"I'm not that kind of girl," she scolded him in a breathy voice.
"Don't I know it," he said, his own breathing growing more ragged. Tyler felt the heat emanating from his core. He loved the way the thin, green fabric hugged her breasts; her protruding nipples beckoned him. He ached to touch and taste every part of her.
"You seem like you could be special, though," she said in her normal voice and
Tyler could tell that she meant it.
"No woman, sorry, no high school girl has a chance with me as long as you're on this earth," he told her.
He stepped toward her and enfolded her in his strong arms. She loved being held by him, fully and completely.
She stood on her toes and pressed her lips firmly to his. He reached through her hair to cradle the back of her head. He kissed her harder this time, biting her lower lip slightly as he pulled away.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked.
"To be sure I'm not dreaming," he said. "An outfit like that screams Rated X dream."
She undid the button and zip on his trousers and slipped her hand inside. "You're not dreaming."
He groaned and pulled her in again for a long, lingering kiss. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. She ran her other hand over his washboard abs and delighted in the smoothness of his skin.
"Tyler Barnes, will you go all the way with me?" she whispered in his ear before flicking the sensitive part of his lobe with her tongue.
She could feel his shaft harden and lengthen in her hand.
"On the bleachers?" he asked. "You really are trying to make all my high school dreams come true."
"Well, the killjoy in me is pretty sure my back can't take the discomfort of metal benches," she said, stroking him while she talked. "So I came prepared."
He followed her gaze to a spot below the bleachers where a blanket was neatly arranged with throw pillows and a bottle of wine.
"I forgot glasses so we'll have to drink out of the bottle," she said sheepishly.
"Drinking from the bottle will bring me right back to high school," he said. Before she could respond, he lifted her off the ground and carried her down the steps to their oasis under the bleachers.
She ran her tongue lightly along the crook of his neck as he walked and he made sure not to stumble. He placed her gently onto the blanket and hovered above her.
"Now I don't mean to be the killjoy, but I didn't exactly come prepared," he said. "Reach into my shorts," she coaxed him.