One of the most recent posts on my blog is about Carla and Andy, and what happens when they give into temptation. Before that happens (on what is their second date) they have another close run in with temptation, but manage to resist… no matter how hard it (and other things…) is.
I’m about to go and catch up on Justified, so I won’t bore y’all too much with a big long spiel about the story. All you really need to know is that the following excerpt happens after their first date (dinner at the beach, which is interrupted by a family emergency), when Andy takes Carla home after dealing to the little family emergency.
Conversation was non-existant the rest of the way to her house and she expected it would be a quick dump and run; instead Andy got out of the car and walked her to the front door, then accepted her polite, slightly nervous offer of a drink.
Carla led him inside and he followed her through to the kitchen where she poured two glasses of pulpy orange juice. It impressed her that he said no to the offer of a beer or something stronger, and told her even coffee would be a bad idea in the state he was in. She had almost forgotten about his mum and wished there was something she could do to help him. Perhaps if they had known each other better she could have done something, but they were still essentially strangers and she felt lost.
When they sat down on the couch a look of utter exhaustion settled on Andy’s face and again she wished there was something she could do for him. She finished her drink and stood up.
“I’m going to get another drink, do you want one?” Carla asked and Andy shook his head.
“No, but you can come here… if you want,” Andy surprised her by taking her hand and pulling her toward him
Their eyes locked, the connection only deepening as she put her glass down on the table and allowed Andy to pull her onto his lap. The closest they had come to any intimate contact until that point was him briefly putting his hand on the small of her back up at the hospital and she was terrified. In a good way.
Rather than kissing her like was anticipating, Andy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, sighing as he buried his face in her neck. He was tense and she knew it was from the shock of finding out about his mum and the stress related to that. She didn’t even need to think about it as she moved her hands to the back of his neck and began softly stroking his skin with her fingertips. Bit by bit she could feel the tension dissolving but decided against stopping.
Finally she had found the little thing she could do to help him; she might not have been a miracle worker, able to magically fix his mum’s leg, but she could comfort him. It was better than nothing.
For at least ten minutes they stayed as they were, her straddling him, his arms around her waist, face against her neck, her fingers ghosting over his neck. Then she felt fingers moving beneath the hem of her shirt and things changed.
Though his fingers were only resting lightly against her skin the sensation was more one of being scorched. All she could feel were his fingers above the waistband of her skirt, slowly spanning more of the area until eventually his hands were spread over her lower back. His face was still buried in her neck and it was impossible not to pay attention to the way his breath felt against her skin. It was even more impossible when she felt a feather-light graze of his lips against her collarbone.
Carla whimpered quietly as Andy dotted kisses along her collarbone, biting back a moan when she felt the tip of his tongue against the crook of her neck. Her neck, it was one of her major hot spots as far as sex went and she wasn’t ready for the influx of pleasurable sensations it caused. Without any conscious thought, Carla started rocking her hips back and forth, knowing as she did that it was a bad, bad idea… it was near impossible for her to stop those hips of hers once they had started.
Twelve hours after meeting the man she was straddling him, rubbing against his stiffening cock with her panties becoming increasingly damp. They hadn’t even kissed yet. She needed to remedy that so, cupping his face in her hands, she pressed her lips against his. Their lips parted at the same time and as their tongues touched for the first time the moan that had been building up inside her finally broke free.
The moan resulted in Andy’s hands moving to her hips and pulling her down meaning the friction on her clit increased and in turn so did the dampness level of her panties. Carla moaned against his mouth again and was overcome by a hunger she hadn’t expected to feel. Her pussy was clenching tightly, her clit was throbbing, there was only one way her pussy would be soothed and that was to have his cock inside her; something she wasn’t mentally ready for.
“We need to stop,” Carla whispered and felt Andy relinquishing his grip on her hips.
“We do,” Andy agreed, his voicy shaking, the look on his face one of disappointment and frustration.
“It’s not that I want to,” she started, forcing herself to stop the movement of her hips, “but I don’t have condoms and after what happened with your mum tonight you are probably in shock and I don’t want either of us to wake up tomorrow wishing we had waited,” she hoped she at least sounded convincing, she didn’t feel it.
“And I need to go home to Cass, I would hate our first time to be a wham-bam with me leaving five minutes later,” he added, giving her a smile that almost triggered her hips to start moving again.
Knowing the only way to ensure nothing happened was to extract herself from his lap she did just that and instantly missed the feeling of his hardness pressing against her. Andy gave her a flustered smile and chuckled.
“This is worse than being a bloody teenager,” he commented and Carla nodded her head in agreement.
“A lot worse,” she corrected him and felt her breath hitch when he put a hand on her thigh.
“How about we have a redo of this date on Friday night, we can go to the beach for pizza again, and then perhaps see where the night leads us,” he suggested and you didn’t have to be a mind-reader to understand what he was suggesting. Let’s go out… then let’s fuck.
“Sounds good,” she confirmed and began blushing, “uh, in the interest of being responsible and all, if I happened to go to the supermarket and purchase a packet of condoms beforehand, that would be a wise idea, right?” she asked.
“It would be um, very advisable,” he winked at her. “I may or may not have been thinking about doing the same thing myself.”
“Can it be Friday already?” she asked, biting her lip when his hand began travelling up toward the juncture of her thighs.
“If I don’t stand up and leave right now, I don’t think I will be able to wait until Friday, so I’m going to stand up and leave, then try to keep my mind off Friday long enough to drive home.” He stood up and they both laughed. Her brain was screaming ‘let him go you stupid bitch‘, certain other parts of her body were screaming ‘drag him to the bedroom, tear off his clothes and impale yourself on that steel rod in his pants‘.
“You better go while you can,” she said and gently pushed him.
Obviously understanding the seriousness of the situation Andy headed toward the front door and she followed him, enjoying the from-behind view as much as she’d enjoyed the from-in-front view. Andy opened the door and turned to her, she stepped into him and squealed as he put his arms around her waist, lifted her off the ground and kissed her.
“Thanks for a fun albeit weird night,” Andy said putting her back on the ground but keeping his arms around her waist.
“I had fun,” Carla told him, “minus the stuff with your mum of course, I hope she recovers quickly,” she added.
“She will, she’s tough,” he replied and a look of disappointment passed between them as he moved his arms from around her waist. “I will text you when I have spoken to the doctor tomorrow,” he offered and Carla nodded.
“I would like that, I hope Cassie is okay as well.” She knew he was worried about his sister and felt guilty for keeping him for so long when she knew his sister was home alone and probably needing her big brother.
“So do I,” he looked worried and her heart broke for him.
“You better get home to her,” she said and he kissed her briefly.
“I’ll see you on Friday,” he promised.
“I’m looking forward to it,” she told him and watched as he turned and walked down the steps toward his car.
He waved as he got in the car and started it up, she had to bite her tongue the entire time for fear she would call out to him and suggest perhaps he should stay after all, or that she should go with him.
Sometimes being a responsible adult sucked.