Lance is the best boyfriend I've had, yet. We've known each other since high school, he was kinda a jock- I guess, but not really, still popular, though. I was always quiet, not really concerned about him for real, just figured I wasn't his type even if I wasn't his type even if I was interested, so I was neutral either way. Hell; my clothes alone probably make me invisible, until he needed help graduating because he was filing English. Probably too busy banging chicks. We officially met when Mr. Buckman got us together so I could tutor him. I could feel him undress me with his eyes, honestly I actually kinda liked it, until the teacher left, and he had to say something, "so I bet there's a sexy body under all those hippie looking clothes?"
Yep, I don't know why, but it ruined the idea of simply the thought. Well, that and he cut it short to hook up with some chick, which happened a lot, a few times he even had a girl giving him head during session. Watching this girl slob up and down, was completely distracting, drooling, such. I guess he was kinda learning something, being rather friendly in school, it was the last straw, when for the third time he was actually having sex during session, and asked me to join. I lost it, flipped out, ignored him, stopped tutoring him, sweet Goddess I felt powerful. It's not like he actually care, he was going to graduate- barely, all he needed to keep his scholarship, except prom, ya gotta at least pass with a "C's" to get to go to prom.
"Please, I gotta get a good grade, and pas, I won't get to go to prom."
"Why should I care, all you really care about is getting laid, versus learning a really easy subject. I know you think I'm some nobody, but I deserve more respect than that, I'm a person, not a tool, or sex toy. I'm done."
"Quinn, I wont get to go to prom."
"So what, I don't get to go either."
That felt great. He wouldn't leave me alone, begged me, even in the hallways, I started getting harassed by girls who wanted to go with him, he started stepping in... aaannddd... I kinda gave in, through his heroic, per say, I guess I kinda liked him- some. Though he actually tried, and passed. Got to go to prom, and make some slut happy. Prom night, I hear a knock on the door:
"Can I take you to prom?"
I was speechless, he even had a prom dress, all I could say was; "how do you know what my size is?"
"I asked your mom, one day. Do you like it?"
"I actually do... this... this isn't some trick is it?"
"No, you deserve to go. Plus; I kinda like you, want to get to know you."
Skeptical, yet excited, I went with him, we sat with my friends,, he was a gentleman. I kept waiting for some cruel prank, every dance was with me, and the kicker was he kissed me, my first kiss, the again, I thought he was cute, anyway. I was so hot for him, so... wet. We went to Burger Guy with a few others, then to this secluded spot on the waterfront. I was nervous, still expecting something, we made out, and he got handsy.
"I'm not having sex with you, I don't want my deflowering to be some one night stand."
"I just want to make out."
"I did have fun, if you just did all this to get in my pants, I'll just le-"
"We can just sit here."
"Seriously; I'm waiting for marriage, don't ruin our date."
"We can sit here, I like you Quinn. If you want to make out, I can... keep my hands to myself."
"Sigh... hold, not grope."
Nice. Well it was an okay start, hasn't been easy, but he's stuck with it. Back then I figured he'd lose interest, but he stayed, so screw it, I like him. Welp, here we are.
"Ugh, Quinn, it's been four years, I know you want to wait, but can't we do something, I'm tired of jacking off, and blue balls."
"This again?"
"There has to be some kinda compromise, I mean; how many times can we see each other naked, and not do... something? I know you get horny and I know you finger yourself."
"Yeah, I want to have sex, but I don't want to. I always said I'd wait."
"I just need a little more than a hand job, okay? We've made it this far, just one more step."
Lance glares out the windshield, thinking, watching a tugboat float by. Stretched across the seats and center console, I myself in inner thought biting my lower lip, the thought of his reasonably large, well, dick, filling me. I slide my foot some, simply thinking how he could probably curl my toes. Lost in fantasy myself, I just glare out the window, too. I caught my heel pushing on something, I glance over and see Lance gripping the steering wheel, and the tent in his shorts, my foot leans on it. I push it down, sliding my heel down the length of it, hearing him moan slightly, reminds me of some hentai I ran across, by accident, looking at other hentai.
"Babe, pull it out, I wanna try something."