Freeform by Xavier Neal Page A

wanna talk about what happened back there?”
     
    “No.”
     
    A long lull wedges itself between us. However, to my unpleasant surprise, June cuts through it with vigor. “We really should.”
     
    “We shouldn't.”
     
    “Because?”
     
    “I'm already tense enough without reliving the simple fact my mother, who practically treated my father's death like a canceled tennis lesson, is now a snob who looks down on others and can't even muster enough courage to tell her own fucking son herself that she's marrying Dr. Dork. I had to hear it from a news outlet.”
     
    June's expression softens and my eyes close just as my head hits the seat rest.
     
    Yeah. I found out she was engaged while searching online for something. Just a random news story on Yahoo.  I may be a shitty son now, but I have my reasons. There's one. She didn't even call to try and tell me. Aunt Brandi did a couple weeks later.
     
    The feeling of June's hand on my thigh to provide a sympathetic pat does more than it should. Her touch soothes and stiffens my shaft without any reluctance. A smirk comes to my lips at the thought of her hand drifting over to help clear my mind of the nights’ horrendous conversation. I give her hand a gentle stroke before taking a chance to guide it to my lap. June instantly yanks it away as if she's burned and I work on putting to rest the crazy notion that maybe what I said earlier stuck.
     
    Sex is a healthy way to express more emotions than just love.
     
    Suddenly, June's hand relocates to my lap, fingers lightly kneading my cock.
     
    Fuck. Even just that little bit over these damn dress pants is enough to breathe again.
     
    She commands quietly, “Take it out.”
     
    Opening my eyes to verify her seriousness, I smile wider when the expression never changes. I unbuckle my seat belt, undo my pants, and free my cock for the taking. As soon as her warm hand is wound tightly around it, my head hits the seat once more.
     
    On a pleased and grateful sigh I say, “That feels really good.”
     
    “Yeah?” Her heated voice questions. “You want me to keep going?”
     
    “Yeah...” I pant from the increase in speed. “I....I...I need this...”
     
    June's jerking tightens.
     
    “I need...” My hips lift into her clutch. “You.”
     
    She slightly whimpers while the steady yet relentless speed forces me to grip the handle for leverage. Pre cum slips from the tip of my cock and she uses it like her own personal assistant in the pursuit to make me come. Another groan leaves as her fingers brush against my balls in the pitiless pumping. I do my best to hold back, wanting her greedy grip to never break, but am defeated when she releases her own moan of content for the situation. My dick swells to the point of pleasurable pain and cum finally surges in scalding waves. The gasp out of June lifts my heavy eyelids expecting to see regret but am relieved when it's excitement.
     
    As she takes the access road, she merely raises her hand to her full lips to lick away the released frustrations in such a tantalizing manner my cock doesn't bother completely softening. Once she's cleaned, she grips the wheel with two hands again, and deviously smirks. “I told you. I'm here to serve you, Tucker....”
     
    The playful implication gets a light chortle out of me.
     
    How the hell could this woman ever think I would forget something as mind blowing as her? How the hell does everyone else?      
     
     

June 
     
    Tucker: We're going on an art field trip in two hours. Wear a tight dress.
     
    Excitement and apprehension collide from the message.
     
    It's been almost a week since the dinner episode and my possibly misguided attempt to help him relax. We've texted tremendously, the conversations fun and all over the place, but I haven't seen him in person since. He's been hiding or maybe I've been hiding or hell maybe we've both been hiding, but I highly doubt for the same reasons. You don't have to lecture me on how