Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz & Benz

"What the hell; it's freezing out here!" RJ exclaimed as Peyton tugged on his hand. "I am not fooling around in the snow."

"That's not what we're doing," Peyton assured him as she pulled RJ off the front porch.

"You could have let me grab a coat or maybe some shoes for yourself, ya know."

"Oh, right, sorry," Peyton apologized, looking down to see she only wore a pair of now damp socks. Her friend's ex-boyfriend then surprised her. Stopping, RJ bent down, placed a hand under her butt, and scooped the blonde up into his arms.

"No getting all romantic on me now, Ridge," Peyton scolded. "Don't get any ideas; I'm not trying to screw up you and Prissy getting back together." Geez, he's strong than he looks. He picked me up like I'm a doll.

"Let's not bring up Priss, okay?" RJ responded, his face scrunching up at the mention of his truelove. Carrying the leggy blonde away from the cabin, he paused in the falling snow.

"Hey, hurry up. I'm freezing!" Peyton wore only her maroon sports bra and thin yoga pants.

"I don't know where we're going."

"Over there! Where else could we go? Duh!" Peyton motioned.

"The garage? You can't be serious," RJ stated incredulously. "What has Lana taught you at college?"

"What? Whitney said it's heated with the workshop section still clean. It's not like we have any other options; all the bedrooms are occupied," Peyton defended her choice as RJ turned the doorknob. "Nor do either of us want to flaunt this one-time thing, right?"

"Yeah, one-time," RJ nodded in agreement.

When the doorknob turned with a click, the blonde let out a breath in relief as she hadn't been sure the door would be unlocked. And Peyton didn't know if either she or RJ could go through with this inappropriate hookup.

"Oh, Miss Tarver, you take me to such wonderful places," the brown-haired college student sarcastically joked as he carried the blonde over the threshold and into the garage.

"See, it's warm," Peyton pointed out as he lowered her feet to the cement floor.

Surveying her potential lovepad, Peyton took a moment to reconsider this whole situation. Figuring back in the cabin that Lana was right for once, Peyton now tried to convince herself that this was what she wanted.

Do I really want to have sex in here? It has been almost four months since Trevor and I broke up, but I don't think I'm this hard up for sex. And fooling around with RJ is beyond wrong. It feels dirty, almost forbidden. What would Priscilla say if she found out?

Standing a couple of steps behind the contemplating blonde, RJ felt the same mix of emotions. In a perfect world, he and Priscilla would be living together at the same college. Instead, because of scholarships and curriculums, they attended schools at the opposite ends of the country.

Peyton's not a threat to us getting back together. Chances are I might not see her again after this week until next summer if that. The real threats are potential boyfriends and girlfriends that attend our schools. And, to be honest, I've always had a small thing for Peyton. Who wouldn't? Can I really pass this up?

Waking up from her thoughts to what her eyes saw, Peyton appraised the garage. The long building had room for four vehicles and a good-sized workshop, essentially making it a five-car garage. Whitney proved correct in that the workshop looked clean, almost like it had never been used yet. There was a wooden staircase in the back corner, which she assumed led to a storage area. Still, the concrete floor didn't look at all comfortable, and no matter how clean the workbenches appeared, they still were workbenches.

Three of the four spots were filled with various luxury vehicles; Peyton recognized her mother's car and Mr. Stratton's sedan. Obviously, the empty spot closest to her belonged to the cabin's owner, and she thought the final car occupying a spot belonged to the Locketts. The fluorescent lighting, coupled with the shadows caused by the vehicles, created an eerie vibe.

"Uh, yeah, I'm not sure about this, RJ. I'm getting a strong slasher film vibe in here. Almost like we're the couple that snuck off at the worst time to screw. And deserve to get murdered because they shouldn't be together. Yep, definitely a mood killer. Maybe we ought to..."

Peyton's protests trailed off as she turned around to look at her friend's ex-boyfriend. Only now having taken off his shirt, the young woman stared at his firm, muscled chest and arms. Unconsciously, she bit her lip in desire at the fine specimen of a man in front of her. Images of RJ's quarterback feats flashed across Peyton's brain.

"What were you saying?" RJ inquired, reaching to pull his jeans and boxer-briefs off in a fast motion. A cock, about three-quarters hard, snapped out.

Holy shit! Peyton shrieked in her mind as she let out an audible groan. Her thighs squeezed together in anticipation for what that piece of meat could do to satisfy her long sex-starved body. When the gridiron star started toward her, she snapped out of her dazed appraisement of his package.

"Oh, gawd. This so wrong," Peyton moaned, staring at the bouncing cock.

"Shit, did I, uh, jump to conclusions?" RJ asked, a sudden worried look appearing on his face. "Maybe this isn't right."

Something about their words lit a fuse inside the usual rule-follower. Maybe this is what Lana feels when she's getting naughty?

Lifting her gaze from the semi-hard piece of meat to his dark brown eyes, Peyton flashed her best imitation of Lana's smirk. "Isn't that what makes this hot?"

Unknown to the lithe, blonde beauty, RJ had held his breath, praying that Peyton didn't change her mind. The former high school star athlete nearly choked as he watched the gorgeous girl drop to her knees. At this point, just a blowjob seemed like a fantasy happening to another person. Honestly, of all Priscilla's friends, Peyton Tarver dropping to her knees in front of his naked cock seemed the most far-fetched. Lana, for sure. Same with Poppy. Okay, Stephanie too. Tiara's a maybe, and Merritt's probably at the no-way end of the scale with Peyton. With his emotions running high at this unbelievable fairytale coming true, RJ's heart dropped to the floor when Peyton's face went from enthrallment to discomfort.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

"Cement floor; cold and hard," Peyton responded, already rising back up. "That's not going to work."

Desperately, RJ glanced this way and that way around the room, his brain scrambling to find a solution to the problem. Briefly, he considered the possibility of laying his shirt and pants down for her to kneel on but realized they wouldn't be thick enough to provide much cushioning. There were a couple of towels on top of a toolbox that looked clean. He quickly discarded that idea as his brain finally recognized the simplest option. However, Peyton had other ideas.

Needing to regain the sexy mood swiftly, Peyton nodded to herself over what needed to be done. Snapping her fingers to draw her soon-to-be lover's attention, Peyton spun around on a dime. Marching several steps forward toward the workbench, she added an extra swing to her best asset.

Stopping, the leggy, ass-fantastic blonde turned her head just enough to see that RJ stood paralyzed, watching her. Reaching down, Peyton found the sides of her maroon sports bra. Dipping down a bit, she shimmied her whole body as she slowly pulled the sports bra up and other her head.

Faced with the now flawless skin of her naked back, a lone part of RJ's body moved. With his cock rising to full-staff, a tiny bit of drool formed around the left corner of his lips. Why? Because Peyton had resumed her shimmying. Dancing to a song only heard in her head, the studious girl thought back to all the times that she'd seen Lana tease boys. Practically acting out a striptease, she shook her toned ass as the maroon yoga pants incrementally lowered at a tantalizing and maddening slow pace.

Feeling a rush never felt before, Peyton pushed aside her question as to why this felt so fun. That could be overanalyzed again and again come tomorrow morning.

"Ta-da!" Peyton cried out playfully as she kicked the yoga pants against the wall. Cringing immediately at how that sounded so unlike her, she told herself that's what this moment called for. If I'm going to act like a naughty girl like Lana or Poppy, then I'm going to have to sound like them.

Standing a full foot in front of the workbench, Peyton leaned forward to brace her elbows on its wooden surface. Spreading her legs out, the blonde knew that guys often couldn't help but stare at her toned, firm ass. Recalling how the boys at school used to drool during her volleyball games over how it looked in those tight shorts, Peyton wondered if RJ currently did the same. Not wanting to turn around and look, she did the next best thing to gauge his reaction. Arching her back so that her ass stuck further up into the air, Peyton leaned up on her toes before dropping back to her heels. Over and over, she performed that move, bouncing her ass up and down.

That's until she felt a presence behind her, then a pair of strong hands on her hips, and finally, a hard object brush across an ass cheek.

Taking a deep breath, Peyton mustered up her best impression of her wilder friends.

"My, my, I must say, I'm shocked that Mr. Diamond would have a tool like this laying out in the open," Peyton declared, nudged her ass into RJ's cock several times. "It seems awfully careless of him. One should always keep their tools tucked away snuggly in a box."

The sexy playfulness of Peyton so shocked RJ that his jaw hung down. Peyton, herself, fought not to crack up at the cheesy lines. Working to speed things up, she shook her fabulous tush side-to-side, earning a loud moan from the man behind her.

"Good gawd, Peyton," RJ groaned as he **** himself to take a step back. No way could he allow himself to get excited too fast. No, this one-night stand was a moment to savor. "I've never seen you like this."

"What? Naked?" she asked, turning her head to the side to see part of his face.

"So playful," RJ responded.

Dropping his strong hands down from her waist, the stocky guy slid them over those two glorious globes. Tight as fuck, RJ wondered if one could really break an egg on an ass this tight. A feeling of déjá vu washed over him. He'd wondered that same thing multiple times while with Priscilla. She even joked that they should find out someday, but they had never tried.

Leaning back a bit, RJ's eyes scanned every inch of Peyton's body from behind. Long hair? Check. A toned ass? Check. Long legs? Check. A model-like figure? Check. Knowing that Peyton also had a pair of medium-sized breasts that he hadn't seen yet, RJ shook his head in wonder. Peyton's obviously got paler skin compared to Priscilla's caramel skin, but, holy shit, their bodies are nearly identical! The most significant difference that RJ could think of came from their personalities. Peyton always came across as a girl who controlled her emotions, took school more seriously than having fun, and played by the rules. Priscilla came across as more laidback, attempted to find the balance between school and play, and liked to bend the rules. Lana definitely taught Priss that...hmm, I wonder. I never expected Peyton to be naked before me. Maybe Peyton's the good girl in public, who lets loose in private. She is Lana's best friend, after all.

"We going to do this or what?" Peyton's questioned interrupted his thoughts.

Her answer came in the form of a cockhead rubbing up and down her wet slit.

"Damn, you're wet."

"We're in here naked, and you're surprised?" Peyton questioned, turning her head to shot him a glare.

"Ah, there's the Peyton I know," RJ chuckled as he continued to rub his cock up and down her soaking wet slit. Not knowing that a similar style of bantering was happening just down the road at his uncle's lakehouse.

"What's that supposed to me?" she challenged.

"Just that you have a reputation for being rather...uptight."

"Way to look the gift horse in the mouth," Peyton snapped. "You should consider yourself fortunate. I never do stuff like this, especially with a guy I shouldn't be with. I'm not Lana, you know."

"Ah, I see. You're the good girl, and Lana's the bad girl. Having fun, having sex isn't so black and white."

"I never said that! What we're about to do is wrong in so many ways," Peyton nearly snarled. "So, drop the good girl versus bad girl theory. I've heard that enough to last a lifetime."

"Why? Are you worried about turning into a bad girl?" RJ noticed the slight flinch on her face. "Yet, I bet somewhere deep down you want to be bad, or at least naughty every once in a while."

"I think all those hits to your head playing football scrambled your brain, buddy."

"Hey, I'm not the one who's soaking wet at the thought of fucking her friend's boyfriend," RJ pointed out.

"Ex-boyfriend...for now."

"So that's how you're rationalizing the two of us together. Totally a good girl."

"Oh, shut up!"

RJ and Priscilla always had an easy-going relationship. That's one reason why the complications that come with a long-distance relationship struck them so hard. They'd never bickered enough to have an angry, grudge-filled fuck like many couples. Perhaps that newness could be the reason why RJ found his bantering with Peyton a turn-on. Strangely, he got the vibe that it turned her on even more than him.

"I better make sure to get my dick nice and lubricated from this dripping fountain. I have the feeling you're so uptight; your pussy might strangle me to ****."

"I'm not upti--ohmigawd!"

"Holy...ugh...fuck!"

Silence filled the garage as both of them stood perfectly still. After struggling for several moments, RJ slowly eased a little more into her narrow channel, earning groans from each of them. Estimating that he was about a third of the way in, the teen eased back out before resuming his entry.

"Christ...when's the...ugh...last time...fuck...that you had...ohhh...sex?"

"F-fo-four months," gasped Peyton.

"Four months!?"

"Broke...gawd...up with...boy...mmm...friend."

"Shit, you do know you can screw people without dating?"

"No, duh."

"Guess that's more a Lana thing. That's why she has more fun."

That line earned a sharp glare from the blonde as she looked over her shoulder. Shit, she's about as tight as a virgin. This is fucking hard work. Needing a moment to recover, RJ leaned his forehead against her upper back.

"You done back there?" Peyton asked sarcastically.

"You need to loosen up."

"I'm not uptight!"

"I meant your muscles. You're too tense. Relax some, and it will help me out here."

"I am relaxed!"

"Then think about how fucking wrong this is. You're bent over in a garage with the cock that belongs to Priscilla inside you. Even Lana can never claim that."

It took almost a full thirty seconds but eventually, she relaxed, and it helped the twenty-year-old out immensely. Now able to perform a steady rhythm, it finally started to feel like actual sex to RJ. Incrementally, he picked up the speed.

"Yesss...don't stop...don't stop...keep going...going," Peyton panted.

RJ's pistoning of her pussy transitioned into straight out pounding, his pelvis smacking into her, causing the sounds of flesh on flesh to echo around the garage. He nearly lost it when Peyton finally let loose, pushing back into his thrusts.

"Har...der...oh...gawd...ugh...har-der...fas...ter," the blonde moaned out as each of their thrusts met.

"So...fucking...ugh...tight...all, ugh...of you," RJ groaned as his hands roamed all over his lover's tightly honed figure. Feeling the urge to, RJ spanked the right ass cheek in front of him.

"Fuuucccckkkk!" Peyton howled.

The howl shocked RJ enough that he stopped his thrusts. Worried that he'd hurt his friend, he started to ask if she was okay.

"Do...it...again," Peyton hissed through her teeth. "And fuck me!"

Raising his eyebrows at the intensity on her face, RJ grinned as he realized that the blonde had let loose further. Using his feet, he pushed Peyton's long legs apart more. Grabbing hard handfuls of those tight asscheeks, RJ no longer cared if he left any marks. Instead, he complied with Peyton's two requests. Working back up a rapid, forceful rhythm, he plowed in and out of her pussy. Every sixth thrust, he paused a moment to let go of a buttcheek, giving it a hard swat.

"Yes...more...harDER!"

RJ didn't know if she meant to fuck or slap harder, so he did both.

"You...ugh...like...getting spanked?"

"Bad...yes...naughty...GAWD!" Peyton panted as her hands clawed the workbench. Seeking to brace her bouncing body, she grabbed anything she could. Unfortunately, most of the items on the top of the workbench were loose. That caused items, including tools, to fly around, often clanking to the cement floor.

"Naughty girls do get spanked, don't they" RJ inquired, slowing down for a moment to speak clearly.

"They...do."

"But some girls are even naughtier, aren't they? They like to fuck guys they shouldn't. One day, it's a friend's ex-boyfriend. Other days, it's an actual boyfriend." Usually, RJ didn't talk dirty like this while having sex, but something about the moment brought it out. Part of that was Peyton's reaction. She loved it.

Picking up the pace to an almost furious level. RJ banged away until he felt a quiver build in her body. "What's next, Pey? A husband? A friend's father or brother?" he challenged, issuing a series of forceful slaps to alternating buttcheeks.

"YEEESSSSSS!!!!"

Immediately stopping his movements, RJ held on for dear life as the blonde's body buckled uncontrollably. Watching in disbelief, his addled brain attempted to recall a time he'd seen such an explosive orgasm. Unsure how he'd managed it, RJ smiled as he realized that he hadn't joined Peyton's explosion. He could go for another round. Could Peyton?

"Wow," the blonde mumbled, finally gaining her breath.

"Never seen that before, I think. You, for sure, can let loose."

"Uh, pull out, would you?" Peyton asked.

Sensing his hopes of another round might be over, the disappointed guy pulled his iron-hard cock out of the tight pussy. Not sure what to do, RJ stood waiting for the recovering Peyton to say more. Instead, he watched as she slowly found the strength in her arms to lift her upper body off the workbench.

Turning around, Peyton leaned her back against the wooden surface. RJ's gaze immediately dropped to marvel at his first view of her medium-sized breasts. Damn, they even look to be the same shape and firmness as Prissy's. A cluck of the tongue caused him to pry his attention away from those perky tits. Expecting to see a guilty or shy look on Peyton's face, RJ actually flinched when he saw a face filled with wanton lust.

"Ready for Round Two?" she asked huskily.

Sensing a mood that he wanted to continue, RJ flashed a smirk and a smartass question.

"So, if you're always the good girl, or the uptight girl--"

"I'm not uptight! And I think I just proved it."

"--I bet you never did the typical teenager fun stuff."

"I did fun stuff back in high school. I had a lot of fun."

RJ's smirk widened as he felt a bit of power over the confident girl.

"Oh, really, so that means you screwed in the backseat of your boyfriend's car? Legs up in the air, so the other kids at local spot could see you were getting railed?"

"I certainly did not! Lana might have done that, but not me."

"Aw, so Lana's the fun one like everyone assumes."

"I can have fun in my own way."

"Okay, let's see about that. Pick which one."

"Which what?"

"Should we use that Mercedes-Benz, BMW, or the Lexus?"

"What are you talking about?"

"As you noticed, I never came, so that means you're going to lose your backseat cherry tonight. Make up for that lost high school experience."

"That's my mom's Benz," Peyton said softly, glancing over to the middle car.

"That settles it. A good girl like you only goes bad in her parents' car." RJ reached for her hand, but Peyton had another idea.

After swatting his hand away, RJ watched as the blonde took hold of the edge of the bench and hopped up onto it. Leaning back on her palms, Peyton spread her legs wide. Balancing on one hand for a moment, she cupped one of her perky breasts while flashing an impish look that was so unlike her.

"My mom's car can be for Round Three."

"Round Three?"

"That thick, hard cock might belong to Priscilla, but tonight it's all mine," Peyton proclaimed, her eyes blazing. "I have four months of need built up. So give me the seed meant for Prissy."

"Goddamn, you definitely got a kinky side to you. Is this new or been hiding all these years?" RJ inquired, arching an eyebrow as he stepped forward.

"That's not a secret for you to--fuuccckkkk!" squealed Peyton as his thick cock pounded fully into her in one hard thrust.

Reaching out, she grabbed his head, yanking it toward hers. And for the first time tonight, the two unlikely lovers met in a passionate kiss. Once again, Peyton shocked RJ by displaying a level of ferocity in her kissing that he wondered if he ever really knew her.

Turning into a bossy blonde, she pushed his head down to her chest. "Suck my tits," the order came. RJ complied for a few long moments, coating those perky mounds of flash and pink nipples with salvia.

Seeking to reclaim the upper hand, RJ's aching cock drove in and out of the pussy, finally stretched out in front of him. He wasn't wasting any time warming up this time. Needing to cum, RJ planned to ravage her to the best of his ability. The slapping sounds filling the room spoke volumes about the **** of his thrusts.

"See, Pey, this is what you could have been doing. Imagine--ugh--yourself getting pounded in front of all your classmates by an off-limits guy. The gasps, the whispering, the judging, all over how Peyton Tarver is a bad girl just like her best friend," RJ urged, realizing how much this type of dirty talk turned on the good girl.

"Is that how you wanted your girlfriend to be?" Peyton shot back angrily, ignoring the feeling his words sent into her shivering body. Wrapping her legs around his back, and she prodded him with her heels to go faster.