CHAPTER 18: CHAPTER 18

"Gone? What do you mean?" I asked.

"We broke up," she replied.

"I’m sorry," I said.

"Don’t be."

"Okay, I won’t. Instead, I’ll take advantage of the situation. How about going out with me?" I said, hoping she would accept.

"When?" she asked.

"Now," I said.

"We’re already out," she said and laughed.

"Right. I’m out with my friends, and you are out with your friends. I mean you and me out together without our friends. Not here. We’ll go somewhere else," I said.

She thought for a moment, then said, "I’d like that. Let me go tell my friends I’m leaving."

I watched her as she walked away with a feeling of excitement no girl had ever given me before. That night, Lucy and I had a great time together, and when I got back to my dorm room, I knew that I was already falling in love with her.

After that, we saw or at least talked to each other every day, going on dates on the weekends. On our third date, I borrowed my roommate’s car. He had an old Buick LaSabre his father had given him. He called it his "love machine" because of the large back seat.

That night, I took her out to dinner at an expensive Italian restaurant, then we went parking. I parked the car in an area where we wouldn’t be disturbed, and we sat and listened to the radio as we began necking.

After a half hour of heavy petting, with all clothes on, I suggested that we get in the back seat. She gave me a devilish look and asked, "Why do you want to get in the back seat?"

She must be thinking what I was thinking.

"So we’ll have more room," I replied.

"More room for what?" she asked, looking directly at me.

"Just more room," I said. I didn’t want to tell her my intention, and I’m sure she knew why I was suggesting a large space.

"I don’t think we need more room," she replied.

This wasn’t getting me anywhere so I said, "It was just a thought. We can stay where we are."

"Well, if you want to get in the back, let’s get in the back," she said, complying with my suggestion.

We went to the back seat, and she sat beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. So lovely. I took her hand and started massaging it slowly.

She didn’t protest, so I placed my hand on her lap a moment later and proceeded to move my hand up.

"Naughty boy, what are you doing?" she said and I stopped moving my hand.

I was confused on whether to proceed or remove my hand totally off her. I kept it still, waiting to know what she would do.

"Did I tell you to stop?" she said when I didn’t respond to her question.

I was about to talk, and she placed her finger on my lip.

"Continue from where you stopped," she whispered to me.

The words gave me the courage, and I drew her skirt up. Soon I was touching her pants. At that, she kissed my lip. I responded and turned it into a French kiss.

Soon I had her blouse and bra opened and was joyfully sucking on her nipples as she started moaning. I had more difficulty with her pants. She was sitting down, so I couldn’t get my hand in her pants, and I couldn’t get the top button opened. I shifted it aside and started rubbing her clit. She moaned as I penetrated her with my middle finger. After teasing her clit, I tried to get her pants off, but I couldn’t.

After seeing my struggles, she helped and made it easier by raising her ass a little bit so I could remove them.

That move almost made me shoot a load in my pants. Now I had Lucy sitting in the back seat with her blouse and bra opened, exposing her breasts, and a pair of white bikini-cut panties. As I leaned in to suck on Lucy’s breasts again, I placed my right hand on the narrow strip of white cotton that covered her treasure chest.

As I slipped my fingers under Lucy’s last line of protection again and teased her vaginal lips, her hips began to lift, trying to increase the contact between my fingers and her pussy.

When I finally let my fingers penetrate her again, she began humping against my hand. As she continued the humping motion, she said, "Come inside me now. I want you now."

After a short fight trying to get my pants off, she suggested that in the future we both wear skirts, which was actually funny. When I had finally removed my pants, I pulled off my shorts and then I reached for my wallet and pulled out a condom.

When she saw the condom she said, "You don’t need that. I’m safe. I’m on the pill, and I want to feel your juices inside me."

So I dropped my wallet and the condoms on the floor.

She slid down on the seat, and after trying a few different positions, we settled on having her put her right leg up on the back of the front seat and her left leg going up the back seat with her foot on the rear deck under the window. This way, I was able to get between her legs and get my dick into her hole.

I had known all along that Lucy wasn’t a virgin, but she was so tight that she could easily have made me believe she was a virgin if she wanted to.

When I was finally all the way inside her tight, warm, and juicy love tunnel, I was laying on top of her with my knees bent and my feet pressing against the window in the driver’s side back door.

My dick and balls were extremely happy where they were, but my back and legs weren’t, and I could tell by the way she kept trying to adjust her position that she wasn’t any more comfortable than me. In spite of our discomfort, we were both able to achieve orgasm.