"Don't stop now," Anne encouraged, fidgeting in her seat. "Damn, you're getting me wet just hearing about it... go on!"
Well, we got to his car in the parking lot, and it was totally deserted, since we were the only ones coming or going. He was fumbling with his keys, trying to find the hole for the lock when I kinda spun his body around, pressing his back to the Cutlass as I pressed my body against his, my tongue filling his mouth.
He started to say something, starting with "Ms. Darl..." when i cut him off, my finger to his lips. Stan, I said, if you're gonna end up fucking me, cal me Beth. And then he started to suck on my finger, which drove me wild, Anne.
They were sitting in the living area of Beth's private apartment area of the BEdZ house; Anne involuntarily put her hand on the crotch of her slacks, pressing in against herself. "Oh shit, Beth," was all she could say.
I looked around Beth continued, and since we were still alone, I unbottoned the top two buttons of my blouse. Lick me I commanded him, and as he started to run his tongue down my neck and between my breasts, I reached out and gently grasped his bulging cock through his jeans. Damn, Anne, it felt wonderful.
Soon we were in the car, searching for a quiet spot to make out.
We came to the edge of campus and pulled to the side of the tennis courts, which were totally abandoned. I had him push he seat back all the way, and then I straddled him while he buried his face in my chest. It was like he was famished, Anne, as he sucked on my breast.
Andy was going nuts, hearing his buddy's story. As listened, he pictured Mr. Darlington opening her blouse to let him in. Plenty of times at the house she had shown plenty of cleavage, but this was crazy.
"Damn, man, did you fuck her right there? Tell me... more."
He kept a nervous eye out for Alaine's return.