I spanked her several more times before I pulled her panties aside and felt
the heat and moisture of her arousal. I slid a finger into her smooth pussy and began thrusting gently. She sucked even deeper and added a little tongue-swirl at the top of each stroke. I lasted about thirty seconds after that, and she moaned softly as I filled her mouth with come.
Once I could think again, I started finger-fucking her while she nursed my cock. She squirmed in pleasure until her own tension reached the breaking point. I slid my finger as deep as I could and twitched the tip against her inner spot. She stiffened and groaned with her own climax.
When her orgasm subsided, she lay there for a moment and caught her breath. She whimpered when I gently withdrew my finger and tugged her panties back into place. Then she rested her head on my thigh and gazed up at me with a sleepy-eyed smile.
I grinned. “You don’t mind doing it in public once you get going.”
“What did you expect? Besides, you know I can’t resist when you point your penis at me.” She rolled her eyes and sighed, although her expression clouded after a moment. Out of the blue she asked, “Are you happy?”
“Am I what?”
“Happy. Are you happy, just doing this? Blowjobs and stuff, I mean.”
“Of course,” I said automatically. Then I thought about it. “Yeah, sure, I’d like to go all the way, but only when you’re ready.”
“Wren thinks I’m being silly.”
“What do you think?”
“I sort of agree with her,” she admitted. “About the physical part, at least.”
“How do you mean?”
“Your penis is pretty big. And I’m really small, especially down there.
But that’s just an excuse. I know it’ll fit.”
“It will. Trust me.”
“Oh, I know. Still, I get worried sometimes. I mean, it eventually started to feel good with Simon, but it was never what I’d call ‘great.’”
“Well, we’ll take our time and make sure you’re ready.”
“I know. I trust you. But I’m still nervous about it. Wren was telling me what it was like having you inside her. She was trying to get me worked up, but she just made things worse. I still want to do it,” she said quickly. “Don’t get me wrong—I totally want to feel you inside me—but… it was weird.”
“Weird how?” I said when she didn’t continue.
“Promise you won’t say ‘I told you so’?”
“Cross my heart.”
The engine had finally warmed up to the point where the vents were blowing hot air. Christy turned and looked at the console.
“This is probably gonna be a longer conversation,” she said. “And I know you: you like me nude for this kind of thing.”
My eyebrows rose. “I like you nude any time. But yeah, I like playing with you while we talk, especially if it’s about sex.”
“I know. I like it too. No one’s ever made me feel the way you do. You…
make me all warm and tingly inside, like I’m about to come, only constant.”
She closed her eyes and smiled at the thought. “That’s one of the reasons I like being nude around you, and sleeping nude. I feel vulnerable sometimes, especially when you make me spread my legs and expose myself, but I know you’d never make fun of me.” She shot me a guilty grin. “I’m chattering.”
“Not really.”
“I am,” she said. “And I’m stalling.” She sat up and began undressing. I watched in silence as she tossed her dress and bra into the back seat. She unfastened her garters, slid her dark panties over her legs, and refastened the clasps on her stockings.
“I know you like these,” she said. “They make me feel sexy, so I like wearing them.” She grinned at me from under her lashes. “I like picking out my underwear in the morning, especially when I know you’re going to see it.
It’s the same when I shave for you. I think about you doing things to me.”
She fell silent and closed her eyes for a moment. Her nostrils flared as she moistened her lips. “I get so worked up sometimes.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” I said hoarsely.
She opened her eyes and gazed at my dick, which was standing at attention. Again. She slid across the seat and into my arms, and we kissed like teenagers. After a moment I let my hands explore the curves of her small body. She practically quivered with sexual energy.
“Oh my gosh,” she panted at last. “I want you more than ever. But… we can’t.”
My poor hard-on wanted to howl in frustration.
“I know that isn’t what you want to hear,” Christy said as if she’d heard,
“but I’m still not ready. Well, part of me is, but I can’t listen to her.”
“Why not?” I cleared my throat. “I mean, I don’t want our first time to be in the back seat of a car—”
“Me neither.”
“—but there are a dozen hotels we could go to.”
She shook her head. “Not yet. And… I want it to be someplace ours when we do. Your bed or mine, it doesn’t matter.”
I nodded, in understanding if not agreement. The little head thought it was a stupid idea. The back seat of the Cruiser was fine by him. He could be such a romantic at times.
“Is it okay if we just talk?” Christy asked. “Well, more than that. I’m sure I’ll suck you off, but you know what I mean. We can’t go all the way.”
“If you say so.”
“I… say so. Thank you for understanding.” She kissed me again, short and full of heat. “Oh my gosh, I have to stop doing that, or I’m going to spread my legs right now.” She sighed. “Wren would be happy, but I don’t want our first time to include airplanes flying overhead and a seatbelt digging into my side.”
“Um, no,” I chuckled.
“I don’t know how you do it,” she said after a moment. “I remember back when we first started fooling around, you told me you were patient. I didn’t really believe it at the time, but now I see what you mean. You have the patience of Job. The problem is, the rest of you makes me wanna do naughty things.”
She wrapped her small hand around my cock and stroked it gently.
“Let’s find a hotel,” I rasped.
“No, I told you, I’m not ready.” She moved her hand from my cock to my leg. “Besides, I want our first time to mean something. We can do it wherever you want afterward. But the first time needs to be special. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Tonight I just want to talk. And suck.” She grinned. “And maybe play with myself a little. I know you like that.”
“Mmm.”
“Unh, I have to stop! I keep thinking how much I want to feel you inside me. But I’m not ready, dammit! Laugh all you like, Mr. Smug. I’m sure this is easy for you. You have sex all the time. Thirty women! Well, I’ve only done it with one—man, that is—and it was a big deal. So quit laughing at me!”
“I’m not laughing,” I said earnestly. “Just… grinning.”
“Sometimes I don’t like you very much,” she grumped.
“And other times… like now?”
“My dad was right about your smirk. But it makes me want to kiss you more than anything.”
“I can live with that.”
“Good, ’cause you’re stuck with me. If we go all the way, I’ll never let you go. You know that, right?”
“I’m starting to get the picture.”
“So you’d better be nice to me. I won’t be just another notch on your bedpost, number thirty-one.”
“I don’t want that,” I said as seriously as I could.
“At least we agree on something.”
“We agree on lots of things.”
“Right. So hush and let me tell you what I’ve been thinking. This isn’t easy for me.”
I nodded contritely.
“Better. Now, where was I?” She stretched out on the seat and returned her head to my thigh. Then she kissed my flagging erection and said to him,