I don't know how it happened, how it came down to that. Liz was in my English class, she was a hippie by any standard, and most guys would have been repulsed by the simple fact she never wore deodorant. I thought she was wonderful, tangled black hair, olive skin, natural smell and all.
I knew she always got on campus late, and more often than not had to park near the edge of the parking lot. When she left the lot was empty except for very few cars. I lied to the professor, told her my brother had called, and was in a wreck, he needed a ride home. I went out and waited about fifty yards from her car, off in the side of the lot, nearly hiding in the bushes. I dressed completely in black usually, so no one cared when I was wearing black jeans and a black hooded sweat-shirt, it worked as no one that left seemed to notice me.
I wanted to run away, run to my car, drive home and scold myself for hours in the mirror for even thinking about what I was about to do. Right before my conscious was going to win though, I saw her walking up from the other end of the parking lot. She'd often asked me to walk with her after class so she wouldn't have to worry about anyone jumping her, but tonight she didn't look as nervous as usual. I felt like a such a shit as I sunk a lil farther into the shadows on the driver's side of her car.
She looked so great in her cloths from good-will, the flare-leg jeans were stretched tight on her ass just below a light coat that was wore over a fuzzy sweater. I could smell her as she walked beside her car, it was a musky scent covered up by a strong smoky smell, not of cigarettes and nicotine though. I knew the smell of pot from family and friends, as well as a few of my own experiences.
I moved just as she unlocked and opened the back door to put her books inside. I rushed silently up behind her, I didn't want her to see my face, to feel that betrayal. I clamped my hand over her mouth and my other arm around her waist. She struggled and tried to scream. "Shh, sh, shh.. quiet down, or I'll make this more painful." I whispered and prayed she didn't recognize my voice.
I undid her pants first, and wrenched my hand down the front of her panties. She struggled and tried to clench her legs shut, preventing me access to her bush. I gave her head a slight a jerk and pushed down harder til she relented and let my hand freely into her fur covered crotch. I had heard her mention that never shavedher legs, but I never thought that applied even to trimming her pussy. I didn't mind, if anything it made me more aroused. I pulled my hand out after I stroked across her fuzzy slit a few times, just enough to where I could smell her sex. I was beyond caring about if she knew me or not when I realized her pussy was already moist.
I let go of her mouth so I could push her pants and underwear down to her ankles, and after pushing her to her knees in the backseat, wrenched a shoe off and took one leg free of her clothes. I looked at her ass and her furry snatch before climbing in after her. I could feel hair on her legs, and couldn't care less. I stroked her pussy with my fingers a few more times while I unzipped my own jeans to pull my dick out, and moved closer to her, getting millimeters from her lips. "Please..." she whimpered to me.
I knew meant "Please no, don't do this to me. Please stop, this is isn't right and you know it." but all I could think was "Please, fuck me." I lurched myself forward, my penis penetrated her and she screamed. I nearly put my hand over her mouth but she had quieted down, now moaning instead of screaming. I started slowly pumping in an out of her, not pausing to think about how wet her pussy already was. She was tight, like a vice wrapped in hot latex on my dick, it felt more incredible the deeper I got into her. The more I pushed though, the louder her moans got.
