“It’s not very romantic,” I said as she parted her legs in the backseat of the car. “Losing your virginity in an Oldsmobile on a side road at two in the morning, I mean.”
She shook her head as she lifted her ass and slipped off her underwear. I had never so much as seen her bare breasts let alone her shadowed thighs and what lay in between. When she touched herself, I felt my body ache in a way I didn’t know it could.
“If I wanted my first time to be romantic, I wouldn’t have picked you,” she said, closing her eyes as she pushed two fingers inside herself.
I watched in awe as I pulled my hardening cock from my jeans and began to slide my hand slowly up and down my length. Even in the dark, I could tell she was too pretty for me. The car should have been nicer, my hands softer, and the seat at least a queen-sized bed.
“I’m almost offended,” I said, moving over her. She shivered beneath me as she felt me brush against her wet skin, but she didn’t close her eyes. With one hand between us and the other braced on the roof of the car, she nodded her head, urging me on.
When I pushed inside her, she cried out but pushed lower, taking more of me until there was no telling us apart. She bit her lip, kissed me, and told me to fuck her before she changed her mind.
In the dark backseat, I moved as best I could, fucking her in long slow strokes as I looked down at the too pretty girl beneath me who had spent all night telling me what was going to happen; Telling me that she had made up her mind; Telling me I was the lucky bastard who was going to do it.
“Don’t fucking stop,” she said, closing her legs around me and squeezing until I could barely move. She clenched around me as I thrust into her, and this time when she kissed me I tasted tears.
I couldn’t see, her hair blinding me as I held her, and I tried not to think of the million reasons I should have said no as she began to moan into my ear, saying words I can’t repeat.
When I told her I was close, she nodded and pulled me deeper, her hands on my hair, pulling as she began to cry out. As she clenched and trembled, all of her letting go at once, I began to come as well, never once thinking it was a good idea.
She kissed me in quick pecks when we could breathe again, and she looked between us at our sweaty bodies with a satisfied grin. Her dress was still on and I was fully dressed but for my slowly softening cock and open jeans.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I said, holding myself above her. “Are you okay?”
“I knew I could come from sex,” she said as if that answered anything. “I just had to find the right person.”
“I’m definitely the wrong person,” I said, finally sitting up and brushing my hair back with both hands. What the fuck had we done?
“Yeah,” she said, climbing into the front seat and grabbing a cigarette from her purse. “That’s what I meant. Now come drive me home before my brother starts to worry.”
I whispered fuck under my breath about six times before moving to the driver’s seat. The streets were quiet as I drove her home, hoping her brother wouldn’t be waiting. Hoping nobody would be waiting.
And most of all, wondering against all odds when I could see her again.