Cherry Hill

"Is this...is this...Cherry Hill?" You ask, as Rick steers the vehicle up a sloped pathway.

Cherry Hill is a spot overlooking the city where all the students from the schools go to make out. With so many girls losing their virginities at this spot, its nickname is appropriately coined. On the way up the hill, you can even spot a few of the cars in their sole secluded spots before Rick finds one of his own.

He stops the car engine, and then right away leans in, grabs your arms, and smashes his lips into yours.

"Mmmmm Rick, what are you doing? This is too fast!" you detest, trying to shove him off.

"It's okay Melissa. Don't worry, baby," he says, "This is what we do here."

He presses your arms into the seat and forces his tongue into your mouth. With a single gasp, you invite it in and it swirls all over trying to dance with your negligent tongue.

For a moment, you feel yourself giving in. He releases you momentarily before a hand finds its way to squeeze at your breast and the other to slide up your bare thigh.

"Ohhh mmmm..." you moan.

You try to tighten your legs further, connecting your knees, but the hand beneath finds its way between them. You try to push it away, but your effort is feeble at best. His fingers rub into your panties as they begin to moistion. Your legs open further for him as you cry out between breaths, "No Rick...please...no..."

But he doesn't stop, and it feels so...good. Your chest heaves against your tight dress as you shake your head.