True Life Erotica
The Boys of Summer
Stop being such a bitch and take your t-shirt off
My general belief in karma as a concept has come with age. If you lie and cheat then karma may be out to get you at a later date. It sounds outlandish but really it just supports the idea that being true and positive should work for you in life, whereas those who are continually dishonest or disrespectful to others may well get their just desserts.
However, when I was young I had other seeds to sow, and karma wasn’t one of them.
What follows is a true story — I may have embellished bits here and there, but the scene about to unfold actually happened before I had moved out of my parent’s house. I was nineteen and going steady with my first boyfriend Jim. On reflection Jim did not deserve to be treated in this way. But Vic and I seemed to think we were above retribution.
After our training session for the half marathon and a game of pool at the local, Jim drove us all home. Beth first, then, of course, he dropped Vic at my place because that’s where he left his car earlier. Vic lived around the corner. We’d been best friends since our early teens.
Jim kissed me goodbye and I cheerfully got out of the car and walked up the path to my house, waving goodbye to both of the lads. Vic started his vehicle and flashed his lights as Jim drove past and off down the road. As soon as he was out of sight I hurtled back through the garden gate and jumped in the passenger seat of Vic’s car.
“Where to?” he asked, leaning forward and switching on the car stereo.
“The car park behind the bowling club, should be empty at this time.” I glanced at my watch, it told me it was nearly 11 pm.
Vic smiled and revved the engine as we pulled away.
“Was Beth OK?” I queried. “She seemed a little bit distant, didn’t seem to have her mind on the job when we were training.”
“Ha, you’re a one to talk, I noticed you were really slow on that last stretch.”
“No, that’s because I was hanging back with her,” I protested.
“Yeah, yeah,”he replied pulling into the empty car park. “Well, it’s Beth’s birthday next week and we have a hotel and show booked in London, so she better be OK for that.”
We both got out of the car and then directly climbed into the back. It was an excessively warm summer night.
“Ah, treating your girlfriend, what a good loyal boyfriend you are,” I teased noticing the gold chain he wore around his neck. Her present to him last Christmas.
As he grabbed the back of my head and yanked my blond curls I could tell winter festivities were the furthest thing from his mind. Pushing his lips against mine he prized my mouth open with his tongue.
Then pulling away slightly, he said, “stop being such a cow and get your fucking t-shirt off.”
I grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it up and over my head.
“That’s better,” he muttered, already reaching behind my back to undo my bra.
My breasts tumbled forward into his waiting hands. Thumbs rolled over my nipples, and together with his forefinger he twisted them roughly.
I moaned and started for the zip on my jeans, making short work of removing them completely. In one movement I straddled him, putting my hands behind his neck and my mouth on his.
I began to grind my cunt down into his lap as I felt the hardness of his cock pushing back with enthusiasm.
“You’re a sexy bitch,” he murmured lifting one of my breasts to his lips and sucking and toying with the nipple.
I could feel my slit dripping into my knickers. I leaned back and undid the button on his fly, stroking the velvety skin of his shaft as I released his cock.
The sound of a recent chart hit, filled the air, as I shimmied forward and at the same time pulled the gusset of my panties to one side. With my other hand, I felt for his cock and placed it at the entrance to my cunt. His knob felt hot and alive nestling into my hole. Putting his hands on my hips he pushed them down as he jerked upwards.
“That’s better,” I mouthed. Holding on to the top of the seat back I began to wriggle up and down on his lap. His hand snaked round to explore my ass, one finger slipping into the gap. He kept it there for a while as we moved in unison.
The moon, high in its ascent, was now glowing through the side window making a spectacle of my breasts. Taking the weight of them in his hands, he squeezed, with an intense look of lust in his eyes. Putting back my head I knew I was on the last lap of my sprint, just how I liked it — hot, fast and furious. Not slow and deliberate like a marathon.
Sensations were building as I urgently pushed and ground down on his cock, getting it exactly where I wanted. As I came, my climax throbbed from my cunt, through my core, up to my brain causing sparks to cloud my vision. I moaned and shuddered with delight.
Leaning forward I whispered in his ear, “come on then. Fill me up — you know you want to.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. His eyes rolled back in his head and he jerked heavily upwards emitting a growl from his mouth. Then, slumping down into the seat he sighed, “Hmm, you’re divine.”
We dressed quickly, and really feeling the balmy heat of the summer and the smell of sex in the air, rolled down the car windows.
In silence, he drove me home.
Once out of the car I poked my head through the window and said, “Don’t forget we are double dating on Saturday. Jim and I can pick you and Beth up, if that’s easier?”
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