Chapter 3: Back at the Fair

On the way back to the fair, Sharon and her mom rode in the front seat leaving Steve and me in the back again.

“Now you two behave back there!” Sharon teased us, keeping an eagle eye using the vanity mirror built into the passenger seat visor. Unfortunately she need not have bothered as once again we sat several inches apart with our hands in our own laps. Damn, if this kept up all night I was going to go crazy!

The three of us went on a few more rides while their mom went off on her own. Sharon eventually left us to find her mom, but not before she had a few words with me.

“Don’t worry Kelly,” she whispered to me when Steve was getting some more tickets, “It’s obvious he’s horny - my god, the bulge in his shorts is almost embarrassing! I was thinking that he’s never been with a girl as tiny as you before so maybe he’s a little shy. Still, I just can’t believe my horny brother can go the whole night with a girl without making a move so have fun!”

She was trying to be nice but I just rolled my eyes as I wasn’t feeling nearly as positive about the night’s outcome as her. Sharon just nodded her head at me as her brother returned and finally left us alone together. As dusk approached we found ourselves walking along the outskirts of the carnival until we turned on a path that led out into the woods lining the park. As we walked his hand brushed against mine. My heart raced and FINALLY Steve took my hand in his. Sheesh, like it took him the entire day and we still hadn’t made it fo first base. At least we were walking along holding hands and making small talk.

Once we were out of sight of the crowd Steve stopped and turned to face me. His handsome face was within inches of mine and I was afraid to say a word or do anything to scare him off. Without a word he leaned over and kissed me. I didn’t have much experience at kissing boys other than a couple of flirtatious moments at parties so my performance was a bit awkward compared to Steve’s who obviously had a lot more practice. We kept our lips tight together and basically just rubbed our lips against each other’s but at the time it was magic for me!

As my lips met Steve’s my thoughts momentarily went to how me and my dad would kiss. Even though he was my dad, or maybe BECAUSE he was my dad, we liked to kiss and show our love for each other, especially when he did something nice for me like buying me a new sexy outfit. Hmmmm, maybe I could try kissing Steve like I kissed my dad? It seemed a little kinky to compare the two but obviously this wasn’t going anywhere as it was. Taking a deep breath I put my arms around his neck as he held me around the waist and pulled up against him. I closed my eyes and imagined I was in my dad’s arms, that my dad was pressing his lips against mine, his tongue pushing against my lips with the urgency to find its way into my mouth. My tongue reached out to Steve and I opened my eyes to the sight of his eyes as he stared at me in surprise. For one horribly long second I thought he was going to pull away but thankfully he responded with his own tongue and our kiss finally became the passionate version I’d dreamed so much about in the past week. When we finally paused to catch our breath, both of us just looked at each other in silence, neither of us sure what to say.

“That was nice Steve,” I whispered softly to him. OMG, I’d almost said “daddy” instead of Steve! Then I almost dies realizing I’d told him it was “nice”. Telling someone they are a “nice” kisser is like saying they have a “nice” personality.

Somehow Steve just smiled, apparently having no idea of the horrible mistake I’d just come so close to making. When he kissed me again my heart raced as felt him press up against me. Wow! I could’ve just stayed this way all night. Instead, Steve led me over to a large fallen log and we sat down next to each other. He put one hand on my bare leg and the other around my exposed waist. Since my top was at least a couple sizes too small it was always riding up. Normally I would’ve pulled it down but at the moment I let it expose my midriff up as high as where my small boobs began to extend. As we kissed again he ran his hand up and down my back and I could feel his fingernails through my tight cami and over my bared skin.

I’d never had anyone touch me like this before and I felt something warm and wet in my pussy, something I normally only felt when I played with myself. My nipples were stiffening and started to poke through even more the thin fabric of my cami. Steve started to run his hand under it in back, tracing his fingers up and down my spine. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh it felt so good!

Neither of us said a word as we just kissed. Then Steve’s hands begin to work their way around my side and I knew what he was trying to do. I sat back a little, not sure that I should give in to him so fast. I didn’t want him to think I was some sort of slut but at the same time I didn’t want to give him the idea I didn’t want to do anything either.

“Not yet Steve. Please ... just stay in back for now.” I whispered to him softly.

My intent was to just make him pause but still understand that if he was patient he would get what he wanted ... eventually. He seemed to get the message as his hand moved back to the center of my back again. As we kissed though I knew he was getting more worked up. Glancing down I could clearly see he must have had quite an erection because the crotch of his shorts was noticeably pushing up. He tried again to move his hand around and again I resisted.

“Steve, please! Not yet ... Just rub my back,” I whispered. Actually I wanted him to do it but something just made me resist a little, maybe a little pride in myself that he would at least have to work for it a little. It was getting pretty dark by now so we sat up straight and I tugged down my cami just enough to keep it from sliding up over my boobs.

“Guess we better get back before we can’t see the trail,” Steve said, a note of frustration clearly in his tone and my heart sank ... had I blown it? We went back and soon found Sharon and his mom. Steve grabbed an extra blanket and turned to his mom.

“We’ll meet you at the car after the finale,” he told her.

Sharon overheard and teased us asking, “Do you mean the fireworks finale or...?”

Steve just glared at her as his mom shook her head. I wasn’t sure who she was responding more to - Steve’s obvious intentions or his meddling sister’s suggestive comments. Either way, I just grinned at Sharon who gave me a thumbs-up and a wink. Then she pulled me over to the side.

“C’mon girl, spill it. What base are you guys at?” she asked like a reported on the sidelines.

I felt a little blush in my cheeks when I answered, “He kissed me. I haven’t let him go any further yet.”

“Well ... are you going to let him or not? EVERY girl puts out for him so unless you want to be a one-hit wonder you better do the same,” she warned me and then before I could answer she continued, “You know it was all I could do not to laugh when I saw that hard-on he came back with. God, I can’t believe my mom didn’t notice!”