Car

Maybe I was missing something, but I had a strong suspicion that car sex was one of those things that sounded awesome on paper, but sucked in practice. Never should have agreed to it, but it was way too late to back out now.

Reflecting on the situation, it might have worked a lot better if we used the back seat and if I was on top. Kaylee wouldn’t have that though. One thing I learned early was that Kaylee liked the dominant role. She wanted to be in the position to control the pace and what we did. Not that I was complaining. Cowgirl Kaylee was super fun, but it was also one of those problem points. The girl only seemed to know two things: ‘go,’ and ‘go fast.’

Leaning back as far as the passenger seat would let me, it was still a tight fight with Kaylee straddling me. I could feel her powerful legs squeeze at me as she lifted herself. She never stayed that way long. It was like she had an innate sense of how far she could go before dropping herself down again. I would have a chance if that was all, but it was never the case with Kaylee. No, she was an overachiever who always did her best. Her hips rocked against me as she rode my cock. Each time she moved up, it was like she was squeezing at my cock. Combine it all with her hammering pace and it was no wonder no one could last with her.

Today was different than normal. Even though she was going full throttle, I was managing to keep up—for the most part. That had a lot to do with the location more than anything. Through the pleasure I was feeling, there was a mix of fear and embarrassment that was cutting my enjoyment down. The car was rocking from the **** of Kaylee’s movements. A casual glance from any distance would make it obvious what was going on inside. It was like everyone in the fucking school needed to pass by the car to get to their own.

People were acting as if they’d never seen two people fucking before.

The only saving grace to my erection was Kaylee. My eyes couldn’t stop eating up her reaction. She was beautiful even in the worst of times, but seeing her in her element was a sight to behold. The way her blue eyes lit up when they looked down at me. The way her bottom lip rolled between her teeth as she grunted and groaned with effort. People walked past, peeking inside as they did. I could feel her tighten around me, a smile on her face as she enjoyed the attention. Some of the more rambunctious people gave her cheers and other noises of support. I wasn’t keen on the idea of an audience, but Kaylee ate it up.

A pair of fans lingered by the passenger window. I didn’t recognize them, but they were the type of guy who had no chance with her. One was a bit overweight and the other wasn’t that great looking. This was as close as they would ever get, and it was clear they knew it. I had no doubt they would whip out their dicks and jack off if they could somehow get away with it. Their intense stares almost ruined the whole thing. I didn’t like how they were looking at my girlfriend, even if she wasn’t exposing anything.

Or at least, she hadn’t been.

She grabbed the bottom of her shirt. With a mischievous smirk, she dragged her shirt and bra up to rest atop her pert breasts. My eyes instantly fell to her exposed chest, heart racing as new life surged between my legs.

“Scott,” she gasped loudly. There was a slight shift in her attitude as she towered above me. “Right there, Scott.” Her moans got louder and more exaggerated. In moments like this, a storm of cursing left her pretty lips. The only thing that broke them up was when she mixed my name into the flow.

Everything about this moment was theater. She could fool everyone else, but I knew her better than that. Kaylee made it seem like she was mounting a sex god. While that might have been a much-needed ego booster, I had a frame of reference to know I wasn’t at that level. Not yet. There was only one reason for all this, and that was her two fans standing outside watching her. It was difficult to tell what she was enjoying more right now, bouncing forcefully atop my cock or having the two guys watch her do it.

I loved Kaylee, and it would take a lot for those feelings to change, but it was moments like this that I saw how blinded I was by my feelings towards her before. I wasn’t sure if I had refused to acknowledge anything negative about her or if she was relaxing her guard around me now that we were dating. Regardless, I recognized now that she had a cruel side of her as well. It wasn’t remotely in the same realm as someone like Zoe or anything like that, but it was there. I recognized the expression she had. Even though she was outwardly ignoring her audience, she was aware of them. This whole, ‘This is the most amazing sex ever’ wasn’t for me, and it certainly wasn’t for her either—not outright. It was all a show for the two poor bastards outside, driving home the message, ‘Enjoy watching. You’ll never get this.’

I hated it because it hit too close to where I had been. Not that long ago, I had been in their place. The situation wasn’t exactly the same, but the intent behind it was. Being on the other side of it wasn’t any better.

Our audience was chased off by a group of girls. I heard giggling as they passed, giving us curious glances.

“I’m so close,” Kaylee moaned as she rocked her hips against me. Shit. I was too. It seemed this race was going to be close, though I had a feeling I was closer. No amount of math or distracted thoughts would change the inevitable. In her rush to the finish line, she sent me over first.

Head pressed back against the headrest, I grunted as I came. The pleasure was quickly turned to pain as Kaylee desperately tried to push forward. I could tell she was close, but my body was done and letting me know it was done now.

“K-Kaylee,” I gasped as I grabbed her hips and forcefully stopped her.

“Fuck.” Adrenaline spiked through me as her fist slammed against the headrest inches from my face. Shocked, I watched as anger and frustration danced across her face. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Her emotions instantly cooled as she took control, but it was too late. I already knew the depths of her disappointment. Terrible as it was, it wasn’t something new either. I had gotten her closer than most previous attempts but had come up short once more.

“I can—”

“Forget it,” she said with a huff, pulling her shirt and bra down. She took a moment to adjust it, not looking at me in the process.

“But—”

“I have to get ready for practice.”

Grabbing her arm, I stopped her. “Kaylee.”

Hesitating, she finally sighed. “It’s fine, Scott. Really.”

“Clearly it’s not.” I held her arm when she tried to move towards the door. I gave her a look that showed I wasn’t going to let her go until she talked to me. She responded by leaning forward and kissing me.

“We can talk later, okay?” she whispered. “Coach is going to kill me if I’m late.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

We did an awkward dance as she got out of the car while also getting her clothing situation fixed. I did the same thing. Before I could stop her, she had already grabbed the condom and drained it of its contents. Every time. She gave me a grin when she noticed my stare. Smacking her lips, she winked. “A protein boost before practice.”

I rolled my eyes. “Gross.”

Chuckling, she headed back to the school building leaving me to recover in the passenger seat. Running a hand through my hair, I sighed and sank back into the seat. I still had homework to do, but I no longer had the energy to work through it. With a deep breath, I collected myself and got out of the car. Grabbing my bag from the backseat, I closed the door and headed inside.