John laughed. "I think so. I'm sorry. I know I was out of line." He smiled down at Kerry. "Forgive me?"
Kerry nodded. "Don't worry. It happened. Doesn't mean anything." She looked around and saw a concession stand. "I'll have a lemonade." Something cold that would let her stop thinking about John's breath on her face or the taste of his tongue.
John nodded. "Sounds good." He was ever conscious of his erection as they approach the stand and he ordered two lemonades.
"Sorry, we only have one left." The woman informed him. "But we have plenty of straws, so you and your girlfriend can share."
John turned to Kerry; "Do you mind sharing? I can find another stand and get a soda or something if you want the lemonade for yourself."
Kerry shook her head. "No it's fine." She wasn't really thirsty anyway. Just wanted a time-out. "Let's sit down though." She made her way toward one of the picnic tables where they'd eaten their hamburgers at earlier and sat down, then held out her hand for a straw.
John bought the lemonade, then followed Kerry over to a picnic table. He gave her a straw and handed the lemonade to her so she could drink first. As he waited for his turn, John checked his watch. "Another hour before the fireworks. Shall we do some more rides? We still have yet to hit the Merry Go Round and the Ferris Wheel."
Kerry sipped her lemonade then looked at Carter. She couldn't help but notice that he had another bulging erection just at her eye-level. She took a slurp up her straw as she looked at it. It was large. She wiggled a bit on the seat, could feel herself getting damp. This was ridiculous. She needed more than just sugar-water to cool her down. "How about an ice-cream?"
John nodded. "That sounds good." A gust of wind buffeted him and he looked up to see that some clouds were rolling in. "I hope it doesn't get too cloudy for the fireworks," he said. "It would be a shame to miss them."
Kerry held the cup of lemonade up toward him and he stuck his straw in and took a long sip of the refreshing liquid. But he couldn't help but think about how Kerry's lips and tongue would taste of lemon and sugar right now. "What flavor do you want? I'll go get it while you hold us a seat here." John offered. He had to get away from Kerry before his thoughts went too much further astray.
Kerry didn't mind. The important thing was to get a hold of herself while Carter was away. "Um, Vanilla. Chocolate. Whatever they have."
She watched as Carter turned and left. His erection had been at eye-level facing her, and now his butt was. It was a fine butt. It was..... Thinking like this was not helping. He was her resident. Her boarder. Nothing else. He was a fine young man with a bright future. He was...sexy as hell. But that didn't matter because he was off-limits.
John found an ice cream stand and ordered cones of chocolate and vanilla. He'd let Kerry chose which flavor she preferred. One small advantage to having to wait in line for the ice cream and then concentrating on getting back through the crowd to Kerry was that his erection had abated. As he approached their table, he saw that Kerry was deep in thought. Must be good thoughts, he thought to himself, because she had a smile on her face. "A penny for your thoughts," he said as he came to a stop in front of her, holding out both cones so she could chose which one she wanted.
Kerry looked up at Carter then blushed. Dammit - that wasn't how this was supposed to go. She grabbed the chocolate cone and licked her way around the edges, securing it in place. Then spiraled up to the top centre where there was a little, curly peak. She nibbled that off, and looked up at Carter. "Thanks. This is good."
As John watched Kerry's pink tongue swirl around the ice cream, he couldn't help but imagine how it would look swirling around him. He abruptly sat down beside her as his penis sprang to life once more. At this rate, the organ would be worn out by the time he got back home -- and without having the benefit of relief, too. "It looks good," he said as he watched her some more, not aware that his own ice cream was beginning to melt and run down the side of the cone and onto his hand.
Kerry grinned across at him. "It is good." Kerry spiraled her way up to the top again. "Very good." Then she looked over at him, and gestured at the cone. "You're leaking.
"What?" John looked down at his pants, expecting to see a telltale wet spot where the tip of his penis was pushing against his pants. But his pants were dry. Then he became aware of a coldness on his hand and he saw that his ice cream was melting. He licked around the scoop of ice cream to keep more of it from dripping, then licked the cone clean before sucking the melted treat off his hand. "Thanks," he said to Kerry.
Kerry suppressed a shiver as she imagined Carter sucking her breast like he'd just sucked his hand. His lips against her skin. She hastily took a firm bite of her ice cream, willing the coldness to take the thoughts away.
As John concentrated on his ice cream, he could see the flash of colored lights out of the corner of his eye. They were seated near the Merry Go Round, and the lights were dazzling. "We are definitely riding that when we're done eating," John said, pointing to the carousel. "And then we're going on the Ferris Wheel. By the time we're done with that, it should be time to pick out a good spot to sit and watch the fireworks."
Kerry smiled a little gingerly - she was sure she could find something to ride on that her leg could handle. And in any case she wasn't going to slow Carter down. "Okay." The Ferris Wheel was picked out with lights. "The Wheel looks good."
John found himself staring at Kerry's face once more, his attention on her smile. "Yeah, it looks really good."
Kerry bit down, and to her surprise found she had only cone left - she didn't know where the ice cream had gone. "I'm ready." She stood up and fluffed out her skirt a little.
John quickly finished his cone and got to his feet. He looked down at Kerry and grinned as he saw a smear of chocolate at the corner of her mouth. "I forgot napkins," he said as he reached up with his thumb and gently wiped away the ice cream remnant. "Sorry about that. I'm not usually that forgetful about things like that. So I have any ice cream on my face?" He asked, smiling broadly.
"Thanks." She didn't know how it had gotten there. Kerry could feel the place after Carter had touched it far more acutely than she had when the ice cream was there. Kerry looked up at him; his face was so far above hers it was hard to tell. "Don't think so."
John nodded. "Good. Let's go see how long the line is, shall we?" They walked over to the carousel and were relieved to see that the line was short. In less than five minutes, they were trying to find a mount. John let Kerry precede him, deciding that he would go with whatever kind of horse she chose. If she chose a horse at all. There were a few seats on the carousel.
Kerry looked regretfully at the horses - but she knew she could never mount one, or stay on it for the ride. She walked toward the seats, and tried to take one gracefully. "This looks good. Where are you sitting?"
"With you, of course. Where else would I sit?" John sat down beside her and grinned. "It's been too long since I've been on a horse. I might fall off."
"You don't need to, Carter." That was all she could bring herself to say. "You're supposed to be doing the fun things, remember?"
John's smile grew wider as he leaned back in the seat. "I *am* doing something fun. I'm sitting here with you. What's the use of mounting something if you're not around?"
Kerry's eyes widened at the comment. She did her best to respond dryly. "I'm sure you've ridden alone."
Okay, John thought, two could play that game, and Kerry obviously wasn't angry or shocked by his comment. So he ventured to say "Never alone, but often bareback."
Kerry shook her head a little. This was getting...explicit. And the worst thing of all was the way she felt herself responding to the comments. She was getting damp, and her breathing was shallow. Kerry stood up; "I'm going to look at the animals, they're supposed to be...historic." Or something like that.
She passed a giggling child on a giant frog, and a couple in their early twenties sharing a sleigh. There was an empty horse next, but she knew she couldn't ride it - couldn't even mount it, she turned away.
Carter was following her; she had a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. She paid fierce attention to the gold painted reins and fearsome red mouth and white teeth of the next mount. Suddenly she felt warm hands at her waist, and being lifted up. He was going to...she didn't know what he was going to do. "Carter, I can't....." Then she was being settled down
Carter smiled. "Women wore skirts in the past too." He suspected that wasn't the actual problem, of course. But the solution to both difficulties was the same.
Kerry looked down and saw she was riding sidesaddle. She'd never ridden on a horse that went up and down before. "I'll . . ." She grasped firmly onto the pole in front of her.
Carter stood doubtfully for a second. He didn't know just what her muscles could and couldn't handle. "You'll be fine." He would stay here and make sure she was.
Just then the music started, and Kerry's horse began to slowly rise. She was being pulled upwards past John. He was standing close, one hand on the same pole she was grasping, his legs against hers, pressing her in place. Slowly, up and up. Then down again.
John closed his eyes as the carousel picked up speed, even though the up and down motion remained steady. He couldn't keep from pressing in even closer to Kerry's legs, relishing the feelings that were being created within his body from that contact. It was so easy to imagine that they were naked and in these positions, her body rubbing against his, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.
With a quick gasp, John opened his eyes and took a step back -- he was far too close to actually coming to remain there any longer. He knew his face was flushed, but he was surprised to look up at Kerry's face and see that her face was also flushed with desire. He moved his free hand to her hips, pressing firmly there, telling himself it was to help hold her in place since he couldn't use his body for that purpose any longer. But in reality, he just wanted to touch her once more.
Tendrils of feeling were radiating out through Kerry's body from the hand on her hip. She wiggled a little, unthinking, sending the hand - and sensations - toward her groin.
The movement of the carousel wasn't totally smooth, there were a myriad of small jerks, little movements that were - stimulating. Very stimulating. And Carter was right next to her, so close.
She shut her eyes, just as he'd asked her to do earlier - feel the ride. She could imagine it was no mechanical object creating this feelings, but a person, someone, him.
John sighed as he saw Kerry's eyelids close over her brilliant green eyes. He wished it were a little less crowded here and he a bit more of an exhibitionist. His hand was tantalizingly close to Kerry's core and it would be so easy to just slip it inside her skirt and up her leg. Bring her the pleasure she so richly deserved.
He was trying to figure out a way to position his body so he could at least try to get forward with Kerry when the carousel began to slow. The movements of the horse slowed as well, and when it finally stopped, Kerry was higher in the air than she had been when he first put her on the horse. Her feet were even with his groin, he noted, and he stepped forward again, placing both hands around her waist.
"Ready to get down?" he asked with a slow smile.
Kerry opened her eyes. Carter was below her. She could have asked the attendant to bring the horse down, but Carter was intoxicatingly close. And a woman could dream. She put her hands on his shoulders. "Yes."
"Okay, hang on." With one fluid motion, John lifted Kerry off the horse and then lightly deposited her on the wooden platform of the carousel. "Did you enjoy that?"
Enjoy didn't begin to describe it. But she was also aware of a feeling of loss. She'd been half-expecting him to bring her body close to his as he lifted her down, to feel contact all the way down. That hadn't happened. At all. He'd helped her as he would a four-year old.
She shook her head. It had been silly to even think of it, let alone hope. She grabbed her crutch. "Yes. Ferris Wheel now?"
John nodded. "Ferris Wheel. I need to stop by a toilet along the way though," he said, chuckling at having to admit that need. If only it was so easy to admit his other need to Kerry -- the need to feel her body under his, or above his -- Hell, just the need to feel her body. But, it wasn't easy and she wouldn't take him seriously even if he did tell her. He led the way through the crowds to the building that housed the facilities. "I'll meet you out here," He told her, then he went inside.
Kerry looked around. It was full dark now, and the crowd was ever thickening - waiting for the fireworks at midnight no doubt. She didn't like crowds, she really didn't. She didn't like the way they pushed and pulled at her, and took her off balance. She didn't like the way that a short person couldn't see where she was. She moved toward a cotton candy stall - trying to take protection from the crowd in its lee. And then somehow found herself enmeshed in its queue. Pressed close to the bodies of random strangers. These bodies didn't feel like John's had. They felt threatening, large, and impersonal. Some time later she was spat out of the front of the queue with a mass of virulent pink spun sugar on a stick. She looked around searching for John.
When John came out of the rest room, he didn't see Kerry. Thinking she had decided to use the ladies' room after all, he waited. But she didn't show up. Concerned, he began to scan the crowd for her and then he spotted her in line for cotton candy. The thought that tough as nails Kerry Weaver had a yearning for sickly sweet cotton candy struck him as funny. He headed her way and reached her just as she had gotten her treat.
"Are you going to share or is this all for you?" He asked, unable to stop grinning.
Kerry spun around at his voice. She didn't know whether to hug him for finding her, or beat him with her crutch for leaving her like that. Instead of either she thrust the stick at him. "Here." She didn't like crowds like this at all. Maybe the Ferris Wheel was a bad idea.
"Thanks." John pulled off a chunk of the sweet stuff and stuck it in his mouth, relishing the way it melted inside there. "Ready for the Ferris Wheel now? With everyone trying to find seats for the fireworks, we shouldn't have a long wait." He held the cotton candy out to Kerry to take back. "We can take this with us, that is, if there's any left by the time we reach the ride itself."
Kerry shook her head, then took the candy and took a miniscule bite - the sweetness spread all through her mouth. She was a bit ashamed of her momentary panic in the crowd. But she just didn't like them. She wasn't supposed to be slowing Carter down. "Sure." She was a bit disorientated by the swinging masses of people, and looked up to get her bearings. "This way?"
"Yeah. If we hold hands, then there'll be less chance of us getting separated," John said as he reached out and took Kerry's hand in his. He hoped she believed the reasoning behind that. It did make sense to him and it kept them touching.
Kerry took the hand gratefully, and did her best to hold the cotton candy in her crutch hand, but the tiger dropped to the ground in the process. She released her hand from Carter's grip, and handed the candy to him, then bent down to search for it.
"What's wrong?" John asked as Kerry stopped and then shoved the cotton candy at him before bending over. He looked down and immediately regretted it as he saw how the material of her skirt seemed to caress Kerry's round backside. Feeling protective, John stepped forward, keeping her curves from other male eyes. "Need any help?"
Carter's words coincided with a sharp kick to her shins and an anonymous *sorry* from someone in the passing throng, and she bit back a swear word. Kerry did her best to keep her voice calm. She was supposed to not be slowing Carter down. "Have to find the tiger."
"The tiger?" Then he remembered the stuffed animal he had won for her. "Oh. How about if I look? Since I'm not wearing a skirt, I can get down on the ground and have a better view."
It was not the skirt that was preventing her kneeling, but Kerry bit back her words of frustration. It was a good excuse anyway. "Sure." Kerry propelled herself upright with her crutch, and retrieved the sugar candy.
John knelt on the ground, looking around through the ever moving maze of legs and feet. And he spotted the tiger a few feet away. "I see it. Hold on." He crawled forward and was almost to the toy when someone stepped on his hand. John swore loudly, shaking his hand briskly in the air to try to take the sting of being squished out of it. He was sure nothing was broken -- the contact had been too swift and fleeting. But it still hurt. He reached out quickly and grabbed the tiger by an ear, then stood. With a smile, he handed it back to Kerry. "There you go. One tiger retrieved."
Kerry grabbed onto the beast. She strongly suspected that in anything approaching daylight it would look in urgent need of being washed. And she was left with the same problem as before. 1 crutch, 1 cotton candy stick, and 1 tiger - all deserving a hand of their own. Not to mention John's offer of a hand too. Well that just wouldn't happen. The tiger tail could go in the crutch hand and . . . In a moment she was limping toward the queue for the Ferris Wheel.
John couldn't keep from frowning as he followed Kerry toward the Ferris Wheel. So she hadn't believed him about needing to hold hands. And she hadn't liked holding his hand. Such a pity, really. Her hand had been warm, even if it was small. As they got into the short line, he forced a smile. "See? I told you the line wouldn't be long now. They'll shut the Ferris Wheel down shortly before the fireworks start. They can't have the lights from the rides being a distraction." John looked up into the night sky, seeing more clouds moving in. Clouds were not good for fireworks, but it was close enough to show time for it to not matter much. At least that's what he hoped. A few minutes later they were being seated into a brightly painted car.