Then he shoved open the door. He muttered, 'Damn it,' as the interior light came on. Julie shielded her eyes against its sudden brightness. Then she crawled over the driver's seat and climbed out after Nick. He thrust forward the seat back. Julie ducked into the car. Nick scooted in beside her and pulled the door shut. As he locked it, Julie snuggled against him, rubbed his chest, kissed the side of his neck.
He cringed. 'Hey, that tickles.'
'Does it?' She nibbled his neck, making him squirm. 'I vahnt your blood,' she intoned in her best Bela Lugosi accent. Then she pulled him down across the seat. Kneeling above him, she probed his ribs, his belly. He giggled and writhed, tried to protect himself, and finally dug wiggling fingers into Julie's armpits. With a squeal, she forced his hands away. She pinned them to the cushion. Then she kissed him. She let go of his hands. They went around her back, caressing.
She was half off the seat, toes on the floor, knees pressed against the cushion's edge. 'I'm coming up,' she whispered. She swung a leg over Nick, pushed with the other, squirmed, and finally found herself on top of him. Her legs were wide apart to make space for his upraised knees. 'Am I mashing you?' she asked.
'No.'
For a long time, they kissed. Julie relaxed a little, savoring the closeness, the intimate joining of their mouths, the feel of him under her body, the touch of his hands. His hands roamed over her shoulders and back, rubbing her through the thin fabric of her blouse. He always stopped at the waistband of her skirt. Though her blouse had come untucked, he never felt beneath it.
Straddling him this way, Julie could barely move. She wanted to hold him, stroke him, not merely lie on him and kiss. 'Maybe if we sit up,' she finally said. She climbed off Nick.
He sat up straight. Facing him, Julie knelt over his lap and lowered herself. Nick leaned forward slightly. They embraced each other tightly. 'This is much better,' Julie whispered.
'Yeah.'
She rubbed his back. He rubbed hers. Heart beating faster, she eased her hands under his shirt. She slid them up his smooth skin. He hesitated for a while, then followed her lead. His hands went under the back of her blouse, and glided up her bare skin. They curved over her shoulders, moved down her sides in a way that made her shiver, then swept in again toward her spine.
Julie leaned away. Nick's hands dropped to her thighs. They rested there, motionless, while Julie raised his knit shirt. She rubbed his bare chest, thumbs pressing his nipples. He was squirming slightly under her, as if uncomfortable.
'Are you all right?' she asked.
He nodded.
'Do you know what I did in the john?'
'I have a pretty good idea.'
'What?'
'I think. you took something off.'
'Is that what you think?'
'Yeah.' Nick lifted one hand from her thigh. It was half shut in a loose fist. It moved slowly higher. Julie's heart felt like a sledgehammer as the curled fingers pressed against her blouse just below her left breast. He brushed the underside of her breast, followed the curve upward. She caught her breath as he found her rigid nipple. The hand opened, and held her. Then his other hand closed around her right breast. 'God, Julie,' he whispered.
She clung to his shoulders and arched her back. She quivered as he explored her through the blouse, sliding the fabric over her skin, cupping her, squeezing gently, fingertips tracing her nipples. Finally, he opened the buttons. He spread the front of her blouse. He stared.
'Take a picture,' Julie said. 'It lasts longer.'
Laughing softly, Nick pulled her forward. Her naked breasts pushed against his chest. He covered her face with kisses. His hands went under the back of her blouse, moved up and down as if hungry for the feel of her bare skin.
He went over sideways, holding her, guiding her down. Then she was on her back. One leg hung off the seat and the other was stretched out between Nick's legs. His thigh was a heavy pressure on her groin. She writhed against it, gasping. His chest was on one breast. His hand fondled the other, squeezed it, stroked its swollen nipple. Moaning, squirming with need, Julie thrust Nick's face away from her. She forced his head lower. He kissed her nipple. Licked it. He took it into his mouth. He sucked on it, and Julie whimpered. He tried to raise his head, as if worried, but she forced it down and held it there. He sucked hard. It hurt and it sent shocks of pleasure through her body.
Then it wasn't his thigh against her groin. It was his hand. Outside her skirt, but rubbing. 'No,' she gasped. 'Nick, no.' It didn't go away. She thrust herself against it. 'No. Stop.' She reached down for it, and clutched his wrist, intending to push his hand away. Instead, she pressed it to her.
His penis was rigid against her thigh. She shoved at his hip. He raised himself slightly and Julie touched him. He felt hard and hot through his pants. And very big. She wondered how it would feel inside her. The thought of that, the way it felt in her hand, the way Nick was massaging and sucking — all of it was too much. Crying out, she bucked and twisted. She clutched Nick. His penis throbbed against her hand and the agony of Julie's desire broke in a flood of release.
Then they lay beside each other, panting, kissing gently. 'I love you so much,' Nick whispered.
'I love you more.'
'No you don't.'
'Yes I do,' she said. 'And I want to stay here forever. I don't ever want to move.'
'We'll have to move, sooner or later.'
'What time is it?'
He checked his wristwatch. 'About ten till ten.'
'Already?' She sighed. She hugged him tightly. They kissed. They caressed each other. 'I feel so peaceful and nice,' she said.
'Me, too.' Nick yawned.
'Am I boring you?'
He laughed, his breath warm on her face.
Julie yawned, too. She snuggled against him. 'What if we fall asleep and don't wake up till midnight?'
'Or morning?'
'What time is it?'
'Ten-twenty.'
'Oh, no.'
'Oh, yes.'
'I don't want to leave.'
'We'd better. We don't want your dad to get worried.'
'Yeah, I know.'
They sat up. As Nick straightened his shirt, Julie looked out the windows. Except for patches of moonlight, the street was dark. She saw no one.
Nick turned away from her. The bright ceiling light came on when he opened the door. While he climbed out, Julie took off her blouse. She tossed it onto the front seat.
Nick leaned into the car and stared.
'Something wrong?'
'My God, Julie.'
She scooted across the seat, and climbed out. A warm breeze drifted against her.
'You nuts?' Nick asked.
'Yep.' She raised her arms, and Nick stepped into them. His hands ran up and down her back as he kissed her. Then she eased him away. 'We'd better go,' she said.
'You're so beautiful.'
'But nuts?'
'Yeah.'
With a grin, she turned away. She crawled across the driver's seat, and sat down. Nick climbed in. He left
