My lips were still pleasantly tingling from the feeling of Len's cock sliding in between them just a few hours before. As I fell asleep, I gently licked them and thought I'd tasted some more of the viscous liquid that had me so excited.
The next day, Wednesday, just three days before graduation, Len stopped me in the hall right after homeroom, under a banner that read "Congratulations Class of 1973!" (His name was actually Lionel (named for Barrymore, the actor), but since that had so many toy train connotations, everyone except his parents called him Len.)
"Can you give me a ride home after school?"
"Sure. Why? What happened to your car?"
"I had to lend it to my dad today. He's flying to Chicago for a meeting or something and he needed it to get to the airport. I'll be without wheels until Friday night when he comes home."
After a second or two he added, "Geez, I hope I didn't leave a wet spot!"
"Don't worry, I think I found every drop."
"Yeah, I really wanted to talk to you about that."
"Hey, me too, but I gotta get to English. I'm sorry about your car, though. I was hoping you could give me a lesson in how use a stick later," I kidded him salaciously, making a small hand movement.
His eyes widened as he managed to only briefly stare at my boobs. Then as he surreptitiously reached down to adjust himself in his jeans I knew the effect my words and my body were having on his libido.
Actually, his reaction caused a sudden, slight gush of juice in my pussy! I guessed what we'd studied in physics was true, Newton's action-reaction law, that is.
"I'll meet you at the gate at a quarter to. OK?"
"Great. Thanks. See you then."
The rest of the day I could only think of one thing: putting his cock back in my mouth. Of course, after the previous night's late phone call I'd had with my best friend Lisa, new concepts emerged. They included deep throating (It seemed every week someone else was coming out saying that the movie
Deep Throat
either had or did not have redeeming moral value.), the texture of his cock's skin, the size of his cock, and how exactly his semen smelled. Lisa had told me she though it was smelly. I didn't think it was, at least not in a bad way. It was strong, but wonderfully masculine and exciting. I spent the rest of the day in a state of constant arousal. I was glad that we had no more gym as I was sure the other girls would see my panties were soaked through and through with pussy juice.
As the day developed, the school and my panties became unbelievably damp. The weather had the intelligence to finally let it go, just before the end of the school day. (I was hoping to do the same soon too.) Though it was only half past three, it became very dark outside. The clouds broke just as Len and I were walking to my car in the student parking lot, the one furthest from the school.
I normally wore clothing with a design towards hiding, as best I could, my slight frame topped with my very large bust, usually large loose jackets or sweaters over other loose fitting clothing. But in these hot, humid summer days I had to wear clothing for comfort and that day I remember wearing one of those shirt dresses popular at the time. It was white with medium sized blue polka dots. It came with a belt, but that just emphasized my bust so I never wore it. In general I was pretty comfortable in what looked like a long man's dress shirt.
When the rain turned into a downpour halfway to my car we both scrambled to my Plymouth Belvedere, circa 1965, a car that required a mooring line when parking. On the plus side it did have those very wide front and back seats, in case you wanted to take a nap — or do anything else one might desire to do horizontally — in the vehicle.
By the time we got into my car Len and I were completely soaked, as though we had just stepped out of a swimming pool, clothes and all. At this point the vinyl seats were a mixed blessing. Nothing soaked into the seats, but the humidity and heat made them noisy and quite uncomfortable, especially for a girl in a shirt dress whose bare legs were sticking to the plastic.
The water made the thin cotton cling to my dress in such a way that you could see every curve of the faux lace in my bra under it. From way over on the other side of the car I could see Len starring closely at my chest, simultaneously adjusting his jeans. I found the fact that he could get excited just by looking at my chest very stimulating, so much so that those sensations returned to my pussy and I realized I was unconsciously tensing and then relaxing my inner thighs and butt. In fact, if I'd been a guy I think I would have been adjusting my jeans too!
The water had also made Len's shirt cling to his chest and, though he'd never win a bodybuilding contest, it looked taut, firm, and muscular. I suddenly wanted to rip the shirt right off his body.
As if reading my thoughts he said "I really appreciate this ride. I know it's out of the way and you must have a lot of stuff to do." And with that he slid noisily towards me.
"It's OK," I responded. Then, after a pause where I attempted to calm my raging hormones, I started the engine. Just as a crack of thunder rumbled through the dark sky, the radio came on playing Stevie Wonder's "You Are the Sunshine of My Life." We laughed at its incongruous timing; it was a great natural tension breaker.
Returning to my immediate goal, I said, "I was hoping that you could give me a lesson in how to use a manual transmission."
"But, Constance, this is an automatic."
As I began to unbuckle his belt I said, "Maybe you can show me on your stick. Here, let me get it out."
"Are you sure? Right here in the parking lot?"
"It's raining so hard, no one's gonna be able to see a thing," I answered, gently pulling his very hard cock out of his pants. In the light it was even more beautiful than I remembered it from the previous night.
I wrapped my hand around it. It felt warm, a little damp, but firm and very sexy. After a few strokes I leaned over to see it up close. There was a bunch of clear liquid at the tip. Lisa had told me it was called pre-seminal fluid. I remembered tasting it and there was very little taste, it was just a little salty. But I also remembered how it had lubricated my lips as I moved his cock in and out of my mouth, the wonderful feeling so sensuous and exciting.
I licked it up off the head of his cock and a tiny tremor made my body shiver. I wanted to suck him. In fact, I wanted to learn more about his cock, his balls, and all the exciting things they enjoyed. But I also wasn't sure the student parking lot was the best place for this lesson.
Letting up the parking brake I put the car in drive and, with one hand on the wheel and one on Len's stick, drove to his house. It was such a turn on, driving along our familiar country roads with his hard cock in my hand. I loved it.
"Could you play with yourself?"
"No way."
"For me?"
He shook his head.
"Come on," I pleaded, "just a little. It'll help me know what I should do to it. You know that last night was the first time I'd even seen one. Please."
