Make Me Smile

The next day, my body was no longer sore. Dr. Trent checked me out one final time and pronounced me completely healthy, which was a relief. Natalie joked that I couldn’t afford any brain damage, since I didn’t have much brains as it was. I told her that she was thinking about herself.

There was going to be a fireworks festival that evening. Vaughn was reluctantly to go initially. “Waste of time,” he grunted. “It’s so pointless. And what’s worse, everyone always crowds around and acts so foolish. It gets on my nerves.”

I pleaded with him. “But I like watching fireworks. They’re so romantic.” Vaughn rolled his eyes, but he finally gave in, and we went.

Pierre had set up a stand where he was cooking baked corn with Natalie’s help. I already knew about it, because I provided the corn. Natalie pulled me by the elbow to talk at the side of the stand. “Have I got some news…” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“What? Pierre hit puberty?” I asked sarcastically, and she shoved me.

“No,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Okay, you know how that pop star Lanna’s house is across from Pierre’s? Well…when I was leaving last night, I saw Denny going in. Then when I went back to Pierre’s house early this morning, so we could start prepping the corn, I saw Denny again. Leaving. In the same clothes he had on yesterday!”

I shrugged. “Big deal. He wears the same clothes every day anyway, haven’t you noticed? And everybody knows they’re going out. Man, going out with a little kid has lowered your idea of what a scandal is!”

Natalie just stuck her tongue out at me, and then grimaced. “I know, I know. I’m the ONLY girl in town who isn’t getting laid!” She got a little loud as she said this, and Pierre looked over with a strange look on his face. I stifled a giggled and then slipped away before I had to get involved in their mess.

I went back to find Vaughn. He was standing around with Mirabelle and Julia, looked bored and miserable. “Can we go home now?” he asked. I just rolled my eyes and shook my head, and he sighed heavily.

The fireworks finally started. Vaughn and I stood side by side, watching the brilliant colors explode across the sky. He slowly reached out and wrapped his arm around my back, pulling me in next to him. “I guess it’s pretty nice watching fireworks with you,” he said. I smiled, resting my head on his side.

We went back to the house. As soon as we were inside, Vaughn leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. His hands went to the back of my bandanna, untying it and then sliding it off my head. He ran his fingers through my hair as his kiss became more insistent. I parted my lips, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Our tongues danced together as he squeezed at my shoulders, and I raked my fingernails lightly across his back. I broke away from the kiss momentarily to lead him by the hand to the bed.

I sat down on it, and he sat next to me, throwing his hat aside. He leaned back in for another kiss, and I reached around his neck, working the knot at the back of his bandanna loose. I finally got it undone and pulled it off. Then my hands started to work at the buttons of his shirt. My heart was beating hard as pleasurable anticipation began to stir inside me. Vaughn brought his hand over one breast and caressed it gently through my shirt. I hummed happily into his mouth as I got the last of the buttons undone. Pushing his shirt back, I came away from his mouth to kiss at his bare chest. I heard him give a little sigh, and I kissed a trail down to his stomach. He began to groan then, obviously aware of where I was going.

I traced my fingers over his already apparent hardness through the jeans. I touched him gently with one fingertip at first, then rubbed him with more pressure with my whole hand, squeezing at it through the thick material as it got even harder. My hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, and then moving it back far enough that I could unbutton and unzip his jeans. He helped me ease them down over his hips. I kissed at him through his boxers, and he moaned, leaning back on his elbows. I tugged at the waistband of his boxers, freeing his hardness, and then I brought my lips to it. I planted dozens of soft, fluttery kisses along the length, making him groan. Then I let my tongue creep out, and moved the tip of my tongue ever so lightly over his skin. I kept my touch light and feathery with both my tongue and my fingers.

He whined with desire as I teased him. “God, Chelsea, you drive me so crazy…” he managed to say brokenly.

“Mmmm…” was my only response as I covered the tip with my mouth. He groaned in delight, and I sucked lightly at him. I swirled my tongue around it, then brought my mouth a little further down. He brought his hands to my hair, tangling his fingers in it, but he didn’t push down on my head. I moved even further down, sliding my lips over him.

He continued to grunt and groan with pleasure. I loved every sound that he made, and I grew steadily wetter. My free hand went between my legs, touching there. I slid my hand down the front of my jeans and into my panties, wanting to feel for myself how wet he was making me. Even in the semi darkness, he could tell what I was doing. “Oh, God, Chelsea, you’re fucking killing me!” he groaned out, gritting his teeth and breathing harshly. I just sucked harder at him as I touched myself, getting more and more worked up.

He suddenly pulled me up roughly by my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed. He yanked his jeans off the rest of the way, and then did the same to my shorts. He quickly brought his face in between my legs, kissing at me through my damp panties. He flicked his tongue across the inside of each thigh, making me cry out with desire, and then he pulled my panties off. His mouth returned to me, his tongue moving in a frenzy of passion. “I love the way you taste,” he grunted, and I arched my back in ecstasy.

“Oh, Vaughn, I want you inside of me now!” I cried out, and he complied with a lustful groan, nestling his hips between mine and thrusting himself inside of me. I screamed happily, wrapping my arms around him as he moved back and forth. We sighed and moaned, moving together, savoring the feeling.

With one fluid movement, I was on top of him. I pressed furiously against him, tightening up my muscles as I worked myself closer and closer to climax. I heard him groan and hiss, and then he cried out, “Oh, Chelsea, Chelsea!” as he released powerfully, his hips convulsing up into me. The force of his movements and the idea that I had pulled it out of him made me explode with pleasure, and I began to climax as he finished his. He grasped at my hips, pulling me against him and shutting his eyes tightly as he seemingly enjoyed the feeling of it greatly. As my body relaxed, I brought myself down to his chest and rested there.

After a while, I moved off of him and lay next to him in the bed. “See, I told you fireworks are romantic,” I whispered as I cuddled up next to him. He just chuckled, wrapping his arm around me, and kissed the top of my head.