After school, once most everyone else was gone, I got my turn at checking out Desireeâ€™s new car. Â It was pretty nice, especially coming from a family that always got well-used vehicles. Â There was always something already broken and usually a stain of unknown origins that wouldnâ€™t come up. Â But her car was pretty sweet. Â I sat in the driverâ€™s seat and went through the gears. Â Iâ€™d driven my dadâ€™s old Ford truck a few times but this felt like a much better fit.
She leaned in through the window, â€œSo, Mister, you want a good time? Â Lemme take you for a ride…â€
I laughed and agreed that I definitely wanted a good time. Â I got out and went over to the passenger side. Â She started it up and then leaned over to kiss me. Â I returned the kiss but then broke off, looking around for witnesses.
â€œOh, baby, donâ€™t worry, thereâ€™s no one paying attention to us. Â But, if youâ€™d like, we can go somewhere more private.â€
I glanced at the clock in her dashboard, then back at her with a grin â€œYeah, Iâ€™ve got some time. Â Take me away, baby.â€ Â I figured I needed to be home before my Dad, which meant by 5:00. Â Iâ€™d have to explain myself to my Mom, but that wasnâ€™t hard. Â That gave us a couple of hours to mess around.
And that was the first afternoon of many as we sought out places where we could get some alone time in her car. Â Along the way, we also discovered many places where it was impossible to get privacy. Â We spent the first hour that day driving around and around in ever widening circles, pulling into seemingly empty parking lots, abandoned lots and even a few side streets. Â Since it was still light, it didnâ€™t appear that anything in town was going to work.
Weâ€™d just be getting into a nice long slow kiss and someone would drive by, or weâ€™d think that the person driving through the parking lot several rows away had seen us and weâ€™d freak out and drive somewhere else. Â All and all it was sexy and stressful and ultimately hilarious.
It was finally time for me to get home. Â She pulled up to my house and reached over to squeeze my thigh, then she squeezed me between the legs. Â I gasped and moaned. Â I was so worked up over all of our fooling around, I was sure Iâ€™d burst if she kept at it. Â Then she pulled her hand away and patted my thigh.
â€œSee you tomorrow, Buddy… think about me later, when you got to bed, ok?â€
Well, there was no question about that. Â I walked into my house, mumbled something to my mom and flopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Â I had about a half hour before my Dad got home and about 15 minutes before I had to help in the kitchen. Â I reached down and squeezed myself right where Desireeâ€™s hand had been moments before. Â I thought about her lips, her tongue, the way her fingers played with the hairs on the back of my neck when we kissed. Â I thought about the way her body felt when she pressed me back on her bed and pushed her thigh between mine. Â I rubbed hard and fast and came quickly, gasping and panting for breath. Â Then I laid back and tried to compose myself before going out to help my mom get dinner on the table.
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