We just make it home

“Not long, now.” I promise and give my SUV a little more gas. Now that it is clear where this is going, I want more than just a grope through her jeans. I'd hate to have to explain to a police officer that I lost control of my car because I was unbuttoning my passenger's pants; thankfully rush hour traffic hasn't started yet and I am able to get the top three buttons undone so my hand can slide down against her bare flesh. To my surprise I find her completely shaven, but I am more interested in reaching her sex than questioning her about her grooming habits. A few inches more and I find her slit already good and slick.

“Oh yes!” Riya moves forward on her seat a little to give me a better angle. “That's what Mr. Patel did, when we started kissing.” Her eyes close and her head leans back against the headrest when my middle finger starts exploring between the folds. “I was a right nerd all my life before that, Mr. Patterson. I'd never done more than a few awkward kisses with a boy the year prior. In my mind, I thought that my private bits were a secret that only I knew about, but Mr. Patel seemed to know exactly where to touch me to make me melt.”

“Was he gentle?” I ask in part because I want to know exactly what she wants.

“Not really, Sir.” Riya's face twists, either from the effect of what I am doing or remembering that first encounter, “The first kiss was sweet, but then he had me pinned me against the side of the car as he explored my tits and pulled up my skirt.”

“Did you try to stop him?” It sounds like this teacher knew exactly what he was doing.

“Yes! Well in the beginning, but when he started fingering me like this, I just didn't know what to say or do.” I can only imagine how excited her teacher must have been when he discovered how responsive this Indian teenager was to his touch. “He said he knew I'd like it because of how dark-skinned I was.” By now we are off the main road, and I am driving down the suburban side streets barely stopping at the intersections. “Mr. Patel told me that Indian girls are like jaggery, 'the darker the color, the sweeter the taste.' I was always ashamed that my classmates were lighter than me, but he seemed to like the fact that my skin was so brown.”

“You're not that dark-skinned.” I tell her, once again a little confused by this obsession she seems to have with the shade of her caramel-colored skin. “I think your skin tone is beautiful.”

“Well, I'm darker than my mates, Mr. Patterson.” Even as she squirms with my fingers in her cunt, Riya is still not going to let this go, “and Mr. Patel was much fairer than me. He said that darkies like me had to earn the right to be with him. That's when he pushed me to my knees and took out his penis.” As much as I want to hear about Riya's first experience with oral sex, we are home and I pull into my driveway with a screech. Riya opens her eyes in surprise, and I wonder if she even knows where we are. I'm normally a patient man, but I am determined to get this Indian beauty somewhere private as quickly as I possibly can.

“Come on, girl.” I am out of the driver's seat and around to the passenger side before she's even pulled herself together, “Get your skinny brown ass out of this car, I can't wait another minute to make you mine!” Riya's jeans are still unbuttoned and a triangle of red panties visible to anyone with the right angle to see, but I pull her from my car and hustle her up the driveway taking only enough time to grab the bag from the pawn shop before hurrying after. I have to push her the last few steps to my back door, it's not that she seems unwilling, but the last five to ten minutes of me fingering her and her describing her first sexual encounter clearly has her dazed and unsteady on her feet. By the time I get her up on the porch and leaning against the house her eyes are bright with excitement.

“Are you going to make me earn the right to be with you, Sir?” Riya asks as I unlock the door, “Are you going to make my 'skinny brown ass' get down on my knees and blow you?” Under normal circumstances I'd regret saying that to her, but if anything, Riya seems excited by my politically incorrect gaff, and I'm hardly in the mood to talk about racism, body shaming or other degrading sexual treatment of women.