By the time he pulled into “the spot” I was gushing. My lady was throbbing in anticipation, I knew I was in for a treat. I got out of the passenger and climbed into the back. He turned off the car as I lay on my back. I was prepped enough, I just wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his weight on top of me. 

He pulled the neckline of my flimsy dress down and sucked on my right nipple, while holding onto the left one for dear life. I let out little moans into his ear and he sucked harder. He lifted his head and put two fingers inside me. “Wow, you’re so fucking wet,” he exclaimed. I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment so I stayed quiet. 

He fished around the center console for a condom, “At least he was being safe,” I thought to myself. He put it on then lifted my hips onto his thighs. I felt his slow rod sneak into me as he started to pulse. It was electrifying. 

He flipped me over onto my knees and smacked my ass, then kissed it. I was taken aback by the pleasure as he continued pumping into me for a few more thrusts. I guess he started to feel uncomfortable, because after a while he opened the side door and asked me to get up and sit on it. I was happy to oblige. This wasn’t the first guy I rode, but I was in a rush to get home before my cousin got up. I figured a quick ride would help us both finish and he could drop me off.  

He sat in the backseat with his legs out of the car, and I sat on him. I began to move, bouncing softly on his lap, pausing then grinding softly. It was only a few seconds before he asked me to stop because he was about to cum. I was shocked, I thought that was the whole point. 

He kissed me on the shoulder and whispered,”I don’t want to do this here.”

“Where do you want to do this then?”

“My place,” he smirked.

“You know you’re going to have to take me home right,” I retorted 

“Of course, I’ll get you home before the sun comes up.”

At this point I was beginning to lose interest, I was so close and now I had to start all over again. That definitely irritated me, but in the great words of Samantha Jones “When I RSVP to sex, I make it my mission to cum” or whatever she said. 

We began the journey back to his place. It kind of annoyed me because if his place was an option this whole time, why didn’t we start there.

Was he questioning if I was worthy enough for his basement apartment?

Did he need to test the merch first?

Or was he being considerate of my kinks and time?

I don’t remember when we got on the highway but the arrogant fool decided it would be the perfect time to go 20 over the speed limit while smoking. I was absolutely terrified, I couldn’t be caught in this man’s car at one, two, THREE… in the fucking morning. How would I begin to explain that to my mother’s sister? Also I needed to be home before the child woke up. 

I sat in the passenger seat quietly, questioning every choice I had made that led me to this boy’s car.  

We finally got to his place, and finished. It was mediocre at best, he ruined what could have been the best orgasm I ever had for what? 

I know he had a good time, because he was ready to go again. But I had to leave. 

As I slammed his car door and walked away without looking back, I knew I would never see him again.