She got started without him

Gia had her panties around her shins and her hands full. Her left clutching her breast over her sweatshirt as her right was buried underneath her skirt, pumping two fingers into her hot cunt. Her hips slowly moved back and forth as she teased herself. Logan was late and she had started without him. Her eyes shot open with the click of the back door as Logan pulled it open.

“Sorry I’m late —“ Logan eked out before a hand dragged him into the back seat and he crashed into his girlfriend’s face, her tongue lunging into his mouth. He was just barely able to pull the door shut as Gia put her hands to his neck and wrestled him under her, not letting her boyfriend breathe as her lips stayed latched to his. Her hands ran down his chest as she was able to pull her wet lips off of him and across his cheek to hiss in his ear.

“Get your fucking pants off.”

Breanna climbed into the truck and smiled coyly at her boyfriend before putting a hand in his chest and leaning over the center console to meet his lips with hers, only stopping when she felt his hand creeping up her abdomen toward her chest.

“Nope, not here.”

Trey huffed and slumped back into the driver’s seat. Breanna cocked her head.

“Is that attitude? Drivers with attitude don’t get a bonus.”

Trey cleared his throat and straightened his back.

“No ma’am. Not at all. Where would you like to —“

Trey’s bit was cut short when he felt his girlfriend’s delicate hand slide into his lap and massage his hard-on.

“Just drive.”

The moisture left Trey’s mouth. Even after two years, his skin burned and tingled at her touch. He pulled out of his parking spot a little too forcefully and started taking them out of the parking lot.

Breanna looked nonchalantly out the window as Trey shuttled her off to a secluded place, her hand now stroking her boyfriend’s thigh while she took in the sights. The tall orange bricks of Falstaff high turned gold in the sunlight, barely a shadow cast from the school’s imposing form. The sky shone clear and blue and birds fluttered down the fall breeze. Bree gave passing glances to them, and the school, and the sea of used and handed-down cars that laid motionless in the lot as she teased Trey with tantalizing touches.

Perhaps it was the stillness that first tipped her off. As Trey approached the parking lot’s exit, Breanna noticed one car was moving. She didn’t hear an engine and it made no attempt to leave its spot, but Bree could have sworn saw it shifting beside its motionless neighbors. As they finally encroached on the car itself, Breanna’s grip on her boyfriend’s leg suddenly tightened.