I like that first part – when I get in his car, try to assess the mood, talk small talk, listen to what music he has chosen to play, watch him squir... as he gets over his nerves, tease him whenever I can, try to be playful. The beer garden is quiet. Not a lot of people around and we drink some beers. He loves the beers – there’s a good variety on tap and he likes that they’re all foreign. The talk is stilted at first, but soon it’s flowing and he’s more at ease, he’s starting to build, loosening. Will you be all right? I could get a sitter.”“Nah, I’ll be fine. If I have an emergency I can always go to Mr. Benson’s he’s a cool guy.”“You know Mr. Benson?”“Sure I know him mom. He’s been our neighbor forever.”“I mean are you friends with him?”“Sure. I help him with stuff from time to time and he has showed me some things.”“What kind of stuff did you help him with?”I helped him get that thing off of the roof just yesterday, don’t you remember and I’ve helped him move some stuff to his shed. I know, right? That was the last straw. I promptly put my clothes back on and left. I dropped his stuff off at the front door the next day and blocked his number. That was the end of that relationship.While it was my last, this wasn’t the first boyfriend I had that I could have gone to school with. There was one before him and he was a serious asshole. Let’s pretend his name is “Vince”. Ya’ know. In case he finds this and reads it. I don’t want angry texts at 2 in the morning. Hi “Vince”! Oh. As he lifts up to admire his work, I feel his hand snaking between my thighs, prising them open. He rubs up and down my slit, then slides a finger inside me. Then another. Still lapping at my nipple, he uses his thumb to rub my clit as his fingers slowly fuck me.To my horror, I realise that I am getting wet.He knows it, too.“Mmmmm, so my baby’s enjoying this after all,” he croons, barely concealing the delight from his voice. “I knew she would. Now, I want to see how grateful you are. Put your.