“This is unreal, Rana. So tight.” He eased his movement for a moment. “Still feel okay?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t know whether it was the taboo aspect of what we were doing or what, but it just felt so much more intense than anything Landon and I had ever done before. Despite his size, he had used so much lube that it didn’t hurt. Like he’d promised, there was pressure but no pain. I realized that he was probably the only man in the world I could have experienced this with, because he was the only person I trusted implicitly. It was a very vulnerable situation to be in, but as I was finding, with the right person it could be amazing.
“You feel so incredible. Please, tell me this feels good for you.”
“Crazy good. You can go faster.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Landon fucked my ass harder but quickly lost it. “Oh, fuck…shit.”
Now I knew why he’d been going so slowly. Apparently, he couldn’t take it. His body shook in concession. Feeling him throbbing inside of me just put me over the edge. Almost as soon as his warm load filled my ass, I rubbed my clit to orgasm. He’d come so hard, and I could feel his semen dripping down my thighs.
He was still panting when he asked, “Are you surprised that you liked it so much?”
“No. Not with you.” I grinned. “What does it feel like for you?”
“It’s tighter—hard to describe. I love sex both ways equally, to be honest. This was your first time and because you were just so tight, it felt almost too good—obviously, you saw how fast I came.” He kissed me. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Thank you for making it easy.”BATHTUB THERAPYLandon made me put my hands over my face. “Close your eyes. Keep them closed.”
“What is going on?”
Leading me blindly outside, he reiterated, “Don’t open them yet.”
“This is crazy,” I said, trying not to trip.
When we finally stopped, I heard him say, “Okay, open them.”
I opened my eyes and gasped.
Landon’s new truck was parked outside. He’d taken it to get detailed, so it had been gone for a couple of weeks. He wouldn’t tell me what he was doing to it. Now, I knew why.
My mouth was agape. “It’s…” I couldn’t even gather my thoughts enough to speak.
“Amazing, right?”
I tilted my head to look at her from a different angle. I say her because plastered on the front of the truck was a giant decal of…me along with the name Rana’s Banana. It wasn’t a photo of me, but rather a cartoon caricature. She had my big eyes, long, black hair, and was dressed in a belly dancer outfit. She was buxom and even had a snake around her neck with her hands holding it at both ends. The snake’s tongue was sticking out like it was slithering. And I was sitting on a giant banana.
“I can’t believe you did this.”
“Why not? You’re my muse. From the moment you came into my life, that’s how I’ve felt.”
“That’s very sweet, baby. I just…this is…” I had no words.
His enthusiasm was really cute. “I couldn’t imagine walking by this truck and not stopping. And when people come for lunch, they can meet the real Rana if you happen to be working with me that day. That will be quite a draw.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the idea of being on public display didn’t appeal to me at all. But this was clearly a done deal. He must have paid a fortune to have this designed. And it was sweet that he wanted to dedicate his business to me.
There was only one response. “I love you. Thank you for this gesture.”
The excitement in his eyes was palpable. “Thank you for inspiring me, beautiful.”It was the grand opening of the truck, and the weather was unusually warm for spring in Michigan.
Landon had parked Rana’s Banana right outside of the campus green. He’d been given a license to operate at that location for a year.
Students flocked to the unusual food truck, curious about its contents based on the sultry caricature of me. I had to admit, Landon’s edgy marketing idea was pretty clever. The bustling crowd of hungry students proved that he’d sparked their curiosity with the sexy image. And it seemed he’d also tapped into something that was missing, because there were no other food trucks in the vicinity.
Perhaps, even more special than the decal of me was his other idea. On the opposite side of the truck, he’d attached a giant dry erase board. At the top was written: Tell Me Something Funny. It was a tribute to the question he’d always ask me when he was feeling down.
The students really got a kick out of it and took turns borrowing the marker.
Within an hour, the board was full of funny sentences. There were a wide variety of jokes, some humorous, some dumb, and some bizarre. Things like: