“Then do you wanna finish this up later? It’ll always be there when you’re home. It’ll get dark soon,” Jordan said, stroking Mia’s hair.
Mia pouted, then laughed knowing she did indeed have him to herself when she was home, but not as much of him as she would have liked.
“Fine. Let me show you something before the sun goes down,” Mia said, stepping out of the car.
A gentle, late-spring breeze made her blue polka-dot sundress dance before closing the door. She tapped the bottom of her white sandals on the sidewalk as she waited for Jordan to exit. It was a bit difficult for him since he had to put his cock away all on his own. Jordan stepped out, straightened the collar of his red jacket over a black shirt, and pulled up his black denim jeans. He didn’t often wear clothes in public that revealed his biceps. School regulations made tattoos, especially ones as detailed as the clock and skull Jordan had, quite the unnecessary taboo. Jordan looked at Mia who was tilting her head side to side and looking around. When she realized Jordan was looking at her, she smiled and returned the gaze.
“It’s not often you wear something like that. I didn’t even know you had something that cute in your entire wardrobe,” Jordan teased even though he absolutely loved anything Mia wore.
“And I didn’t know you owned anything that didn’t make you look like you had a stick in your ass twenty-four-seven,” Mia teased, admiring how a little change in attire could help her better appreciate his build and personality.
“Well, now I’m less likely to get mugged. It’s a win-win really.”
“Whatever,” Mia laughed, rolling her eyes. “Come. I want to show you the spot.”
The two walked through the park, telling stories of fun and weird things that happened at school. Jordan bought them two ice cream cones while Mia continued to lead them to the spot she mentioned earlier. Their occasional laughs could be heard with the laughs and banter of other people in the park. The early evening wind rustled through the trees as they finally found a row of benches facing a large open field. The picnickers had already packed up and left, and soon the voices of anyone else who was enjoying their time at the park faded away. The pole lights around the park lit up as the two sat down on a bench below a tree and faced the field.
“Ice cream is so cliché. We should have gotten Pizzas or something,” Jordan said, licking his dark chocolate scoop.
“Or burgers. Oh, you know they can deep fry ice cream too, right? How about ice cream burgers,” Mia laughed, licking her mint chocolate chip scoop.
“I mean the cart was on wheels. I could just get you to distract the owner with a little womanly charm and I’d drive that thing into some alley.”
“Then we can get any flavor we want!”
“No, so we can resell them all.”
“Oh, sneaky,” Mia said with a purr in her voice. The two laughed for a minute at their banter. It was silly, it was pointless, but it felt good. It was the kind of conversation one could only have with someone just as stupid or fun-loving as the other. Mia’s laugh tightened into a smile, which then tightened into a frown. She took another lick of her scoop and looked at the field.