"No, Ash. It's not you. I wasn't even really talking to you. When I was younger, as a kid, I was teased. A lot. I was just kind of like I am now. Wirey. Slim."
I started rambling, but with a purpose. Most of what I was telling her wasn't a lie. It all happened. I was teased and called names. I wasn't good at sports and some of the bully, jock type guys would call me a faggot. That wasn't what was happening here though. I was lying through my teeth to smooth over the moment, trying to back everything up to try and salvage the night.
"I was called gay because I didn't have a girlfriend and because I liked video games. They, the guys, the jerks, they would spread rumors that I spent my entire weekend taking turns being on my hands and knees with the other losers. I'm sorry, I just, I guess trauma comes up in the most random places sometimes and you didn't have anything to do with it. I just didn't expect it to come up there. I've been pretty good at being able to forget it but it was so unexpected that I slipped up. Ashley, I'm really sorry."
She doesn't respond. I continued driving.
After a few minutes of aimless driving I consider turning around and taking her home. The night started off bad and was saved by some bizarre left turns on my part, but maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe I needed to get my head straight before I could actually be with someone who isn't using me for sexual gratification.
"Why are you like this?" She speaks up at last as I turn my signal to go left and start to drive her home.
"Like what?" I hold my voice of any resentment and try to keep it purely a question.
"We haven't known each other very long but you're so hit and miss. One moment you're cool and hot and I want to get to know you more. Then, within the same five minutes, you're awkward and weird and I don't know why you're acting the way you do. I think you're into me and then I have no idea what you're thinking. I thought maybe if we went out-," I cut her off before she goes on too far.
"Ash, stop. No it's," I sigh and consider telling her the truth. I let the moment in time run like a flash through my mind. I'd tell her that I like her and it's what is causing all of this strangeness, or part of it. Then I tell her about losing my job and Aaron and how he wouldn't let me go for a month until I found something. After that I tell her about his offer, rejecting it, meeting her and then not wanting to find a new place or move and making a rash decision in accepting his offer.
But I don't tell her that. Why would I? What kind of bizarre situation would ever warrant me telling her about the deal I made with Aaron? Yes, I've sucked my roommates huge fucking cock three times now. He even sucked mine and I masturbated and ejaculated while sucking his one of those times. In fact, I sucked his cock right before coming to see you, did you taste it when you kissed me? To think, it's all I have to do and I don't have to pay rent. What a deal, huh?
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I don't mean to trauma dump on you like this all on our first date."
Trauma dump? Where the fuck did I come up with that? I must have seen it scrolling Twitter or something. I could see in her face that it had some merit though. She wasn't hard-faced and staring out of the window, but looking at me as I talked. I tried to turn to meet her gaze every few moments to try and convey a connection.
"The truth is that it's been a long time since I've been with a girl. Off the top of my head I can't remember when I last got broken up with and finding another girl that was worth risking being hurt again was a lot. It wasn't until you that I thought it would be worth trying."
I let the words sink in and stop talking for a moment, then I have an idea, "and on top of that I have my damn roommate threatening to throw me out. I lose my job and go right out and get one and he threatens to throw me out and all of my stuff onto the street if I don't pay him right away."
"That's why you're trying to get a job at Burger King?"
Her voice had an inquisitive realization in it, as if she was piecing together her own questions about me. I looked over at her and the upset look on her face had melted away.
"I'm sorry, Tristan. I didn't think you might be going through some stuff also. I guess a lot of people don't really think of things like that. That other people have issues and their own lives. I hope I haven't made things more difficult for you."
"No. No, baby, no. You've been amazing. Honestly you've been the only good thing the last week. The idea of taking you out has been the only thing that's gotten me through all of shit I've been dealing with."
Okay, so that wasn't necessarily a lie. Thinking about getting with Ashley has been the only thing that has allowed me to have Aaron's dick in my mouth multiple times. Tonight has been a rollercoaster but it's trending upward and she is still the only person I want to be with right now.
As I'm taking another turn at an intersection the air in the car pushes towards me. Ashley's hand is rubbing across my thigh and has engaged my deflated penis. She begins tugging at it gently, stroking it as it flops about in her hand. Her fingers dive deep below my jeans and rub the seam leading to my anus. I tense up and whimper, which causes her to smile with an audible satisfaction, "find somewhere to park."
There's a shopping center up ahead and as it's getting later in the evening most of the spots are empty with a few cars peppered throughout the parking lot. I pull in and park towards the outskirts of the shopping center under a dimly lit area due to one of the light poles not working. I put the car in park and turn off the engine. That's all it takes for Ashley to lunge across the car again, this time mounting me and driving her tongue into my mouth.
Ashley's hips grind against me. I can feel the soft cotton of her panties. The zipper to my jeans is causing me to twitch awkwardly so I reach down, loop my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and underwear and shove them both down below my knees. Her panty-clad bottom settles nicely against my waist and she continues grinding her panties against me. It takes very little time for my cock to grow fully erect. She's hiking up her dress and pulling it over her shoulders. Our kiss breaks and she tosses the dress in the backseat.
Her tits are magnificent. They are spilling out of the gigantic black bra that is desperately trying to hold them in. With each thrust of her hips she grinds her waist down in a twisting motion to coax my dick into the hardest erection it's ever felt, while at the same time causing her massive tits to bounce and ripple in my face. Her hot breath floods down over me and I can't wait to fuck her anymore.
My hands move like wildfire. I grab ahold of my erection with one hand and grasp her panties between her thighs with the other. With her panties pulled to the side I position my tip to her waiting, dampened pussy and she sinks down onto me with a flush of steam pouring from both of us. Our mouths, our bodies and our tension all let loose as I entered her. She drops her mouth open and a pained expression pours over her face. She screams out.
"Oh, GOD, Fuck!"
That was the most intense thing any woman has ever said the first time we had sex. It's driving me wild and I've eagerly started thrusting my hips up into her, pushing deeper into her tightness and causing her to bury her face in my neck after another pained expression and seething gasp.
I was all of the way inside of her now, I could feel her uneasily settled against my thighs. Her movements were short and uneasy. She was trembling and muttering the same combination of curse words.
My weight shifts, trying to get a better angle to be able to push inside of her but nothing feels right. Though, with each movement Ashley is slowly bouncing more and more eagerly. Her hips are rocking back and forth and she pulls down the cups to her bra, pinching and twisting her nipples as they spill out gloriously.
"Mmm, fuck, Ashley," I begin as I'm readying to ask her if we can move to the backseat as I can't quite get comfortable, but she cries out louder as I push my hips and slide along the seat.
"Oh FUCK, Tristaa-aan," the words growl from her chest and her mouth drops open. She slams herself down on my waist and then her body lets loose into an intense orgasm. Her legs are shaking and she starts to erupt. I can feel her gushing between her legs onto me. I've heard of female ejaculation but never had experienced it or even really watched any videos of it aside from comically overblown ones. It turns out they weren't comically overblown.
I'm thoroughly soaked. The seat of my car is drenched. Both Ashley and my waist and thighs are stained from her sexual explosion. She is laying flat against me, panting. Every few moments her body has an intense shiver, like an aftershock and she moans into my shoulder as if she's having another orgasm along with it. The car now reeks of musky sex.
"Oh my god. I am so sorry. I never," Ashley is whispering weakly into my neck now.
"No. No, its okay. It was amazing. Don't worry about it."
I'm quick to try and ease any kind of embarrassment she might be feeling. I don't want her to feel like that. I'm flattered that I was able to cause that kind of orgasm in her actually and it makes me feel better. It gives me a sense of manliness.
