Kevin and I worked at a store in the local mall. We weren't super close, but we did hang out at work, took breaks together, that sort of thing. He mentioned that there was a concert coming up at a nearby outdoor concert venue featuring several popular bands and we agreed to attend.
When the concert day arrived, I showed up at Kevin's house. I'd never actually been to his house before. Also, Kevin neglected to mention that he had a sister who was much better looking than he was. Moreover, Kevin's sister had invited
her
friend, who was also better looking than Kevin, and who seemed to take a liking to me immediately.
Janelle just kind of attached herself to me from the get-go. She introduced herself and pretty much never left my side after that. It really isn't an exaggeration to say that she stuck to me like glue. She was very clingy, but I have to say I liked it. She was also sexy as hell. I damned sure wasn't going to push her away. I don't even recall us engaging in small talk. She just latched onto me like we'd known each other intimately for years and never let go.
Our transportation was a seven-passenger minivan and there were ten of us going. (Kevin's older brother, his girlfriend, and friends were also going.) The logistics of getting there required that a few of us would have to sit on laps. Janelle volunteered to sit on mine.
I was surprised, in a sense, that she volunteered to sit on my lap, since we really didn't know each other well, but in light of how she had latched onto me and clung to me like we were lovers, I guess I wasn't too surprise.
What did surprise me, in spite of what I'd just mentioned, was when, after we were seated, she instructed me to hold her close by putting my hands under her shirt and holding her pert little boobs. We were sitting just behind the driver in a captain's chair and no one could really see what we were doing. Janelle didn't have large breasts, nice-sized peaches is an apt size comparison, but they were firm and stood out straight from her chest. Her nipples hardened to rocks under my caress. Not coincidentally, I had something rock hard under her, too.
She wiggled her ass a little when she first noticed. Then she unceremoniously reached down and grabbed me, squeezing like she was checking to see if I was ripe. Then she asked, "Promise to love me forever?" Upon my affirmative answer—because I was smart enough not to say no when she had me in her grasp—she whispered that I should unzip my shorts.
We were in a crowded minivan driving down the highway and she wanted me to whip it out? I thought she was crazy, but if she was game, I was. She lifted up slightly so I could unzip and then she reached down and grabbed me again, squeezing and stroking—not in an obvious manner. She was shockingly discreet. Then she slipped aside the leg of her shorts and slipped me inside of her.
She was so wet I slid in easily, despite how tight she was. She moved ever so gently, so as not to arouse suspicion. She was so aroused that she came after only a few seconds. Well that was all it took to push me over the edge. I blasted off too. It was almost impossible to do it quietly, but somehow, I managed to contain any noise.
There was no condom and the way things had transpired, well, I hadn't given a thought to birth control or STDs or anything. Until I shot my load inside her. It was an intoxicating feeling shooting my seed into such a willing vessel. I kept these thoughts to myself, however. It was not the time to discuss such things.
Janelle just twisted around and kissed me, long and wet, until I slipped out from within her. She snagged a couple napkins from somewhere and used them to sop up our mess. I was shocked that no one said anything about the smell. Then she lifted up so I could zip up again and proceeded to slip me the tongue some more. I'd known her for less than an hour and had already had sex with her. Everyone else was so engaged in their own conversations that I don't think anyone even noticed.
After we arrived at the concert venue and found suitable seating in the grassy area just beyond the higher priced actual seats under the pavilion. Janelle continued clinging to me. We danced occasionally, during the slow songs. I held her close and cupped her ass. She had a wonderful ass—something I hadn't really paid attention to before.
"I love it when you squeeze my ass," she whispered in my ear.
"I love squeezing your ass," I responded. "There are so many things I want to do to your ass," I whispered.
"I can't wait," she said. "My ass is all yours. But I'm fairly sure you've already figured that out by now."
"It's still nice to hear it, though," I answered.
I reveled in the thought that, at last, I had a girl who wanted to be my sexual plaything. She never once acted like she was doing me a favor by allowing me to touch her. More often than not, she was the one instigating it. Pulling my arms around her, putting my hands on her boobs (one of my favorites!) and even guiding my hands to her nether region once we got settled and could use a blanket to cover our activities. I must have made her come a half dozen times during the concert. She even apologized that she wasn't brave enough to fuck or suck me during the show, but swore she'd make it up to me on the way home—a promise she made good on.
We were in the far back bench seat on the way home and had a little more privacy—largely due to the fact that the people riding next to us appeared to be asleep. Janelle rode me like a pony. I don't think I'd ever come that hard before.
"You're coming in, right?" she asked when we got to the apartment she shared with her mother.
