Well, yes!

After another half-hour of skating together--hand in hand, doing dance moves (which basically meant Cindi doing dance stuff while Matt skated) and some close-up tandem skating, Cindi drew him to the side of the rink. "So, Matt. It's a school night. I think we should head toward home."

"Yeah, sure." Matt had been hoping for more, on the other hand, he had been worried that Cindi might expect him to take her out to eat... which would put a dent in the small stash he'd built up during their first week of school.

She held his hand as they left the ice... something clearly observed by Natasha and the other girls who continued practicing jumps and fancy moves on center ice.

After turning in his skates, Matt and Cindi headed for her Beemer.

A couple of minutes later, they were back on the road... but Cindi turned toward the ocean, away from both her place and Matt's.

"I thought we might want to... talk," Cindi offered as she swerved onto a scenic turnoff and skidded to a stop.

"Talking is always good," Matt lied.

She grasped his t-shirt and pulled his face toward hers, giving him a hard kiss that deepened as she gave him tongue.

A couple of minutes later, she pulled away. "I thought you were going to go off with Natasha when she latched onto you like a tick."

Matt shrugged. "It's our date, not hers."

"Yeah, and I want you to remember it."

She unfastened her seatbelt and then reached for his zipper.

"What--"

"Shut up. I know what I'm doing... I hope." The last part was whispered.

His dick, which had been tortured by a couple of hours of holding Cindi, then half a dozen other girls ending with Natasha by the tits and pussy, had already sprung back to full life from the kiss. When she got the zipper down, it popped out through the flap of his boxers and Cindi took it in both hands.

"Wow. I hadn't realized it would be so soft," she murmured. "Now tell me if I mess up with my teeth. I've read that can be painful."

Two seconds later, she lowered her face over his dick, taking her full in the mouth.