let go, afraid I'll trip and land on my face. Phade nuzzles his face into my neck and whispers. “Don't worry, I won't let you fall.” His voice is soothing, and I feel my body start to loosen up.
The tension subsides as I pull in a gulp of fresh air and slowly release it from my lungs. Relaxing my hands to my sides, I do the one thing I've never done; I clear my mind and just let go.
“Almost there,” he says. His body presses closer to mine and I find myself leaning back into him.
His arms around me make my heart pound, his chest against my back makes my nerves explode and my pussy throb. Every step Phade takes, his hips shift forward, forcing his cock to press against my ass.
I'm tempted to reach back and touch his bulge. Everything about this is turning me on. I don't hear the traffic anymore, I don't feel the ground vibrate from passing cars or the subway.
I'm caught up in Phade. In his hands on my face. In his breath as he exhales across the back of my neck. In his dick as it brushes my ass, teasing me, calling me to come out and play.
“You ready?” he asks as he stops us, his hands pulling against my face, pressing my head against his firm chest.
“Yes I'm ready.”
“Ta da!” he calls out as he tears his hands away.
I'm still blind for a second, blinking and trying to adjust to the sun going down over the horizon. Squinting, I see a huge ferris wheel, all lit up and spinning. People are screaming as they drop on a roller-coaster, kids are laughing, and there are bells and whistles going off all over the place.
“When was the last time you went to a fair?” Stepping to my side, he proudly folds his arms across his chest.
“Honestly?” I ask him, looking up with a scrunched face.
“Holy shit, you've never been to a fair before—have you?” Shaking my head no, I smile through grit teeth. “Wow, you really have no idea what you've been missing out on.” Grabbing my hand, he yanks me along. “I'm going to show you the time of your life.”
And he was right. After riding the roller-coaster three times, we share a dough-boy covered in powdered sugar. It’s sweet and greasy, and simply delicious.
Licking my fingers, I groan. “Wow, that was good.”
“I fucking love these things.” Phade looks straight ahead, his lids pop open wide. “Nice!” he calls out as he drops the paper plate into a trashcan. “Check that out.”
Following his finger, I see a small shack with stuffed animals lining the walls. There are guns sitting in holders, and on the opposite side of the counter are clown faces with balloons for noses.
“What is it?”
“It's game time.” Pulling a few dollars from his wallet, he throws it onto the counter. “Go ahead, you take that one, I'll take this one.”
“So what do I do?”
“Shoot water into the clown's mouth and whoever fills the balloon first and pops it, wins.”
“Sounds easy enough.”
The man behind the counter rings a bell and Phade pulls his trigger. Water is shooting out of his gun, going right into the mouth of the clown. I'm all over the place, trying to aim and not even getting close.
“This thing is rigged!” My voice is excited and loud as I keep glancing from my clown to Phade's, seeing his balloon is almost full.
Pop!
Another bell rings loudly, and the man calls out, “Winner!”
“No fair!” Laughing, I turn to Phade who is lightly blowing air over the end of his squirt gun. “Okay, get it in now, because next round, I'm kicking your ass.”
“I'll take that blue dinosaur right there.” Phade points up, and the man grabs it with a hook, passing it over. “Another round.” Tossing a few bucks down again, the bell chimes.
Only this time, there are two kids next to me, both boys, maybe around the ages of nine or ten. Their parents are behind us, rooting them on before we begin.
Phade glances between us, nodding his head as if to say good luck. I glare at him, with a frown on my face and a stink eye.
“Oh it's going to be like that, okay, I see how it is. You're going down.” He's smirking as he holds his gun up, looking down the barrel with one eye closed.
“We'll see who's going down.”
Another bell rings and we all lay on the trigger heavy. Water is spitting back at