I met Janice on one of those fuck apps that are so popular these days. I was still fucking my fuckbuddy, Rachel, but she was a boring fuck, and I wasn't that attracted to her, to begin with. I figured it couldn't hurt to see what might come from meeting Janice. I was a bit misleading in my bio, implying that I may be interested in a relationship when all I was looking for was a good piece of pussy.
Janice was one of only three women who were interesting enough to talk to. She had just moved to Charlottesville from Louisiana and didn't know anyone. We talked through the messenger included in the app for a day or two before exchanging numbers to text. Within another couple of days, we agreed to meet for lunch and see how things went.
I met Janice at a restaurant on a weekday afternoon. When I got to the restaurant and parked, I called to see where she was. It turned out I had parked beside her. She was getting out of her Chevy Impala as she answered the phone. We hadn't exchanged pictures, so I wasn't sure what to expect. When she was out of the car and standing, I was relieved. She had a beautiful body. She was skinny, nice shapely ass, and she had average tits. A solid c-cup was my guess.
I got out of my car, went over, and gave her a hug. Her face wasn't all that great, but I could deal with it. With a body like hers, I'd put up with a homely face after fucking a fat girl for a few months.
We had lunch and hit it off. Janice told me she had to meet the movers after lunch. They delivered the last of her stuff, then suggested meeting again later that evening. I hoped she wasn't trying to blow me off. I suggested a bar I was going to a lot, one of those tiki/sports bar places. She agreed to meet me there around 7:00 that evening. I wasn't sure if she would show up or not, but what could I do? I was going to be at the bar that night anyway. If Janice didn't show up, I would meet a few friends a little later in the night, around 9:00 or so, and have a few drinks.
I was already on my second beer when Janice showed up. I was glad she came, but I didn't want to introduce her to my friends. I had just under two hours to figure out a way to get us out of the bar without anyone I knew seeing us. We sat there and had a few drinks each. She was easy to get along with, and the more I drank, the more I wanted to fuck her. Finally, at about 8:30, I came out and just asked, "Do you smoke weed?"
"Not often, but I have," she replied.
"Would you mind if we took a little ride, so I can smoke a joint?" I asked.
"Not at all," she said, "will my car be ok here?"
"Yeah," I told her, "we won't be gone very long."
I paid the tab, and we went out to my car. It was already dark, perfect for finding a dirt road and burning one. I already had a few joints rolled, so I lit one when I hit the closest back road. Janice took a few pulls on it, coughing each time. As I drove around, we talked about all kinds of things.
I stopped at a little country store and asked if she needed anything, and she said no. I went in and got a pack of cigarettes and a twenty-two for each of us. When I got back to the car, I put the bag in the backseat and drove off. I went to a little place in the middle of nowhere. It was a landing zone for the local university's helicopter, Pegasus. There was a long driveway I could pull off on, and there wasn't a lot of light pollution from the nearby town. I parked and opened the sunroof, so we could see the stars. I grabbed the beer from the backseat, handed Janice hers, and we sat and talked.
After the beer was gone, I got out and put the empties in the trunk. When I got back in the car, the conversation had died. After a couple of minutes, I looked over at Janice. She was looking back at me. I couldn't help but notice her hips were slowly gyrating in her seat. She started to lean toward me. I put my arm around her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her. At first, we kissed each other timidly, but after a moment, her tongue found its way into my mouth. Almost immediately, my cock sprang to life. I put my arm around her back, pulling her to me, but the gearshift and emergency brake were in the way of her getting closer to me.
After about fifteen minutes, most of which she spent on the gearshift and e-brake, she pulled away from me. By now, my cock was throbbing, and I was hoping she was going to suggest we get in the backseat. Instead, she said, "You want to take me back to my car...."
I was shocked. Why did she want to leave all of a sudden? Luckily, she kept talking after a brief pause that seemed like an eternity. "...if you'd like, you can follow me back to my place. My roommate shouldn't care.
"Yeah, sure," I replied, starting the car.
The ride back to her car was pretty quiet, and I was glad we didn't have far to go. I noticed she kept discreetly gyrating in her seat and slowly running her hands up and down her thighs on the drive back. She wanted to fuck worse than I did. I dropped her off and followed her home, smoking another joint along the way. We got to her house around 11:00, and she showed me where to park, so I wasn't taking anyone's spot.
We went in, and her roommate was walking around talking to someone on the phone. Her roommate was fucking hot. She was wearing a short, somewhat tight nightgown that didn't quite cover her incredible ass cheeks. She looked a little upset that J had brought a guy home unannounced. J quickly showed me to the living room and then left. I assumed to apologize to her roommate. She wasn't gone long.
"Why didn't you find something to watch?" she asked.
"Because I'd rather be in your bedroom about to fuck you," I thought. "I don't like messin' with other people's stuff," I told her.
"You could have at least turned a light on," she said, laughing a little.
"The dark is fine," I said.
She came over and sat beside me on the couch, picking up a remote from the coffee table. I put an arm around her as she flicked through the channels. She stopped on an old episode of The X Files that was just coming on. "Is this ok?" she asked, looking over at me.
"Yeah, it's fine," I said, not caring what she stopped on since I was hoping we wouldn't be watching it very long anyway.
We ended up watching the entire episode, talking a little during commercials. Then another episode came on, and Janice seemed interested, so I wasn't sure what to do. My buzz was wearing off, so if she was going to sit and watch TV, I was going to leave. Thankfully, not long into the second episode, she looked over at me and said, "I don't like this episode."
As soon as she finished the sentence, she leaned forward and kissed me. She was definitely a passionate kisser. I started to caress her body slowly, trying not to cross any lines. After about fifteen minutes, I was timing the kiss based on the show. I moved my hand between her thighs. She didn't really respond at first. I was starting to think I wasn't going to get the chance to fuck her. A couple of seconds later, she slowly opened her legs a little more. I was relieved. When I got to her crotch, her jeans were damp. I put my hand over her pussy and pulled away from our kiss. "Your jeans are damp," I told her.
"Probably because my pussy has been wet since I was in your car," she replied.
"Damn, Janice, that was a while ago," I said.