Hitomi and I made it back to her dorm fairly quickly. We had just done some things I'm not too proud of, considering my current relationship status. Looking at her large breasts and thick thighs, I couldn't say I wouldn't do it again though. It was clear that I lacked self-discipline and control.
She received a text message. "Oh shit," she said. She was looking very hot and bothered. "My roommate is home. I don't want to do anything with her being there. There's no privacy in these fucking dorms!"
My permanent hard on was getting sad. "Umm, okay okay, what should we do then?"
"There's a parking lot over here. Want to pull in there and make out?"
She had me at 'there's'. The car tires squealed as I turned into a local parking lot. It was a structure that was essentially abandoned, at least at the moment. I figured if we parked somewhere in the back, we could get away with it, without making a scene. I had a feeling that this would be a memory I would both be looking back at, and also regretting, for a long time. I had Rachel in the back of my mind, small, skinny Rachel who I thought I was attracted to. But here to my right was Hitome, an exotic, beautiful, incredibly busy girl who, for some reason, was totally in to me and wanted to make out with me in my car. Rachel was thin as a rail, prim, and proper. Hitome had big boobs and a big butt, both of which I could sink my teeth into and bury my face in. The way she looked at me with her big eyes was so unlike anything I had seen from my current real relationship, at least for as long as I could remember.
As we found a place to park, she fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. I could tell she was ready to go. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her hands groping her large busom, adjusting it to look somehow even plusher in her tight white tank top. When she pushed them together, they exploded over her bra's threshold, and the overboob alone was vastly larger than any breasts I had ever touched before, let alone my small breasted girlfriend. This was a real woman; my girlfriend was nothing in comparison.
I put the car in park under the shadow of concrete, and leaned back in my driver's seat chair. "That was the hardest ride of my life. And from the looks of it, it was the hardest drive of yours." She of course was referencing my throbbing cock, which, while not massive by any means, was creating a noticeable pipeline in the upper thigh of my jeans. She seductively climbed over the center console of my car, her wide hips rotating with surprising finesse, and put one knee on either side of me. The position she was in could not have been comfortable, as my car is a sedan, not an SUV, and her knees where pinned in between me and the hard plastic of the car. She showed no signs of discomfort however, and in fact looked like she was in heaven.
