“It does now. My mom and I managed to make it work. By the end of the party, every one of those kids was a mess. There was peanut butter and jelly everywhere.”
“But did they have a good time? That’s the question.”
“Yeah, they had a great time. The PBJ popcorn balls were a big hit.”
“You like kids, do you?” I ask.
She takes a long swig of Jack and Coke.
“I love kids.”
“Me, too.”
Jess looks over at me, seemingly trying to read my mind.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She hesitates, then changes the subject. “So, this isn’t your first time at a drive-in, is it?”
“Nah, my folks took me to the one in Linville when I was young.”
She giggles. “I got felt up for the first time at the Linville Triple, when I was in ninth grade.”
“Oh my god. You’ve had drive-in theater sex,” I say.
“It wasn’t sex, it was just fumbling around. I actually had to undo my bra myself because Dennis couldn’t figure it out.”
“But Dennis still got a feel. That’s what counts.”
Jess mixes the drinks this time, and I see she goes heavy on the Jack. Fine by me.
Now we’re just talking and drinking, ignoring the movie altogether.
“You’ve never had drive-in sex, then,” she says.
“I have not.”
I see her looking at me in that special way Jess does when she’s thinking something dirty.
“What?” I ask.
She looks down my body, then sits up in her chair and looks around us. There are still two cars, though neither is close.
“Take out your cock,” she says.
What? The request—it’s more of a demand, actually—surprises me.
“Now? Here?”
“Just do it.”
Yeah, she’s got a buzz.
Jess watches intently as I unzip my pants and pull my limp cock through the opening. She takes another look at our surroundings, and I guess she decides we have adequate privacy because the next thing I know, her fingers close around me.
We stop talking and I close my eyes to focus on the sensation of having my woman play with my cock outside in public on a warm summer night. Even if they were looking, I doubt anyone could see what’s happening over here, so I’m just going to enjoy this.
“Now you’re having sex at a drive-in,” Jess says when she’s given me an erection.
“Not just fumbling around?” I ask facetiously.
Her grip tightens and she begins to stroke me more purposefully.
“Does this feel like fumbling?”
I moan slightly in response. This is far from fumbling, this is a woman with an expert touch, deftly jerking me off in the bed of my pickup at a drive-in. I close my eyes again, marveling at how she seems to know exactly when to change her speed a little, and more importantly, when not to.
It doesn’t take but a few minutes before I feel an orgasm approaching.
“I’m gonna come,” I say, half warning her and half applauding her efforts.
Jess picks up speed, working me ever closer toward a climax. It occurs to me that this is the most intimate we’ve been all weekend, and the thought gets me even more excited. I feel my cock grow harder in her hand. Suddenly, I groan as I come extremely hard. The force of my orgasm catches me by surprise as a spray of cum lands on my chest, the white liquid standing out against my black T-shirt. Jess masterfully leads me through the rest, her touch firm as I continue to pour cum onto my shirt, until she begins to ease up when I’m finally spent.
My breathing is ragged and my balls are tingling in the most exquisite way as her hand strokes my shaft softly.
“Jesus, Ty.”
I open my eyes to see Jess staring at my shirt. When I look down, I see why. I came in buckets, all over the front of my shirt.
“Yeah, you seem to have that effect on me.” I say as her hand continues to gently stroke me. “And that was definitely not fumbling.”
The smile I see on Jess’s face is the first sincere one I’ve seen on this trip.
Chapter 15
Jess
I really needed this night. The strong alcohol, the sexy setting that reminds me of more innocent times when I was younger, and the light-hearted conversation with Ty. This trip was supposed to be our first big weekend away together, but it’s turned out to be nothing but stress, in light of what Lyle told me about Ty. I still find it hard to believe, but I suppose a less mature, more volatile version of this man might have done something like that. I mean, murder in self-defense is still killing someone, but you’re doing what you must to keep yourself alive, right?
At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Maybe I’ll feel better about it once I know all the details of the story, assuming I can ever work up the courage to ask Ty. In the meantime, I spent the first day of our road trip trying to avoid looking him in the eye, and when he wanted sex that night, I begged off, saying I had a headache—the oldest, most obvious excuse possible. Yesterday was a little better, but I was still freaked out about the whole thing. At least I managed to have sex with him, because I don’t want him getting suspicious before I can confront him about this issue. And I was crazy about Ty before I knew about it.
Then he brings me to this drive-in, which is such a sweet idea, and I’m buzzing pretty strong on JD and Coke. Buzzing enough to want to jerk him off, right here in the back of his truck. Now I’m looking at the sexiest sight imaginable: the evidence of the huge orgasm that Ty has just had. His black T-shirt is unwearable. It’s hard to believe that a man could come that much in a single orgasm, and it thrills me to know I had a hand in creating that, so to speak.
The fact there’s so damn much of it has an effect on me, making me incredibly horny. The idea that he wants me that much, that my touch can produce that much of a physical reaction from him, is even more intoxicating than the whiskey. I haven’t had an orgasm in a week, and I’m so ready to forget about the bullshit and just give in to some pure pleasure of the flesh.
“My turn now.”
Ty turns to me with an intensity that turns me on even more. This man has just come, but I see fire in his eyes as if he were starved for sex. I refuse to let go of his cock as he deftly removes his T-shirt, careful not to make a mess. He surveys our surroundings and sees the only other car still there, a safe distance in front of us.
He reaches over and plays with my breasts, through my shirt. My nipples form stiff, eager peaks as I succumb to his touch, the strain already beginning to ease from my mind. Minutes later, he unsnaps and unzips my jeans, sliding his hand into my panties. I’m ridiculously wet when his finger slips into my slit, and I gasp audibly when he grazes my clit. He deftly alternates between massaging the nub and penetrating me with his finger, spending a few delicious seconds on each, back and forth. I’m so ripe for an orgasm that I get there embarrassingly fast, grabbing his forearm with both hands as I buck against his palm, trying as best I can to stifle my scream.
I lie there, eyes closed, my body vibrating in the back of his truck. My hands are still gripping Ty’s arm, and his fingers are deliciously sliding along the sides of my lips, avoiding direct contact with my clit. I hear a car engine start and open my eyes to see the headlights of the other car come on. Still in an orgasm haze, I watch as it slowly pulls away toward the exit.
Turning to Ty, I say, “I hope I didn’t scare them off.”
“You weren’t that loud,” he says.
Only now do I notice his cock, still protruding from his zipper. It’s now standing straight up, despite his having come just a few minutes ago. I take it in my hand and find it hard as a rock.
I look up, into his eyes, squeezing him in my grip. In that moment, we share the most intense exchange of stares I’ve ever been a part of.
“Get naked for me,” Ty commands, his voice urgent.
I take a quick look around the empty parking
lot, then at the small concession building which is several hundred feet behind us. Even if someone there were looking, the cab of the truck would block their view. I’m not even sure why I checked, because I think I would have obeyed that voice even if cars were parked right next to us.
I let go of his cock and peel off my shirt, then unclasp my bra and remove it. The warm summer air feels heavenly against my exposed skin. Working quickly, with only the vaguest notion of what Ty has in mind, I slip off my shoes and slide out of my jeans. Turning toward him on my side in the chair, I give him a sexy pose.
“Better?” I ask, teasingly.
“Give me your panties.”
I make a show of easing them down my legs, then hand them to him. I’m now totally naked in a very public place, and despite the big orgasm I just had, I’m insanely excited. Ty climbs out of his chair, his hard cock seemingly calling the shots now.
He kneels next to my chair, then takes my arm and pulls.
“Get up.”
I look around, then stand. He immediately buries his face between my legs, licking and sucking as I gasp out loud. This is surreal. I’ve never done anything remotely this exhibitionistic in my entire life, and it’s thrilling to have my pussy eaten in this manner.
Ty only spends a minute or two down there, then grabs my hips and spins me around, facing away from him.
“Give me your hands,” he orders.
I do as told and feel him wrapping something around my wrists, binding them together. It dawns on me that he’s tied my hands with my own panties, and I instantly slip further into a willing, subservient mindset. I’m so insanely excited that I would do anything Ty asks right now.
That thought is confirmed when he pulls me toward the back of the truck.
“Kneel down.”
When I do, he pushes me against the tailgate, bending me over it. He kneels behind me and I hear him undo his pants, then I feel that rock-hard cock pushing into me. No condom, but I don’t even care. I just want to get fucked right now, right here.
And Ty delivers.
He holds my biceps as he works his hips back and forth, impaling me over and over. I look down at the dirt surface of the parking lot as I’m getting fucked. Ty continues to drive into me, eventually releasing my arms and grabbing my hips. I feel my belly against the warm metal of the truck, my tits hanging over the edge. Suddenly my hair is pulled back, hard, and in front of me I see giant metallic creatures fighting on the screen.
I moan first, or at least I think I do. Ty is hammering away at me now, pounding me hard as he pulls my hair. I’m surprised when I realize that I’m close to coming again, and my moans increase.
“Harder.” It’s my voice I hear saying it. “Fuck me harder.”
Ty only lasts a few more vicious strokes before he pulls out and groans, and I feel his warm liquid land on my bound hands and my ass. A few seconds pass as he finishes, while I’m still bent over the tailgate. Then I feel two fingers slowly push into me, searching for my G-spot, while his other hand reaches for my front. He finds my clit and I’m suddenly being massaged inside and out.
The idea that this is happening to me outside in the back of his truck—that I’m tied up and have just been fucked hard, and am now being inched closer to orgasm—is all I can think about. Yet I’m not the slightest bit concerned about being seen by anyone. I don’t care, I just want to come again now, and I’m almost there when the finger disappears from my clit. Then I feel it on my still-bound hands, sliding through the slippery liquid he just deposited there. A second later, the finger is on my clit again, gliding silkily over the surface. When I realize what he’s doing, my orgasm is instantaneous.
Usually when I’m lucky enough to come twice this close together, the second one is smaller, like an aftershock. Not this one, though. It’s an even more powerful earthquake, and this time I’m unable to contain the scream that escapes my lips. I thrash against the tailgate as Ty coaxes a massive orgasm from my G-spot, or my clit, or whatever, I can’t even tell anymore. All I feel are the huge spasms racking my body, and I’m only vaguely aware of how loud I am.
As I slowly come down, one thought remains: That was the most incredible orgasm ever.
Ty’s fingers ease out of me and he unbinds my wrists, then uses his T-shirt to clean off my hands as much as possible. From the corner of my eye, I see a flash of light and turn to find it’s coming from the concession stand. Someone is pointing a flashlight in our direction, though it’s too far away to illuminate us.
“Get dressed. We’d better get out of here.”
After the elation of that orgasm, I’m immediately thrust into the excitement of a getaway. I don’t bother with my panties and get my jeans on as fast as possible while Ty tucks his cock away and zips back up. He jumps out of the truck bed and opens the driver’s door.
“Hurry, someone’s coming,” he says. Looking up, I see the flashlight bobbing as somebody begins to make their way to the truck. I let out a squeal as I grab my shirt and jump out of the truck, jumping topless and barefoot into the passenger seat as a shirtless Ty starts the engine. I can barely make out the face of a young man walking towards us when Ty slams the truck into gear and leaves a cloud of dust behind us.
I’m laughing so hard as we exit the drive-in that I still haven’t had a chance to put my shirt on. The tires squeal when we reach the pavement of the road, and I try to find the bottom of the shirt.
“Leave it off,” Ty says. “I don’t want you to cover those tits again till morning.”
I obey my man, giving us both a thrill as we drive back into town.
The first motel we see is beyond sleazy looking. It’s run-down and dirty, and when he pulls into the parking lot I can’t help but think how perfect it is. Ty parks safely across from the office.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t put that shirt on unless you see somebody coming,” he says as he exits the truck.
I sit there, still buzzing from the alcohol and the sex in public and the almost-getting-caught. Looking around the little parking lot, I see nobody. It doesn’t take long before Ty returns, an old-school key in his hand. No fancy modern keycards at this dump.
He drives to the door of our room, and I get out of the truck when he does. It’s not even midnight in this little town and there’s not a soul in sight. Ty opens the door and lets me in.
The room is stale and smells of cigarettes and despair. Perfect.
“I have to pee,” I say as I duck into the grimy little bathroom.
I don’t bother putting my pants back on as I emerge a moment later to find the room is empty. Through the open front door, I see Ty walking out to the truck. The alcohol in me decides it’s a great idea for me to follow him out into the night, naked.
He’s getting the bags out of the truck when I reach him.
“Here, I’ll take mine,” I say.
Ty turns and sees me. Grinning, he says, “Aren’t you the brave one?”
Before I can answer, he drops the bags and wraps his arms around me, pinning me against the truck as he kisses me passionately. I know I’m out here with no clothes, and don’t even care as I kiss him back. Everything about this night has been so incredibly exciting that I don’t want it to ever end.
Eventually we make our way back to the room without being seen, then we stay up another couple of hours having the most intense sex Ty and I have had so far. At some point, exhausted, we both slip into a deep sleep.
***
I wake up first, cracking open an eye to see Ty’s handsome face next to mine, razor stubble dotting his chin. Surprisingly, I only feel a little hungover. I know I drank quite a bit, because I vividly recall the absurd things I did the previous night.
As I think about what happened, though, I can’t say for certain I wouldn’t have done the same things if I’d been completely sober. I was that excited.
I’m still conflicted about Ty, and will have to discuss his past with him soon. For now, though, I just want to lie here as long as po
ssible and think about our glorious drunken night together in… whatever town this is. I haven’t had that much fun in ages, and I’m know I’ve never been so uninhibited with a man before.
Ty brings out the dirty girl in me, and I adore him for that.
I just need to figure out whether I can trust him, too.
And maybe even whether I should be afraid of him.
Chapter 16
Ty
We get back to Linville late Monday afternoon. Jess has been more like her old self today, and much more affectionate than the last few days. She’s even playful, in a sexy way, talking about the details of our big night of semi-drunken sex.
As we pull into town, she says, “Hey, I have an idea.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go for a nice, relaxing swim in your pool, then grill some steaks on the patio.”
That sounds like a fantastic way to end our weekend together.
“I’m in.”
We get a couple of steaks from the supermarket, then stop by the kennel to pick up Beau. As much as he likes hanging out with other dogs, he’s always thrilled to see me when I show up. This time, though, the fucker seems happier to see Jess than me.
Minutes after we arrive at the house, Jess and I are both naked in the pool. It’s almost dusk on a warm end-of-August day and the water temperature is just right. Before long, I’m inside of her. We fuck for a while, then she wraps her legs around my waist and I keep my hard-on buried in her as we kiss and talk. That eventually leads to more fucking, of course. This goes on for nearly an hour, till I’m about to burst. When I can’t stand it any longer, I pull out and she brings me the rest of the way with her hand, both of us watching as my result of my orgasm momentarily clouds the water before slowly dispersing.
To get her off, I lift Jess out of the water and set her butt on the warm concrete at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water. Then I bury my face between those legs, not letting up until her fingernails dig into the skin of my shoulders and she barely suppresses her scream.
Afterward, I suggest we put on some clothes while we make dinner, but Jess talks me out of it.
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