In part 1, Rick and Carol met for drinks. They were good friends in high school... but a little get together became something more. But the night is still young...
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I lay there in the back of Carol's rented Tahoe, panting. Carol had basically just had her way with me. She'd given me a blow job, frankly one of the most exciting blow jobs I'd ever gotten. On top of that, we were in the parking lot of our old high school, we could see practically the whole campus from our little dark corner of the main lot, and there I had been getting a blow job from one of my best friends in high school. Who just happened to be a woman I had fantasized about on several occasions. Okay, more than several.
After a few glorious minutes, she'd stopped. I thought we were going to continue our journey back to her hotel. Carol had other plans. She fucked my brains out. Got on top of me and rode me hard, like that had been her plan the whole time. But I'm pretty sure it wasn't. The problem was, we had gotten condoms, but she'd asked me not to use them. "Just please don't cum," she'd said. Meanwhile the need built inside me. Part of me couldn't believe I hadn't, it had taken real effort not to while she slammed herself up and down on me, with her gorgeous body writhing all over me and her breasts in my face. But I'd done it. I'd resisted the urge long enough for her to get her rocks off.
She lay next to me, similarly panting, trying to regain her breath. I looked at her again. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing steadily in and out. She had a very peaceful, happy look on her face. She was smiling lightly and a little stress seemed to have drained from her features. I wondered how long it had been since she'd had sex. It'd been a little while for me. I glanced down at my still hard dick. I still felt very positive about this whole experience. Even if it ended right now, it'd been a hell of a time. I still felt good from being inside her, being ridden by her.
I thought about how we were in high school. Talking everyday, hanging out after school, going to each others different events for support. I went to her soccer games, she went to my baseball games. I watched her sing in the music group, she watched me in a few plays. We talked on the phone all the time. Not necessarily every night, but a lot. I had always thought she was pretty, even told her what a knockout she was on a few occasions. But somehow, that was all it had ever been. We were very good friends, but nothing more than that.
Of course, a few times I had come close to asking her out or telling her that I thought maybe we had something special. But I never did, and she never expressed any special feelings for me either. Beyond friendship. We both had known and even told each other we had a special friendship, but there hadn't been any declarations of a romantic type.
Being a hormone fueled teenager, I'd most certainly spent some time... thinking about Carol. She was a knockout, what was I supposed to do? I thought about a lot of the girls in high school, so there hadn't been any reason to draw any special conclusions just because her looks sent my blood pressure spiking.
Being here, now though, it felt right. Really right.
Carol opened her eyes and I kissed her on the lips. She playfully pushed me away, then said, "Get a condom." Almost instantly, I went from semi-soft to being hard again. God damn, I needed to cum so badly. Looking around, I confirmed that the coast was clear. We were still alone in the deserted parking lot. It was summertime. It was 1 am. We were alone.
I opened up the rear passenger door and got out, stark naked. It felt good to be out in the fresh air. I felt the sweat blow off me from a light breeze. It felt good to be walking around naked, hard. Like I was doing something dirty.... which I guess we were. I opened up the front passenger door and grabbed the box of condoms and retrieved one. I took another look around and then got into the back area again with Carol.
She was... patiently waiting for me. To say the least. She was facing the front window, facing the school. On her hands and knees, bent down so her head was resting on a small pile of my clothes. Her butt pointing high in the air. Inviting me. This being a big SUV, the ceiling was high, but even so, I wasn't going to have a ton of vertical room. I crawled behind her and admired her nice round butt.
