“I was also much younger. Hey what are you doing later? I’m leaving early. Do you want to go have a couple of drinks?”
Kate paused for a moment. She should have seen it coming. Why did she think she could just call and ask a question without being asked out? Then again, the night was still young, and she wouldn’t mind having a drink or two. “Okay. Give me an hour or so to get ready. You’ll pick me up right?”
“Sounds good. I have to go. We’ve had a lot of grabby customers today. It looks like I’m going to have to start kicking some people out.”
Kate gave John her address and quickly jumped in the shower. “I’m not going to have sex. I’m not going to have sex,” she repeated, trying to hypnotize herself into believing she wouldn’t have sex. But the more she repeated the word sex, the more she thought about it. And the more she thought about it, the hornier she got.
Maybe if she used crude language.
“I’m not going to let him fuck me. I’m not going to let him fuck me,” but soon her hands were caressing her breasts and her soapy fingers worked on her vagina and she knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself if he even hinted that he wanted to have sex.
“I’m not going to let him fuck me in the ass,” she said, but even that was questionable.
The doorbell rang an hour and a half later. The two exchanged pleasantries and a hug. Kate decided to wear a pair of jeans that hugged her ass nicely and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It was cute, but a clear step down from the dress she wore last week and she wondered how John might respond to it.
He answered by giving her a firm pat on the butt as she stepped out the door. Kate knew they were going to fuck later on.
John drove a blue Trans Am that looked like it belonged in a car show, save for the worn out interior that clearly hadn’t been replaced since it was a new car. A pair of fuzzy dice hung from the rear view mirror and Kate batted it with her hand as they pulled out of the drive way. “I haven’t seen these things in years,” she said as the dice swung slowly back and forth.
“You like those? I found them at a yard sale. This was actually my first car when I was a teenager. I sold it before I went to college, but then last year I saw an ad for it in the newspaper. I just had a feeling it was the same car so I went to look at it and I was right. The guy sold it to me for five hundred dollars and I spent another three grand fixing the engine and body, but I’m glad to have it. I had a lot of great times in this car,” John said.
“How do you know it’s the same one?” Kate asked.
John leaned over and opened the glove box. On the inside of the door, the initials JM + PS were engraved into the plastic. “Who is PS?” Kate asked.
“Penny Sawyer. My old girlfriend. She made me a man in this car,” John said with a smile.
“That’s cute,” Kate said and started to shut the glove compartment door before a sloshing sound stopped her. She reached into a glove box and found a bottle of vodka waiting for her in the dark. She held it up in the dim light of the car cabin.
“I was wondering what I did with that,” John said.
“Do you always have liquor ready?”
“No. I was going to a party and I forgot to bring it in with me. I’ve been looking for that.”
Kate laughed as she examined the label. The plastic cap snapped as she twisted it open. It smelled acidic and cheap. “Whoa! This stuff is potent,” Kate said as she replaced the lid.
“That’s what we used to drink in high school. It’s awful, but I was feeling nostalgic.”
“Well how would you like to get lucky with girl number two in this car?” Kate said while running her hand up and down John’s leg.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Let’s go to the park, drink this vodka, and make out like in high school.”
The tires of the Trans Am squealed as John stopped the car and made a U turn toward the other direction. It was a short drive to the park, and before long, they were listening to the radio and passing the bottle back and forth as they sat parked in a dark field that they used to go to when they were teenagers.
“Oh god,” Kate moaned as John kissed at her neck and made his way down her chest. They were both shirtless and struggled to find a comfortable position in the small cabin of the car.
“I have to be honest,” John said after Kate removed her bra and tossed it to the floorboard, “You’ll actually be girl number three in this car.”
“Oh yeah. Tell me about them,” Kate said.
They had managed to squirm their way into the back seat which was still small, but at least Kate was able to lay down. John laid on top of her and fiddled with the zipper on his jeans. “Well there was Penny. She was my first. I laid on top of her here in the back much like this. It was clumsy and not my proudest moment, but she was gorgeous. A little blond with a slender body and perky tits that were perfect for her size. The second girl was a year later. A Mexican girl that I met at a party. She was a champ. She straddled my dick in the driver’s seat and rode me like she was competing in a rodeo. Her big brown boobs bounced in front of my face. I could barely get her to talk to me at the party. I thought she was shy, but once we started fucking, she wasn’t shy at all. She moaned and panted loudly, I thought we might get caught, but she didn’t care. She kept repeating something in Spanish. I didn’t understand it, but the way she looked at me as she grinded on my cock, god, she wanted it bad. She was a slut, big time.”
“Sounds like I have a lot to live up to, but don’t worry, I can be a slut too,” Kate said.
“I know you can baby.”
John’s dick slid inside of Kate and she tried to spread her legs apart, but was blocked by the front seats. She lifted one leg up until the bottom of her foot touched the roof of the car. “I can be a slut if I can figure out how to do this,” Kate said while giggling.
“This car seemed much bigger when I was young,” John said.
Her knees were lifted to her chest and John took advantage of the opening. He started pounding her pussy hard with his dick and Kate wrapped her arms around her knees. It was awkward at first, but she quickly got used to the feeling and loved having a dick inside of her once again. She knew John had a nice looking dick, and it felt even better. “Oh John, fuck me harder,” she said.
John grabbed onto Kate’s shoulders to draw her in closer while his pelvis thrust in and out of her. “You’re so sexy Kate. I wish I could fuck you every day,” he said.
“Your dick is so big, I don’t know if I could handle it every day,” she said.
John clinched his teeth together and began fucking as hard as he could. Kate’s head hit against a stereo speaker in the back every time he thrust into her. “Uh, uh, oh shit, oh shit,” she repeated as his fully erect cock burrowed into her. His hands moved closer to her neck and he became more and more violent with his thrusts. “I’m going to do something. Don’t be alarmed,” he said. Before Kate could utter a word, his hands were around her throat and her breathing was cut off. Her eyes widened as he firmly clenched her neck. “It will be better,” John said, and continued thrashing into her pussy faster and faster. Kate managed to cough once, but that’s all she could produce from her throat. “Oh yeah, I’m going to cum baby. I’m going to cum inside your pussy,” John said.
His dick filled her and the lack of oxygen made it seem huge and almost painful. Her head became light and her face was flush. She flailed her arms in panic and slapped John across the face and tried to push him away, but he was too strong.
“I’m cumming inside of you bitch,” John yelled, and pumped into her viciously as his grip tightened around her neck. Kate’s vision went blurry and she felt herself slipping into darkness, and somehow, unexpectedly, she felt herself climax. It pulsated in her vagina quietly and grew louder as John forced his dick deep inside of her, like a freight train speeding through a tunnel. Soon it was loud and demanding and rushed through her entire body. Her arms and legs stood straight out and her mouth remained open trying to collect air until the rush made it to her head and she slowly… faded… into… nothing… but… black.
Kate woke up in the grass behind a row of trees. John’s car was gone along with all of her belongings. She was nude and shivering in the cold night. Her neck and pussy were sore, and she wasn’t sure how long she was out. “Son of a bitch,” she whispered as she sat up and looked out into the darkness. Leaves crunched under her knees as she crawled out from behind the tree. “John,” she said quietly hoping no one but him would hear. “John, I know you’re out there. You can come out,” she said, slightly louder. When no one appeared, she became frightened. A frog jumped in front of her and she screamed for a moment, but quickly covered her mouth for fear of being caught nude. He fucking left me, she finally admitted. Fear and humiliation stirred inside of her to create a new emotion
