now that you're down to your underwear, you feel a little self-conscious. "You still have to take your clothes off," you point out.

"I had to find where I dumped the blanket."

"I know, I just mean... you can keep the light on. Or, mine's over here I think..."

Joel chuckles. "I don' need a light on to get undressed. C'mere before you freeze."

You drop your bra and panties near your other clothes and scurry over to him. It's too dark for you to see him, but you hear rustling-clothes type noises. He can probably see your silhouette. "Stand here for a minute." He drapes the blanket over your shoulders.

"It's wet!" you gasp.

"Not all of it. Just hang on..."

You wait patiently while Joel strips down. "The inside of this ain't so wet... we can sit on it..." He arranges whatever it is -- his shirt? -- and then tugs you over. "All right, let's sit... here..."

As you try to fold yourselves together in the most comfortable positions possible, you notice something -- at the same time Joel does.

"Hey... you're naked," he observes.

"You're not naked!" you say accusingly.

"I meant... clothes off, underwear on."

"That's not what you said! Underwear is clothing, you know."

"It's fine. I ain't complainin'."

"Well, I am. You should take these wet boxers off." You're nicely settled in the crook of his arm now.

"They're plenty dry, an' hell no."

"Why not?"

" 'Cause you're naked."

"So? What do you think is gonna happen -- it'll just... sneak in?"

"No, but I think your hands might..."

"Might what?"

"Wander."

"Okayyyy... um, what does that have to do with me being naked?"

"Nothin'. But it's another reason to keep 'em on."

"...A reason for you or for me?"

"Both."

"So... what difference does it make if I'm naked?"

"Just... there's more... temptation."

You giggle a little. "That's a good thing. You like being tortured. What are you tempted to do right now?"

"All I care about is the two of us gettin' warm," he says lightly.

"Uh-huh. Suuuure." He might be telling the truth, though; your leg is kind of draped over his crotch, and nothing's really going on down there...

...and yet, it's his hand that's roaming. The one that's not occupied with holding you close. You shiver when it runs from your back to your ass to your thigh... but you think it's a nice-shiver, not a cold-shiver.

"You comfy?" he asks, and his breath is pleasantly warm on your forehead.

"Very. You?"

"Mm."

You're sort of half-sitting, half-laying down. Nice and slouchy. "You know, the crotch is the warmest part of the body," you purr.

"Is it now? 'Cause I thought the upper half'd be warmer than the lower half."

"Nope. Crotch." You made that up, but it sounds good. "So if your hand is cold..."

"It should go... down my shorts." He knows that's not where you were going with this!

"No, it should go-- well, okay, if you want to... so then my hand should go--"

"Noooo, baby girl."

"But my hand wants to keep your hand company."

"My hand is up here." He grazes your breast as he brings it up your arm, hugging you to his chest.

"I know a way we can get warmer faster," you purr.

"I bet you do."

He doesn't protest when you slither up and nuzzle his cheek... rotate yourself on top of him... press your lips to his... open your mouth to his... even when you align your groin with his!

His hands settle on your ass and the back of your head, and his dick... it feels nice right there! VERY nice... although it could be even nicer... you sneak your hand down--

"Oh no you don't." The head hand moves down to your back, and he squeezes you just hard enough to immobilize your southbound hand.

"I was just... adjusting," you protest, giggling.

"I know what you were doin'. Let me help you out." He resumes the heated kisses, but his hands... are shifting around...

"Oh!" you gasp. "Right there -- don't move. Don't move that... is that..."

"My finger. Yes."

"But isn't it more fun for you if--"

"This is just fine," he says with a chuckle.

I'm wet in a different way now! You're too shy to say that out loud (yes, you're shy about this shit sometimes), but if Joel's mind is as dirty as he claims it is, he's probably thinking the same thing. "Can I..."

"You can do whatever you want," he breathes.

It's not true, but it still sounds sexy as fuck when he says it. You reach down and find both of his hands... protecting his dick from you, apparently, but more importantly, they're in your crotch. He's touched you before, but never while you're on top of him like this. You are totally warm now, that's for sure!

You move his lower hand slightly, then push it back to where it was, undecided... he can't move much like this, you suppose, but you want to move... when he starts curling and uncurling his fingers--

"Oh fuck... Joel... that's... omigod... I don't even... know..."

"Know what?"

"What I should do..."

"Just kiss me an' let your body do what it wants," he suggests.

You take his advice. And holy fuck does it feel good... you grind against him, whimpering and moaning softly (which is kind of embarrassing, but Joel always raves about how much he loves it when you do that, so...)... ...you keep kissing him, or trying to... you find it harder to concentrate on that when he's... holy fucking SHIT that feels... ahhhhh! You know he's shifted around down there some more but you're not sure what's going where, nor do you care. You slide up and down, back and forth, flopping around on him like a fucking fish or something when you finally explode with a loud cry that you muffle by burying your head in his shoulder.

He slips his hands out to give you a hug. "Damn," he says, squeezing you, kissing the side of your head. "You really know how to get a man's blood pumpin'."

"Me? You did that," you giggle breathlessly.

"I didn't do nothin'. Just laid here."

"Liar." You turn and kiss his neck. "Thank you."

"I'm here to serve. Even though you broke the agreement."

"What agreement?"

"The one where you're only s'posed to use my body to get warm."

You giggle some more. "That's exactly what I was doing! I didn't cheat. Now it's your turn to use mine."

"Already did."

"What? No you didn't."

"I'm warm now, trust me."

"Yeah, I can feel that. But I mean..."

"I'm good."

It dawns on you that Joel's holding you with both arms now, and yet... he still has fingers down there? ...NOPE! That's his-- "Um, Joel..."

"Hmm?"

"I think... your underwear moved."

"It did, yes."

"...Huh." ...And he's not freaking out?!

"I'll move it back--"

"No! No. So... you don't want me to touch it, but..."

"You just rest now."

"Just tell me what to do," you whisper seductively in his ear. "Should I keep--"

"No no. Don' move. Let's stay just like this."

"But don't you want--"

"Nope. All I want is to lay here. Under this blanket. With you."

"Aww. Okay, well... maybe when I fall asleep..." Because you so could.

"What."

"Then you could... finish up."

"While you're sleepin'?"

"Yeah, why not?"

He chuckles. "That ain't gonna happen."

"Why? Does it, like... have to go inside... ? For you to... ?"

"No. It'll calm down. Always does."

"But that's so sad... he's all excited right now and you're just gonna... let him down?" you snicker.

"It ain't sad -- he knows better. Or should know better."

"But how can you... not?"

"Not what?"

"I mean... I'm still here. Naked. On top of you. All..." ...wet and slimy... eww! "Like I'm teasing you."

"I like it."

"But I don't want to just tease you."

"I know. But part of you kinda likes teasin' me, yeah?"

"No!"

"Don't lie."

"... ...well... ... maybe a little?"

"You've admitted as much before."

"Okay, yeah, it's kinda fun. But I would be pissed if you did it to me. On purpose, I mean."

"...On purpose? Have I done it on accident?"

"Not really, but... a little? I mean... we don't do this every time we... kiss, or ...snuggle."

"You wanna do it every time?"

"No! Er... it wouldn't be bad if we did..."

"Yes it would. Then I might not be able to handle it."

"Meaning..."

"...Meanin' nothin'. Anyhow, I only tease you for a short while, for your own benefit."

"So you say."

"It's true."

"Foreplay, right?" You giggle. "But you still don't... um... I mean, I don't think you did... just now..."

"Did what?"

"You know."

"...I really don't. Just tell me."


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Comments

Carlos

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this is kind of sexy... but I know were is going to end. LOL

RE: Carlos

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Hey at least Ellie got to come here!