7-9: Choose something they beg you for (Fuck you on the hood)

⚁⚅ -1 HOT = 7.

Vin just licks his lips, wishing he wasn't driving a stick shift. He delays answering until he pulls up inside a mechanic's garage in a low-income retail district. Putting the car in park and brushing a hand against your tummy, exploring your navel with a fingertip, he looks at you with a confident, predatory gaze. "Isn't it obvious? You asked me to give you a ride. I'm going to be getting in that sweet pussy." he says authoritatively, as if it had already been decided.

Now that he had you alone in this grimy, oil-stained garage, part of you wondered with excitement if he would get scary if you suddenly refused. Part of you actually was a little bit anxious about his aggressiveness. Back in high school, he's the kind of guy you and your geek friends would have avoided like the plague and made rude comments to whenever you met. But at the same time, your sleazy surroundings made it feel really adventurous, and although you had the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, your snatch was getting hot and dewy. When Vin got out of the driver's side, came over to your door, and pulled you out roughly by your shoulder, you left behind a little wet spot on the driver's seat.

Curious at the new feeling of excitement you're getting, you put your hands behind your back and lean forward in a silly pose, wiggling the toes of your pink sneakers back and forth on the stained concrete. This guy wasn't nearly as laid back as the people you usually hooked up with, but that was also turning you on, surprisingly enough. "Whoah... it's kind of dirty in here... and you're moving really fast. We, *snrk-hehehh* haven't even been on a date yet, guy. Shouldn't we get to know each-other better first? Maybe come back to my dorm and play some Mario Kart or something?" You give him a sweet brace-filled smile.

Deciding to tease him a little more, you wrap your left hand around your midsection that would look shy if you weren't also pushing up your boobs, and swing your other hand back and forth idly at your waist, making your skirt swish gently back and forth.

Glaring at you with desire and frustration, you could see the gears turning behind Vin's eyes. His pants had been pulled back up to drive and his zipper looked about ready to burst. He switches on his car stereo to a thumping rap song about butts or something, apparently trying to set the mood. "Come on baby... maybe it would help you get more comfortable if I got you something to drink?"

"No thanks!" you said with a quick shake of your head. "I'm not 21 yet. And on the occasions when I cheat a little, I only drink craft beer, ghehehehee."

Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists now, Vin takes a deep breath and suddenly yanks his jeans down, stepping out of them and his boxers in one quick motion, letting his hard meat leap free of its packaging and point right at you like an arrow. "Girl, look. Look what you done to me. I can't drive like this, I'd crash my car up, wouldn't be able to work the clutch or anything. It's a serious hazard." He unbuttoned his letter jacket and tossed it on a nearby rack.

Thus stripped to a white sleeveless undershirt and some socks, Vin advanced on you and grabbed your shoulders domineeringly. "You're so beautiful," he said, softening his voice a little and trying to sound romantic to close the deal. "You look like you stepped out of a magazine cover baby. That shirt, those glasses, little schoolgirl skirt... mmmmmph, it's just so cute I can't take it. Let me get some relief and I promise I'll fix your car so fuckin' good."

Without waiting for an answer, he kisses you on the lips again and rubs his erect cockhead up against your tummy, drawing a muffled giggle from you. You rub your thigh against his and let it brush lower, against the fabric of your skirt.

"Well, I don't want to be that kind of girl who trades sex for favors..." you say with another nervous snicker, "Buuuuut... if it's a driving hazard that's different then. I guess it can't be helped, I'll just have to let you fuck me here in this dirty garage until you're satisfied." you say to him with a flutter of your eyelashes.

Vin's eyes flash with lust and he lets out an exultant growl of excitement, starting to push you towards the car, but then you try to pull away from him. He doesn't let you go. "Um, just a second Vin. Let me get to my purse in your car."

"What's wrong baby? Fuuuuck, whatever it is cain't it wait until we take care of business?" he gives you a hurt look, so ready to go that every little delay seems like an unfair imposition by you. He's so eager that you feel a tiny bit guilty interrupting but you go ahead with your request anyway.

"Nope, sorry man!" you say with a little roll of your head, forcefully pulling out of his grip this time. He doesn't let you completely go, still holding your left hand as you get back in the car. You pull out a strip of 'climax control' thick style condoms. The guys didn't always like them but you got frustrated when sex was too short. You called it a 'sex hack' to your online friends. "I mean, come on, *snrrk, hehehheee*," you giggle, "it's not like I'm going to fuck some dude I just met an hour ago unprotected."

Grudgingly accepting the condom package you tear off and hand to him, Vin winces. "Ahhh, shiiiit... come on, girl. I hate these things. Come on, I haven't had a girlfriend since spring, I'm totally clean, can't you see?" He starts pushing you towards the hood of the car again without opening the package.

"Oh no, it's not about that," you say excitably, launching into another anecdote. "I read on the internet that, like, the amount of female hormones in the water supply due to birth control usage is harming the amphibian population. So I don't take them. Eheheheheee.... I don't think you're planning on starting a family now or anything, right? Just put it on, and I'll do you in any position you want. With my feet up on your shoulders here on the hood of your car, doesn't that sound good?"

Vin nods enthusiastically - you've convinced him. He tears the condom wrapper open under your watchful eye and rolls it down over his stiff cock, giving it a nice shiny latex texture with a cute little air bubble right at the tip. "I can't wait a second longer." he grunts as you assume the position.