One More Time

Benji

Saturday evening rolled around quickly, and with it came the final race in The Streets. After my date with Charlie last night, and our time together in her bed all night into the early hours of the morning, I was a little more tired than I wanted to be.

But it was definitely worth it. Every second. Every kiss. Every mind bending, toe curling, heart stopping orgasm. Every confession of fear from her that I eased with more kisses.

She and I arrived at the race location together. It had been a four and a half hour drive to find the place out in the middle of nowhere. It was farm country—the roads were narrow and dark, and flanked on either side by orchards and dairy farms alike. The perfect place for the final race. No cops, no citizen traffic, and no pedestrians. Harley had outdone herself this time.

It felt good to get out of my truck and open Charlie’s door for her, only to have her jump out of the lifted vehicle into my arms right in front of everyone. I wasn’t sure what it was