What a terrible travesty of time, he thought to himself as he locked his
car door and headed towards the building where his court-mandated course
of "driving improvement school" was to take place. The building
was actually a local Holiday Inn. Apparently the school did whatever it
did to commandeer one of the business meeting-like rooms for its classes.
And, just his luck, his only available day had been this Saturday. Which
meant, of course, there would be plenty of high school kids there. How he
hated them. Only two years their senior, the bitter taste of high school
still hadn't left his mouth. He never liked any of them when he was there,
why should he now?
Eight fucking
hours. Eight fucking hours! Damn it. Still, he resigned himself to the
day's predictable events. He asked the clerk at the desk where the room
for the driving school was. He got a bit irritated when he had to repeat
his question because the fat ass clerk was too busy staring at his crazily
styled dyed blue hair and multiple ear piercings to hear him the first
time. He watched the clerk stare at his back via a wall mirror as he went
down the hall he'd been told to. Finding the fourth door on the right,
as instructed, he barely stopped himself from muttering a curse under
his breath as he noticed the room was nearly full - even though he was
about ten minutes early. He found a seat in the very back on the right.
As he'd entered on the room's left, that put him further from the door
than he wanted to be. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and waited for
the instructor to appear.
A few moments
later, he heard the chair next to him being pulled out from under the
table and he knew someone was taking a seat there. He didn't bother to
open his eyes; it obviously wasn't the instructor, so he did not care.
Five minutes later, the instructor came in. He knew this from the announcement
of a slightly high-pitched voice, which proclaimed, "I'm here at
last." He opened his eyes to look at the instructor: a terribly thin
man dressed casually who looked to be in his late fifties. He continued
to stare straight ahead at the blank television screen as the instructor
began setting up. He didn't want to associate with any of the people here,
and he really just wanted to get this over with. Apparently, however,
time was of no concern to the instructor, who announced there would be
ten-minute breaks scheduled for every hour, along with an hour-long lunch
between noon and one. Terrific. That meant almost two hours of time they'd
be spending not getting the class taken care of. He'd much rather take
it six hours straight than this intermittent eight-hour crap. Well, not
much he could do about it. He sighed.
The person
next to him shifted a bit, taking something from under her seat. Yes,
it was a her, he noticed with immediate approval as he took a sidelong
look at her. He was almost surprised enough to turn his head, but didn't.
She had one side of her head shaved, the other side about shoulder length
and in a ponytail. The ponytail was purple, but the rest of it was green.
She was dressed not dissimilar from himself: plain black T-shirt, regular
black pants, tall black leather boots and, he noted with a carefully suppressed
smile, multiple piercings. He noticed her looking over at him as she placed
her drink under her seat after taking a gulp.
He leaned
forward a bit and sighed. The instructor's droning was almost good enough
to make him fall asleep. But he didn't. Not with the back-of-the-mind
distraction of the girl next to him. She was definitely attractive. Thin
and shapely. The hair and piercings were excellent. It wasn't terribly
long before the first break was called. He decided to stay in the room
rather than mill about with the rest of the idiots. So did she. They kept
glancing at each other throughout the ten minutes. It felt like ten seconds
to him. He couldn't get enough of an eyeful to satisfy him. He noticed
her looking at him quite frequently as well. When the break was over,
the instructor again continued on and on in that nasal, annoying voice
of his. When the next break was called, he stood up and fished around
in his pockets. He knew he didn't have enough for the drink machine in
the hall, but that was the point.
He sat back
down, two quarters in one hand, and leaned towards her. "Say, would
you happen to have a spare quarter? I'm thirsty and apparently the drinks
here are really top of the line considering the price..."
She flashed
him a quick smile, which revealed nice, even, bright white teeth. "Sure
thing." She leaned back a bit in the chair and let her hand searched
a pocket for a few moments before producing the item. "Here you go."
"Thanks."
She placed the quarter in his hand, and her fingers lingered on his a
moment too long to be polite. He sat there for a minute just looking at
her. Suddenly realizing he was supposed to be buying a drink, he stood
up and did just that. By the time he'd come back, opened his Coke and
taken a few sips, the instructor had returned and was beginning on the
next lecture.
When the
next break came, he decided to try some simple conversation. He hated
doing it, but he really wanted to get to know this girl better. Turning
her way slightly, he noticed a small logo on her shirt he hadn't seen
before. "Good band. ATR."
She looked
over at him. "Yeah, I think so."
"That
makes two of us... and the only two here I'll bet."
"No
shit," she said. "All these high school kids and old people.
This place is horrible."
"We
fit in real well."
"Definitely,"
she agreed with a smirk.
A short pause,
and then he tried another avenue of discussion. "These people seem
to be the kind of assholes that got me here."
"Oh?"
She managed to quirk one eyebrow up, and he thought it gave her a sophisticated,
sexy look.
"Yeah,"
he said. "Some real intelligent person pulled in front of me on the
highway and decides to slam on the brakes. Of course, since he was right
there and I was so close I had no time to react, but they said it was
my fault anyway."
"That's
rough," she replied. "I was only speeding. I was in a hurry
to get home and got caught doing sixty in a forty-five zone."
He nodded,
then shrugged. "It could be worse."
The instructor
came in after that and showed another video for the next hour. It wasn't
gory; rather, it was one of those boring videos that display footage that
is utterly ridiculous and the narrator always has the most monotone voice
possible. Fortunately, however, the next break was the hour-long lunch
break.
The two of
them waited until nearly everyone else had filed out of the room before
they got up to leave. Once they got into the hallway they walked side
by side, and it all felt very natural to them to be doing so. As they
walked out of the hotel, she looked over at him and asked, "So what's
your name anyway?"
He stopped
walking. "I'm being rude today. I'm Jason."
"Samantha.
You can call me Sam." She smiled at him.
"Sam
it is. You feel like getting some lunch?"
She just
nodded. So they went to a Subway down the street and ordered lunch. They
talked the whole time, and they found they had a lot in common. They exchanged
jokes, anecdotes, and favorite bands. They liked a lot of the same music.
During this whole time, he found that her tongue was pierced. It looked
quite lovely to him. It was with some reluctance that they returned to
the Holiday Inn and the driving school, knowing they'd have to keep quiet
during the session. During each remaining break they stayed in the room
and talked quietly to one another. When the class had come to a close,
and the instructor had handed out the certificates of completion, they
went to the parking lot together and stood there. They'd parked next to
each other unknowingly.
They stood
there uncertainly for a while, just exchanging pleasantries. He eventually
asked her for her number, and she his. After they'd exchanged them, he
decided to get a little farther and asked her if she wanted to do something
sometime. He worded it as ambiguously as that. She, in turn, asked him
if he wanted to do something tonight. Though surprised, he wasn't about
to turn down such an offer, so he gladly accepted. It turned out that
he lived in an apartment complex where she used to live, so he gave her
the street name and apartment number, and she told him she'd be there
at ten.
Time passed
slowly for him after he'd gotten home. He cleaned up a bit. There wasn't
that much to clean up, though, as he was generally fairly tidy. As his
clock clicked past 10:16, he was afraid she wasn't going to show up. She
did though, two minutes later, knocking shyly on his door. He opened it
up and let her in.
"Sorry
I'm late," she said, "but there was an accident near that shopping
center on the way here that took me a while to get around."
He nodded.
"No problem at all. Would you like something to drink?"
"I was
sort of hoping we could just go out for some coffee, if that's alright
with you?"
Of course
it was all right with him! "Sure. Let me grab my wallet."
And so they
went to a little café in the city. There they sat, drinking coffee,
smoking, and talking, and before either of them realized it the time had
become three in the morning. So, somewhat reluctantly, they got back in
her car and she drove them back to his place. He asked her if she wanted
to come in for a while longer so they could go on with their conversation.
He had plenty of caffeine supplies, he assured her. She agreed, and they
went in together.
They both
reclined on his couch. The movie they'd decided to watch had just stopped.
He automatically reached forward to rewind it. He leaned back and yawned.
They sat close to each other, and she decided to get more comfortable.
At this point, they'd become fairly friendly with one another and had
kissed a few times. Each kiss was electric. There was an energy they couldn't
deny, and each successive kiss had been longer than the last. Now, as
she lay her head in his lap and looked up at him, he felt a stirring in
his loins as he looked down at her pretty, sleepy-eyed face. He hoped
she didn't notice.
They remained
in that position until the click of the video finishing rewinding seemed
to click them back into reality. She raised one arm and placed it on his
neck, then wiggled up to a half-sitting position. Silently, she leaned
forward. He accepted her without comment, and before long their lips met
in that undeniably lustful union which includes saliva and tongues. Both
of her arms went behind his neck as she tried to pull him closer. He sucked
and nibbled at her swirling tongue. Her tongue stud teased and excited
him, and a few minutes later, still engaged in that erotic tongue combat,
he began to shift underneath of her, trying to keep her off of his lap.
It didn't
work, however, for as they disengaged from that incredible kiss, she moved
to straddle him as she leaned back in for another. The kiss was quick
this time, and it was very wet. They kissed repeatedly like that, and
he began to drift lower until he found her neck. He began to suck and
bite her neck, which caused her to wiggle in his lap, low and soft moans
escaping her lips. His mouth moved from her ravaged neck to the hollow
of her throat, and as his kisses went back up to her mouth, she suddenly
pushed him away. She took her shirt off with a violent movement and flung
it backward without looking behind. She quickly pulled his off as well
and pushed against his chest with hers, and their mouths found one another
rapidly. His hands found the straps of her bra and undid them with some
skill. They remained on the couch, kissing roughly, hands roaming one
another's bodies as if trying urgently to touch as much flesh as possible.
Eventually, her bra slipped down and she moved to take it all the way
off. At once, his mouth was riveted to one of her hard pink nipples. His
hands massaged her ample breasts, exploring and caressing and teasing
the wonderful globes.
She writhed
in his arms, moaning quite audibly now as she held his head to her breasts.
She was groaning under his masterful ministrations. After he'd given each
breast more than its fair share of attention, she once again took his
tongue to hers and began to grind her hips against his. As he practically
tried to suck her tongue stud off, she was frantically trying to fuck
him through her pants and his. He was quickly caught up in the motion,
and after several minutes of moaning and sweating by the both of them,
she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, biting into his
neck as her body began to convulse. She shook all over from the orgasm
pounding through her, and she began to draw blood from his neck as she
tried unsuccessfully to hide her moaning in his neck. She panted heavily,
trying to calm down, and he merely had his eyes closed, taking deep breaths.
She knew he hadn't climaxed, though, and was determined to give him something
for all he'd given her.
Wordlessly,
she slipped from his lap and unbuttoned his pants and deftly removed them
- their boots had been shed long ago. His cock was throbbing, and if she
hadn't been expecting it, would've hit her in the face as it sprang out
of its constraints. There were almost eight inches of it, and she took
it by the base with one hand to massage his balls and she lowered her
mouth to its engorged head. Her tongue stud massaged the sensitive underside
of his member as she began to jerk the rest of him with one hand. He tossed
his head back and groaned before having the concentration to look down
at this amazing girl doing amazing things to him.
She withdrew
her mouth and began to jerk him off even more, rubbing his cock against
her face, neck, and between her tits. He thought he was going to cum right
then, between her beautiful breasts, but he bit down on his lower lip
and held it in with great effort. She leaned forward then, and her tongue
stud probed the head of his cock, pressing against the slit. The feel
of it sent a shock through his body and he gasped as he felt his load
shooting out. The first spurt hit her tongue, and then her mouth engulfed
his cock, sucking down the rest of his cum. She wasn't sure she could
swallow it all, and some began to run down her chin just as he was finishing,
but she quickly wiped it up and licked it from her hand.
She sucked
on his cock again to be sure it was cleaned off, then stood and worked
her way out of her pants. She wasn't wearing any underwear. He pulled
her to the couch, forcing her onto her back as he knelt between her legs.
Apparently she was a redhead, though she didn't have any of the freckles
one would commonly expect. Excited by the fiery patch around her womanhood,
he eagerly dove in with his tongue. He didn't bother with the slow kissing
and teasing, he spread her pussy with his hands and let his tongue work
its way inside of her. She squirmed underneath of him. He tongue-fucked
her for a few minutes, then began sucking on her clit. He used the tip
of his tongue to draw designs on that fleshy, engorged thing. As he pushed
his tongue inside of her again, he was almost dizzied by the erotic aroma
of her womanhood. As his tongue explored her intimately, he used his hands
to lift her perfect little ass up off of the couch so his tongue could
delve more deeply. As he buried his tongue deeper, she suddenly began
pulling at his hair, trying to grasp his head.
She nearly
screamed, "Fuck me! Get up here and fuck me!"
He needed
no further prompting. He arose from between her legs and positioned himself
over her. He ran his cock over her opening once, but she slammed her hips
up against his so hard it hurt. He quickly shoved himself in her and she
was pulling him down on top of her and he went further in. He began fucking
her hard and fast. It seemed the deeper his cock went, the faster it slid
in and out of her wet cunt, the more she screamed and begged for him to
fuck her harder. Her nails were digging into his back as she began to
climax again, and as he felt her muscles tightening around him, he shoved
himself in harder and harder, and faster still as his cum shot out of
his cock and into her pussy. Their lovemaking didn't stop just then, but
soon after they both fell asleep on the sweat-soaked couch.
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