Rehearsals were going well, and we were two weeks from opening "Godspell". Patti and I had shared a few tiny kisses and squeezes in dark corners, but nothing more since that amazing night on my parent's couch. It was hard to find a place to be alone with her. Her house was out, and so was my parent's - too many opportunities to get caught. I thought of pulling her into the dressing room, where I had watched her masturbate, but the cast was working with costumes now and the dressing room was being used. And her Mom picked her up every night after rehearsal, so I couldn't even get her into a car.
Then one blessed night the cast invited me to the local diner after rehearsal. Patti's parents had said she could go, but only if she could arrange a ride home. I said I'd be happy to drive her, and so I finally got the chance to be alone with little Patti.
We chatted with the cast, hurried through our burgers and fries, said goodnight to everyone, and rushed back to the car, both excited by the opportunity. It was my parent's car, a huge Impala, with, a nice, roomy back seat. I hadn't fooled around in a back seat in years, and I was dying to get Patti back there and let our hands explore. Patti seemed eager, too. The moment we got to the car she kissed me - one of those deep, long teenager kisses full of meaning and moment. I kept her hand on her leg as we drove. She was wearing blue jeans and a big purple sweater, and she looked more adorable, and ripe, than ever.
"Oh that's where I went to eighth grade." she said, as we passed by Grover Elementary school.
"Me, too." I said, sensing an opening. "Let's take a look." I pulled into the school parking lot and we drove past the classrooms. The kids had already started putting Halloween decorations up in the windows. "God, it looks so small." I said. We pulled into a dark space, far away from the road. I turned off the engine. The sudden silence was very sexy. We turned to each other and began to kiss. "Let's go in the back." I whispered, and we both climbed over the seats.
Patti was shy again, and moved my hand away from her pants a couple of times. But finally she let me unbutton the top of her jeans and I slid my hand inside her white cotton panties. She jumped, not expecting my hand in her pants so fast. She was incredibly wet, and my finger slipped easily inside her squishy pussy. She started to say, "No, No...", but after I worked her clit a while she began humping my hand, squirming around my finger, bucking her hips against my arm. I worked my finger in and out of her, rubbing her clit, driving her crazy. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her chest heaved as she gasped with pleasure. She grabbed my arm, pulling my hand further down into her pants.
"Oh God! Mark! Yes!" she cried, cumming, squeezing her strong little thighs, nearly crushing my hand. She shivered and shook for about ten minutes, then finally slid off my finger. I withdrew my hand and tasted her sweet juice, smelling that wonderful odor of cunt.
We lay there quietly for a bit, kissing and touching, and whispering. I still had my pants on, just like the other night on my parent's couch. It was agony, but I still wanted her to be comfortable. We hadn't really discussed it, but I think she wanted to stay a virgin.
It was a big back seat, and we could both lay down comfortably. I was on my back, and she was drawing little circles on my chest, occasionally dipping her hand into my shirt to explore the hairy jungle of my chest. My cock was pushing up through my jeans, and I knew she could see the bulge.
After a while we didn't speak, she didn't look at me. She just kept her head against my chest as her fingers danced over my chest, and slowly brushed their way down towards my crotch. I didn't want to force her into anything, so I just lay there, waiting for her to decide what to do.
She placed her hand on my bulge, tentatively at first, and looked at me to see if I was about to object. I looked right at her and gave her a smile, to let her know that everything was okay. She put her head back on my chest and brushed her hand back and forth across my bulge, testing the shape and feel.
She unzipped my pants. The sound was very loud, and we both giggled a bit. She kissed me on the cheek and continued. She pulled down my fly and cautiously put her hand inside my pants, on top the underwear, cupping my erection. I couldn't help but let out a moan, and this encouraged her to start rubbing it a bit. She obviously hadn't a clue as to what to do, so I just let her explore.
"I shouldn't do this." she said, stopping.
"You don't have to I said." I said, biting my lip. Her hand still lay on top my underwear, but it had stopped moving.
"I'm going too far." she said, almost in tears.
"Oh, baby, it's okay." I said. "Here…" I took her hand out of my pants and kissed her on the head. "Please don't do anything you don't want to do."
We lay there for a few minutes, her hand circling again over my chest. I had calmed her down, but damn me if I didn't want her to touch my cock in the worst way. I began to realize that if I aroused a little lust in her, she might be willing to do most anything. So I began to lightly tickle her neck and face, making her skin tingle. Then I played oh so lightly with her nipples through her shirt. My pants were still unzipped, and my bulge was quite pronounced. I knew she was curious. After a few more minutes of petting she again brushed her hand against my pants, then slipped a hand inside, on top the underwear.
"It feels big." she whispered, still nervous, but determined now to continue. Again she began feeling around, testing the shape and size of my cock. I moaned a little, and she began rubbing.
"Nice." I said, "That feels nice."
After a few minutes of rubbing she stopped, moved her hand to the waist band, and placed a finger inside my underwear. As she lifted the waistband up I swear I could hear steam escape. I held my breath. I needed her to touch me very badly, and I didn't want to scare her off, so I tried not to move.
She hesitated, one fingertip inside my boxers, then said, very casually, "Do you think it's going to be a good show?"
She was doing that nervous teenager thing of pretending the sex is not really happening. In high school I'd talk about anything, the weather, classes, anything, while fingering some girl. Somehow small talk made everything seem okay. So I answered Patti as casually as I could. "Yeah, if everyone learns the songs, it should be a good show."
She wiggled her finger underneath the waistband, exploring, stretching the elastic. I could feel her finger brush against a few hairs. My cock was off to the side, so she hadn't touched it yet. "But do you think we're good?" she asked.
I opened my legs a little, putting one up on the back of the passenger seat, creating a little more room inside my pants. "I think Jodi's good, and Greg's got a great voice. Alan is, well..!"
She giggled. "I know! He's awful!"
"But I think he'll come through. He works hard."
"Yeah, he does. He's nice." she said, shifting her weight, giving herself more room to maneuver. She put two more fingers under the waistband of my underwear. Her fingers were curling into my pubic hair now. "If I ask you something you'll tell me the truth, right?"
"Sure. What is it?" I said. I sucked in my stomach, loosening the waist band. She could now put in all five fingers. Her hand spread over my pubic bone, sweeping through the short hairs. She lay her head on my chest, burying my face in her luscious hair.
"I just wanted to know," she continued, shoving her hand deeper into my pants, slipping her smooth fist over my cock, "Do you think I'm good?"
"Yes." I moaned. "You're very good. Very sweet. You move well and you can sing. I think you're beautiful."
She gave my cock a squeeze. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. During your audition I couldn't keep my eyes off you."
She tugged a bit at the base. "Why?"
"I thought you looked so damn cute in those tights."
She gave me several good jerks. "You think I'm cute?"
