My Last Orgasm Before Everything Changed. Part 2

Part 2

Jennie pulls me closer as another track drops, the bass rolling under our feet. She smells like jasmine and cold night air, and when she leans in, her curls brush my cheek.

“The night is young,” she murmurs, lips grazing my jaw. “Stay with me. Let’s keep dancing.”

I want to. God, I want to. Her touch makes everything inside me melt; her body fits against mine like we’ve been doing this forever. But reality nudges me like a cold finger.

“I have a Biology exam in seven hours,” I breathe against her mouth. “I really should sleep.”

She sighs, her forehead resting on mine. “You’re no fun.”

I smile, cupping her cheek with my small hand. “I’m the fun kind of responsible.” She laughs softly, but the disappointment is still in her eyes. I rise onto my toes, sliding my fingers into the curls at the back of her neck, and kiss her, slow at first, then deeper, warm lips opening against mine. Her tongue brushes mine in a sweet, lingering way that pulls a soft sound from my throat.

She holds my waist, pulling me close, like she wants to keep me there just a little longer. But at the moment I think I know better.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I whisper, breathless.

“You better,” she replies, tracing my lower lip with her thumb.

The lights flash across her face one last time, pink, then blue, then a bright white that makes her eyes sparkle. I let her go before I change my mind.

I step out into the freezing night alone. The cold hits me. The warehouse door slams behind me, shutting out the music, and the night feels suddenly too big and too quiet. I wrap my arms around myself, breath turning into pale clouds in the dark. 

Snowflakes drift through the streetlights, slow at first, soft as feathers and each one melts against my cheeks like tiny cold kisses. My legs feel heavy from dancing, but I walk anyway crunching through the thin layer of snow gathering on the cracked pavement.

My small car sits at the far end of the lot, half-dusted white, like it’s been waiting for me to come back to reality. Every step toward it feels like leaving Jennie behind piece by piece, her warm hands, her laughter in my ear, her soft mouth on mine. I run my thumb over my lips, remembering the taste of her.

I unlock the door with stiff fingers and slide into the driver’s seat. The interior is freezing, and when I breathe out, the air fogs. I pull my jacket tight and grip the wheel, forcing my shaking hands to steady. The engine coughs, then starts, the heater blowing nothing but icy air for a long, miserable moment.

It’s 2am and I don't want to go home. I don’t want the porch lights, the questions, the way my parents look at me like they’re trying to measure what kind of girl I’ve become. I just want quiet. I want space to breathe. So I turn left instead of right, toward the long forest road leading to my family’s winter house. It’s empty this time of year, cold and quiet, which is exactly what I need.

What started as light snow becomes thick, heavy flakes, big enough to blur the world outside the windshield. They fall so quickly it feels like I’m driving through a shaken snow globe.

Jennie’s kiss still lingers on my lips, warm against the cold. I can still taste her. Her lips had been soft, insistent, her tongue sliding against mine with that slow, deliberate hunger she always saves for when she’s about to devour me completely. A shiver runs down my spine, and I shift in my seat, the seam of my jeans suddenly too tight, too present against the swollen ache between my legs. 

I shouldn’t. I’m driving. My fingers tremble as I pop the button, the zipper hissing down. The cold air of the car kisses my exposed skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire licking through me. I slide my hand inside my panties, and the first brush of my fingers against my slick folds makes my hips jerk. I’m dripping. Still soaked from her.

I circle my clitoris, slow at first, just teasing, the way Jennie had done to me earlier, her nails scraping lightly down my inner thighs. I gasp, my hips lifting off the seat as I press two fingers inside myself, knuckles deep. 

The car swerves slightly, tires crunching over the snow-dusted pavement, but I don’t care. I can’t. My fingers move faster, my wrist twisting, hitting that perfect angle that makes my vision blur. You're a future doctor, you should know better that's so dangerous…

My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, my back arching, my free hand slamming against the steering wheel as I cry out. My vagina clenches around my fingers, pulse after pulse of pleasure rippling through me, leaving me trembling, my skin slick with sweat despite the cold. My fingers keep moving, slower now, drawing it out, milking every last shudder from my body.

I focus on the road, trying to steady my breathing. My hands rest on the wheel, warm and tense, palms a little damp. The engine hums low, a steady sound that settles in my chest.

The headlights sweep over the empty highway. Long, smooth lines of light and snow… until something strange catches the glow.

A shimmer. A sharp glint. I lean forward, eyes narrowing…It can’t be… A spike strip, here in the middle of nowhere. They stretch across the road like a cruel smile. Before I can react, the front tires hit them. A loud, violent pop snaps through the car. Then another. The wheel jerks from my hands. My heart leaps up into my throat.

Why here?

Part 3 to come
Ashley

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