(something new. apologies if its rough.)
1.
My dad moved us around a lot when I was growing up, which totally sucked. I was always changing schools, and I never really had a chance to make friends. The worst part was, I got held back a year; I had to do the first grade twice. So when we finally landed in Tacoma, I found myself the only 18 year-old in the junior class.
Second period was the only class I liked, Creative Writing. First of all, it was something I was genuinely good at, and enjoyed doing. And secondly, there was Ms. Taken.
1.
My dad moved us around a lot when I was growing up, which totally sucked. I was always changing schools, and I never really had a chance to make friends. The worst part was, I got held back a year; I had to do the first grade twice. So when we finally landed in Tacoma, I found myself the only 18 year-old in the junior class.
Second period was the only class I liked, Creative Writing. First of all, it was something I was genuinely good at, and enjoyed doing. And secondly, there was Ms. Taken.
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Aside from being a really good writing teacher: supportive, funny and fiercely intelligent, Ms. Taken was hot. She gave me a reason to drag my ass into school in the mornings. She was short, with copper-red hair and glasses, and she was plump in a delightfully sexy way. Her boobs and wiggly ass often threatened to burst out of the tight sweaters and skirts or slacks that she wore. Often times in class, half-asleep after working all night, I would slip into a daydream about Ms. Taken, mentally undressing her; only to realize that I had developed an embarrassing erection that was making a tent in the front of my pants.
She was probably only 8 or 10 years older than me, but that is like half a lifetime when you are 18. I never seriously thought that anything would ever happen between us; the last thing I wanted was to get her fired. But more and more, when I furtively masturbated, it was Ms. Taken who I held in my minds' eye as I silently stroked my cock. I had a crush on her, no doubt. And every now and then, I wondered if the crush might be mutual.
It was something about her body language, something about the way we sometimes made eye contact in class. Those moments always made me blush furiously. What was she thinking when she looked at me like that?
I worked four nights a week at the Quick-E-Mart. I was trying desperately to save up enough money to move out of the house and get my own apartment. Desperately early one Saturday morning in early November, I got out of work into a cold, soaking drizzle. I was looking at a three-mile walk in the rain, a stack of homework, a bunch of chores, and possibly some clandestine masturbation. And I hadn't brought an umbrella or a rain jacket.
Trudging along the side of the road, wet grass soaking my jeans, I didn't notice the car pull up alongside me until I heard my name called. It was Ms. Taken, in a beat-up grey Corolla that was probably older than me. She had rolled the window down, and was peering out at me. "What in the world are you doing out walking on such a wet morning?"
"Walking home from work." I didn't feel much like elaborating. I was a little embarrassed to be seen out; I hated being poor and I hated living in that crappy little house with my crazy dad.
"Well then do you think I could offer you a ride home?" My heart leapt; partly at the prospect of being warm and dry and not having to walk another two and a half miles; partly at the idea of being alone in a car next to the curvaceous Ms. Taken.
"Sure, that would be awesome." I tried not to grin too obviously. "Thanks so much for picking me up, Ms. T"
"Call me Jenn" she said, "Since we aren't in school."
We drove most of the way there in silence; I felt tongue-tied and young and awkward; she seemed a little tense. The closer we got to my place, the more nervous I felt. I hoped my dad wasn't up yet. Finally we were home: a run-down looking little house on a crappy suburban block. She pulled into the driveway behind my dad's old pickup.
"Thanks for the ride, Ms. Jenn"
There was a long, awkward pause. I should have been getting out of the car, but I didn't want to leave, and she didn't seem to want me to go. I held my breath. Somehow her hand found mine. Fingers intertwined. One hand squeezed the other. I leaned across the gearshift, meeting her halfway. Our lips met, and then we were kissing. It started very tentatively with soft, almost prudish pecks; it accelerated rapidly to full on tongue-wrestling. I'd never really kissed before, not with a girl. I liked it, a lot! She playfully bit my lip and I shivered. I felt her hand on my damp, denim-covered thigh. I had a rush of dizziness as the blood rushed from my brain to other, lower extremities.
I sneaked a look down at my lap. I was wearing black jeans, with nothing on underneath just like usual, and my cock was plainly visible through the wet fabric. It was making an embarrassingly big lump in my crotch; looking closely, I could actually see the ridge of my own cockhead outlined in black denim.
Ms. T didn't seem to mind. Her eyes were shut, and her kisses were driving me crazy. Her large boobs were just about spilling out of her black camisole. The breast flesh was tender and pale. Another fraction of an inch, and I was pretty sure I would see nipple. Her nose brushed up against mine, and her eyes flicked open. Our eyes met, she saw me looking and grinned, kissing me even more aggressively, mashing my mouth with hers, squeezing my hand with her left hand while her right hand stroked my thigh, closer and closer to my engorged cock, straining against the wet fabric of my pants.
I thought I heard something outside, and started. She seemed to come to her senses a little too, and pulled back. We had thoroughly steamed up the car windows, as well as her glasses which were sitting askew on her face. I had to go. The last thing I wanted was for my dad to catch me. She kissed me one more time, a sweet, lingering kiss on the lips, and then got out of the car and headed up the steps to the front door. I heard her car start up again and back out of the driveway as I unlocked the door. I went directly to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stripped out of my wet clothes. My cock was standing straight up, rigid as a log. The head was purple, and oozing clear fluid. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Maybe it was all a lack-of-sleep induced hallucination. I didn't care if it was. I couldn't hold back. I wrapped my fist around my meat and almost instantly brought myself to a shattering orgasm, squirting sticky white come all over the bathtub. When it was all done, I was still hard, and enjoyed a longer, more leisurely jerk-off under the hot water of the shower, picturing Ms. Taken in my mind's eye as I guiltily fucked my hand to another intense come.
Later, my dad asked about the strange car in the driveway. I told him that I had gotten a ride home from work. He grunted and asked if I had done my bible study yet. I lied and said that I had.
2.
Monday sucked. I was blurry with lack of sleep - the manager at the Quick-E-Mart had called at the last minute and asked me to come in. I barely made it through first period. I didn't know how I was going to make it through the day. Then I walked into Ms.Takens' second period class. Our eyes met from all the way across the room when I walked in the door, and I'm not sure which one of us blushed redder. I took my seat in the back as the classroom filled up, suddenly wide awake.
Ms. T was wearing a blue denim skirt, and I kept wondering what she was wearing underneath that skirt. All that wondering very quickly gave me an erection, which made concentrating on class very difficult indeed.
Finally, the bell rang, and the other kids filed out. I closed my notebook, gathered up my papers, and headed out toward the door. Just before I stepped out into the hall, Ms. Taken cleared her throat nervously, and asked if she could speak to me for a moment.
I walked over to her desk, self-consciously aware of the lump in my pants. Her proximity, her smell and her eyes were driving me crazy. More than anything I wanted to kiss those lips again. But of course I couldn't.
I spoke before she could say anything.
"Ms. T, I'm really sorry about Saturday."
"Oh God, please, don't be sorry. Please don't ever be sorry for that. That was amazing! It's just that we can't"
"I know."
"It wouldn't be appropriate. We can't"
"I know."
"You're beautiful," she whispered, and I felt myself glow, "You're a beautiful man. You should know that."
All that week, class was awkward. There were furtive glances, which resulted in eye contact, which resulted in blushing and erections. I barely spoke to her at all in class, and whenever I did, it sounded stilted and artificial.
Seven a.m. on Saturday. I walked out of the Quick-E-Mart into the cold, brisk air of a sunny November morning. I wasn't really thinking about much, just hustling home where a bundle of chores and a ton of homework were waiting for me. I almost didn't see her car until I noticed her waving at me through the window. When she saw that I had seen her, her face lit up with the biggest smile. Three seconds later I was in her car.
"Hey Ms. T! It's great to see you!" All the intelligent things I had thought of to say during the week flew from my head. "I kept thinking about you all last night at work."
"It's Jenn." she said firmly, "Call me Jenn. And don't you get tired working overnights?"
"Yeah" I said "It's really rough. Sometimes I just feel like a zombie. I really need to get my own apartment."
"You're eighteen, right?" she asked.
"Yeah, my dad was in the military, and we moved around a ton when I was little. I got held back from the first grade. That sucked."
"I couldn't imagine living with my parents again" she said, "When I was a teen I couldn't wait to move out and live on my own."
"Yeah, living at home really bites." I sucked air in through my teeth in a low whistle. We had arrived at my house. Ms. T. parked across the street.
There was a long, silent moment, both of us hesitant. Our eyes met. I leaned in to meet her as she leaned over to kiss me. Our lips pressed together with an electric surge, then opened as our tongues teased and explored. I squirmed in the passenger seat. She was an amazing kisser. She took her hand in mine, and guided it to her large, soft breast. I could feel her nipple, erect through her shirt and bra. Her hand landed on my jean-clad thigh, stroking, petting, moving incessantly upward. I thought I might explode in my pants. I kept glancing across the street, looking for movement in the windows. I knew what my dad would do if he ever caught me like this. I was torn between lust and fear.
She sensed my hesitation and pulled back. "What's the matter?"
"My dad's home." I said "we shouldn't really be doing this here" I trailed off lamely.
"Yeah" she said, "I understand."
"He's not usually up this early, but"
God I wanted her.
"Thanks again for the ride."
And then she was gone, and I was all alone standing on the sidewalk with an aching hard-on, alternately cursing myself for not stopping it before it had gone further, and cursing myself for letting it stop at all.
Worst of all, I didn't even get a chance to masturbate. My dad was up, and as soon as I walked in the door he was all over me about chores and grooming and homework. There was a bible meeting he intended to drag me to in the afternoon, and I didn't get five minutes to be by myself all day. It was a long and frustrating weekend.
It stormed all day on Monday. I wouldn't have asked her, except for the rain. It had been raining hard all day, rattling the windows and making the lights flicker, and it showed no sign of letting up. I didn't ride the bus, the house was only a mile from the school, but I really didn't feel like walking that mile in a rainstorm. I dropped by Ms. Taken's classroom to see if she was still there.
"Hi." She looked up from her desk and smiled. "What's going on David?"
"Oh" I said "I was just wondering if you could possibly give me a ride home. I wouldn't normally ask, but" I gestured over to the window, where sheets of rain were beating against the glass.
"No problem," she said, shuffling papers, "Sure, I'll just be another minute."
She seemed nervous once we were in her car. I know I was. We were both nearly silent. It felt like we were on the edge of something. It was scary, but exciting. I didn't know what was going to happen.
When we got to my block, my dad's pickup truck was parked in the driveway, and the lights were on in the house. My dad worked construction during the day, and usually didn't get home until after me. I guessed he had been sent home early because of the weather. We rolled past my driveway and kept on going.
She parked us under a big maple tree on the next block. The tree provided a little shelter from the rain. The limbs danced above the car, and every now and then the car shook from an exceptionally strong gust.
"Is this ok?" she asked. As if she had to ask!
And then we were kissing! I'd missed her lips so badly. I was in heaven, kissing her back, letting my tongue meet hers, clutching her hand with my own. She was more aggressive than before, leaning over into the passenger seat so that her breasts rubbed against my shoulder. She left my mouth and nibbled on my ear, then kissed her way down my neck. Her breath felt hot on my skin. I felt her free hand slip up inside my t-shirt, and then she was playing with my nipples. I'd never thought of them as being particularly sensitive, but as she stroked and tickled them, they grew hard, and I found myself squirming for her touch. I found myself moaning out loud. Then she pinched one, hard. I yelped.
"Mmm," she cooed, "Nice."
My hand found her sweater-covered breast. She grinned, and guided my hand up inside her sweater, under the cup of her bra. I'd never touched a real, actual breast before. It was amazingly soft and smooth under my palm. It felt incredibly sexy. I rubbed her stiff nipple with my hand, and she licked her lips wickedly.
She was fumbling with the fly of my jeans. My dick was about to bust the zipper, and she was having trouble getting the button undone with just her left hand. We had been holding hands ever since she parked the car. She let go of my hand, and deftly unbuttoned my pants. My dick flopped right out, thick and hard and drooling. I hoped she didn't mind that there wasn't any hair.
"Scoot your seat all the way back." She was tugging my pants down around my ankles. The windows were completely steamed up. I could hear big fat drops of rain spattering down on the roof of the car.
She lowered her head onto my lap and started kissing my penis all over. Her lips felt amazing on me. I was already leaking copious amounts of clear sticky precome. I was afraid I might shoot off at any second, and I didn't want to offend her by squirting onto her face or into her mouth or something. I moaned. She let the shaft go for the time being and went to work on my balls. Nudging my thighs apart, she kissed the tender flesh up behind the ball sac. I was feeling sensations I had never felt before. I couldn't believe this was happening. I rolled over onto my side, raising my shoe-pant-and-sock entangled feet up onto the dashboard, to give her better access. I was moaning out loud as she spread my ass cheeks apart, blowing cool air on my suddenly super-sensitive anus. Her hand reached around my torso, wrapping her fingers around my cock. I was red hot. She moved her hand in the tiniest little up and down motion, gripping my penis firmly. Her hand was so soft and strong. I felt her tongue on my asshole. She circled around my opening, licking up and down, back and forth, teasing my needy little hole before zeroing in on my anus. I felt the tip of her tongue drag ever so lightly across my opening. I wanted her inside me, I wanted her to stick her tongue up my ass.
As soon as her tongue made contact with my asshole, my whole body went stiff. She jerked my cock wildly. I came with a long, throaty, drawn-out moan. I squirted what seemed like a pint of come all over my belly. Fortunately my t-shirt had ridden up during the action, so most of the sticky white come ended up on my stomach. Ravenously, she licked up the pearly puddle that extended from the end of my now softening (and extremely sensitive) penis all the way past my belly button.
"Was that all right?" she asked.
"Oh My God" was all I could manage to croak.
"I'm kind of a pervert" she said, looking down, avoiding my eyes.
"That was amazing." I said "I've never I'm sorry II got off so quickly."
"That's OK" she smiled sweetly, "But I think I need some attention now."
She briskly hiked up her skirt, raising her ass and pulling her black panties off over her shoes, cursing the steering wheel. I caught a glimpse of a dark triangle of hair, and then she was guiding my hand between her thighs. It was hot and wet and incredible slippery. I was a little hesitant at first. I was actually afraid of hurting her. She let me slide my fingers up inside her, and groaned and writhed as I finger-fucked her hungry pussy. I played with her short red hair as she humped my fingers. I added another digit, and her pussy gripped me urgently. She took my hand and showed me how to play with the pea-sized nubbin of her clit. I had heard how sensitive clits were, but the sounds she made when my come-slick thumb started stroking her hard little clitoris took me by surprise. I stopped for a second.
"Don't - You - Dare - Stop!"
I quickly resumed.
She came hard, thrashing around in the driver's seat, contracting and spasming on my fingers, calling my name again and again. It was beautiful to watch.
My dick was already hard again, but the headlights of a passing car reminded us where we were, and my dad would soon be wondering where I was. Regretfully, we pulled our clothes back on. She tried to help me get my jeans back up and buttoned in the cramped confines of her car, and we both got the giggles.
"I don't know when the last time I did that in a car was," she confided, "It's been a long time!"
She gave me a last quick kiss before I headed out into the rain. She drove away, and I trudged up the driveway to our front door. My dad was standing at the window, scowling through his beard out into the rain.
Aside from being a really good writing teacher: supportive, funny and fiercely intelligent, Ms. Taken was hot. She gave me a reason to drag my ass into school in the mornings. She was short, with copper-red hair and glasses, and she was plump in a delightfully sexy way. Her boobs and wiggly ass often threatened to burst out of the tight sweaters and skirts or slacks that she wore. Often times in class, half-asleep after working all night, I would slip into a daydream about Ms. Taken, mentally undressing her; only to realize that I had developed an embarrassing erection that was making a tent in the front of my pants.
She was probably only 8 or 10 years older than me, but that is like half a lifetime when you are 18. I never seriously thought that anything would ever happen between us; the last thing I wanted was to get her fired. But more and more, when I furtively masturbated, it was Ms. Taken who I held in my minds' eye as I silently stroked my cock. I had a crush on her, no doubt. And every now and then, I wondered if the crush might be mutual.
It was something about her body language, something about the way we sometimes made eye contact in class. Those moments always made me blush furiously. What was she thinking when she looked at me like that?
I worked four nights a week at the Quick-E-Mart. I was trying desperately to save up enough money to move out of the house and get my own apartment. Desperately early one Saturday morning in early November, I got out of work into a cold, soaking drizzle. I was looking at a three-mile walk in the rain, a stack of homework, a bunch of chores, and possibly some clandestine masturbation. And I hadn't brought an umbrella or a rain jacket.
Trudging along the side of the road, wet grass soaking my jeans, I didn't notice the car pull up alongside me until I heard my name called. It was Ms. Taken, in a beat-up grey Corolla that was probably older than me. She had rolled the window down, and was peering out at me. "What in the world are you doing out walking on such a wet morning?"
"Walking home from work." I didn't feel much like elaborating. I was a little embarrassed to be seen out; I hated being poor and I hated living in that crappy little house with my crazy dad.
"Well then do you think I could offer you a ride home?" My heart leapt; partly at the prospect of being warm and dry and not having to walk another two and a half miles; partly at the idea of being alone in a car next to the curvaceous Ms. Taken.
"Sure, that would be awesome." I tried not to grin too obviously. "Thanks so much for picking me up, Ms. T"
"Call me Jenn" she said, "Since we aren't in school."
We drove most of the way there in silence; I felt tongue-tied and young and awkward; she seemed a little tense. The closer we got to my place, the more nervous I felt. I hoped my dad wasn't up yet. Finally we were home: a run-down looking little house on a crappy suburban block. She pulled into the driveway behind my dad's old pickup.
"Thanks for the ride, Ms. Jenn"
There was a long, awkward pause. I should have been getting out of the car, but I didn't want to leave, and she didn't seem to want me to go. I held my breath. Somehow her hand found mine. Fingers intertwined. One hand squeezed the other. I leaned across the gearshift, meeting her halfway. Our lips met, and then we were kissing. It started very tentatively with soft, almost prudish pecks; it accelerated rapidly to full on tongue-wrestling. I'd never really kissed before, not with a girl. I liked it, a lot! She playfully bit my lip and I shivered. I felt her hand on my damp, denim-covered thigh. I had a rush of dizziness as the blood rushed from my brain to other, lower extremities.
I sneaked a look down at my lap. I was wearing black jeans, with nothing on underneath just like usual, and my cock was plainly visible through the wet fabric. It was making an embarrassingly big lump in my crotch; looking closely, I could actually see the ridge of my own cockhead outlined in black denim.
Ms. T didn't seem to mind. Her eyes were shut, and her kisses were driving me crazy. Her large boobs were just about spilling out of her black camisole. The breast flesh was tender and pale. Another fraction of an inch, and I was pretty sure I would see nipple. Her nose brushed up against mine, and her eyes flicked open. Our eyes met, she saw me looking and grinned, kissing me even more aggressively, mashing my mouth with hers, squeezing my hand with her left hand while her right hand stroked my thigh, closer and closer to my engorged cock, straining against the wet fabric of my pants.
I thought I heard something outside, and started. She seemed to come to her senses a little too, and pulled back. We had thoroughly steamed up the car windows, as well as her glasses which were sitting askew on her face. I had to go. The last thing I wanted was for my dad to catch me. She kissed me one more time, a sweet, lingering kiss on the lips, and then got out of the car and headed up the steps to the front door. I heard her car start up again and back out of the driveway as I unlocked the door. I went directly to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stripped out of my wet clothes. My cock was standing straight up, rigid as a log. The head was purple, and oozing clear fluid. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Maybe it was all a lack-of-sleep induced hallucination. I didn't care if it was. I couldn't hold back. I wrapped my fist around my meat and almost instantly brought myself to a shattering orgasm, squirting sticky white come all over the bathtub. When it was all done, I was still hard, and enjoyed a longer, more leisurely jerk-off under the hot water of the shower, picturing Ms. Taken in my mind's eye as I guiltily fucked my hand to another intense come.
Later, my dad asked about the strange car in the driveway. I told him that I had gotten a ride home from work. He grunted and asked if I had done my bible study yet. I lied and said that I had.
2.
Monday sucked. I was blurry with lack of sleep - the manager at the Quick-E-Mart had called at the last minute and asked me to come in. I barely made it through first period. I didn't know how I was going to make it through the day. Then I walked into Ms.Takens' second period class. Our eyes met from all the way across the room when I walked in the door, and I'm not sure which one of us blushed redder. I took my seat in the back as the classroom filled up, suddenly wide awake.
Ms. T was wearing a blue denim skirt, and I kept wondering what she was wearing underneath that skirt. All that wondering very quickly gave me an erection, which made concentrating on class very difficult indeed.
Finally, the bell rang, and the other kids filed out. I closed my notebook, gathered up my papers, and headed out toward the door. Just before I stepped out into the hall, Ms. Taken cleared her throat nervously, and asked if she could speak to me for a moment.
I walked over to her desk, self-consciously aware of the lump in my pants. Her proximity, her smell and her eyes were driving me crazy. More than anything I wanted to kiss those lips again. But of course I couldn't.
I spoke before she could say anything.
"Ms. T, I'm really sorry about Saturday."
"Oh God, please, don't be sorry. Please don't ever be sorry for that. That was amazing! It's just that we can't"
"I know."
"It wouldn't be appropriate. We can't"
"I know."
"You're beautiful," she whispered, and I felt myself glow, "You're a beautiful man. You should know that."
All that week, class was awkward. There were furtive glances, which resulted in eye contact, which resulted in blushing and erections. I barely spoke to her at all in class, and whenever I did, it sounded stilted and artificial.
Seven a.m. on Saturday. I walked out of the Quick-E-Mart into the cold, brisk air of a sunny November morning. I wasn't really thinking about much, just hustling home where a bundle of chores and a ton of homework were waiting for me. I almost didn't see her car until I noticed her waving at me through the window. When she saw that I had seen her, her face lit up with the biggest smile. Three seconds later I was in her car.
"Hey Ms. T! It's great to see you!" All the intelligent things I had thought of to say during the week flew from my head. "I kept thinking about you all last night at work."
"It's Jenn." she said firmly, "Call me Jenn. And don't you get tired working overnights?"
"Yeah" I said "It's really rough. Sometimes I just feel like a zombie. I really need to get my own apartment."
"You're eighteen, right?" she asked.
"Yeah, my dad was in the military, and we moved around a ton when I was little. I got held back from the first grade. That sucked."
"I couldn't imagine living with my parents again" she said, "When I was a teen I couldn't wait to move out and live on my own."
"Yeah, living at home really bites." I sucked air in through my teeth in a low whistle. We had arrived at my house. Ms. T. parked across the street.
There was a long, silent moment, both of us hesitant. Our eyes met. I leaned in to meet her as she leaned over to kiss me. Our lips pressed together with an electric surge, then opened as our tongues teased and explored. I squirmed in the passenger seat. She was an amazing kisser. She took her hand in mine, and guided it to her large, soft breast. I could feel her nipple, erect through her shirt and bra. Her hand landed on my jean-clad thigh, stroking, petting, moving incessantly upward. I thought I might explode in my pants. I kept glancing across the street, looking for movement in the windows. I knew what my dad would do if he ever caught me like this. I was torn between lust and fear.
She sensed my hesitation and pulled back. "What's the matter?"
"My dad's home." I said "we shouldn't really be doing this here" I trailed off lamely.
"Yeah" she said, "I understand."
"He's not usually up this early, but"
God I wanted her.
"Thanks again for the ride."
And then she was gone, and I was all alone standing on the sidewalk with an aching hard-on, alternately cursing myself for not stopping it before it had gone further, and cursing myself for letting it stop at all.
Worst of all, I didn't even get a chance to masturbate. My dad was up, and as soon as I walked in the door he was all over me about chores and grooming and homework. There was a bible meeting he intended to drag me to in the afternoon, and I didn't get five minutes to be by myself all day. It was a long and frustrating weekend.
It stormed all day on Monday. I wouldn't have asked her, except for the rain. It had been raining hard all day, rattling the windows and making the lights flicker, and it showed no sign of letting up. I didn't ride the bus, the house was only a mile from the school, but I really didn't feel like walking that mile in a rainstorm. I dropped by Ms. Taken's classroom to see if she was still there.
"Hi." She looked up from her desk and smiled. "What's going on David?"
"Oh" I said "I was just wondering if you could possibly give me a ride home. I wouldn't normally ask, but" I gestured over to the window, where sheets of rain were beating against the glass.
"No problem," she said, shuffling papers, "Sure, I'll just be another minute."
She seemed nervous once we were in her car. I know I was. We were both nearly silent. It felt like we were on the edge of something. It was scary, but exciting. I didn't know what was going to happen.
When we got to my block, my dad's pickup truck was parked in the driveway, and the lights were on in the house. My dad worked construction during the day, and usually didn't get home until after me. I guessed he had been sent home early because of the weather. We rolled past my driveway and kept on going.
She parked us under a big maple tree on the next block. The tree provided a little shelter from the rain. The limbs danced above the car, and every now and then the car shook from an exceptionally strong gust.
"Is this ok?" she asked. As if she had to ask!
And then we were kissing! I'd missed her lips so badly. I was in heaven, kissing her back, letting my tongue meet hers, clutching her hand with my own. She was more aggressive than before, leaning over into the passenger seat so that her breasts rubbed against my shoulder. She left my mouth and nibbled on my ear, then kissed her way down my neck. Her breath felt hot on my skin. I felt her free hand slip up inside my t-shirt, and then she was playing with my nipples. I'd never thought of them as being particularly sensitive, but as she stroked and tickled them, they grew hard, and I found myself squirming for her touch. I found myself moaning out loud. Then she pinched one, hard. I yelped.
"Mmm," she cooed, "Nice."
My hand found her sweater-covered breast. She grinned, and guided my hand up inside her sweater, under the cup of her bra. I'd never touched a real, actual breast before. It was amazingly soft and smooth under my palm. It felt incredibly sexy. I rubbed her stiff nipple with my hand, and she licked her lips wickedly.
She was fumbling with the fly of my jeans. My dick was about to bust the zipper, and she was having trouble getting the button undone with just her left hand. We had been holding hands ever since she parked the car. She let go of my hand, and deftly unbuttoned my pants. My dick flopped right out, thick and hard and drooling. I hoped she didn't mind that there wasn't any hair.
"Scoot your seat all the way back." She was tugging my pants down around my ankles. The windows were completely steamed up. I could hear big fat drops of rain spattering down on the roof of the car.
She lowered her head onto my lap and started kissing my penis all over. Her lips felt amazing on me. I was already leaking copious amounts of clear sticky precome. I was afraid I might shoot off at any second, and I didn't want to offend her by squirting onto her face or into her mouth or something. I moaned. She let the shaft go for the time being and went to work on my balls. Nudging my thighs apart, she kissed the tender flesh up behind the ball sac. I was feeling sensations I had never felt before. I couldn't believe this was happening. I rolled over onto my side, raising my shoe-pant-and-sock entangled feet up onto the dashboard, to give her better access. I was moaning out loud as she spread my ass cheeks apart, blowing cool air on my suddenly super-sensitive anus. Her hand reached around my torso, wrapping her fingers around my cock. I was red hot. She moved her hand in the tiniest little up and down motion, gripping my penis firmly. Her hand was so soft and strong. I felt her tongue on my asshole. She circled around my opening, licking up and down, back and forth, teasing my needy little hole before zeroing in on my anus. I felt the tip of her tongue drag ever so lightly across my opening. I wanted her inside me, I wanted her to stick her tongue up my ass.
As soon as her tongue made contact with my asshole, my whole body went stiff. She jerked my cock wildly. I came with a long, throaty, drawn-out moan. I squirted what seemed like a pint of come all over my belly. Fortunately my t-shirt had ridden up during the action, so most of the sticky white come ended up on my stomach. Ravenously, she licked up the pearly puddle that extended from the end of my now softening (and extremely sensitive) penis all the way past my belly button.
"Was that all right?" she asked.
"Oh My God" was all I could manage to croak.
"I'm kind of a pervert" she said, looking down, avoiding my eyes.
"That was amazing." I said "I've never I'm sorry II got off so quickly."
"That's OK" she smiled sweetly, "But I think I need some attention now."
She briskly hiked up her skirt, raising her ass and pulling her black panties off over her shoes, cursing the steering wheel. I caught a glimpse of a dark triangle of hair, and then she was guiding my hand between her thighs. It was hot and wet and incredible slippery. I was a little hesitant at first. I was actually afraid of hurting her. She let me slide my fingers up inside her, and groaned and writhed as I finger-fucked her hungry pussy. I played with her short red hair as she humped my fingers. I added another digit, and her pussy gripped me urgently. She took my hand and showed me how to play with the pea-sized nubbin of her clit. I had heard how sensitive clits were, but the sounds she made when my come-slick thumb started stroking her hard little clitoris took me by surprise. I stopped for a second.
"Don't - You - Dare - Stop!"
I quickly resumed.
She came hard, thrashing around in the driver's seat, contracting and spasming on my fingers, calling my name again and again. It was beautiful to watch.
My dick was already hard again, but the headlights of a passing car reminded us where we were, and my dad would soon be wondering where I was. Regretfully, we pulled our clothes back on. She tried to help me get my jeans back up and buttoned in the cramped confines of her car, and we both got the giggles.
"I don't know when the last time I did that in a car was," she confided, "It's been a long time!"
She gave me a last quick kiss before I headed out into the rain. She drove away, and I trudged up the driveway to our front door. My dad was standing at the window, scowling through his beard out into the rain.
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