Smoky garages and happy girls

We’ve both had so much to drink, laughing and joking the evening away, happy to be in one another’s presence. I follow you into the garage, bouncing and giggling as I watch you smoke. The fragrant smell of the flowers fills the air around you as I inch closer, and lean my head back to look at you, you in sleep shorts and your Superman shirt, me in one of my old band tees and pale pink panties. I don’t remember what I said or you said, but I remember how the air felt in that moment, vibrating, and how you looked at me. The glassy sheen from all of our imbibing clears, and I see need so strong it made my insides clench. It echoes inside me. Your lips find mine, one hand tangled in my hair, the other grabbing my bare hip to pull me against you. I’m dizzy, from alcohol and want, and break away to catch my breath. Your lips don’t stop moving, and drop to my neck, and our bodies arch and press into one another. I breathe I take a step back, pulling you by the hand and drop to my knees. I look up at you, ever asking permission, but not with words. You gaze down at me, silent, the exertion of your will over mine curiously absent, yet the need glowing behind irises that are a melding of moss and cognac is unmistakeable. i pull your clothing out of the way and hungrily take you in my mouth. I’m desperate for you, starving, as I lick and suck your cock, tasting, savoring, devouring. I will stay here on my knees forever and bring you pleasure, and gain my own from that knowledge. My thighs, already wet, grow even more damp until I’m certain my panties could be wrung out, but I don’t stop. I want to be a reciprocal for your come, To be your fuck doll. I take you deep and gag, then lean back to breath. I look up at you while I stroke the slippery head with my thumb . you grab my shoulders and pull me to my feet. “ turn around and bend over baby “ and suddenly I’m spun around and sprawled on the hood of your car with my panties off. I feel you close In behind me and suddenly I’m full of you. My bottom, is still sore from earlier, but I’m so happy, despite being half delirious. I push back against your thrusts at first, giving as good as I’m getting, until I’m overcome. All I can do is hold on as you use me, as my body rejoices in being surrounded and filled with you. Before I know it my empty pussy is spasming, I’m moaning incoherently, and you fill my ass with come. I lay there, with boneless legs, a sheen of perspiration covering my body, and try to catch my breath, which is always lost when we are together, you always steal it. After several deep gulps of pot hazed air, I begin to giggle, I sit up, wobbly, and look at you. You grin, that dorky one, that makes you look more boy than man, and say, “ well that was a first “

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