The Drive-in Theater Date with Hana

You sit with an arm slung around Hana’s shoulder, passing a bottle of red between the two of you. There’s some crackers and cheese on the side that you’ve been snacking on, but as the old western on the big screen has inched towards its conclusion, the two of you have abandoned all pretense of watching it. Instead, your hand has been gradually moving from the side of her shoulder, down the back of her dress, until it now sits right against her side, getting the tiniest brush of side-boob in the process.

“This shit’s nasty, but it gets the job done,” she says, taking a drink from the bottle.

You grin in response as you take a swig.

“Everyone’s hotter when you’re drunk,” you laugh. As you do so, you cop a feel, giving her tits a quick squeeze.

“Is that why you’re looking so good tonight?” she asks. “I must be drunk out of my mind then.”

“Lightweight,” you laugh.

“You’re the ugly one,” she shrugs, seemingly oblivious of the fact that your hand is roaming across her chest, fingers circling around the hardness of her nipples. You can see the thick nubs poking through the red silk of her dress, the dark areolas pressed up against the fabric. It’s hot.

“Well, I must have lucked out tonight. Stuck with a gorgeous babe like you, eh?” you say.

“You know it,” Hana scoffs. “You’re lucky that you’re Gina’s brother. It’s the only reason why I’m even here tonight.”

You roll your eyes at her, but when she doesn’t react, staring straight at you, you realize that she’s not kidding. Damn.

“Oh what, so you can play your silly little mind games with her?” you say. “Too bad. Gina doesn’t even know I’m here tonight.”

You look around, making your point. There are other groups chatting and laughing in other cars, people with picnic spreads out, and maybe even a couple hooking-up, doing their thing discreetly. But there’s no sign of Gina. Not that she’d come to an event like this.

“Girls talk,” Hana says, rolling her eyes. “She knows.”

“Gina’s not omnipotent,” you say. “I would know.”

“Whichever way, I’ll make sure she knows,” your date smiles. “Then she’ll do what I want her to. You’ve got a role to play in that.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” you ask, curious.

She gives you a quick smile. “You’re not just here to feel me up. Stay still,” she says, and you begin to retract your hand from her tit. “No. Stop. Keep your hand right there.”

You freeze, your hand clasped tight around her breast, and you glance at her. But she’s ignoring you, fishing around in her purse, pushing aside lipstick and tissues and gold glitter, trying to find God knows what. A moment later, she pulls out her phone. Then, it takes her a minute or two to fiddle with the settings, try out a couple of angles, and then she messes with the car control panel, adjusting the seat angle and the temperature and a dozen things besides, but finally, she gets it.

“The perfect lighting,” she says, lining the two of you up for a selfie. She snaps the photo.

It looks cute, you have to admit, until you see your hand squeezing that soft tit of hers. It’s glaringly obvious. One might even say the focal point of the shot.

“You want that in the photo?”

“You don’t?” she counters, flashing you a smile.

“Minor surprise, that’s all,” you say, rolling with it.

“Wow, I didn’t think you were such a prude,” she laughs.

“Nah, I just don’t think you’ll get what you want,” you answer.

“Oh yeah, like you know how to play with us sorority girls,” Hana laughs, rolling her eyes. “I told you. You’re playing a whole new ball game now. Watch a master at her craft.”

“Alright,” you shrug, watching her send the photo to a group chat.

There’s an immediate reaction. Her sorority sisters go ooh and aah, dirty jokes and jealous comments flooding in. Hana’s texting non-stop, dealing with the sudden wave of attention with practiced ease. You’re left on the side, fondling her up. Not that you mind. Hana’s got a pretty great rack and you could do this all night. But as the minutes drag on, you see Hana getting more and more frustrated. Most of the girls are starting to lose interest, but even worse…

“She’s not biting,” Hana growls, after five minutes more spent laser focused on her phone.

“Told you it wouldn’t work,” you say, your hand roaming down to give her ass a smack. “You can’t lure a big fish with small bait. You’ve got to give it more.”

“Uh-huh,” she says idly, tapping on Gina’s profile. You try to avoid staring too much at the cleavage on display. A bird in hand and all that, with your hands still caressing Hana’s perfect brown tits… plus, Gina’s your sister.

Hana hems and haws to herself as she deliberates directly provoking the beast. She opens up the DMs, and then she decides against it, turning to face you.

“You’re one fucking lucky dude,” she says. “This is never first date territory for me.”

“What’s not?” you ask, playing dumb.

She gets on her knees in front of you, undoing your belt and tugging your pants off in one swift motion.

“This,” she says, but her eyes widen as she sees the growing tent beneath your boxers.

“Sure you’re not the lucky one?” you tease in reply.

“Fuck you,” she mumbles, her hand slipping under the fabric.

You feel her cool fingers playing up against your length, and you suppress a groan. Hana’s a dextrous little minx. She wraps her fingers around your cock, giving it a good old fashioned tug. The tug turns into two, and then a full on handjob. With each stroke of her hand, Hana watches with growing fascination as your cock gorges and grows towards its full size.

“You’re going to need two hands to deal with this,” you say, as she finally deigns to remove your boxers.

“Fuck, I might need to give it more,” she says, the heat of her breath playing on the head of your cock.

You resist the urge to shove your cock into her mouth in that moment. She’s been teasing you all night, and you can’t give in now. Not when you’re so close…

Hana gets a second hand onto your cock, the two of them working together to give your shaft the treatment it deserves. Your erection is prime and throbbing, but incredibly, it seems to get harder still as she lowers her head down towards the tip of your cock. She pauses just as her lips pause against your head, her hands still playing up and down your meatstick. She holds there for a second, her dark eyes looking up into yours.

“You want me?” she asks.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” you moan.

“Then start taking photos,” she says, shoving her phone into your hand.

As she does, her lips brush against your head, sending you into overdrive. It’s a few seconds of agony as you line up the camera and get the angle just right—this girl is picky about her photos, and the last thing you want is for her to pull away now. You snap a half-dozen shots, hoping that one of them turns out alright.

“Let me see,” she says, giving the head of your cock a tentative lap as she takes back her phone.

You watch as she puckers her mouth, bobbing her head in approval as she sees each one, taking you an inch deeper with every photo that she scrolls by.

“Mwah,” you hear her say, which makes no sense until she pushes the phone back at you.

More. She wants more photos? Sure, you’re thrilled to take more. You’d do anything to keep this girl sucking your cock, and now you get to document it, too. But this girl is demanding. The moment you finish taking another burst of photos, she wants to see it. Remarkably, when you pass the phone back to her, she starts editing it with one hand, while she continues to blow you, stroking you off with her other hand.

You lean back, enjoying the show. This is the life. Hana sucks cock like a champ. You don’t even care that she’s busy editing those pics while she blows you. This is a BJ that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. You glance out of the car, watching the movie playing on the big screen, and a wide smile crosses your face.

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s the way” you say, as she hands you back the phone and begins to use her newly freed hand to fondle your balls.

You know your role by now. You capture photo after photo of this glorious scene before you. Your cock is buried deep inside this Zeta babe’s throat, and you watch as she gags and spits and works it like a champion. You take a couple videos, too, making sure to capture the beauty of the moment.

Hana keeps it up, deep-throating you with such vigor that you worry about her for half a second. But nah, this sorority girl knows her limits. You let yourself get carried away, watching her blow you with a singular focus on your pleasure. She gives it her all, her neck craning up and down, tongue running the length of your shaft. Her hands are twin supporting actresses, working your length and your balls and even getting naughtier, drifting lower, and you moan aloud, thoroughly enjoying the show. You know that she’s acting for the camera, but that just makes it all the better. Nobody else gets a blowjob like this from her.

Before you know it, you’re brought to the edge, your balls boiling in anticipation of the coming release. You barely have the presence of mind to hit record on a new video as you groan: “Oh shit, here it comes!”

Hana continues sucking, undaunted by your exclamation, and you feel your seed spurting out in heavy ropes. Her mouth remains tightly sealed around your member through your orgasm. She keeps it up even as you shudder, your legs turning to jelly as she jacks you off with her hand, the sensation and pleasure intermingling into something overwhelming. The cum flows thick, and you watch her swallow with admiration, not even pausing for breath.

“Damn,” you mutter, when she finally slips off your cock, looking mighty pleased with herself. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

Hana holds a hand out. It takes you a second to realize what she wants, and then you return her phone back to her.

“Jazz band,” she laughs, ending the recording. “Circular breathing’s a pretty neat trick.”

“What do you play?” you ask.

“Sax,” she says, the one word answer all that you’re going to get out of her.

She’s already lost on her phone again, somehow picking out the best photos and clips from the videos you took and splicing them together into a montage that’s got your loins starting to stir again.

“Sex? Wow, you? Sex? Now?” you say. “You’re going to have to give me a minute to get it back up.”

“Ha-ha,” she says, deadpan. “You heard it right the first time.”

It takes her a few more minutes to finish editing the short video, time that you spend munching on the remaining snacks, sipping wine, browsing your phone. She seems to be agonizing between two equally raunchy shots of her going down on you, flicking back and forth between the two options. You can tell that she’s nervous, so you throw her a bone.

“Gina’s going to react to this one. I know my sister,” you say, pointing at the one on the left.

“You sure?” she asks, giving you the side-eye.

“Swear on my life,” you say.

Hana doesn’t look convinced, but a second later, she goes with your choice, wraps up the clip, and lets it drop in the group chat.

DON’T SHARE BEYOND THIS GC she texts.

And just like that, the reactions start rolling in, this time thrice as thunderous as the last. Half of the comments are astounded at Hana’s stellar technique, and a few are wondering who the lucky dude is—when they’re told it’s you, they shift to talking about the size of your member…

Then comes the text that the two of you have been waiting for. The one from Gina. It’s short, simple, and sweet.

I’ve seen better.

“Oh, she’s jealous of me,” Hana laughs, giving you a big high five.

“You were hot as fuck,” you reply, smiling back at her.

“You were right, that last photo really did the trick,” she says.

You smile, laughing along with her, but for a very different reason. You just swindled this Zeta babe out of a blowjob. The real reason why Gina responded to the second set of photos and not the first was just a matter of scheduling. Gina was stuck on a phone call with the parents about taxes when the movie started, and she must have only just gotten off the call. That’s the reason she didn’t reply back then.

“Send me those pics, would you?” you say.

“Only if you don’t share them,” Hana says, giving you a hard look.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you smile.

After all, the only person who needs to see them has seen ‘em. You just want a record of the good memories.

Hana + 25