It's been said that necessity is the mother of invention. I sometimes wonder if the automobile wasn't built entirely for transportation, but also to get couples out of the way so they could find someplace more private to fool around.
In my younger years, post high-school, I was living at home and running around the city with varied friends of mine. One night, a group of us had gone to an all-night restaurant, heavily populated with high-schoolers and folks a couple of years out. This is where I first seriously laid eyes on Christine.
Christine (or Chrissy to some friends) was a statuesque girl with medium brown hair -- not that rich dark shade, but not light. Blue eyes, a nice smile, an athletic body, and a set of D cup breasts that made many guys turn and look at her. I'd known of her when I was a senior in high school; years later, I did a double-take when she came in with a friend and sat down in the booth next to mine.
Our table and hers chatted back and forth between ordering food and eating, and at one point, Chrissy threw an empty pack of cigarettes at my head in an attempt to be funny. I threw it back at her with the comment, "Maybe you should put your phone number on it if you're going to throw it at me."
It came sailing back about a minute later, with her phone number written inside the flip-top. Sometimes, I'm simply amazed at what works and what doesn't.
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I called Chrissy the next afternoon, being an incredibly horny young man, and she took me up on the offer of going out that evening. Seeing as how she was 19 and I was 20, we didn't have much chance of going out drinking -- that hadn't even crossed our minds. Instead, we opted for going to get coffee at a local cafe downtown, spending the evening talking and reminiscing over stupid high school shit that folks will reminisce over.
The cafe closed at midnight, and we headed back to her car, a Dodge Omni-type hatchback. It was something like an Omni, if memory serves correctly. I'm very sure it was a hatchback, but we'll get to that later.
We got in the car and started driving, beginning the age-old ritual of joyriding and smoking cigarettes. We tooled around the city and the surrounding suburbs, enjoying each other's company and the music on the radio, with the occasional hand on the other person's leg. Nothing too risque at this point.
Our travels finally brought us to the lake, and to the beach. The beachfront area in my city is somewhat developed, with a few shops and a sprawling park, as well as restaurants and an ice cream parlor. That night, there were only a few cars in the local parking lot as we made our way over to a remote corner of the lot and turned the car off.
Chrissy and I talked for a little bit; I couldn't even tell you what it was about, given how long ago it was. I finally got the nerve to see what would happen, and leaned in with a kiss. She kissed me back, and it was warm and wonderful. We made out for a few minutes, with me occasionally squeezing one of her boobs through her shirt. She smelled heavenly, and it was indescribable to bite her neck. That's a taste, as silly as this sounds, that you can't really experience too many times in your life.
The concept of getting caught by anyone went right out the window as I unsnapped her jeans and she lifted her ass to allow me passage to her. I slid my hand into the front of her panties and found her to be soaked. Without hesitation, I slid two fingers into her, deep, getting a moan of satisfaction as the okay to continue. I fingered her deep, playing with her clit every so often, wanting to keep her going but not to make her cum...yet.
She had her head over my left shoulder when she whispered, "I think we have to go." I pulled back and looked at her as she looked at me, then past me. I turned to see a carload of guys about two spots over, giving me the thumbs-up.
