The rest of the night at the park went differently than expected. Like we were small children again, Hero and I ran across the built-in bridge, laughing as we did so. 

The air had gone cold, but I barely noticed. I had a habit of doing this whenever I was around him. It was like he was a hypnotist. 

It made me sad to see him acting so carefree in this moment. I wondered if he ever had a chance to live and let go in his childhood even if just for one day.

It was like seeing a completely different man. 

As promised, I briefed him on what life was like for me as a kid and my pastimes. 

Though it was rare for me to enjoy myself in my childhood with Elouise and Charlie sticking their nose in my everyday life, I did have things I enjoyed. 

I did remember one summer when I discovered I had a talent for painting. I'd had a course in school and had stolen a few brushes and canvases from my teacher.

My favorite colors had been purple, blue, and green. I had painted one particular canvas of a long green field and a bright blue sky, with birds surrounding the clouds. It was one of my best memories. 

"You painted?" Hero asked in disbelief.
 
I laughed.

"I did. I can vaguely remember Hillary Duff playing on the old radio." 

He frowned. "Why did you stop?" 

I shrugged, already knowing I missed it. 

"Elouise caught me and grounded me for a month. Said that it was a waste of time and broke all my brushes. It was painful when I saw Charlie burning the painting itself."

"I would have beat the living shit out of him." Hero snapped. "Did he do that to all your paintings?"
 
I bit my lip, remembering all the stacks of paintings I'd had in my room. 

"Every single one. I remember how I used to look at Elouise and Charlie's relationship and knew deep in my heart that it wasn't what I wanted. I'd painted a picture that I'd dreamt in my head. I was married to some hotshot that had thrown a celebration for me in the town plaza. It's hilarious considering I was seven."
 
Hero nodded. "You should start painting again. I'd do anything to see happy like that." 

This made me smile. I hadn't considered doing that in quite some time. Not only was I afraid they would catch me in the act, but I'd been taught to think of it as below my practices.
 
I shook my head, realizing I hadn't asked what Hero's interests were.

"What about you?" I said. "Surely you have your hobbies. I mean, you showed me that special place on the cliff." 

Hero shook his head, clearly uncomfortable. 

"There's not really anything I can think of." 

Oh, come on. That couldn't be true. He had to have a favorite kind of food or drink.
 
"Not even a favorite color?" I challenged. 

Hero scoffed.

"Baby, have you seen my clothes? I'm sure you can guess. To be honest, the only thing that peaked my interest were my moments with Diedre. It was the highlight, compared to how much my parents despised me." 

I wanted to argue with this. Chester was a bit silent on most things, but Dorinda didn't strike me as someone that loathed him.

Sometimes she cared too much. Maybe back then, his parents just didn't know how to handle it all. 

Moments. Was that was he called with his grandmother? It made me sick. 

Just as I thought this, I eyed the sky that now had a bright glow. I could see the sun rising, making me yawn. We'd really been out here all night.

"That's so beautiful." I smiled, hovering over the slide. 

"That it is." Hero replied, massaging my back. 

I rolled my head, giving into the release of my tense muscles. I closed my eyes, forgetting about where we were. 

My eyes snapped open, however, when he slipped his hand under my skirt, sticking a finger through my slick entrance. 

I gasped.

Hero pressed his lips against my ear. 

"Follow me to the public restroom. Don't think about it. I want you to ride this cock." 

I didn't say much more, allowing him to lead me across the park. When we reached the stalls, I saw that they were cold and barren, but there was something tantalizing about doing this. 

It seemed forbidden. 

I wrapped my arms around myself as I saw Hero chaining the lock on the steel door. He made his way to the toilet, lowering the top and zipped down his fly. 

Hard and ready, his member sprang free from the confines of his jeans. It remained erect as he sat on the top of the toilet, holding out a hand.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly unbuttoned my skirt and slid it down the length of my thighs along with my panties. 

Hero eyed me intently as I did this, making the moment more raw and nerve wracking. 

As I made my way over to him, every small step was like a sentence. I could feel my clit pulsating with every second that passed. My luscious skin seemed all the more sensitive. 

How would we do this? Did I face him?
 
"Turn away from me." Hero ordered, as if answering my mental question. "This is a form of reverse cowgirl. I want to see your ass while I fuck you."

I did as I was told, angling my behind. It felt strange as I slid down his length. It was fast and swift, hitting my G-spot.

I moaned.

"That's it." Hero growled as he guided my hips. "Just move."

I nodded slowly, levering awkwardly on my feet. My hands grasped his toned legs as I lifted, then, with much difficulty, dropped down.

The impatience on my part must have terrified Hero because he stilled my motions. 

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He choked.

"N-no," I stuttered. "It felt.... different... tight..." 

"That's because you are tight," Hero breathed. 

As he began to shift inside me, I moved with him, gaining momentum. Feeling feverish, I rode his dick restlessly, craning my neck to look at his twisted expression. 

With his eyes meeting mine, he clashed his tongue against mine, pumping into me as he did so.

We were moving as one and god did it feel intense. 

He grabbed onto a breast as a violent knock sounded on the door. I began to hear energetic activity as if the park had already filled up. 

Hero's ragged breathing matched mine as we came to the realization we weren't alone. 

He grunted before shouting.
 
"Occupied!" 

He latched his lips to mine, continuing to move. I lost control of my orgasm, whining into his mouth, allowing him to swallow it up. 

He became desperate, grasping the back of my head and kissing me fiercely as he became greedy, finally emptying himself inside me with a low groan. 

Feeling utterly drained, I lifted myself off him, staring curiously. 

"How was that for you?" 

Hero licked his lips attractively.  

"Better than you know."

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