It's the first day of September and Lydia hasn't decided what she wants to wear to school.
The weather is getting colder so she might be able to pull off a big sweater, but it could be risky if it gets hot later because Austin always gets mad when she wears big sweaters in the heat.
Classes were long and just like Lydia figured, it got hot in the afternoon so now she is sitting in Austin's truck trying to air herself out before he has a chance to touch her sweaty torso. It doesn't take long before his hand is on the inside of her thigh and she is wrapping her legs around his, her shirt is coming off and the perspiration on her skin starts to gleam in the evening light.
"Why do you always do this, baby? You know I hate touching you when you're all sweaty"
All she can hear is "You know I hate touching you" so she pushes her pelvis closer to his, her lips sliding down his neck and along his collar bone.
"I'm sorry, I was running late."
She whispered the words in his ear, trying to guide his hands to her chest, but he starts to resist.
She can feel the annoyance in his breathing and she knows in a matter of seconds she will have to slide off of his lap and reclaim her spot near the window. She can feel his hands on her waist already pushing her body away from his, but she gives it one last try.
She runs her fingers through his hair and tells him she needs him. She kisses his mouth, hard. She inches her fingers along the inside of his waistband, sliding her hand underneath the elastic of his Hanes.
His fingers grab hold of her wrists, gently, but with a purpose.
"It's time for you to go home. I have practice in the morning."
The truck engine rumbles and he twists the radio dial all the way up, eliminating any chance of a conversation. She places her hand on his leg and closes her eyes.
Maybe tomorrow the weather will be colder.
The weather is getting colder so she might be able to pull off a big sweater, but it could be risky if it gets hot later because Austin always gets mad when she wears big sweaters in the heat.
Classes were long and just like Lydia figured, it got hot in the afternoon so now she is sitting in Austin's truck trying to air herself out before he has a chance to touch her sweaty torso. It doesn't take long before his hand is on the inside of her thigh and she is wrapping her legs around his, her shirt is coming off and the perspiration on her skin starts to gleam in the evening light.
"Why do you always do this, baby? You know I hate touching you when you're all sweaty"
All she can hear is "You know I hate touching you" so she pushes her pelvis closer to his, her lips sliding down his neck and along his collar bone.
"I'm sorry, I was running late."
She whispered the words in his ear, trying to guide his hands to her chest, but he starts to resist.
She can feel the annoyance in his breathing and she knows in a matter of seconds she will have to slide off of his lap and reclaim her spot near the window. She can feel his hands on her waist already pushing her body away from his, but she gives it one last try.
She runs her fingers through his hair and tells him she needs him. She kisses his mouth, hard. She inches her fingers along the inside of his waistband, sliding her hand underneath the elastic of his Hanes.
His fingers grab hold of her wrists, gently, but with a purpose.
"It's time for you to go home. I have practice in the morning."
The truck engine rumbles and he twists the radio dial all the way up, eliminating any chance of a conversation. She places her hand on his leg and closes her eyes.
Maybe tomorrow the weather will be colder.
