Adrian chuckled, remembering the first words she’d said to him. “Actually, I do.”
“What do you see?”
“You.”
She turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. Her smirk hadn’t faded yet. “What’s so interesting about me?”
Adrian shook his head. “Where would you like me to start? You’re gorgeous from head to toe. I love listening to you laugh. You’re a fun person to be with. I thought that this little trip to the carnival was going to be shit, but you made it really awesome just by being here. I don’t want this day to end.”
Serena blushed and looked down, seeming to be at a loss for words. She picked at a few blades of grass before turning up her chin towards him, sending a coy look in his direction. “So…what are you waiting for?”
He gently took her cup and set it on the ground next to them before placing his hand against the back of her head and drawing her close. When their lips met, the impact was like a wave crashing against him. The closeness of her and the way her tender lips pressed against his own all melted together into a moment that seemed to last forever.
Adrian started to draw away after a moment, expecting the kiss to be over — but she grabbed his neck frantically and pulled him back onto the grass. Her hands were caressing him from his cheeks to the base of his neck, stroking and lightly scratching him as she pressed her lips against his own.
Her tongue darted against and around his, which was both playful and frantic at the same time. Adrian felt his cock begin to swell against the fabric of his jeans, and his hands were almost to her breasts before he reluctantly stopped himself.
“Wait,” Adrian mumbled against her insistent kisses. “Wait, wait. We can’t do this here.”
Her eyelids fluttered open and her dark eyes were glaring at him. They were different than they had been earlier — they were just as intense as they had been before, but there was something else there too. They fluttered around frantically, desperately waiting for an explanation for the delay. He figured that Serena was silently pleading with him to continue what had been started.
“We can’t do this here,” he repeated, gesturing to the people who had stopped walking nearby. Indeed, something of a small crowd had gathered, staring open-mouthed at the bold couple. An old pair of blue-haired women sneered down at them and their obvious lack of discretion, and one of the few school children who’d showed up was snickering at them from the other side of the path.
“Fuck them,” Serena stammered, trying to kiss him again.
Adrian held her back gently, willing her to listen. “If this continues,” he whispered, “it’s going to escalate, and we’ll be arrested if we do anything right here. I’d rather not get into that kind of trouble today, no matter how much I want it to happen.”
For a moment it looked as though she was about to argue again, but her better judgment prevailed as she hopped to her feet. She grabbed his arm to help him stand, and together they pushed past the small crowd, drinks in hand and leaving her stuffed bear behind.
Adrian wasn’t entirely sure where she was leading him, but he had no real preference one way or another as long as he was with Serena. That being said, he couldn’t help smiling when he saw where they’d stopped.
“Isn’t this a little cliche?” Adrian asked.
The Tunnel of Love wasn’t very busy compared to the rest of the carnival — there were only five other couples in line. Enormous pink swan boats floated into a large, cavernous opening and disappeared into the penetrating darkness of the ride.
It was enormous compared to the other attractions, looking like it had been built from an old, grandiose warehouse. He actually hadn’t seen any Tunnels of Love outside of the cartoons he’d watched growing up, and Adrian couldn’t believe he was actually about to go into one.
Serena sighed as she seemed to have the same idea. “This isn’t really my scene either, Adrian, but I don’t really have any better ideas. Do you?”
Adrian looked around, seeing her point. The only other indoor rides were bumper cars and mini-rollercoasters, and those seemed like they were more geared towards making people nauseous rather than horny. That wasn’t really the kind of fun he had in mind.
“Besides,” Serena continued huskily, “it’s traditional, isn’t it? Romantic or whatever?”
“Can’t argue with that,” Adrian replied as they were loaded onto one of the gaudy, aged swans. It tilted and swayed with their added weight. They placed their beers into the small, old cup holders that were hanging down on either side of their seats. With a wink, the creepy old carnie that had loaded them in pulled down on the wooden lever on the dock. Slowly, they floated into the swirling blackness of the ride.
Once inside, there wasn’t much to look at other than the bright pink backgrounds and floating cartoon hearts. Adrian wasn’t sure who the ride had been geared towards, but it certainly wasn’t he or Serena. He assumed that it had been built to cater to the younger crowd — to the fifth graders whose idea of dating was holding hands on the playground.
For her part, Serena didn’t even seem to notice the silly surroundings. As soon as they were away from the dock and lost in the darkness, she attacked Adrian with all the pent-up lust she’d been holding on to since they’d left the oak tree. She was at his neck, softly kissing and biting his skin at intervals up to his ears, where she whispered his name softly.
“You know that they’ve probably got cameras in here, right?” Adrian asked as her hand found its way to his crotch.
“I hope that they enjoy the show then,” Serena shot back, sounding entirely unconcerned. She forcefully yanked down his zipper and shoved her small hand inside, feeling around his boxer shorts and pulling out his cock. It wasn’t as big as the ones in the pornos, but it did the job. What it lacked in absurd length, however, it made up for in thickness. Even Charisse had been impressed, and she’d never been known to candy coat things like that.
Serena didn’t, however, linger in that area. Once his shaft was exposed, Serena seemed perfectly content to travel her hands up and down the length of his body, feeling under his shirt and entwining her fingers with the hairs on his chest. Her legs curled upwards onto the seat and she positioned them to where she was making a bridge over Adrian’s own legs — his cock standing at attention directly underneath the back of her knees, only inches away from the fabric that was covering her pussy.
Alright, then, Adrian thought to himself. If she wants to play, we’ll play.
Taking the initiative, he pulled her hands into his own and held them against the back of the swan boat. He then lowered his lips to the base of her neck, nipping playfully at the exposed skin there. She let out her breath in an aroused sigh as he touched his tongue against her, tasting her skin. She tasted sweet, once again reminding him of the berries he’d smelled earlier.
He lowered his hands and caressed her gently down the sides of her body, running them back up along her soft stomach and around to the small of her back. He slipped his hand behind her and up the back of her shirt, rubbing her along the gentle slope of her spine. He noticed, belatedly, that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Serena seemed to be having a harder time with the teasing than he had. Though he’d released her hands, they remained pressed against the back of the boat, and Adrian could hear her fingernails clawing uselessly against the aged plastic finish.
Her breathing had become ragged, and her eyes were shut as she shivered in pleasure from his touch. Her legs pressed up against his chest, and she dove forward to mash her lips against his.
“And you didn’t want to go on this ride,” she whispered amorously as she pulled away, slipping out of his grasp and dropping down to the floor of the boat. The swan rocked back and forth from the motion, but Adrian hardly noticed as she pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Her mouth opened, and he stifled a moan as he felt the length of his shaft slide down her throat.
He ran his fingers through her silky hair as she let her mouth travel up and down the length of his dick, feeling her lips bathe his cock from top to bottom. She lingered near the head, playfully flicking it with the metal stud in her tongue before returning her attention to the shaft again. Adrian groaned with anticipation, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last long against her assault.
He hadn’t had a blowjob in years — Charisse refused to give or receive oral, for whatever reason — and he realized then how much he’d been missing them. As for Serena, she was no amateur; each fluttering movement of her tongue, her hot breath against its length, the way she moaned against it when it filled her mouth…it all brought him nearly to the brink of pleasure before leaving him wanting more. She was slowly driving him crazy with her expert motions, and the little minx knew it.
With a jerk, she maneuvered the whole length of his cock all the way down her throat, feeling like he was nearly bottoming out inside of her. The mixture of the tightness and the taboo of what they were doing were all too much. Adrian could feel himself stiffening in preparation for something enormous.
“Serena…I’m gonna…” he stammered, not managing to finish his statement.
Serena had heard him, of course, but she didn’t move away. If anything, she pressed her lips down even harder against his skin. He obviously hadn’t reached his limit inside of her, as she continued to press him deeper into her throat. Her hand reached up into his pants and she caressed his balls, fondling them in unison with the movement of her mouth against his cock.
The stimulation was too much. With a groan, Adrian unleashed his cum inside of her like he’d never done before. He felt like he was unloading everything he had into Serena’s mouth, but she didn’t even flinch. As if she’d been expecting nothing less, she swallowed everything she’d been given. A small strand of white rolled off of her lips and onto her chin, but she pushed it back into her mouth with a gentle finger.
“Goddamn,” Adrian mumbled, feeling his body still quaking from pleasure. He stroked her hair gently, brushing a stray lock away from her eyes. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
She ignored his question and continued to lick him, milking his shaft until there wasn’t a drop left. She brushed the remaining hair back over her ears and made her way back up onto the seat next to him, smiling broadly. Grabbing her beer out of the cup holder, she downed it before turning back to Adrian.
“As good as you taste,” she whispered, “I don’t think that you’d appreciate the flavor so much.”
“I appreciate that,” he managed to get out before her lips were pressed against his once more. He’d never been kissed directly after a blowjob before, but he was pleased to find that the drink she’d taken had removed any of his flavors. That wasn’t an experience he was looking to have any time soon.
“I need that in me,” she moaned into his ears. “I’m not even kidding. I haven’t been fucked in weeks — and I need your cock inside of me right now.” She stopped for a moment, looking pensive. “But we’re gonna have to hold off for a little bit — looks like the ride’s almost over. You might want to put that away.”
Adrian, who’d stopped paying attention to the scenery long ago, was suddenly blinded by the light at the end of the tunnel — so to speak. He barely had time to shove his still-rigid dick back into his jeans before yet another carnie was helping them off of the boat.
“If it wasn’t for the first part of that little boat trip, I’d say that you were a tease,” Adrian murmured as they walked down the exit ramp leading back towards the carnival. His rock-hard shaft was rubbing uncomfortably against the front of his jeans.
“Shhh,” she hissed playfully. “Don’t blame me — the stupid ride’s just not long enough.”
“You wanna go on it again?” Adrian asked.