Andrew, actually he preferred Andy, was a 38-year-old fan of local high school sports. Though he had no favorite team to follow, he attended games all over the north Georgia county where he lived. He always sat as high in the bleachers as he possibly could. That was usually the top row on the away team's side of the field or court. That way he not only got a great view of the ball game, he also had a good opportunity to look over the local student body. Or, should that be to get a good look at the local students' bodies?
Actually, Andy was far more interested in the female bodies on the home team's side of the court. He loved watching the cheerleader's short skirts fly up as they did their cheers. Their exposed panty-covered asses were far more exciting to Andy than the ballgame.
Girl watching was his primary reason for attending the ball games. He was constantly on the lookout for a young lady he could meet and possibly take out. It was also why he preferred basketball to football. At the football games, due to the weather, the girls were often too bundled up to offer a good view of their tender young bodies.
One Friday night Andy was attending a basketball game between the two top teams in the local league. It was a hard fought game, and students on both sides were going crazy with excitement.
The home team had just made a crucial goal. That goal gave them the lead late in the game. It was immediately following that goal that Andy spotted her. She was a beautiful light skinned black girl who was jumping with excitement. This girl was black but Andy didn't care. He loved the girls of all flavors and shades. Her huge tits are what drew Andy's attention to this one. As the girl jumped up her tits drooped a bit. But when she came down those tits nearly hit her in the face.
Andy reached into his pocket and pulled out the small pair of opera glasses he carried for just such occasions. Opera glasses were perfect for his purposes. They gave Andy a good look at the girl he was interested in. Also, they were small enough to slip into his pocket and could be partially concealed in the palm of his hand. Few other fans ever knew he had them.
Looking through the opera glasses Andy could see the girl he was interested in had a lovely round face surrounded by lots of curly, soft-looking black hair. Her smooth complexion was the color of rich milk chocolate. Her lips looked perfect for kissing and maybe sucking a cock. She appeared to be about 5'4" or so and had just enough weight to give her some wonderful curves. In addition to her large tits, she had a delicious looking bubble of an ass that filled her snug fitting jeans. She was cute, young, had big tits, and a nice ass. What more could a horny, middle-aged, white man want?
Since the game was coming to an end, Andy decided it was time to work his way out of the gym. He would try to catch and meet the object of his interest in the parking lot. He rushed out to the lot and jumped into his red '63 Corvette Stingray and cruised into the students' parking lot.
Almost as if by fate, the object of his attention came out the double doors just as he parked near the main student exit. Unfortunately, she was part of a large boisterous crowd. No problem though, he had separated his chosen girls from the crowd many times. This one would be easy. She was lagging slightly behind the bulk of the crowd.
"Excuse me miss. I was hoping you could help me." Andy said as he walked up to her.
"Sure! What do you need? How can I help?" The young lady asked.
"I've got a problem with my car." He lied to her as he turned and indicated his Vette. He then began walking toward his car.
"Oooh. Is this your car? It's beautiful, but I don't know anything about fixing cars." She replied. She began to tentatively follow Andy to his car.
"Yes, it's mine, but it's not nearly as beautiful as you are."
The teen smiled at Andy.
"You don't need to know anything about cars to fix this one. The problem is not mechanical." He continued.
"What's wrong then." She asked. She stared at the bright red classic sports car.
"My name is Andrew. My friends call me Andy. What's your name sweetie?" He asked while extending his hand.
"SSSSSavanna. My name is Savanna." She nervously stuttered and tentatively shook hands with Andy.
"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, Savanna. But you see this car has a real problem." As he opened the passenger door he continued. "See? This seat is empty. Have you ever been in a Corvette? Would you like to sit in this one?"
"Why me?" Savanna asked.
"I'll be honest with you. I noticed you excitedly cheering for your team inside. Your jiggling and bouncing breasts are what initially caught my attention. I knew right then that I had to meet you and at least offer you a ride home, if you'd allow me. I know I am much older than the boys you are used to seeing. I would never do anything to upset you. I only want to spend some time and chat with a beautiful young lady like yourself." Andy offered his hand to help Savanna into his car. He could see the excitement and just a bit of uncertainty in her eyes.
"I don't know. I don't know you. Are you going to hurt me?" She asked as she leaned in to look at the Corvette's interior.
"Hurt you? Of course not! Do I look like some kind of pervert to you?" He acted insulted and hurt. "Actually, I am a bit of a pervert. I greatly prefer the company of lovely teen girls like you, than women my own age."
"Well, OK. I'm just a little nervous about taking a ride from a stranger, an older stranger at that." Savanna seemed tense but had not tried to run off.
Andy thought to himself, 'How naive? Of course I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to fuck you if I get half the chance.' Then he responded to her, "That's OK. I understand. If you don't want a ride, I won't force you. I'm a pervert for liking teen girls, but I am not a rapist. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. You have a nice night." Andy then started to close his car's passenger door.
"Wait a minute." Savanna put her arm out to keep the door from closing. "I didn't say I didn't want a ride. I just said I was a little nervous about it."
Andy laughed. "What a confusing young lady. Well Savanna, make up your mind. I need to be going and I'm sure you need to be getting home."
Without another word Savanna slid into the Corvette's passenger seat. "Let's go!" She said. "I'll show you how to get to my house."
With a broad grin on his face, Andy closed Savanna's door and walked around to the Vette's driver's side. He hopped in, turned the ignition key, and brought the fuel injected 427 motor under the hood to life. He had replaced the stock 327 with the 427 several years earlier. He liked the big block's throaty power. "Buckle up!"
As she tightened her seat belt, Savanna could feel the engine's power vibrating through the Vette's seat and into her butt. Her eyes were wide open as was her mouth. She gasped, "Oh wow!" The vibrations in her butt were beginning to make her sex tingle. She could feel herself getting turned on.
