Tommy fell back against the car, his shoulders braced against the top of the door-frame. His loins humped at Carmen's face, his prick fucking in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, man!" His forelock had fallen over his eyes.
Carmen made munching sounds as she sucked. She bobbed her head up and down furiously. Liz could see the teen's prickhead jab the insides of Carmen's cheeks and thought she could see his cockhead expand Carmen's throat.
Liz couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was terribly excited and terribly nervous. Oh, come quick, Tommy, she thought, before somebody comes along and catches us all.
Carmen grabbed the youth's balls, massaging them while she sucked. Tommy's head wobbled, his eyes covered by his auburn hair.
"Mmmm!" Carmen moaned. "Mmmmmm!" She twisted and turned her head, sucking the teen's cock as if she was a dog yanking at a sock.
"Oh, oh mannn!" Tommy groaned. "Oh, I'm gonna come! Uh, oh, Jesus!" He let out a long, breathy moan. His skinny body shivered. He bucked his loins, his knuckles turning white as they clenched his apron.
Carmen cooed, making slurping, sucking, munching sounds. She swallowed, rings of contractions passing down her throat.
In moments, it was all over. The teen's gleaming prick flopped out of Carmen's mouth, a few drops of cum flicking down onto the asphalt of the parking lot. He yanked up his pants, dropped his apron, and ran away, red as the dawn.
"I don't believe it. I just don't believe it."
Carmen laughed. "Calm down, darling." She leaned her elbow out the car window, driving with one hand.
They had been on the road for about five minutes. Carmen was driving leisurely around town now, apparently in no hurry to get anywhere. She even was stopping for stop signs.
"But what if somebody would have seen you?"
"Why do you think I parked in back of the store? Who goes back there but winos?"
"Delivery people, for one," Liz said.
Carmen simpered, shaking her head. "Darling, you're just too tight. Loosen up. You only live once."
"But you can get arrested for messing around with teens like that." Liz had begun to worry about Glen. One reason Liz had accompanied Carmen in her grocery shopping was to discuss what had happened yesterday. Liz had gone to sleep last night feeling elated and secure. She had awakened this morning, worried.
Carmen accelerated over a dip in the road. The car flew. Liz felt her stomach rise. Carmen squealed like a giddy schoolgirl.
"Relax, honey. I've had years of experience with teens. I can read their minds. I can tell the dangerous ones a mile away." She smiled confidently. Her black hair flew behind her in the wind like fine streamers of black silk. She had unraveled her braids since Liz had last seen her and her hair was perfectly straight now.
"I don't share your confidence," said Liz. "I really wish you wouldn't keep pulling things like that when you're around me."
"Liz, Liz, Liz, I do believe you're jealous. If we would have had more time, you could have had a taste of him, too." She licked her lips. "He had the sweetest cum, and his cock was a little sweaty from his working. Mmmm, I love guys with a little sweat on them. Don't you?"
"I wouldn't know," Liz said. "And I'm not jealous. Tell me, what happens if Glen decides to tell his friends about what happened yesterday? And what if Tommy starts talking about this afternoon? Even this afternoon, I'm an accessory."
"Darling, you talk as if we're murderers. Trust me, nothing will happen. I tell you, I know my guys. Darling, I've tasted hundreds, maybe thousands."
Liz believed that last sentence. "You might find Fullerton boys somewhat different from Chicago boys."
"Boys are boys," Carmen said. "And boys will be boys wherever they are. They care more about their cocks than they do about their mothers. Like I said, some of them you shouldn't tamper with, but most of them are all right. You just have to know how to spot the all right ones. It comes with experience."
Liz crossed her arms and sank back in her seat. Arguing with Carmen was hopeless. Would she ever be able to talk some sense into Carmen's head? If not, Liz would just have to avoid her – and hope that nothing would ever come of the two potential tragedies Carmen had brought upon her thus far. Too bad, because she still rather liked Carmen.
Liz turned away, watching the trees go by. They were near Fullerton Park now, a huge park, half the size of the city itself. Since the cost of maintaining so large a park was great, the city left three-quarters of the park in its natural untouched state – a sort of wilderness area. Liz mentioned this to Carmen.
Carmen said, "I bet the park is just full of little love nests for the teenagers."
Liz blushed. "Is that all you think about?" Carmen was right, though. Half the high school population would disappear into Fullerton Park after school every afternoon. Liz remembered many secret trails and hiding places in the woods from her own high school days. In fact, Fullerton Park was the place where Liz had lost her virginity.
Carmen made a sudden turn and they were driving in the park. Sunlight blazed down through the tall old trees. The scent of some blossom was in the air. For the first time since last year, Liz was conscious of a summery feeling. After a long winter, and a cold wet spring thus far, she had almost forgot that summer existed. The day was warm, in the mid-seventies. Liz closed her eyes and stretched, dreaming of a secluded beach in the tropics. She felt herself dozing off.
Carmen shook her by the shoulder. "Liz, are you sleeping?"
"What?" For a moment Liz didn't know where she was. That sunny beach, that blue-green surf, those rustling palm leaves – all faded. Dim forest light filtered into her consciousness.
"Sorry to wake you, dear, but we've got a passenger. Get out so he can slip in between us, will you?"
Liz dragged herself out of the car.
"Howdy," said the long-haired, barechested young man waiting to get into the car. He had wind-blown blond hair, blue eyes, and very white teeth. He looked to be in his teens, and despite his hippy-like appearance, he reminded Liz of Lonnie, her son.
"Hello," Liz said, wondering where he had come from.
The teen smiled nicely. Then, without another word, he slid into the car next to Carmen. Liz noticed that he was barefooted. In fact, all he was wearing was a pair of tight, low-riding, extremely worn jeans.
"I'm Carmen," Carmen said, "and this here is Liz."
"I'm Pete. Glad to meet both of you. Thanks for the ride. It's a long walk downtown."
"Our pleasure," Carmen said and they were off. A few minutes later Carmen had stopped to admire a cherry tree in blossom. Instead of heading back toward downtown she had driven deeper into the park. She switched off the ignition.
Liz's stomach contracted. She sensed what Carmen was up to. She wanted to say something, but Carmen had been talking nonstop to Pete, and Pete seemed to enjoy listening to her. She felt left out of whatever was happening and a captive audience to it. The thought occurred to her that she ought to slide out of the car and just walk away.
Neither Carmen nor the teen would notice. Then Liz wouldn't have to watch Carmen seduce the young man.
Carmen's arm was draped around the teen's naked shoulders. Her fingernails scratched gently up and down the teen's brown back muscles, leaving momentary trails of pink on the skin. The teen began to breath deeply. His periodic laughs began sounding self-conscious. Liz looked down at his crotch where a large tent had suddenly grown.
That does it! Liz thought. She couldn't stand another moment of this. She would leave. Good riddance, Carmen!
Carmen and the teen were kissing, Carmen biting up and down his brown neck, the teen moaning. Carmen's hand caressed the youth's chest and roved up and down his skinny abdomen. Her other hand ran through his long hair. The teen's cock jerked in his pants. The scent of his sweat filled the car.