by Mia Clark
"My fault, then," Ethan's dad says. "I should have filled the tank right after we left. I didn't really think about it. You two go get a snack or something, though. It won't take long."
"Yeah, uh... about that..." Ethan says, glancing around. "Looks like there's a bathroom in the back. I'm going to go while we're here."
"Sure, sounds good."
Ethan rolls up the window and presses down on the gas again. He drives quickly towards the rear of the convenience store. There's certainly a bathroom back here—two, even—but he keeps driving past the doors and heads towards the rear of the back parking lot, mostly hidden from view of everything. We can see through the parking lot, and people can probably see where we're parked, too, but they can't see much unless they get close.
"Back seat," Ethan says. "Go. Now."
"Um, what?" I ask him.
"I'm combining rule number two and rule number nineteen," he says, like he's thought this through perfectly.
Which... I guess he has?
When I tell you to come here, you come here, and we're only allowed to tease each other up to one intense moment of pleasure before the next time is the real deal. Um...
He doesn't have to ask me, twice. I unbuckle my seatbelt and scramble through the middle divide between the front seats. There's not much in the backseat except my packed bag of clothes and his, but I toss them both onto the floor in the back and now we have all the room in the world. Ethan isn't far behind me, and then it doesn't take long for him to be in me, either. Honestly, I don't even know how that happened? One moment I have my shorts on, and the next moment they're pulled down to my ankles with my panties shoved aside, and there we go.
Ethan's very good at this bad boy thing, apparently. He knows what he's doing, and he does it very well.
He grabs my thighs and pulls me back, letting me slide along the smooth back seats. I'm laying sideways now, my head near one of the doors while my feet are by the other. I still have my shoes on and my shorts cling to my ankles, but it makes no difference to Ethan. He pulls down his underwear again, not even bothering to fully remove anything, and then he slips between my legs, and...
Mhm...
"Holy fuck, you feel amazing," he says after he thrusts inside of me. He holds himself there, filling me completely.
I gasp and wriggle against him. I... didn't expect this? I mean, I knew he was hard, and I wanted to give him a handjob in the car, but I didn't exactly expect there to be any reciprocation here. Not yet, at least. We weren't planning on stopping until we got to the campground, because it's only a few hours away. This is quite a welcome reprieve from the monotony of driving, though.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him even closer to me, deeper inside me. My arms cling to his back and I grab at his shirt. Ethan pushes down against me with his entire body and his lips latch onto mine, kissing me, frantic and obsessed. I kiss him back and grab at his upper body and pull him with my legs.
Yes, well... yes...
Ethan grabs me, too. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him. Powerful, he pulls out of me, then plunges back in, out, then in... out, and in. It's harsh and fast, our bodies slapping together, the two of us slamming against the back seat of the car. He's not even trying to hide what we're doing and I know the car is rocking beneath the weight of our bodies and his thrusts. I slide my hips up to meet his constant, pounding cock, which only seems to intensify his sexual furor.
His lips are on my neck now, kissing and sucking. I tilt my chin back and the top of my head pushes against the back door of the car. Ethan reaches up and pulls my hair, pulls me closer to him. His other hand goes down and grips my hip, keeping me steady so he can better...
Fuck. That's what we're doing right now. Fucking, rutting, plain and simple, and oh my God it's the most amazing thing.
We've had sex in the car before. At the drive-in movie theatre, when I gave Ethan a handjob during the movie, we had sex then, too. That was careful and confined, though. I sat in his lap and we did it like that, trying not to alert anyone nearby as to what we were doing. We were supposed to be watching a movie, you know? Now, though, um...
This is not careful, nor considerate, nor confined. If anyone were to walk back behind the gas station convenience store for any reason, they'd see the car bouncing and they'd know exactly what was going on.
Our parents are here. My mom went into the store. Ethan's dad is pumping gas. Oh my God, this is either the best or the worst decision ever. I'm not sure which. I'm having a difficult time thinking right now.
I still have my panties on and every time Ethan thrusts inside of me, it makes the cloth ripple and shift against my skin, rubbing at my clit. It doesn't help that he knows what he's doing and his body presses and grinds against my core, too. I feel him throbbing inside of me, and then pressing against me, in, on, out, in...
"This is going to be quick," Ethan says, growling into my ear before nipping at my earlobe. "Sorry we can't take our time right now, Princess. I just needed to fuck you so bad. I want you to cum, though. Can you do that for me?"
I nod fast. "I... yes, I want to, Ethan. Please? Make me cum..."
Those are the magic words, apparently. His lips are on me again, kissing me. I kiss him back. I need to. I need this. I love the feeling of everything involving him. I love how he feels in me, how he feels on top of me, against me. I love how he makes me feel, like I'm sexy, but also sweet, how he's careful, but also rough. How he's...
He grunts and slams hard into me. I can feel him close, and I'm close, too. He's waiting, holding off, wanting me to cum so that he can. Oh... oh yes...
I squeeze hard against him, my pussy clenching against his cock, and he pulls out and thrusts into me again, as hard as he can. My body is caught between him and the seat, grinding against the two. He pulls out again, then slams into me one final time before giving in to his own orgasm.
It's all I need. It's enough. This isn't patient nor kind, but it's beautiful in its own way. My body gives in to Ethan's desires, and my own desires, too. Pleasure wells up inside of me until it's too much, and then my orgasm roars through me. I spasm beneath Ethan's muscular body and he throbs inside me, filling me with his cock and his cum.
We lay like that, clinging to each other, ecstasy overflowing inside us, shared between us.
I breathe heavily and let out a lusty gasp. "Oh my God, that was incredible," I say.
He laughs and kisses me fast, once, twice, three times, on my lips, my nose, and my lips again. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he says. "You know how amazing you look with my cock inside you?"
I laugh. "Really, Ethan? You're so strange."
"Nah," he says, smirking at me. "For real, you're beautiful all the time, but you're perfect like this. I wish I could look at you like this all the time."
"Oh, really, Mr. Bad Boy?" I ask him. "As far as I can remember, you're usually not paying much attention to how I look at all when we're having sex. What do you have to say to that?"
"Yeah yeah, so sometimes it's hard to see everything, but I can see what counts. I can see your face when you're about to cum, and your lips purse and your eyebrows scrunch up. Your nose wrinkles a little and you look so fucking intense and ready. That's all I need, Princess. I could watch you cum around my cock all fucking day."
"We, um... we don't have all day right now," I remind him.
"You're going to make me get up, huh?" he asks.
"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do," I say, giggling. "Follow your heart's desire, right? It's just, um..."
Ethan tosses me one of his specialty bad boy grins, and moves off me a little to glance out the window. Then he freezes, mouth open, staring.
"Fuck," he says. "My dad's coming."
Oh no. Oh... oh no, oh my God. Ethan gets off of me and helps me up. I scramble away from him, trying to, um... my shorts. That's it. We need to get dressed. Fast!
"Dammit, Ethan!" I say to him, accidentally kicking his leg.
It's even more unfair because all he has to do is pull up his underwear and button and zip his shorts. I scramble to pull my own shorts up but there's not a lot of room back here. I shift and fidget and panic and hope that Ethan's dad doesn't see us, except I think he must see something because he's looking at the car weird. Thankfully we're in the back where the tinted windows are, and he can't see inside the car very well at this angle.
How long has he been there, though? He's walking towards us now, but if he's been there awhile he might have seen the car rocking up and down. It's also kind of probably rocking now, because honestly it's not exactly the easiest thing for two people to get dressed in the back of a car at the same time. Ethan's really not helping matters, either! I need more room.
I kick at him unintentionally again in my efforts to get my shorts back on. Alright, good, they're up, on, zipped, buttoned now.
We look like sex, don't we? It's that look that you have after just having sex, with messed up hair and glowing skin from the aftermath of exertion and orgasm. And, um... well, I guess it doesn't matter! There's not much we can do about it, now is there?
"I can't believe you did that," I say to him. "Seriously!"
"Did what?" he asks, grinning. "Give you an orgasm?"
"That's not even close to what I was talking about," I say, giving him a dirty look.
"Yeah, well, the orgasm was pretty great, huh?"
"Shut up. It doesn't matter how good it was because how do we explain this to your dad?"
"I wasn't planning on explaining your orgasms to my dad," he says.
"I hate you so much right now," I say, trying not to laugh.
"Love you, too, Princess," Ethan says, blowing me a kiss.
Then he opens the door and steps out of the car, just like that, doesn't even looks like he cares if we were caught. His dad is on his side, the driver's side, so they see each other immediately. Um...?
I get out of my side of the car and step out, too. Is this it, then? Is this when Ethan explains our relationship to his dad, because I'm pretty sure this is the worst time ever to do that. What's he even going to say? Yeah, hey, Dad, I'm dating Ashley and we just had a quickie in the back seat, no big deal, don't worry about it.
I wouldn't even be surprised if he said something like that, too. I kind of wish I would be, but I wouldn't.
Ugh.
*** Ethan
Yeah, so... my dad's here. How's that for bad luck?
I guess I can't even blame it on bad luck, since I knew what I was doing. Just really hard to think when you've got an erection sometimes. It's just sort of like... hey, did you know you have an erection? This is your erection talking. Just had a public service announcement for you, buddy, and I could really go for thrusting into Ashley's perfect as fuck pussy right about now. Just in case you were interested, right? Because I know you are.
Yeah, me and my cock have conversations like that. They're pretty one-sided most of the time, because we basically agree on everything. Sex? Uh, yeah, sure, let's do it!
"What's going on?" my dad asks me as soon as I step out of the car.
"Something fell in the back seat," I tell him.
That's not a lie, right? Ashley kind of fell when she was scrambling to get back there, and I sort of fell on top of her. My cock fell into her pussy, too. More like I pushed it there, but when you push someone hard enough, they fall, right? That's basically what happened here. There was a lot of hard pushing going on, that's for sure.
Ashley gets out of the car, too, and stands there, quiet and wide-eyed. Fuck, this is bad. I get that she's nervous right now, but I kind of wonder what it'd be like to stare down at her when she's wide-eyed like that, sucking on my cock. I'll give you a surprise, Princess... just open your mouth for me, alright?
Stop it, cock! This isn't the time for that! Not that I even listen to myself, because I can feel a pretty fucking excited throbbing trapped in my shorts right now. Thank fuck I just came, or else I'm pretty sure I'd have a full on erection right about now. As it is, I've got that shit contained a little better.
My dad gives me a look. I'm pretty sure he doesn't believe me. To be fair, I don't think he believes me most of the time. Eventually he does, but he takes his time getting there. It's cool, I get it.
"Nothing broke, did it?" my dad asks.
Ashley shakes her head fast. "Nuh uh. Nope."
"Yeah, everything's fine," I say. "Kind of surprised considered all the flailing about Ashley was doing."
I toss her a grin and she stares at me, mortified.
"Uh...?" my dad asks.
"She was freaking out about her makeup or something. I was just trying to help her and she's over here screaming at me and grabbing my shirt."
Alright, so she wasn't exactly screaming at me. It was more of a moan, and only a few because we finished pretty fast. IF we took our time... yeah, I love making her scream. She did grab my shirt, though. That was pretty hot. Fuck, I've got to stop thinking about this, because I really can't get another erection right now. Calm down, bad boy.
My dad rolls his eyes at me. "Ethan, stop bothering her. Do we need to switch? Ashley, there's room in our car if you want to come with us."
"No, um... it's alright," Ashley says, trying to smile at him. "Ethan's just teasing me. I think I'm getting used to it. I'm pretty sure it's his way of showing affection or something."
My dad doesn't seem convinced. "Are you sure?"
She nods fast.
"Alright then, I guess." my dad says.
Just then, Ashley's mom walks around back, too. She heads towards my dad, then sees me and Ashley at the car, too.
"What's going on here?" Ashley's mom asks.
"Ethan was helping me since something fell in the back," Ashley says. "We were trying to, um..."
"Did you fall asleep in the car?" her mom asks her. "Your hair looks, um..."
It seems like no one can really say what's on their mind at the moment, and I'm sure not going to be the one to do it, so I'm out of here.
"Now that everything's all set, I've really got to use the bathroom quick," I say. "You all feel free to keep this conversation up, though. If you need me, you know where to find me."
"I've got to use the bathroom too," Ashley says. "Sorry for making everyone wait."
My dad gives me a funny look, and Ashley's mom gives me a funny look, then she gives Ashley one, too. I don't know what the looks are for. I go to the men's room and walk inside, just doing my thing. Ashley goes to the women's room, probably. Fuck if I know. She's not in here with me, at least.
I finish my business, go outside, start the car, and wait. Our parents are gone again. Ashley hurries to the car and gets back in the front passenger seat, then she glares at me and sticks out her tongue.
"What the fuck, what's that for?" I ask, making a face at her, too. You're not the only one who can make faces at people, Princess. For real.
"You almost got caught," she says. "I don’t even know how you'd explain that to your dad."
"Do I look like I give a fuck?" I ask her. "I just had sex over here. Real talk, Princess."
"I just had sex, too, Ethan!" she says, laughing and rolling her eyes at me.
"Yeah? How was it?" I ask.
"That's private information," she says. "I can't tell you."
"That's dumb."
"No, you are."
"What is this, kindergarten?"
"I didn't even know you in kindergarten."
"Wow..."
"Just drive!" she says.
I do. What else am I supposed to be doing? I pull out of the back and go to meet our parents in the front. They're ready to go, just waiting for us. I drive up behind them and follow them out when they pull back onto the stretch of country road that'll bring us back to the isolated highway.
"It was really good sex," Ashley says. "Is that what a quickie is? Is that what it's called?"
"Yeah," I say, looking over and smiling at her. "Usually I like to take my t
ime, but sometimes you've just got to hurry the fuck up, you know?"
"I didn't know quick sex like that could be so fun, too," she says. "Um... can I tell you something?"
"You can tell me whatever you want," I say. "I'm here for you, Princess."
"I..." she hesitates, unsure. "I mean, I've had sex, um... I like sex with you the most, alright? But I've had sex and it was always fast before but it wasn't good like that."
"Obviously you like sex with me the most," I say. "Makes perfect sense. I'm a sex god."
"Shut up!" she says, glaring at me, trying not to smile.
"Nah, I get it," I tell her. "Listen, I'm being serious when I say I've never been with anyone like you before, and it's amazing. I'm sure you have opinions about my past and all, but I wouldn't lie to you about that. And, yeah, some guys are fucking dumb, and they don't care about anything but themselves, so there you go. That's what that's about. They just want theirs, and they use a girl's body to get it. It's stupid. I hate that shit. It should be about give and take, reciprocating, all of that. Everyone deserves as many orgasms as they want."
"Is that true, though?" she asks, giving me a weird look. I'm not really sure what this look is about, either.
"Yeah, some guys are like that. Probably most. Giving girls orgasms isn't always the easiest thing, but it makes you feel pretty fucking awesome, so I don't know why more guys don't work harder at it."
"No, um... not that..." she says, shy. "I meant the things you said about me? You've never been with someone like me? I... I still love you, though, Ethan. I'll still love you If I'm not the best or anything, because we have a lot of other good things, right? We still have fun. You still like being with me, um... you still like having sex with me, so that's all that matters, right?"
This really shouldn't piss me off, but it kind of does. We're driving, but I need to set the record straight with her. Kind of would prefer to sit her down and cuddle the fuck out of her while I do it, but that's not an option at the moment.
"Ashley, you're better than any girl I've ever been with. You're sexy as fuck, basically perfect in every way, you're smart, and I like that. You're cute and classy, but you've got a wild freak streak in you, too. It's not even just a small amount better, either. It's like... exponential or something. Exponential as fuck better by a lot."
