Chapter 7

Starla

Aaron’s the one blindfolded but I’m feeling everything more intensely than I usually do. When his hands touched my breasts, I could feel myself getting wet. It usually takes a lot more than that. No toys, no tingle balm, nothing but him and I alone in this room. His mouth moves down my neck, closing over one of my nipples, and he sucks.

I’m grinding against him. I want him already but he’s taking his time. His other hand moves down my body, pushing the waistband of my leggings down and getting his fingers under my underwear. He moves his tongue to my other nipple as his fingers slip inside my wet pussy.

He uses his now free hand to guide me around so he’s the one on top of me. His fingers don’t stop but his mouth moves farther down. My leggings and underwear come off in the next seconds and his head is between my legs. He strokes my pussy with his fingers and sucks my clit until my juices are coating his face. My back arches as his tongue thrusts inside me.

His tongue pumps and strokes at the same time. Damn he has a very talented tongue. No machine has ever done this. I can feel my orgasm brimming when he slows down. I moan in protest. He comes back up to kiss me and I watch him unbutton his jeans.

I pull his shirt off and grab one of the condoms from the bowl on the floor, hoping with everything I am that it’s the right size. He moans when I grab his considerably large dick and stroke. He kisses me harder, and I roll on the condom.

He can’t wait any longer after that and I don’t want him to. He guides himself inside me and starts to pump himself in and out with hard, deep strokes. He catches my breasts in his hands and rubs both of my nipples in his fingers as he moves inside me. He kisses me as I come for the first time.

But he’s not done yet. He turns me over, grabs my thighs, spreads me open, and feels where he needs to go with his fingers before thrusting inside me again. He rides me from behind until I’m coming over and over again. I bury my face in the cushion so I can scream. The room has sound dampening in the walls but it’s not completely soundproof.

He keeps thrusting, riding me through my biggest orgasm, and I can tell he’s about to finish too. The blindfold comes off as he pulls out. I hand him the box of wipes I have in here and he disposes of the condom in the little trash can next to us. He looks at me before he starts getting dressed, taking in every part he’d devoured moments ago.

I hear something outside and I’m hoping it isn’t what I think it is. I know I have to get dressed quickly and go out to check. I can’t leave Poppy to deal with this. Aaron sees me rushing and he looks confused.

“In a hurry to leave?”

I feel bad. “No, Aaron. This was amazing. But don’t you hear that?”

He stops in the act of zipping up his pants. “Hear what?”

“Come on.”

He’s putting on his shirt as I open the door. Poppy looks distraught.

“They’re back,” she says, “and this time there are more of them.”

I look outside to see a huge crowd gathered. They look like they’re covering the whole sidewalk down to the diner. Aaron looks more distraught than Poppy.

“Shit!” He pulls his phone out. “I have to talk to my manager.”

“Fucking hell!” I cannot believe this. I thought they’d calmed down, and now this?

“It looks like they’re angry about the sexual health presentation you did.” Poppy is looking at her phone now too.

“Let me see.”

She has a social media post pulled up for the neighborhood page. One of the moms posted that the owner of Tiger’s Den told her teen about STDs and consent, like it’s some horrible thing to teach teens about that. Apparently, what she gathered is that I’m encouraging kids to have sex.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me?”

“I need to get out of here. I can’t let this crowd see me.” Aaron looks pale.

“You can go out the back way. Looks like no one is out there. Go down to the diner and act like you’ve been there the whole time.” Poppy tells him this plan like she didn’t come up with it three seconds ago.

“Yes, go.” I tell him.

“You’re sure?”

“I can handle myself. I’ll call the police to get down here. It can’t be legal for them to be blocking the street and all these businesses like this.”

“Okay, but I’ll be right down at the diner. My manager wants me to steer clear of all this, but I’ll stay if you need me.”

“No, Aaron, go. It’s okay. I appreciate you wanting to help but it’s not worth ruining your own reputation over.”

He kisses me and Poppy’s eyes go wide.

“I’ll see you soon then?”

“Yes, definitely.”

Poppy shows him where the back door is for him to get away from the protestors and then comes back. I’m ending my call with the police non-emergency line when she gets to the front of the store.

“Keep the door locked,” I tell her, “the police are on the way to break this up.”

“In the meantime,” she leans on the counter and looks me square in the eye, “tell me about that kiss. What just happened?”

“I can’t talk about that right now. I don’t want to mix that experience up with this terrible one. And besides, he might decide not to see me again after this is all over. Did you see how pale he got?”

“Starla, he offered to sacrifice his image in this town to stay and help you. You’re gonna see him again.”

I smile at that. “I seriously hope so. And I hope I don’t have to close up shop and go somewhere else.”

“That’s not happening. This isn’t your hometown. We want you here, even if they don’t,” she waves a hand at the protestors. “This is not okay and they’re about to find that out.”

The police show up then, fighting to get through the crowd to come to the door. I go to unlock it and lock it again behind the two officers that enter.

“Now,” the male officer says. I haven’t met him before, “tell me about what’s happening here and how we can help.”

Time for me to get to work. Poppy’s right. I’m standing my ground.