Make out

With Deanna’s crotch grinding against yours, you wraps your arms around her and hold her tightly as she bends down to kiss you. Your tongue plays with hers and you reach down with one hand and slide it under her dress and bring it up on her ass. You feel her firm buttocks under her panties and slide your fingers under her waistband, exploring the crack of her ass.

Deanna moans and lifts her head, arching her back, and thrusting her breasts in your face. You bury your face between them. Keeping one hand on her ass, you use the other to squeeze one breast and then the other.

You slip her shoulder straps off and pull down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. You kiss each of them several times before focusing your attention on her left nipple. You suck on it, gently scraping your teeth over the rising nub. As you move to the right nipple, you feel her slide back slightly and reach for your belt. Her hands unbuckle it, unfasten your pants and unzip your fly. Returning her crotch to yours she resumes her grinding, and you feel your cock against her cunt, separated only by two very thin layers of fabric.

As if remembering what the evening is all about, Deanna abruptly looks over her shoulder to the car. You follow her look and see the car is gently rocking back and forth. The foggy windows prevent you from seeing what is happening inside, but you have been responsible for rocking enough cars that you have no doubt about the activities therein.

“Are we bad people for being such terrible chaperones,” she asks you, reaching into your boxer briefs and tugging at your cock so its head is visible above your waistband.

“Not at all,” you say. “We are keeping them in sight, and I don’t know what your instructions were about Jimmy, but I was told to be on my best behavior with Clarice, and I can honestly say that I kept my hands off of her.”

“Mmmmm.... you’ve convinced me,” she says, resuming her grinding while tickling the bottom of your shaft. “And such skillful hands you have, too.”

She makes that observation just as you reach behind her, slip you hand under the leg hole of her panties, and delicately rub her pussy. You can just barely reach far enough to touch her there, and the teasing effect seems to please her immensely.

“I want you, Aron,” she says, breathlessly. Looking again at the rocking car, she says, “Do we have time?”

Asking whether you have time for sex is basically a rhetorical question. The real question is whether you have time to do everything you want to do with Deanna. Looking at the car and judging from your own experience in losing your virginity, it’s pretty safe to say that Jimmy and Clarice are about to finish what they are doing. That doesn’t necessarily mean that you and Deanna have to rush things, though.