Laura and I go back a ways, and our friendship has basically been “nerd who get along well, and jump in bed when we’re both available.” Which has really translated to a lot more of just being friends than anything else, but that’s fine. She’s shorter (maybe 5’1”) and pretty curvy in a way she wears well, and has very bad impulse control. Basically, my type.
Not long ago I was in NY area on business, and we met up for dinner. I knew she had been having a rocky relationship with her current boyfriend, so I let her talk and listen. At this point, she felt like they were back together, but she wasn’t totally sure, either. I smiled, and gave her some advice about how to keep things going and put it in the best position for success. It was a nice dinner.
When we finished, she asked me to drive her to her car, because she had parked a really long ways away, not knowing where in the strip mall the restaurant was. Not a problem – after about five minutes we found her car, and I stopped and gave her a hug and bade her goodnight. As we finished the hug I saw her face automatically fall in place for a kiss as well. So I gave her a kiss on the lips.
Without even a word, both of our lips parted, and my tongue slipped into her mouth caressing her tongue. She kept opening her mouth wider with each kiss and arching her back towards me. As the kisses continued, I hesitated a moment and then let my fingers brush her neck. She moaned, and my hand drifted down to her breast, squeezing it. Her arm reached out, bracing itself against the roof of the car. Almost instantly, my hand was under her shirt.
“No I shouldn’t.” she said between kisses.
“Okay I said,” and kept kissing, as my hand pulled down the cup of her bra, twisting her nipple a bit, causing her to moan really loudly and kiss me back harder. I stopped a moment to put the car in park, and went back to kissing her neck.
“Ugh, I want to get in the back seat, but I don’t want to get arrested.” She moaned.
My hand slipped in her jeans, inside her underwear, the pad of my finger caressing her anus. You never forget some people’s buttons…”we don’t have to park here, you know.” I kissed her again.
She broke the kiss as my hand went down the front of her jeans now. Her legs parted and her hips turned upwards, opening herself to my hand. She moaned again, “I just want to be a good girlfriend…”
I took her hand from the spot behind her where she was pushing her back to me and put it in my lap. She automatically unzipped my slacks and worked her hand inside, feeling my girth.
I kissed her again and then she pulled back, taking her back and reaching into her purse. She pulled out her phone and typed something. She looked at me.
“I just texted you my street. It’s very discreet.” She kissed me again and got into her car. The two of us drove back to her condo as fast as we dared.
As we got there, I got out, and she pointed to my car. Realizing her plan, I pushed the driver’s seat forward and jumped in the back. I guess she felt more comfortable not in her own bed. She climbed in and immediately straddled my lap. My hands both went under her shirt, pinching her nipples as we made out. She always got really submissive with me, so I eventually took her hand and put it back on my pants, and she wasted no time undoing my pants and belt and getting my erection out, moaning at the feel of it in her hands. She swung out of my lap and knelt across the seat to take me in her mouth.
Just as I am an exceptional kisser, she has her own formidable oral talents. As I feel her lips sliding back and forth, and her hands scratching my hips, I slide my own hand under her jeans and back on her ass. She wiggles her legs a bit to make sure I can reach what I want and goes back to work. I’m trying to tease her anus but…*damn* she really knows what she’s doing. I start just pushing her jeans down, and she gets the hint and stops her motions for a moment, and pulls them down, as i pull her shoes off. She pushes them the rest of the way down and then swings a leg over me. No discussion of protection (I know she has an IUD) and she sinks onto me, her warmth squeezing me tightly. I kiss her again, tasting myself in her mouth as she grinds. Almost instantly she starts shaking with her first orgasm (my fingers behind may have played a role) and then she bites her lip, clamps her muscles, and works my cock.
Damn she knows me.
I cum without really wanting to. She takes it all and kisses me.
“Okay. That’s enough for now.” Before I really have my senses together, she has her jeans on, and then leans over and kisses my lips and jumps out of the car, carrying her shoes, and darts in her condo.
Well…that was a unexpected turn.
My phone lights up.
“Thanks!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9qzoq4/she_wanted_to_be_a_good_girlfriend_but_im_just_no
> When we finished, she asked me to drive her to her car, because she had parked a really long ways away, not knowing where in the strip mall the restaurant was.
This is the most American sentence I’ve read in a long time