Handie in the car

"I'll jerk you off on the way, I guess..."

"Figured you'd pick that," he said. "You were getting pretty into it earlier."

"I was not!" you say, watching as he stands up and heads toward the exit. You begrudgingly follow him. "And, also! All of this is supposed to be to keep stuff from getting out around school. We're meeting your friends at the mall now?"

"Not friends from this school, so chill," he said. He led you to his car, a nice sedan that looked very expensive, and unlocked it. You glanced around, then got in once you confirmed no one saw you. You both buckled up and he started the car and headed out. Once you hit the first stop light, he glanced over to you. "Well?"

You rolled your eyes and reached over with your left hand, fumbling around to free his dick again. Harder when using your left hand, but you managed to get it free by the time the light turned green. He was hard as a rock again, and you started stroking.

"You like my cock, don't you?" he asked, eyes shooting over to you briefly before returning to the road. You took a quick look around, not seeing his phone anywhere.

"Yeah, babe. It's so long and thick," you said, putting on your best 'sultry girl voice'.

"Tell me you love it."

You hesitated, then sighed. "I love your huge cock, babe," you said.

"Does touching it get you wet?"

"So wet..." you says, stroking and then playing with the head. Something about how soft and spongy it was felt nice. Appealing.

"Show me," he said. When I glared at him, he shrugged. "You don't need to take your pants off, just get some on your fingers."

Another roll of the eyes, but he still had you over a barrel. You started undoing your belt, eyes tracing wet spots where pre-cum smeared onto your belt. You wrinkled your nose, then went back to it. Once the belt was loosened, you reached into your pants with your right hand. You had explored a bit after the change, but not too much. You had expected to need to do something to really get wet. When your fingers found your folds, you were surprised to feel that you were already quite wet. You coated your hand and then pulled it out to show him, marveling at it a bit yourself. Why were you wet?

"Use that. Jerk me off with that," he said. You twisted in your seat, wanting this over with, and gripped his shaft with your right hand. You stroked him, hand gliding with your juices. After a few minutes he came, clearly trying to restrain himself a bit. Instead of blasting out his load, it trickled out from the start, coating your hand. You pushed the thought from your mind that both of your fluids were now mixing.

"You're getting better at that," he said.

"Do you have anything I can clean my hand with?"

"You could lick it off," he suggested as we pulled up to the next red light. At my glare, he chuckled and reached back to a fast food bag and pulled out some napkins. I wiped my hands and then tossed the soiled napkins into the bag. We were pretty silent after that, until we reached the mall. "Come on," he said. "We're meeting them by that entrance.