2:45 (3) A.M: Keep It Pure

You decide that if you had to choose, you're sticking with Krystal. For starters, Krystal is the one that sought you out, first. Interest is important.

Besides, you've already had Angel. Distinct memories of hotel balconies come to mind. You smile at the thought. You know what a freak she can be. Now you want to see what Krystal can be.

You hug Angel and squeeze her asscheek while making promises to contact her later. The promises are largely empty, you both know, but polite. She kisses your cheek right at the edge of your lip and leaves.

Turning 'round you face Krystal and quirk your eyebrows in an unasked question. She tells you where her car is parked and it's model. She plans to shower real quick and then meet you out back, but you convince her to shower at home.

15 minutes later finds you, Drew and Krystal together at the cars.

"Follow me, and try to keep up," she challenges. You almost accept, but get a better idea. You step closer to her and take her hand in yours, fingers laced together and whisper in her ear.

"Let me ride with you instead. We can do that thing we used to back in the day. For old times sakes."

She looks up at you, her expression hard to read. Finally she breaks the silence.

"If I'm doing that, how you gonna find my house?"

"GPS."

She cracks a smile and pulls out her phone, and types something up. When she hands it to you, with the keys, you see she had opened Google Maps.

"And don't crash!"

She walks around the side of the car, ass swaying while you and Drew dap up.

"Follow me, bro. We're going to glory," you say as you hand him your keys and the backpack.

You slide into Krystal's 2013 Nissan Altima and unadjusted the seat. It's nice and cozy, and purrs to life when you crank the ignition.

Figuring since she already agreed to your plans, you stand back up with the door open, and undo your jeans, pulling your cock through the slit and then sit back down.

You don't even look in her direction.

By the time you've gotten to the edge of the parking lot, her hand is stroking you, working you to hardness.

You keep your left hand on the wheel and throw your right hand behind the headrest of the passenger seat, opening up room for her to lean over the cup holder and go to work.

You loom at the GPS. The estimated time of arrival is 45 minutes. Its going to be a long ride, but maube not long enough. You know the general area, it's not far from your old hood.

Once you get the car on the turnpike, Krystal leans forward and takes you into her mouth.

Your first thoughts are damn, her lips are cold. That doesn't last long though. Her breath is warm, her tongue is active and she's humming whenever your nine inches aren't in her throat.

You drive at reckless speeds be ause, come on, why not. Krystal doesn't even hesitate in your lap. She continues like the pro she's always been, getting you to the edge, and then switching it up to prolong it. She wants you to last the car ride.

Right now, all you can think about is if you're going to make it all the way to her house, or will you have to pull over to a dark place and take her there.