He stopped the car behind an old garage. It looked dark and quiet all around, like nobody would be coming by. It made Kelly feel sexy to be there with him.
"Or are you still sweating calling your Mom?" he said. "You have to check in with her if you're going to be a few minutes late?"
She laughed softly. "Well, I'm not afraid... no. I showed them to you once, didn't I? Wasn't my fault if you can't drive good enough to keep the car in the road and look at them at the same time, is it? And don't worry about me calling my folks. That's cool. Just worry about your eyes if you can't see any better than that."
It was David's turn to be on the defensive. She was certainly a sharp-tongued little number, he was finding out. But he liked the direction their cat-and-mouse game was taking. He was getting the hots for her so bad he could taste it, too.
"Maybe I didn't get a very good look at them," he exclaimed, sliding across the seat toward her, "but you better believe I'll sure feel 'em good."
He ran his hand adeptly under her loose-bottomed shirt and was rewarded with a handful of some of the smoothest, firmest titty-skin he'd ever felt.
"David!" she exclaimed. "What the hell do you think you're doing, anyway? You just better..."
But he cut her short. "Hey, wait a minute, love," he told her, his voice rich and sexy, "aren't you the chick that just said she wasn't interested in me? Honey, if you mean what you said then you ought to be able to let me put my hands on you without even getting the least bit hot and bothered -- right? Of course, on the other hand, if you are beginning to go for me a little..."
He was confusing her. And not only with his words. He had a full hand on one of her tits now and she still hadn't done anything about it. And with his other hand he was already unbuttoning her shirt!
His handsome face was looming over her now, just inches away from the smoothness of her cheeks and lips. Her voice was quieter this time, and tinged with an edge of frank arousal.
"Can anybody see us here?" she asked guardedly. "Will there be anybody passing by here?"
Her lips were soft and moist, only inches below the hard lines of his own mouth. He raised his forearms, spreading the front of her shirt wide open, and put his other hand on her other tit.
"Not a chance, baby," he said huskily. "Not a chance. I know this place well."
And his lips fell on hers. She stubbornly kept them closed, even going so far as to make them firmer. The only result was that her cute little turned-up nose became even cuter than usual. The heat and wetness of his lips on hers was too much for her to fight for very long. Gradually she felt her lips begin to tremble softly, as though unable to withstand any more contact without giving in and doing what they wanted to do. The trembly feeling floated down and seemed to take control of her entire torso. She felt her sensitive tits shake under his firm grip and knew a brand new thrill, different and more exciting than when her dad touched her there.
Her long lashes fluttered as she felt him draw her in. The hard buttons of his shirt pressed into her succulent, pneumatic tits and suddenly his arms were behind her, forcing her closer to his body. But force was becoming less and less necessary. The little plan she'd worked out in the back of her mind was coming true -- at last she was getting the thrill of having new hands on her young, naked curves. And they were the hands of a handsome guy her own age instead of her lecherous father's hands. It felt great to have Dad's there usually -- but the feeling of having a strange male touch her secret places was even more exciting than that.
She allowed him to squirm facing her. He buried his face in her neck and the sensation of his hot, wet lips kissing her up and down its length was fantastic. If she hadn't been completely sure before, she was becoming so very rapidly. But she was still holding out for what she wanted. She wasn't about to let David call all the shots -- even if he was the second male to ever get her this hot in her entire life.
She felt his mouth open against her skin before she heard his words come out.
"Sonofabitch," he whispered passionately, "I take it all back, Kelly. You got the finest set of jugs I ever had my hands on. I mean it... Jesus, are you ever built!"
It was dark in the car but Kelly knew in her mind's eye what he was talking about. She should have. She had spent enough time staring at the naked beauty of those same tits herself. It wasn't that they were so gigantic, she knew, but rather that they were so perfectly formed that they stood high and proud on her chest with the fullest succulence and the tautest, prettiest little nipples imaginable.
David dropped his face lower down her torso, past her collar bone and still heading south. She knew damned well he must be about to plaster his mouth on one of her beauties and couldn't wait to feel it. In seconds his tongue was avidly working on a hard, hot little nipple.
To his surprise, she not only allowed it but urged him on. He felt her hands on the back of his head, firmly but gently pressing his face to her damp skin. But just when he was enjoying an entire mouthful of tit, he felt her hands pushing him down still farther.
Astonished at her actions, he balked for a second.
"Hey, what gives?" he asked.
"Now that you're in my clothes," she breathed huskily, "I want your mouth on more of me than just my tits, David. What's the matter -- haven't you ever eaten a chick out before?"
Chapter Five
Her words galvanized him on the spot. He hadn't expected her to be so experienced. David thought he was pulling something over on the girl by getting his mouth on her tits, and here she was insisting that he lick her snatch for her!
It galled him that she had turned his challenge back at him and accused him of being afraid to do something.
"Sure, baby," he said, trying to get back the upper hand, "I've eaten plenty of chicks out. I was gonna get to that in a minute. But shit, first I want to..."
"Why wait around?" she demanded. She had him going now and she loved it. "You must not have done it to too many chicks if you can't tell when one wants it."
David had been stretching the truth when he said he had licked a lot of girls' pussies. Now Kelly went him one better. Before he could reply to her she said, "Most guys can tell a girl wants to have her pussy licked without her having to say it. Can't you smell it, Romeo? Most guys get a yen to go for it as soon as they smell it... I know you must be able to smell it 'cause I'm so hot and juicy I'm about to boil over down there."
It was a bald-faced lie. The only male to ever have his lips on her cunt was her own father. But she sure did love it. That part was the truth for sure.
David wasn't about to let himself be made a fool of. He had really only done it twice in his life before -- his usual practice was to get a girl's sweet lips on his organs. But this was no time to quibble. He could smell it, all right, and the sweet, slightly acrid scent was wafting up from between her legs like a heady gust of perfume. His prick was quaking like an animal inside his pants and dying for some attention, but it would have to wait.
He let his face fall below her tits and go down her tender stomach as he mumbled and kissed her thoroughly. At her navel, he slowed down and rasped, "Come on, lemme get your clothes off and get you naked. Spread your legs and lemme get your jeans down."
She was loving every second of his mouth and tongue on her body. She wanted to play it for all it was worth.
"Huh uh," she disagreed. "Do me a little through my jeans first and then go inside."
David was humiliated. He certainly didn't intend to lick the crotch of a chick's pants for her without even getting his lips on her meat. Not even one as cute and sexy as Kelly. He started to protest but she squelched it.