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She tries to yank her hand away. I lock her fingers in with mine.
"I wouldn't have sex with anyone else," she answers indignantly.
I know she wouldn't. But still, she is lying to me. And I don't like it. Her phone pings and she checks it discreetly before putting it away. Pain shoots up through my leg, and I grip the wheel until my knuckles turn white. Irritation pains, they always seem to occur whenever Lola’s around. But we've arrived at our destination, and my discomfort takes a back seat when she sees where I've brought her.
"The drive-in?" she yelps. "We're going to the drive-in?"
"Yes. I had an inkling that you’ve always wanted to make out at the drive in. I’m happy to oblige."
She rolls her eyes. "I should have known."
I pay, and then we park and tune into the station.
"I'll be right back," I tell her.
She doesn't ask where I'm going because she's captivated by the dancing cartoons up on the big screen. When I return five minutes later, my hands are filled with snacks and drinks.
"Did you buy the whole shop?"
"Just want my girl to be happy." The words are a thoughtless utterance that I can’t take back.
Lola sags into her seat and frowns, and then like adults do, we both pretend it didn't happen at all.
Sugar makes everything better, so I hand her the Twizzlers, and she eats all of them without offering to share. The car is too quiet, and I'm not exactly sure of the protocol here. How long is considered appropriate before I start making out with her? I want to taste the cherry on her lips. I want to eat her cherry pussy too. I wonder if Lola will go for it, out here in the open.
It's dark. Ish.
The movie starts, and I'm on the fence because she seems really into it. It's a rom-com. I don't even know what's happening. My eyes glazed over within the first five minutes and I'm just staring at the screen now. But my dick is hard and uncomfortable, and I'm not really sure what to do about that.
When the fuck did I turn into such a pussy?
"So are you actually going to make out with me?" Lola asks.
I blink and turn towards her. She's smiling. Soft and... dirty. My dirty girl.
"Thank fuck," I groan. "I wasn't sure you'd ever ask."
I wrench her across the seat, so I have access to my favorite toys. She whines when I grab two palmfuls of her tits. "Adrian."
I freeze. She never calls me by my first name, but fuck if I don't like it. I tell her to say it again. She does, and she likes it too. It feels... intimate. Even more intimate than my hand working its way up between her thighs.
She squeezes them together, and I splay them apart. The usual song and dance. I don’t have to work at it because her panties are sticking to her skin and she’s been thinking about this for a while. Panties aside, I do the gentlemanly thing, and finger fuck her while we make out.
She's hot for me. So fucking hot. She sucks on my lip like she’s trying to eat me or leave a mark. Either option I’m okay with. Her other hand starts pawing at my pants, tugging on the zipper. Before I know it, she’s in, her fingertips kissing my cock.
The anticipation has made it the most painful erection I’ve ever had. I’m a sloppy mess, leaking my arousal all over my trousers. I need relief, and at this point, I would settle for her hand. I want every hot, wet hole on her body and it shows. I’m humping her hand like a teenage boy.
There's a car beside us. And I wonder if they know what we're doing. I wonder if that guy is jealous as fuck because I have my hand in Lola's hot pussy while she plays with my dick. She jacks me off, and I tangle my fingers in her hair while I imagine her face on my cock. She's all over the place. Squirming, crying, thrashing as she squeezes me in her grip. She calls me Adrian again three more times before she comes.
It’s wet, and it’s messy. I'm close, but it feels like forever since I've been inside of her. It's not going to happen here, I know that much.
Lola fulfills all of my hopes and dreams when she bobs forward. Her head is too close to my dick to be misinterpreted. She wants it just as much as I do. I groan before her mouth even touches it. Before she even wraps her hot lips around the head and sucks me down the back of her throat. And I learn something new about LB. She doesn't have a gag reflex.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She blows every other blowjob I’ve ever had out of the water. And when I tell her that I'm coming, the bastard in me hopes she’ll swallow.
She doesn’t disappoint me.
