It was late, the backroads outside of the city dark. On an empty farm-side road, Cooper’s shiny new Honda was parked on the shoulder, the only lights on in the car the blue dials on the dash. Cooper’s interest in Cherry had his heart pounding even as they sat there in the dark, alone.
“Come here,” Cherry beckoned, her elbow on the center console between them, her fingers coaxing him towards her. When his head was near her hand, she grabbed his jaw, pinching his cheeks between her thumb and fingers. Cooper’s lips pursed out like a fish as she grabbed him. “Watch,” she said breathily.
Then Cherry’s breathing began to pick up. Slowly her right hand slid down her stomach and into her shorts. Cooper watched as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back with a small moan, touching herself. Her left hand held his face in position, almost as if she were forcing her to watch. But there was nothing forceful about it; he wanted it. His manhood stood at attention faster than it had since he’d first started high school, testing the strength of his pant seams.