"I'm going to do a lot more than that"

"I'm going to do a lot more than that," I said, lunging forward and kissing her. My hands went to her shorts, searching for the buttons.

"No," Lisa said, grabbing my hands. "It never works in the front seat."

I looked to the back seat then back to Lisa. She smiled. I burst out the car door, not realizing that it had started to pour. I immediately pulled the rear door open and lunged in, already dripping wet, and crashed right into Lisa who was climbing between the seats.

"I really should have thought of that," I said as I collided into her. She yelped, stumbling over then burst into laughter. I grabbed her, keeping her from hitting her head then pulled her to me and kissed her. My wet fingers slipped over the buttons to her shorts. Eventually, I got enough grip to pry them open and immediately pulled them down. We were like a cartoon fight, a cloud of motion with limbs popping out in every direction as I worked to get her clothes off. Lisa laid back, lifting her butt to help me as I slid her shorts down her gorgeous legs then I climbed on top of her and kissed her again. Her lips were like a drug. I couldn't get enough of them.

"Mmm..." Lisa moaned as I slipped my hand between her legs, rubbing her mound through her black thong. The soft material was quickly dampening to my touch. I pressed my fingers into it, feeling her lips part slightly under the pressure of my touch.

"Oh, my God," Lisa whispered as I moved the fabric aside and pressed my finger to her clit. She clamped down on my shoulders as I kissed her ear, flicking my tongue over her lobe before moving down to her neck. My fingers slid through her folds. Her pussy gushed at my touch, drenching my hand.

The position was awkward, my biceps straining, my back arching and my elbow digging into the car door. I decided to remedy the situation by moving down Lisa's body. My lips went to her shoulders then down across her chest until they pressed into the soft, pillowy cushions of her cleavage. I wanted to stop right there and spend the next half hour reveling in her glorious breasts but I didn't want to be greedy. Lisa had already gotten me off, it was her turn now. I moved my hands from her hips to her thighs and started kissing my way down her stomach.

Lisa gasped as my lips pressed against the bare skin directly above her thong, teasing her for a moment before I dug my fingers into the waistband and peeled her last piece of clothing down her legs. The car filled with the scent of her sex. Her pussy was perfect, her inner lips barely peeking out from her folds, all of it topped with a small patch of trimmed black hair. She lifted her legs, repositioning them then letting them rest on my shoulder, one on each side of my head.

I dove in, immediately burying my face in her crotch and lapping at her pussy like a dog at its water bowl.

"Oh, my God, David," Lisa groaned, arching her back and pressing her pussy into my face. I responded by pushing back, burying my face as deep as I could into her core. I slipped my tongue into her tight hole and started fucking her with it. Her legs clamped down on my head, locking me in place. "Jesus. Oh, yea." Her fingers threaded through my hair, pushing my face deeper into her.

I was in heaven, the sweet, musky taste of her filling my senses. I wanted to taste every last part of her. I pulled my tongue from her depths then dragged it up her slit, swirling it around her clit before flicking it back and forth. I wrapped my lips around her sensitive nub and started sucking. Lisa bucked against my face, grinding her clit into my tongue. I sucked and licked her clit until I felt her entire body begin to tense.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, my God, David! I'm going to cum! Oh, fuck. Right there! Oh, my God! YES!" Lisa's body went rigid then convulsed. Her legs clamped down around my head, squeezing me tight as her pussy spasmed against my face. A flood of her juices gushed into my mouth as she came. I drank it all down, lapping at her pussy, trying to catch every last drop. Her body shook for a few more seconds before she finally relaxed, her legs falling from my head.

I took in the amazing sight of her as she caught her breath. Her face was flush. Her long, flowing hair was left in disarray. One bra-strap had slipped over her shoulder, letting the cup of her bra fall an extra inch. The seat was... drenched.

"Oh my God, that felt so fucking good," Lisa said. She looked at me like she couldn't believe that I could make her feel that way. I couldn't believe it either.

"Something tells me you and Chelsea didn't do that on your first date," Lisa said with a grin. I laughed and shook my head.

"No, it took more than a few dates before we got to that."

Lisa shifted so she was sitting up. She brushed the hair from her face, that grin growing more wicked by the second. "Chelsea used to tell me everything you guys did." My eyebrows raised. "How she was so scared to give you a handjob for the first time. She thought she'd be terrible at it but then she said you only lasted for a minute anyway."

I blushed. "She was probably terrible but I would have never known. That minute felt like twenty."

"I gave her tips about giving you your first blowjob. We used to practice on a cucumber."

"Well thank you for that, then. She was quite good at that from the start."

"I'll never forget when she told me you guys had sex for the first time," Lisa continued. "She didn't even tell me she was planning on doing it. She said it just happened so naturally and that you were so sweet to her. She was always much more cautious about all that than I was."

"I'm guessing you and Chris didn't take quite as long to get... intimate?"

"Definitely not," Lisa said, her grin turning to a smirk, revealing a shyness I'd never seen from her before. "He took me out to dinner then I gave him a blowjob in his frat house parking lot. Although..."

Lisa pulled herself up, swung her leg over me and straddled my lap. My heart skipped a beat as she settled down, resting the full weight of her bare ass onto me. It was then that I became aware that my pants were still undone and sagging on my hips. I hadn't taken the time to properly secure them before I bolted to the back seat and it left my fly open. My bulging cock tented my boxers up through the opening, pressing into Lisa from underneath.

Lisa reached behind her back and, in one quick motion, unsnapped her bra. The straps slipped down her arms and the cups fell, my vision with them as my gaze locked onto the most glorious pair of tits I had ever seen. I'd seen nearly every inch of them, seen them bounce and hang in every way imaginable, but seeing them in all their glory in arm's reach was like being shown a divine miracle. A light opened up from above in the car and a choir of angels sang as I drank in the majestic sight.

I looked up into Lisa's sultry eyes and she smirked back at me, knowing exactly what had happened. It was probably something she'd experienced plenty of times before but not in quite a while since she started dating Chris.

"... I have to admit..." She lifted up off me enough to allow me to slide my shorts back down to my knees. My cock sprung free, hard and leaking in anticipation again. She looked down, her smirk growing to a smile as she took hold of my shaft and positioned herself directly over the tip. I gasped as she rubbed the swollen head through the folds of her pussy.

Then she looked at me with those beautiful eyes full of mystery and wonder and finished her sentence. "I plan to go a bit further than that tonight." She lowered slightly, letting the head of my cock press into her entrance then-

"FUCK!" Lisa shouted. She rolled off of me and began grabbing around the floor of the car.

"What?" I asked, my body somehow even tenser than a second ago. I got my answer when the car was lit with bright lights beaming from behind us.

"It's a cop!" Lisa shouted. She had found her shorts and was hastily pulling them up.

"Fuck!" I pulled my pants up, stuffing my hard cock between my boxers as best as I could and pulling hard to clasp the button. I lunged forward and reached out, grabbing Lisa's shirt from the dashboard and pulled it so it wasn't inside-out before tossing it to her. She pulled it on and straightened it out a bit right as we got a knock on the window.

I took a deep breath and rolled the window down.

"Hi, there, officer. How can I help you?" I asked, immediately feeling like a complete nerd.

"This lot is closed after 10pm," the officer said. "Whoo, boy, that's some smell you got coming out of there."

"Sorry," I apologized. "We got Front Porch for dinner and it's just been sitting here while we talked."

"Talked, huh?" the officer questioned. He eyed Lisa up and down. She was sitting on her thong and had tried to kick her bra under the seat in front of her but one of the straps was slightly visible. "You guys aren't smoking refer are you?"

"No, officer," I quickly replied. Do people really still call it refer?

"That smell suggests otherwise. You mind if I search you and your vehicle?"