Fifteen minutes later, Stan pulled into the parking space next to Karen. As he turned off the car, Allison tried to adjust her dress and come down from an amazing sexual high.
In her heart of heart, she knew that she had become somewhat prudish over the past few years. In fact, sex had become almost unappealing. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sex with Randi. In fact, he was an excellent lover. It just had become something she unconsciously avoided.
Tonight, however, she was being anything but prudish, probably because she was drunk, horny and letting someone else make the decisions. After throwing her panties out the window, Stan began playing with her but soon had to return to driving. He then told Allison to start playing with herself.
Always self conscious about masturbating, Allison began playing with her legs close together. Stan had taken his hand of the wheel long enough to pull her legs apart telling her he wanted to see what she was doing. She let him spread her legs and began furiously playing with herself, surprised at how turned on she was.
Now, as Stan turned off the car, she wondered what was going to happen. Obviously, she could call it a night. Stan was obviously not going to try to force himself on her. Her decision seemed to be made for her as she got out and looked into Karen’s car. Inside, she could see Karen and Jim making out. Jim’s hand was between her legs and the memory of Stan’s hand flooded back to her. She found herself aroused by both the memory and watching another couple going at it.
“Do you like watching, Allison,” Stan said, startling her as he moved in behind her. His hands moved quickly and he began playing with her again.
“I don’t know,” Allison said.
“Are you always this dishonest with yourself,” Stan asked.
“What do you mean,” she replied a little harshly.
“You are in a very excited state watching my friend play with your friend’s pussy,” Stan said. “Yet, you SAY you are unsure whether you like watching. Obviously, you are lying about your feelings. The only question is whether you are unaware of your desires and interests or ashamed of them.”
Allison was uncomfortable with Stan’s answer, mostly because it rang true. Excited and drunk, it was hard to keep all those defenses in place that helped her keep her sexual life “normal.” No weird things. No giving in to emotions. Keeping everything in balance and in perspective. How many times had she rebuffed Randi’s advances or told him “those” types of things didn’t interest her?
“Are you still interested in being with a man who does whatever he wants with you,” Stan asked, interrupting her thoughts.
“Excuse me.”
“Still interested in being a slut for an evening or have you turned into a pumpkin and want me to drive you home,” Stan replied.
“I don’t want to go.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Stan smiled, although she couldn’t see his face. His hand retreated from between her legs and he slowly moved between Allison and Karen’s car. Inside, Jim was frantically working Karen’s pussy and her moans could be heard even through the closed window. Stan knocked on the window and Karen looked up to see Stan. She didn’t seem startled or ashamed to see him. Rather, the look was similar to a slow realization of one’s surroundings when one wakes up after a thoroughly enjoyable nap.
“Have you ever watched a person have oral sex, Allison,” Stan asked as the driver’s window of Karen’s car slowly rolled down.
