"Tasty," she spoke getting off from giving Michael head in his car. They were in front of a gas station. Anyone who walked in or out could have seen it along the stop off Interstate 70. Above them was a sign -- one side saying "Welcome To Indiana, The Hoosier State" while the other side said "Welcome To Illinois, The Lincoln State."
She liked the fact that anyone could watch -- like the strawberry blonde girl had as Erica climaxed with Michael fucking her with the dildo. It was exciting, but the windows were quickly steaming up -- and seeing outside was even a challenge.
Not that she cared right now. She had something else on her mind.
"Okay, you tease. I want your cock sliding in me now," Erica moaned, pulling her hips up against Michael's waist. "It's about time I had some real sex," she purred, kissing his lips.
Outside the car, sprinkles began falling. Against the windshield, droplets smashed. Inside the gas station, people bought more candy. Headlights from passing cars on Interstate 70 lit up Michael's Grand Prix, giving him brief glances of Erica's soft white skin and her tight nipples, hard on her 34c breasts, her chest rising as she took his cock and slowly sank it into her passion.
His fingernails glided against her hips. Real sex? he thought. No, she was't? Was she?
"Erica? What do you mean, real sex?"
"MMMM... oh, God!" she groaned as his hardness lengthed into her body, impaling her on top of him. Her pussy was tight and she wrapped her arms around Michael's neck, kissing his neck. Her body felt new to her. Her skin was chilled, but inside she felt like she was burning. Her face was flushed again. God, I love this, Erica decided. I love the feeling. The tenderness. The hardness.
"Erica? Are you a virgin?" Michael asked.
She leaned back... pressing her hands against his chest ... her fingernails tapping his nipples. She rocked her body back, pulling herself on his cock, and back down on it.
"Not anymore, silly," Erica smiled. She knew too many of Michael's secrets. He had talked about how he could have sex forever if he was on body, and that's what she wanted. To have sex forever. And to be in control.
"What do you mean." He wanted to concentrate on the sex, but he wanted to know that she was just kidding. She was too sexual of a girl to have never had sex. She leaned forward again.
"I was a virgin until about 15 seconds ago."
He felt like a smuck.
"Is this alright? Are you alright? Did we go too far?"
That's why she liked him. He was concerned about her. Her other friends had nightmarish devirgining stories. Drunk at prom; drunk at a summer party; drunk at a frat house. That's not how she wanted to lose it. She wanted it to be with a friend; someone she cared about. Michael was the right guy.
"It's okay, babe," she said, impaling herself onto his heated cock faster, leaning back. Michael slowly ran his fingers between her legs, touching her -- massaging her clit. She pounded down on him as the rain fell harder. She took in all the sensations. On the radio, John Mellencamp's "Dance Naked" strummed away. How appropriate, she grinned. She bookmarked that thought -- Dance Naked was the song to which she lost her virginity.
"It didn't hurt?" he asked beneath her.
"Not too bad, no."
"But should it have hurt?" he looked confused. "Am I that pathetically small?" he smiled.
She grinded on him. "No. Your cock feels great. You broke my hymen when you brought me Woody The Dildo, hon. Well, I did -- about 10 minutes after you left my graduation party. I've had Woody nightly until I went to college. Now, you're my first real sex."
Their tongues tangled and she breathed quickly. She was getting close again. Oh God, she thought. She'd had multiple orgasms before -- with Woody -- and loved that. This was even better, feeling Michael's body under her, her breasts swaying on his chest. She went faster and felt one of his hands rubbing fast against her clit, while the other held the small of her back.
"Fuck,yeah. Oh, fuck yeah, baby," she moaned, her wetness soaking his cock, sweat and her sweat migrating to their waists and chests. She came for the first time with a man inside her.
He leaned back in extacy, and knew he was still far from cumming. He was always able to hold back in "pogo stick style" -- the girl on him. That's why he liked it. His fetish was watching women cum.
Vehicle lights pulled up in back of Michael's Grand Prix. Crap, he thought. We're busted. Someone called the police and now I'm going to miss my board-operater job at the radio station and I'm going to be charged with indecent exposure and lose my employment for missing a Saturday morning air-date. Oh well, this was worth it, he thought.
"Someone's here," Erica whispered.
"I see that."
She wondered if she was going to be in trouble. She didn't know why she would be. They were in a steamed-up car, it's not like everyone could see them inside fucking. Someone would have to be looking hard to see them now, isn't that some kind of legal defense? Fucking in a car isn't a crime -- not if people aren't looking. Anyway, anyone who looked in should be charged with being a damn voyuer if the sex offended them but they stared anyway.
The Jeep Cherokee from twelve minutes pulled back next to them. It was raining outside now. A door opened. Michael and Erica almost made an effort to cover up, but this car already knew what was going on in here. They were fucking. The four girls probably didn't believe it and came back for a confirmation.
"You're stupid," the couple heard coming from the vehicle.
"Have fun. I'll call later," a girl's voice broke through the noise of the engine and rainfall. "I'll be alright. I swear, she's a friend of mine," the voice remarked.
Erica looked at Michael.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know," he smiled.
A tapping came on the passenger's door. The other vehicle drove off. Erica cracked the door, Michael's cock still hard inside her as she basked in the afterglow of her climax. Rain dripped on her as the opened the door. The cool wind grazed her breasts and made them more sensitive. In itself, that almost made her cum again.
"Can I help you?" Erica asked. It was the strawberry blonde who had given them the condoms earlier. She was pretty in a gothic kind of way. She had dark eyes and thick lips that looked kissable -- even to Erica. She looked gothic, but was wearing a sundress. Confused goth-hippie chick. But that made her even more desireable, Erica thought. Damn, she thought, bi-thoughts again. When are those going to go away? Or are they?
"Can I get in? My friends just left me, and I'm getting a little wet out here."
What the hell, Erica decided. I'm only 18 once. She popped open the door and the girl got in, darting into the backseat where she propped herself in the middle part of the backseat, looking at the couple in the frontseat. Michael looked at her, puzzeled by the night. This was the last thing he expected to happen.
"This is fucking sexy," the girl said. "Usually I just look at porn on websites, but this is even better," she added.
"Do you know me?" Erica asked. "You told the car you knew me."
"No. I don't. I made that up, but I thought you wouldn't care, by the way you looked at me earlier. I think we might know each other before the sun rises. Can I touch you two?"
"Who are you?" Michael laughed. He felt he cock slip out of Erica's pussy, and he pressed it against E's clit. She moaned again.
