Rebound by Rosemary Rey

navigation directing him the way to my home. I looked
at his hand on the gear shift knob. He clutched it tightly. I
looked up at his flexed jaw, keeping his gaze ahead when turning or
changing lanes.
    I put my hand over his and rubbed
gently. “I’m sorry for being so defensive.” He didn’t respond. “It
took me a while to reclaim my independence when my marriage
dissolved. I was burned badly by my ex-husband, and I’m just very
protective of myself.” I felt his hand soften under my own. He
parted his fingers and allowed me to squeeze mine within his. I
pulled his hand toward my lap. I reached under his arm and
interlaced my hand and with my free hand I lightly caressed the
back of his hand and wrist. His hand was so warm. His face
softened. He looked at me and smiled.
    “ I didn’t mean to sound
possessive or controlling. I’m just concerned. I like you a lot.
I’d like to spend more time with you, and I’m not really good at
articulating my opinion and feelings.”
    “ I’m not the best with
male-female dynamics, so I apologize for flying off the handle.
You’ve been really great.” I brought his hand up to my face and
kissed the back of his hand. I then gave a kiss to each finger. He
shifted in his seat, but never pulled away.
    “ You’re distracting me.
This isn’t safe. It’s important to have two hands on the wheel at
all times. Ten and two at all times.” I laughed.
    “ So, it wouldn’t be good
to take your hand and put it here?” While not wearing any
underwear, I pulled my dress up to my pelvis, opened my legs, and I
guided his hand to my cut. With my middle finger, I guided his
middle finger inside where he touched my clit. I opened my legs and
inched forward in the seat, taking him in. I sat back and moaned as
he voluntarily massaged me. He reached further down to enter my
void.
    “ God, you’re so wet.” He
said. With eyes on the road, he leaned over with his lips puckered,
I leaned in to meet his mouth and gave him a strong kiss. He
continued to rub me. The palm of his hand created a sweet friction
on my clit. I leaned back and panted with pleasure. I kicked off my
heel, lifting my right leg on the edge of the seat to open
wider.
    I kept my hand on his, urging him to
continue pleasuring me. With each moan that parted from my lips, he
rubbed me with his palm and flicked his fingers in me faster and
deeper. I was at the brink of climax. I gasped as he moved his
thumb to my clitoris. He stroked and rubbed until I came. I gasped
and moaned as the waves of pleasure shot from my center and coursed
through my body like a pebble rippling through still
waters.
    He kept even pressure on my mound
until the sensation ceased. I pulled his hand out, lowered my
dress, and wiped his hand and fingers with my already soiled
dress.
    “ This dress has seen a lot
of action in twenty four hours.” I said in hopes of diminishing my
chagrin. He laughed and patted my thigh.
    “ Where is your
underwear?”
    “ I left it drying on the
towel rack in your bathroom. You might want to put that away before
Glynnis finds it.” I said.
    “ I guess putting it under
my pillow is out of the question?” He countered. I smiled. We
laughed.
    We crossed the bridge into
Charlestown. I was close to home, close to leaving him. I didn’t
know where this ‘thing’ was headed. Could I even call it a
relationship? At this point, it was just sex. Really, really,
really good sex. I was too bashful to ask. We were both quiet. The
silence was gut wrenching.
    I’ve barely dated, and I never
experienced a casual sexual encounter before, so I had no point of
reference on how to talk to him. It’s so much easier to make
conversation with someone that I don’t want to sleep with, even
easier with someone that I’ve concluded would never be interested
in sleeping with me. I gave myself to this man and he just made me
come in his brand new car. All, I can think about is that I really
hope I didn’t ruin his seat.
    “ I don’t