[FM] Her parents came home early… so we went for a drive instead (PART 2)

Hi everyone, this is a continuation of my last story, [which you can find here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tskjv4/fm_her_parents_came_home_early/). As per usual, *this is not a recent story.*

I had met this girl (I guess I should give her a name, eh? Let’s call her “Christine”) and after a month and a half of texting we finally decided to meet up and fuck each others’ brains out. There was one issue: this was the summer between her third and fourth year of uni and Christine still lived with her parents. Did that stop us? No, she just made sure her parents were away and then invited me over so we could go to pound town.

We wouldn’t have had an issue, except back then I had zero in-person game and decided to talk to this chick instead of immediately fuck her. By the time we started making out and the clothes came off, I had just made her cum with my tongue when we heard noises from upstairs.

The previously-floppy girl suddenly sat straight up, fully alert.

“Shit!”

“Is that –”

“Yeah, that’s absolutely my parents,” she said, hurriedly grabbing all the clothes she could reach and throwing them on. “Shit. Fuck. Fuck!”

I was still kneeling on the floor, half-naked with a hard cock barely contained by my underwear, totally dumbfounded. “Ok, what do we do here? I could hide under the bed? And then sneak out through your backyard?”

“No point,” she said. “That’s suspicious as fuck. Plus, they’d probably see and hear you. OK, here’s the plan: you’re Kennedy’s boyfriend from out of town and we’re hanging out a bit before heading over to her place to surprise her. Also, Erin is in on this, too, but she’s at work.”

“Jesus, ok,” I said while pulling my shirt on. I was desperately trying to fix everyone’s names in my head – which is hard for me at the best of times, I’m terrible with names.

A minute later I was up shaking hands with her parents, hoping that my breath didn’t smell too much like their daughter’s crotch. She was filling her parents in, how Kennedy’s birthday wasn’t for a while but this is when I could make my work schedule work, and I’d gotten here early so she was entertaining me and she wanted to show off her dad’s pool table which is why we were downstairs when they got home. This sounds like she was just rambling and obviously lying but she wove the story together super well and half of the details came from answering her mom’s questions.

(And in her defense, it was a very nice pool table. Freshly felted, antique thing – it was gorgeous.)

“Do you play pool?” her father asked me. He had a French accent.

“Only at the bar with my friends,” I replied, which got a chuckle.

Anyways, we chatted for a few minutes before Christine announced to the room that we needed to go pick up the cake. I shook hands again, said how nice it was to meet them, and then made our escape.

“Holy fuck, that was close,” she said in the safety of her car. We were just driving and even though I’d lived in the city for uni I didn’t know this part of town. “But also, damn, you did a really great job on me back there.”

“My pleasure,” I replied, thinking of the way she had wrapped herself around me in ecstasy.

“I feel bad though,” she continued. “I didn’t even get your boxers off. You must be feeling so un-taken-care-of.”

I remember shrugging and saying something about it not being a big deal. “Bullshit,” she replied. “Plus, I’ve been waiting to see your cock since you hit on me at that bar.”

“You were thinking of my dick back then?”

“Yeah, and if I didn’t have a strict ‘no hookups’ rule I probably would’ve dragged you to the bathroom right there.”

I decided not to mention that we were just hooking up now.

We killed some time. I wish it was exciting but really we just went out for ice cream and talked about random shit. Finally, it was getting dark and I still had no idea how and when Christine was going to pay me back. We hopped back in her car – I  thought she was going to drive me back to mine – when she turned to me and asked if I’d ever made out in the back seat before.

“Uh, yeah I have. But like, only a little?”

“How up to it do you feel right now?”

I thought back to earlier that afternoon: Christine’s surprisingly killer rack (everything about her was tiny at like 5’0” and fit, but she miraculously had these great C-cup tits), how she had pulled on my hair while I was eating her out, how she had attacked me with a horny passion.

Oh yah, I was feeling up to it.

We drove to this conservation area just outside of the city. By now it was proper dark but there were still four or five other vehicles in the parking lot. “We used to come here during high school to mess around,” Christine explained.

“So all these other cars –”

“Probably.”

Wasting no time, she turned the car off and led me to the back seat. I had barely gotten settled when she leaned into me, grabbing both sides of my face and pulling me into her hungry mouth. I returned the favour, biting on her lower lip and nibbling her earlobe, both of which got little gasps of pleasure out of her.

We very awkwardly got ourselves semi-situated as she immediately reached down and started fiddling with my fly. Here’s an advantage to being a very short girl: you can somehow still contort yourself to blow a dude while you’re both cramped in the backseat of an old Honda Civic. This was a skill she took great pride in.

“Mmmmm, I love your cock,” she said right before putting it in her mouth. I’m not super-big, but I’m a little above average, and in her small hands I looked like a pornstar.

She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock and then plunged her head down, then swirled her tongue around and plunged her head down again. It was an intoxicating pattern, but despite the great head I wasn’t fully hard. She noticed and stopped.

“You ok?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” I replied. “Just… never had my dick out in the back of a car before.”

“Don’t think about it,” she said. “Think about these.” And she pulled her shirt up to reveal her tits again, guiding my hand to gently squeeze and rub one hardening nipple. That did it, and satisfied with my now-hard member, she went back to work.

The thing I appreciated about Christine’s blowjob was the noises. She slurped. It just sounded messy, like she wanted everything in her mouth immediately and she was going to do everything she could to get it all in there.

(To be fair, later blowjobs were much slower and methodical. I think the hours of foreplay – plus weeks of texts – had as much to do with the urgency as anything else.)

I tensed up, feeling like I was about to cum. And I wanted to. I wanted to fill that cute mouth of hers with my warm cum. But she felt my muscles tense beneath her and pulled away with a proud gleam in her eye. “Ok, I need this in me,” she said. “Now.”

It was a testament to how much we wanted each other in that moment that we made it work. There was plenty of awkward rearranging happening in that backseat as she pulled off her shorts and panties before straddling me and while I was fumbling with a condom wrapper in the back of a dark car.

Finally, everything was in place and she lowered herself slowly onto my pulsing member. She let out a couple of deep breaths as she slowly slid down my cock (I think the angle had more to do with this than my size) until I was fully and completely inside of her.

She started grinding her hips back and forth, rubbing against me, her hands braced against my shoulders. I reached around and grabbed her tight ass, guiding her movements and gradually speeding up and up. Together, we started to guide her up and down – just a bit, mobility was limited – which let me start thrusting a little. She moaned as I moved inside of her, and I moaned too.

It was not the best sex of my life. But after such a long build up, it was definitely explosive. She climaxed on my cock, collapsing into me as I lifted her just a little so I could thrust into her properly. She was so tight that it didn’t take long, and the sensation of her pussy pulsing around me set me off. My cum poured inside of her, and I let out a low, guttural moan as I released myself.

That was the first time I’d had sex in public. 

She texted me the next day. “I hung out with Kennedy this morning,” she said. “Literally the first words out of her mouth were ‘you got laid, didn’t you? I can tell, you look great.’ So, thanks for that. It was pretty fun.”

“I’d be open to doing that again,” I replied. “Maybe in a place with a bit more space?”

“That sounds good to me!” she said. We started planning our next fuck fest, a pattern that would later become a full-blown relationship.

But I think that’s a story for another time.

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