A little closer

Matt wished they had more time to wander the streets of San Pedro. Here, it felt like a city... something he was more familiar with than the spread-out exurbs of the Hill. People walked the sidewalks. Shops and bars glared neon lights. He heard voices speaking half a dozen languages and saw a variety of skin colors.

Still, he had school the next day... and besides, what was great for an eighteen year-old male might be frightening for a sheltered Hill-girl.

"I guess we should be heading back," he said.

"Yeah, I guess. That was a lot of fun, Matt."

"Definitely."

April drove silently for a couple of minutes until they were back on the Hill, then pulled over at a scenic viewpoint looking down at the lights of the city.

"Pretty beautiful, huh?"

He looked at her. "Yeah."

"I meant the city."

"I meant you." He leaned in, grasped her chin lightly, and kissed her.

"Oh, Matt." She kissed him back, hard.

She fumbled for his zipper while he slid his hand up her conveniently cropped top. He did his sister's touch and release trick with her tit but she just sighed so he went right back while she stroked his dick.

"It's so beautiful," she breathed.

"The city?"

"I meant your dick."

Yeah, right. Dicks were dicks. It was hard to think of them as something artistic. Certainly not compared to boobs.

"I want this inside of me," she said.

Damn, had he brought his condoms? I want that, too, April.

"But... but I'm not ready. I don't want my first time to be in my car."

Damn. Still, he'd never leave home without a condom again.

"You know what we could do?" she continued.

"Pull out?"

"Very funny. No. Let's get out of the car and I'll show you."

She led him behind a couple of trees that blocked the view from the road and undid the tie that held her pants up. The silky pants ballooned out, then puddled at her feet leaving her wearing a thong panties and a crop top Matt had pushed up above her breasts.

She leaned against one of the trees pushing her ass out toward him. "Don't put it in me but put it between my legs so it's rubbing on my clit."

"I can do that."

"I figured you could. Hurry, Matt. I want to feel you between my legs. Oh, and Matt."

"Huh?"

"If you sort of accidentally put it in me, ass or pussy, either one, I will get my gun, hunt you down, and shoot you right in the balls. Just so you know."

"Fair warning," he admitted. "But I wasn't going to do it anyway."

"Yeah, easy to say now. So, what are you waiting for?"

Matt was done waiting. He shifted the thin ribbon of thong away from her pussy, then slid his dick between her legs from behind.

This girl was soaking wet. His dick practically skidded along her pussy lips until she grabbed the tip and pushed it against her clit.

"Pump it, Matt. Grind it against my dirty cunt."

He could hardly disobey instructions like that.

She kept her fingers on his dick as he thrust along the whole length of her pussy lips, holding her hips with his hands to let him power into his moves.

"Oh, god, give me more."

Did she mean more of the same or had she changed her mind about wanting it in her pussy? Matt wasn't sure but he remembered the instructions about the gun. Here on the Hill, unlike most of Los Angeles County, people really did have guns... lots of them. He might be a quarter of an inch from heaven but he was also a quarter of an inch from being shot to hell.

He thrust harder.

Which must have been what she wanted. She came, screaming his name and dolloping his dick with a surge of liquid, then she turned, knelt, and grabbing his dick with both hands, stroked him off.

He covered her face with long ropes of cum, grunting as his orgasm continued for what seemed forever.

"Fuck, that was good," she said.

"Oh, yeah."

"You are going to invite me to be on your show, right. I mean, I'm not ready for insertion but we could do things like this."

He wiped a glob of semen off her eye and, before he could wipe it on his jeans, she grabbed his hand, dragged his finger to her mouth, and ate it.

"Well?"

"Sure, April. Just let me know which days you're free for an hour between 4 and 7 and we'll work it out."

"Cool. Uh, I've got some tissue in the glove compartment. Could you grab them for me. I would hate for my father to see me looking like this and shooting you down after you were so careful not to get shot by me."

"Yeah, I'd hate that too."