across her collarbone. She thought of his fingers beneath her, lifting her hips.
“Leave the cart,” he said.
They moved toward the door. For a moment Cass thought he was going to walk out without paying, but he handed the checkout clerk some money.
“Hurry,” Billy said, his hand under her elbow.
“Not now,” Cass said. “I don’t have time. I have to get home …”
“Get in,” he said, opening the door to his truck.
Cass wanted to protest, but she didn’t. Now that she was inside, she could only think of what would happen next. Cass hoped he wouldn’t turn left out of the parking lot, toward Alewives Park. She didn’t want to go home. They could stick to her original plan: the boat. It would take too long, the girls would be fighting, Cass hadn’t even bought the groceries, she would be late—but she didn’t care.
Billy started the engine, shifted into first, and slid forward twentyyards, into the spot where they used to park. “Oh,” she said, smiling as if he’d tickled her.
He opened the pint of ice cream.
“Oh,” she repeated, now disappointed.
“What did you expect?” he asked.
“Not exactly this.”
“I want to eat ice cream.”
“We don’t have spoons,” Cass said.
“We don’t need them,” Billy said.
Swirling his index finger, he made an
S
in the soft, melted top. He licked off his finger, then dipped it again, holding it out to Cass. At first she thought he was joking. Was this his way of getting back at her for teasing him before? But his finger was right there, ice cream dripping onto the seat between them. She lapped the chocolate off his finger.
Studded throughout the ice cream were dark-chocolate-covered almonds. This was Cass’s favorite treat. She loved to hold an almond in her mouth, sucking lightly until the chocolate melted off. Sometimes Billy teased her about how long she could make one almond last. His finger explored the ice cream now, searching for almonds. When he found one, he worked it to the surface.
“Spoons would be easier,” Cass said. She opened her mouth, waiting.
“Unzip your skirt,” Billy said.
“What?”
He didn’t reply. He slipped the almond into her mouth. “Take your time with that,” he said.
Cass said nothing. She curled her tongue around the cold almond, watching him.
He eased her jean skirt down over her hips. She hadn’t been out in the sun yet this summer; her unexposed skin was white. Billy wedged the container between the dashboard and the windshield and ran his cool hands between her thighs. He pulled her panties down.
Cass glanced around the parking lot. A boy collecting grocery carts roamed the lot; two girls on bikes stopped to talk to him.Their voices drifted out on the hot breeze. People hurried in and out of the market. A car passed by. But Billy’s truck was alone in this shady corner.
The dark chocolate tasted delicious, bittersweet on the back of her tongue. Intent on finding her another, Billy had the container in his hands, mining it with his finger. He pulled one out before Cass had finished savoring the first. He eased open her thighs. He placed this second frozen almond against her clitoris.
“Ah!” she exclaimed. Radiant ice; it felt so good, it hurt.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded.
Cass couldn’t believe what was happening. She lay across the seat, her eyes closed, tasting the rich, intense chocolate in her mouth while Billy’s fingers massaged her, enclosing the almond in her warmth, sending exquisite icy spurts all through her groin.
Then he opened her up, let the almond drop. She felt it slide beneath her, falling through the crack between the seats. She didn’t care. His tongue found her clitoris; she imagined him tasting the same deep chocolate she did.
He licked her, played with the soft nut. Long, broad tongue strokes concentrating into the smallest circles. Tighter and tighter circles, everything focused on that one spot. Grocery-cart wheels clattered across the hot
“Leave the cart,” he said.
They moved toward the door. For a moment Cass thought he was going to walk out without paying, but he handed the checkout clerk some money.
“Hurry,” Billy said, his hand under her elbow.
“Not now,” Cass said. “I don’t have time. I have to get home …”
“Get in,” he said, opening the door to his truck.
Cass wanted to protest, but she didn’t. Now that she was inside, she could only think of what would happen next. Cass hoped he wouldn’t turn left out of the parking lot, toward Alewives Park. She didn’t want to go home. They could stick to her original plan: the boat. It would take too long, the girls would be fighting, Cass hadn’t even bought the groceries, she would be late—but she didn’t care.
Billy started the engine, shifted into first, and slid forward twentyyards, into the spot where they used to park. “Oh,” she said, smiling as if he’d tickled her.
He opened the pint of ice cream.
“Oh,” she repeated, now disappointed.
“What did you expect?” he asked.
“Not exactly this.”
“I want to eat ice cream.”
“We don’t have spoons,” Cass said.
“We don’t need them,” Billy said.
Swirling his index finger, he made an
S
in the soft, melted top. He licked off his finger, then dipped it again, holding it out to Cass. At first she thought he was joking. Was this his way of getting back at her for teasing him before? But his finger was right there, ice cream dripping onto the seat between them. She lapped the chocolate off his finger.
Studded throughout the ice cream were dark-chocolate-covered almonds. This was Cass’s favorite treat. She loved to hold an almond in her mouth, sucking lightly until the chocolate melted off. Sometimes Billy teased her about how long she could make one almond last. His finger explored the ice cream now, searching for almonds. When he found one, he worked it to the surface.
“Spoons would be easier,” Cass said. She opened her mouth, waiting.
“Unzip your skirt,” Billy said.
“What?”
He didn’t reply. He slipped the almond into her mouth. “Take your time with that,” he said.
Cass said nothing. She curled her tongue around the cold almond, watching him.
He eased her jean skirt down over her hips. She hadn’t been out in the sun yet this summer; her unexposed skin was white. Billy wedged the container between the dashboard and the windshield and ran his cool hands between her thighs. He pulled her panties down.
Cass glanced around the parking lot. A boy collecting grocery carts roamed the lot; two girls on bikes stopped to talk to him.Their voices drifted out on the hot breeze. People hurried in and out of the market. A car passed by. But Billy’s truck was alone in this shady corner.
The dark chocolate tasted delicious, bittersweet on the back of her tongue. Intent on finding her another, Billy had the container in his hands, mining it with his finger. He pulled one out before Cass had finished savoring the first. He eased open her thighs. He placed this second frozen almond against her clitoris.
“Ah!” she exclaimed. Radiant ice; it felt so good, it hurt.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded.
Cass couldn’t believe what was happening. She lay across the seat, her eyes closed, tasting the rich, intense chocolate in her mouth while Billy’s fingers massaged her, enclosing the almond in her warmth, sending exquisite icy spurts all through her groin.
Then he opened her up, let the almond drop. She felt it slide beneath her, falling through the crack between the seats. She didn’t care. His tongue found her clitoris; she imagined him tasting the same deep chocolate she did.
He licked her, played with the soft nut. Long, broad tongue strokes concentrating into the smallest circles. Tighter and tighter circles, everything focused on that one spot. Grocery-cart wheels clattered across the hot
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