The Bonk Squad (13 page)

He reviewed her slender body, lit
sharply by the setting sun. Her firm little breasts with their
nubby nipples. Her narrow waist and trim butt. The warm mouth that
had teased him with half a kiss when he was so embarrassed about
Meg letting slip his age.

He plucked up enough courage to reach
for her hand as he walked her to the car. She linked her fingers
through his and fell into step with him until they were there. His
blood pumped faster at being found acceptable.

He couldn’t resist. Just couldn’t
resist. Raised his other hand to stroke her face while they were
standing close together in the street. “Sorry,” he said,
immediately guilty. He peered around, wary and defensive, in case
her parents could see them through the shrubs along the front
fence.

“
Chicken!” She grinned and
wriggled free.

Ben cursed under his breath. But at
the movies in the dark it would be better. He would kiss her silly
then, if she’d allow him to.

Tigger folded herself into the old
Toyota. It was older than she was. Quite a lot older. Almost a
collector’s item. She glanced over her shoulder as Ben loped around
to the driver’s side. There certainly wasn’t room in the back for
what she had in mind.

He drove not into the center of
Hastings, but out along Karamu Road and through the orchards toward
the coast.

“
Is it okay with you if we
go over to Napier?” he asked. “The multiplex there is way
better.”

Tigger nodded, happy to go along with
anything he suggested. “Anywhere you like, Ben. Benjamin? Is that
your real name?”

“
Benedict. Benedict Reuben.
So I end up Ben, whatever. Mom went a bit over the top.” He chewed
the inside of his cheek for a few thoughtful seconds. “You’re not
really Tigger, are you?”

“
No, that’s Dad’s old name
for me.”

The Toyota managed a surprising turn
of speed under Ben’s size eleven boot but the roar of the motor and
assorted rattles made conversation difficult. After ten minutes of
hurtling noisily along, Tigger reached over and laid one hand on
his nearest thigh. He jerked at her touch and gave a stifled gasp
of surprise. She patted him as though he was a nervous dog
requiring gentle treatment.

Ben’s thigh burned under her fingers.
Only the need to change down a gear stopped him from grabbing her
hand and planting it over the hard rod that strained to be free of
his constricting jeans. He shuddered with hot hope and
humiliation.

He wanted sex. Wanted it desperately.
Would have settled for it with almost anyone female. But the
prospect of having it with Tigger was beyond his wildest, wettest,
most ambitious dreams.

And yet here she was beside him in the
car, with her hand on his thigh and a teasing smile in her eyes
when he glanced sideways and oncoming lights lit her face. Oh
fuck—and she’d moved her hand higher. And lower. And higher. And
higher.

“
Are you okay with his?”
she asked.

Was he okay? He was in heaven and hell
combined. He was going to come any second. He was going to crash
the car and kill them both. He might close his eyes in ecstasy and
ram a tree or an oncoming vehicle. With the sliver of his brain
still functioning, he braked and wrenched the wheel sideways. They
shot across the road, cutting between two cars and no doubt giving
the driver of the second a near heart attack.

The Toyota bounced onto one of the
tracks that led over the grassy expanse of wasteland toward the
ocean. The uneven ground flung the car around as though it was an
empty beer-can rattling along the gutter in a high wind.

“
Shit!” Tigger squealed as
the car slewed this way and that.

Eventually Ben brought it to a
swerving stop not far above the high tide line, and cut the motor.
Civilization was now a hundred yards away. And it was dark as
sin.

He dropped his flaming face onto the
steering wheel, thanking whatever god there was for keeping them
safe, and for sending enough danger to take his mind off getting
into Tigger’s pants for the moment.

“
I just about killed us,”
he said in a muffled voice.

“
We’re fine,” she said,
apparently unconcerned.

“
We might not have
been.”

“
Well...now we’re here?”
Tigger teased, leaning across to ruffle his hair with her fingers.
Ben groaned in frustration and raised his head. His eyes gradually
accustomed themselves to the darkness. Faint radiance reached them
from the traffic on the main road. It was a clear evening with most
of a moon just emerging from behind a cloud to glitter across the
water.

Tigger’s shoulders shone pale as the
moonlight grew brighter. Ben’s eyes fastened on the straps of her
dark blue top. His fingers itched. If he could just slide the
straps down a little... if her top could be pushed out of the
way...then he could see and touch her skin instead of fumbling
through her T-shirt as he’d done that afternoon.

He tried to turn toward her, but the
handbrake and gearstick made it impossible. The best he could do
was swivel around and stroke her smooth left shoulder with his hot
right hand.

Her skin felt like
velvet...satin...silk. All the things his Mom wrote were
true!

He’d often dipped into her files
before she got home to see if he could pick up any handy hints. The
love scenes both thrilled and embarrassed him—his own mother
writing things like that. But he could certainly identify with the
hot snakes of passion writhing through the body of Prince Eduardo
until at last he got his aristocratic hands on the voluptuous body
of ravishing Isabella.

Ben writhed, too. And his
hot snake
would
have writhed, but it was now so tightly trapped inside his
briefs and jeans he was in considerable pain. And Tigger’s little
hand sliding up and down his thigh made things a million times
worse.

“
There’s not room,” he
gasped.

“
Let’s get out then,” she
suggested, tugging at her door handle.

Ben wrenched his own door open and
escaped into the navy-blue night, trying to adjust himself so he
regained some slight degree of comfort.

Tigger scrambled around the back of
the Toyota to join him. He moved around the front to reach her.
They stared across the roof at each other, Ben furious, and
grateful for the darkness...Tigger letting out a sudden wicked
giggle.

“
You stay there,” she said
in a breathy voice, stalking him around the car. He saw her eyes
with the moon in them as she drew closer, feet swishing through the
bunny-tail grass. The salty tang from the long strand of driftwood
and seaweed wafted all around him—until Tigger moved in so close
her spicy perfume wiped it out of his brain.

She laid her hands on his chest and
pushed him back against the car. He reached out and stroked her
shoulders, tweaking with longing at the narrow straps. Tigger stood
close, warm, smooth, and fragrant. Ben’s heart hit warp
speed.

She raised her face for a kiss. It was
going to be as easy as that? What if he disappointed her? He tried
to dredge up embraces from movies and TV programs. He knew he
should do small soft nibbles to begin with—tasting, teasing,
searching. And then with luck they’d progress to having their lips
parted a little, bodies pressed closer...breathy sighs and moans
indicating their passion.

The small soft kisses killed him. He
wanted to pull her hard against him, devour her, drown in
her.

Tigger nudged her hips against his,
and a hoarse exclamation of “Fuck!” burst from his
throat.

“
Yes, but not quite yet,”
she agreed. “We need to get rid of this first.” She rubbed against
his erection again.

Ben gulped. What was she planning to
do to it? Cut it off? Frighten it into submission?

“
Are there any tissues in
the car?” She ran her hands around his hips. No wadded-up
handkerchief lurked in any of the pockets, but he registered the
instant she felt the giveaway circle of a condom packet tucked
against his hard flank.

He made an incoherent attempt at
answering her, and fumbled for the door handle.

She leaned in. Ben found himself
nanoseconds away from grabbing her skirt and sliding it up so he
could caress her thighs and butt.

She set Meg’s box of tissues on the
roof of the old car, then began to undo his jeans. Ben grunted,
grasped her hands, and tried to pull them away. This wasn’t what
he’d pictured at all.

“
No—let me, Ben,” she
soothed. “You feel fantastic. I want to see you and touch you. And
I’m going to milk you this first time so you’ll last longer when we
really do it.”

He slumped against the car in shock,
mind trying to process what she was offering. Twice? A hand-job and
then the real thing? His cock lurched as she peeled his jeans down.
Then her fingers were under the elastic of his briefs and he was
out in the cool evening air, hugely, savagely, helplessly
hard.

He waited, embarrassed, at her mercy.
Was it so obvious he had bugger-all experience? That he needed to
have things explained to him? Plainly she thought he wouldn’t last
more than a few seconds. He lowered his head in shame.

But then her magic hands wrapped
around him, sliding, squeezing, stealing his resistance, restoring
his manhood.

“
Awesome,” she whispered,
leaning back to inspect him in the moonlight. “Tell me when we need
the tissues.”

Ben fought to stay afloat. The
sensation of being worked on by another person was a hundred times
more exotic than his own solitary sessions. Her hands were small
and soft. She rubbed him in different places and at different
angles from his own hand, and stopped when he least expected her
to. And she was female. This was Tigger. The excitement was
unreal.

“
Yeah!” he gasped
urgently—far too soon, fuck it—feeling the deep muscles starting to
contract and convulse. He threw his shoulders back against the roof
of the car and tensed, thrusting his hips forward as he came in
huge ecstatic jerks and shudders.

Tigger smiled as he gasped and fought
for breath, chest heaving, eyes closed tight.

“
Good?” she
asked.

“
Mmmfff!” He was beyond
words, still spasming.

“
You
like
that?” she murmured. “Tell me
how it feels...”

Words were impossible. Ben finally
managed to get his eyes open, his hands in her hair and his lips
onto hers. He kissed her as though tomorrow might never happen, as
though these few minutes were all they had. Maybe they were?
Perhaps she’d been teasing and there’d be nothing else?

Tigger kept him clutched in her
handful of tissues until he’d partly deflated.

Minutes later she drew away, although
he remained half aroused and totally turned-on. He groaned as she
smoothed his briefs back up and concealed him.

“
Now you can have a little
play with me,” she said, bending to toss the tissues under the
car.

Ben’s heart turned over. Where should
he start?

“
Is there a travel rug or
anything?” she asked.

He found the old striped one in the
back of the car and spread it on the ground. But when she started
to crouch down he blurted, “No, I want you standing first. By the
car. Like me.”

He positioned her against the door and
slipped his fingers under her shoulder straps. “Will this slide
down?” He hoped his voice wasn’t shaking as much as his
knees.

In answer, Tigger crossed her arms,
grasped at the hem, and drew the top upward. His eyes fastened on
her gradually exposed waist, ribs and then the undersides of her
pale breasts. His hands floated towards her and settled. The air
rushed out of his lungs.

Tigger stopped. “Higher?” she
asked.

He nodded, speechless, caressing the
softest skin he’d ever touched. And she resumed her little
striptease, exposing her breasts as she drew the top up past her
face.

“
Stop! I don’t want you
watching me. I just need you to stay like that for a
minute.”

His eyes were well accustomed to the
moonlight now. His mouth literally watered as he gazed at the
delicious tight peaks of her nipples. He leaned down and ran his
tongue over each in turn. Tigger tensed and drew a sharp breath
each time he licked her.

“
Jesus,” he gasped,
glancing up toward her shrouded face.

“
More,” she
begged.

More? He’d do it forever if she wanted
him to.

He licked, he sucked, he nipped,
trying to gauge from her reactions what gave her the most pleasure.
All of it, apparently—to judge from her muffled sighs and rapturous
moans.

“
My arms are killing me,”
she finally complained.

“
Sorry.” He presumed she’d
cover herself up again. His heart pounded with furious excitement.
Her body was an erotic playground and he hated being turned away
from it.

But instead she peeled the top right
off and tossed it onto the rug. “Lie down now?”