5 comments/ 12460 views/ 14 favorites Just Drive By: moonlitclover Abundant gratitude to my editor, Privates1stClass, for his patience with my refusal to properly use commas. This is a better story (and not just grammatically) thanks to your involvement. If you're looking for a cute love story with some sexy moments, look no further. Feel free to leave me comments. I love feedback! -MC ***** -2008- "Tatum Wu? You think I should take Tatum Wu to prom? Is this some kind of joke? She's got the body of a 12 year old boy, for fuck's sake. What kind of prom night would that make for?" Eli Cunningham said with a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face to some of his football buddies who were standing near him, a group of jocks who waited for Eli's ok before breathing. He was having this conversation with my best friend Channing Matthieson. She was everything I wasn't in high school, hell, still. She was tall, blond, athletic and had The. Biggest. Boobs. that have ever graced the body of someone so thin. Come to think of it, she looked a bit like Barbie. Whenever people get all up in arms about Barbie being unrealistically proportioned and ruining the girls of our nation's self esteem, I think of Channing Matthieson, then, now, hell probably always. If I swung that way, which I don't, I would have in love with her... just like everyone else. We became friends because, like a bad stereotype, I was a total math and science whiz. I swear, I wasn't just trying to suck up to my incredibly strict Asian family. Of course, that was totally part of it, but the other part was that I just liked numbers and equations and things that logically made sense. Channing was in all of my honors and AP classes with me, but she was struggling. I don't think the fact that she always had swim practice or volleyball practice or soccer, etc etc after school really helped. When we got paired up for a big science project sophomore year and I saved her grade/ass, she decided to make it her personal mission to help me fit in better at our school. For starters my name is really Ming-Na, it means enlightenment in Chinese, which is beautiful and all, but doesn't really help you blend in to white suburban anywhere. Channing decided to call me Tatum (after the actor Channing Tatum, because she was slightly obsessed with him and the movie Step Up, plus she thought it was hysterical when people referred to us together and had to say Channing and Tatum). Since everyone was so enamored with her (or her boobs, tough to say) people followed along. Ming-Na Chan was in my freshman yearbook, with braces, glasses, bad hair and the worst possible clothing, but by sophomore year she had been replaced by Tatum, a girl with perfect makeup, straight teeth and incredibly cute clothes, usually picked out by Channing. She often bought me stuff and called it her payment for tutoring. Teaching me to flat iron my ridiculously frizzy hair is probably still her greatest gift to me. By senior year, I was reasonably popular... nothing like Channing but enough that people like Eli at least knew my "name" instead of just calling me "that Chinese girl". My dream was to have him take me to prom and get nominated to the prom court. I knew better than to dream I'd be queen, not with Channing around, but the rest of it seemed fairly plausible, and I'd unwisely shared this dream with Channing one night, taking shots of whiskey (god awful stuff!) in her room since her parents were out of town. "You know what, Eli, you're an ass. Tatum's smart, pretty, and funny. In ten years, when you're fat and still working some minimum wage job your dad could find for you, she'll be working for some major think tank, coming up with solutions for cancer or world peace. I hope your prom date gives you herpes, you fucktard." Channing, while having the face of an angel, had quite the sharp tongue. I cringed as she relayed all of the details to me later over the phone, since I'd had to go home right after class, like always. My parents were huge on studying. Huge. "Oh my god, you did not say that!" I was touched at her defense but mortified that it had been needed. I guess shooting stars can only rise so far before they have to fall back to earth. "He's a waste of space, Tay. I told you that before, but you had your heart set on him. I still think you and Jay should go to prom together." "Ugh, Channing, I've told you a thousand times, it's just not like that with him." Jay was my other best friend, an exceptionally tall, skinny, computer nerd with dirty blond hair and thick glasses who was probably the only person I'd ever met whose brain worked faster than mine. We had a single class together freshman year, in which I decided that I absolutely hated him. While I was smart and super dedicated, things just came to him without trying. We finally decided to become friends by the middle of sophomore year because we were both on our school's robotics team. The competition between us was just too intense otherwise. He had the world's biggest crush on Channing (shocker), so between the verbal sparring he could engage in with me and the attempt to get closer to her, we had plenty to talk about when Channing was busy attending to the business of ruling high school. "He's kind of cute... in that nerd cute sort of way. I know he's super thin, but it's not like you're gonna get him naked after prom, prissy pants." Channing was always giving me a hard time for still being a virgin when she'd been sleeping with her boyfriend since sophomore year. I'd explained many times that my parents wouldn't allow me to date, but she insisted that I should be sneaking behind their backs like a normal teenager. The most I'd ever been able to muster up the courage to do was make out with a few guys at parties she took me to. "He'd look perfectly presentable in a tux and at least you'd know you'd have a date who could keep up with you mentally, which of course is just my way of getting in another 'I told you so' about Eli. Though how tall is he, 6'5? Even in heels you're only 5'4, unless we get you six-inch stripper heels - which I can't see your parents going for... You're going to look like a midget!" "Gee, thanks. We can't all be tall blond amazon princesses, you bitch," I laughed good-naturedly. "Oh, Tay, you know I meant to say that you'll be a very exotically beautiful midget." I wasn't really sure if Channing put him up to it or not, but later that week, Jay asked me to prom. Seeing as I was unsure that I was likely to get another offer (if Eli thought I was useless, most of the other guys in school probably did too) I accepted. It was a little embarrassing to have a "friend" date to prom, but since I wasn't allowed to date anyway, it seemed rather par for the course. At least my parents already knew Jay. He and I had spent countless hours working on my science fair research. Even though Jay was crazy smart, he was also completely apathetic about school. He had a perfect GPA, but had intentionally passed on the opportunity to be in any AP or Honors classes. I also had straight A's but my classes were weighted to account for the increased work, so I was a shoo-in for class valedictorian. My parents couldn't understand why Jay had purposely eliminated himself from the running, but were happy that I was going to come out on top, nonetheless, especially since he got a perfect score on his SAT's and I didn't. "So, I'm like supposed to buy you a corsage or something, right?" Jay asked after class on Friday. Seeing as prom was the following night, it was clear he was procrastinating like always. "Pretty sure you're supposed to order one ahead of time, but don't worry about it. My favorite flowers are lotuses and I'm pretty sure that would make an awkward corsage anyway." "Yeah, maybe I'll just get a carnation from the grocery store, break the stem and put a rubber band around it," he joked. I was actually completely surprised the following night when Jay showed up (on time!) looking really handsome in his tux, holding the most beautiful corsage with mini Chinese roses and a lotus in the center. It could not have been more perfect and I suspected that he'd probably gotten help from my mother, but just the fact that he'd put in the effort made my heart skip a beat. I found myself giving him a once over in a way that I'd never really done. Had Channing been right? Did I totally belong with Jay and I was just too slow to catch on? Then I remembered his long-standing crush on Channing and realized that while I might be coming around to considering Jay, he was just being a good prom date. He'd never been into me like that. "This is really beautiful, Jay. I know I'm half obliged to pretend I hate it since we give each other so much shit, but really... it's perfect. Thank you," I said quietly as he put it on my wrist. With my parents hovering, taking pictures every 5 seconds, it was anything but a private moment. The forced pictures with his arm around me did give me a good chance to smell his cologne, though. I don't know what it was, but it smelled amazing. "Ming-Na, you look so pretty. Isn't she so pretty, Jay?" my mom prompted. I blushed, mortified that my mom was intent on putting words into his mouth. In truth, I did look really cute. While most of the girls in my school had picked out bright, short, flouncy dresses, I'd happily gone with a beautiful deep purple Chinese qipao dress, complete with a mandarin collar and frog buttons, that my mother picked out from her favorite store back in Hong Kong. She'd special ordered it over a month ago, the second that I agreed. It was quite form fitting with a skin tone mesh fabric from the collar down to the low neckline, with purple and gold embroidered flowers to keep it from being immodest. Well, immodest in the world of my parents. I was sure many girls would be baring cleavage full stop, not that I had any to show off. Even with a pushup bra and without standing next to Channing, my A cups weren't much to take in. The slit on the side showed an embarrassing amount of my thigh and I thought for sure that my father would throw a fit, but he was just thrilled that I'd agreed to forgo the lime green monstrosity that Channing had brought over for me to try on (just to make whatever I did choose seem like a reasonable choice - the girl was diabolical). "She looks absolutely stunning," I heard Jay agree. My breath caught in my throat and I almost made a most unladylike choking sound. His tone didn't sound like he was just mouthing words to humor my mother. My stomach fluttered as his glance slid up and down my body, slowly over my exposed leg and taking note of my bright red lipstick and hair done up like my mother's had been for her wedding, with combs supporting its weight. The resulting tingle I felt from his perusal caused me to blush for the hundredth time and it was still so early in the night. I decided to pull Jay out of there before they could embarrass me further. Mouthing that it was time to go, Jay picked up on his cue and led me to his car, opening the door for me. To add to my shock, he'd actually cleaned it out. There were no cds cluttering the seat and passenger floorboards like usual. Jay wasn't that in to music, but he usually had tons of computer software and games floating around, not to mention random pieces of computer hardware. He was always putting something together, usually after having first taken it apart. As Jay got in the car he looked me over again, "I mean it, Ming-Na, you look beautiful. If you aren't prom queen this year, this whole school is full of idiots. Well, that being said, we know the school is full of idiots, but you know what I mean." "Don't tell me you're going soft on me now, Haggerty," I joked, uncomfortable with the serious tone. We didn't do serious, just lots of jokes, shit talking and homework... those areas didn't cause butterflies in my stomach. They were safe. "And you know I hate it when you call me Ming-Na. I barely let my parents get away with that fucking shit. Ugh... Just drive." "Ok, ok, Wu. Pump the brakes. You open that mouth of yours and go from China doll to yellow trash in less than 5 seconds." "You know that both of those things you just called me are horribly offensive, right?" I asked, pretending to be outraged, though actually I kind of found the term yellow trash amusing for its inventiveness. It sure beat "chink" and "ching ching china" which an asshole kid had insisted on calling me all through junior high. Plus, I knew Jay was kidding, while Rory Lamonthe had not been. "Precisely. You accused me of going soft on you, gotta be prepared for the backlash," he smiled and I could tell he was contemplating ending the sentence in another racial slur but thought better of it. And just like that, we were back to being us... only a really well dressed version. Dinner with Channing and her boyfriend, Willis, was a good time. The four of us had been out together a lot. Never on an actual double date, but since my parents knew and trusted Jay, he was a good option for keeping me from being a third wheel when Channing refused to ditch her boy. "Seriously, Jay, you are one lucky bastard. I'm pretty sure you have the prettiest date in the whole school," Channing quipped over dessert. I was pretty sure she and my mom were in league with each other and wished the two of them would knock it off already... especially since I knew damn good and well that Jay preferred her to me. I expected Jay to make an offhanded comment but instead he just nodded. My stomach did a little flip again. Sure, it was only polite to agree but tell that to my quickening pulse. At the dance, the four of us took turns trying to do the worst dance moves we could think of. I could tell that we were totally annoying our peers who actually wanted to dance, but I figured it was my prom too and I didn't have to bow to them. When a slow song came on I always retreated to our table or went to get something to drink. I was sure that Jay didn't dance any better than I did and had to be grateful that I was saving us from lots of stepping on each other's toes. Besides, he was more than a foot taller than me. I was sure we'd look completely ridiculous. "You can't avoid me all night, M," Jay said quietly as he stood behind me at our table. It was the closest he would come to a compromise on not calling me my real name, with the exception of using my last name. I paused in putting on more lipstick at the sound of sincerity in his voice. Our classmates were swaying to Stop and Stare by One Republic. In truth, I loved the song and it while it was slow dance worthy it wasn't a smushy gushy love song. If I had to tough one out with Jay, this seemed like my best bet. "Avoiding you? Psssshhh, I've been waiting for you to ask me to dance, you moron," I laughed, knowing it was a total lie. "Well then?" He asked, nodding toward the dance floor. My head didn't come to his shoulders and I didn't really want to risk getting makeup on his tux, so I just placed my arms on his as he wrapped them around me and had no choice but to look up into his face. I hadn't counted on that making the moment feel more intimate, but there we were, holding each other, swaying to the song and all I could think was... "kiss me, kiss me, kiss me." I was fairly certain he was thinking something similar, but the song ended and our class president took the stage, announcing that it was time to declare the winners for the prom court. I thought fleetingly of my dream that I would be nominated and that Eli would be my date. I was actually pretty glad the latter hadn't happened, but I still had a glimmer of hope for the former. "We'll announce the guys first. Gentlemen, please all come forward when you hear your name called. Eli Cunningham, Gavin Walker, and our King is... Presley Gruniger. Congratulations, Presley," she smiled as she placed a shiny crown on his head. "And now for the ladies of the court. Gina Cornell, Jessica Daly, and our queen is... Channing Matthieson." My friend made her way up front and got her crown. I waved to her and yelled my congratulations but Jay just frowned. "I told you... school full of idiots. Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, his hand on the small of my back. I was torn between wanting to go somewhere with him and the desire to stay in a situation that made it ok for him to have his hands on me. "Uh, sure. It's not like the rest of prom isn't going to be more of what we've already done. Just let me text Channing so she doesn't waste time trying to track us down." I retrieved my phone from my purse, but in the end told Willis that we were going as he was forced to the sidelines while Channing did her obligatory dance with Presley. Thankfully Presley was a friend of hers, so it wasn't too terrible, just sort of awkward for Willis. Back in the car, Jay asked me if I had anywhere I wanted to go. As dressed up as we were, I couldn't imagine going to any late night restaurants, so I told him to just drive. We ended up at a park. Even though I'd seen it a bunch of times, I'd never actually been as it was usually full of stoners who would never have let me hang out with them in a million years. "So have you finally decided which school you're going to? I know that you got accepted into like 6, captain perfect SAT score." Jay grinned, a sort of sheepish look on his face, "Yeah. I'm gonna do computer science at USC." "USC?! So we're going to be rivals... how fitting for us," I laughed. I'd only applied to UCLA and thankfully been accepted as that was my dream school, namely because it was in Los Angeles, thousands of miles from Indiana and had a much higher population of Asian students in attendance. I wouldn't be the only Chinese girl in my school. We were quiet for a minute before Jay said, "I'm sorry you weren't on the court, M. You should have been. Seriously," Jay said as we sat on top of a picnic table in the cool May air. "It's no big deal, really. Would it have been nice? Yeah, but really I can't say that I'm surprised. I'm not tall, blond and bubbly and that's pretty much the Midwest code for beauty, you know?" "I've always thought you were beautiful," Jay said quietly and I turned to look at him. He'd spent the past two years worshipping Channing, so I simply raised an eyebrow at him. I thought he was going to explain, but instead he leaned forward and kissed me. A rush of thoughts went swirling through my head. "Oh holy crap, it's happening, Jay is kissing me. Wait! Jay is kissing me? What? He doesn't even like me. I don't even like him..." but as his lips continued to press against mine, it was awfully hard to remember why we weren't supposed to be together. While I was happy that my earlier wish had come to fruition, in truth it was a really sloppy kiss. I wondered if maybe it was his first. Unfortunately, I didn't just wonder it in my mind. "Jesus, Wu. You've always gotta kill the moment. Yes, that was, thanks for letting me know it showed." He said, irritation topping his embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud. It's just... well, here, let me show you. Less tongue, or at least, lighter," I said before kissing him again. This time it was better, but the instructional nature of it took away some of the romance. "Ok, miss know-it-all. You win. You're a better kisser," he laughed, gently biting my bottom lip, a move that surprised me in how much it turned me on. "Yeah, but that's all I've ever done, you know? Beyond that, I'm reasonably clueless. An 18-year-old virgin who has never ever been felt up." "We could help each other with that, you know," Jay smiled. I'm sure he figured I'd shoot him down and he could just pretend that he'd been kidding. I surprised myself by leaning forward and whispering, "Not in a public park." Just Drive We ended up going back to Jay's house. His parents were asleep, or at least they weren't up to see us come in, and we went quickly to his room. Jay helped unzip my dress and I took it off, careful not to let it get crumpled. My mom could spot an unjustified wrinkle a mile away. For a minute I just stood there, self consciously, in a strapless bra, black panties, nylons and heels. For all that I'd worried about my lack of curves, the look on Jay's face told me that he appreciated the view. I felt pleased with myself and stepped forward to unbutton his shirt, his jacket having been thrown over his desk chair earlier. "M, Jesus, you're so beautiful. Seriously. I can't believe this is real. I've thought about you here, in my room, so many times," he confessed, as I slid his shirt off of his shoulders. "Seriously? You've only ever talked about Channing. I didn't think you even really noticed me, except you know, as someone smarter than you." I replied, falling back on smart assery to cover my nerves. He started to make a smartass comeback, but thought better of it and pushed me back on his bed instead. He kissed me again and pulled me up a bit so he could undo my bra, cursing when he had to use two hands to get the clasp. The air on my naked breasts brought on a mild amount of panic. No guy had ever seen me naked before. Sure, I'd thought about it, but being here in the moment was something different. I was suddenly really unsure that I could go through with it, even with Jay, who I'd been so close to. I hugged him close to me, my nipples pressing into his bare chest. Apparently they hadn't gotten the memo that I was losing my shit because they were hard and begging to be touched. "M, it's ok. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Jay said quietly, feeling the tension in the rest of my body. His hands stilled, though I could see in his eyes that he was dying to touch me. "Ummm, why don't we both just get naked and I'll see how I feel about it," I proposed, just to put distance between us. On the one hand, I was scared, but on the other, I was this far in with someone I trusted. I figured that I might as well see how far I could go. Jay chuckled and stood up, unbuckling his belt as I kicked off my heels and peeled off my nylons. We both just had on underwear and Jay looked up at me to see if we were going to continue. I took a deep breath and pulled my panties down, watching as his boxer briefs inched lower. Since Jay's cock was the first I'd ever seen in person, I didn't realize then how nice it was. I mean, sure, I knew that it looked sort of big, hard and he'd done a good job of manscaping, but I really didn't have any basis for comparison. I tentatively reached out to touch it, looking up at him to be sure that he liked what I was doing. I took his closed eyes and deep sigh as good signs. Slowly, I lightly trailed my fingers up and down the length of him. His skin felt super hot to the touch and silky smooth. The knowledge that I turned him on so much made me bolder and I let one hand trail to cup his balls while my other hand moved up his flat stomach and over his chest, suddenly possessed with the desire to touch him everywhere. To his credit, he let me, even though I know he was dying for me to return my attention to his cock. When I finally did, it was with my lips. Channing had explained to me many times over how much guys loved getting head. Though the idea of it was more than a little intimidating, I also really wanted to make Jay feel good. Pulling up pictures in my mind of Cosmo articles and one horrible porn flick that she'd made me view, I took a deep breath and then kissed the head of his cock, licking the precum leaking from the tip. He threaded his fingers through my hair as he moaned. Smiling, I bravely licked him from the tip to the base in long strokes until his entire cock was covered in my saliva, warming up to feeling like I could take him in my mouth. At first, the feeling of him in my mouth was overwhelming, like I couldn't breathe. I actually gagged and choked a little and he stopped me, asking if I was ok. Looking back, I'm super crazy impressed that an 18-year-old virgin had that much control. I tried again, only to hear him groan... not moan in a good way, and remind me to watch my teeth. Embarrassed, I pulled back but he asked me to keep going, so I gave it my best shot. On a scale of one to ten, I know it was not a good blowjob, but seeing as it was both of our firsts, it wasn't long before he came. I wasn't experienced enough to try to swallow, so when he said he was going to cum, I pulled completely away from him and watched as cum splashed across the comforter. I was sort of fascinated by the process of watching him climax, his body tensing and then releasing in such a magnificent fashion. When he recovered, he smiled at me and told me it was my turn, but my anxiety had returned as I sat there staring at the milky load he'd just blown. I could hardly believe I'd been brave enough to blow him, lack of talent notwithstanding. "I'm... I'm not sure I can let you... lick me... there. I just, yeah... I'm scared shitless in this moment," I admitted. It was, by far, the most honest I'd ever been with him. "Well we don't have to start there, M. You said you've never even let anyone feel you up... and I'm dying to feel you up." He whispered against my neck, kissing me and driving me crazy. I arched into him as his hands covered my breasts. He played with my nipples, first with his fingers and then with his tongue. I was so turned on, I could feel wetness literally dripping down my thighs. His hands trailed down my body, skipping over my pussy, presumably in case I wasn't ready yet. He trailed his big hands up my calves, tickling the backs of my knees and stopping as he felt the wetness on my thighs. "Jesus, M. You're so fucking wet." The look in my eyes must have conveyed that I was super nervous, because instead of bending his head down to lick me, he rubbed his fingers repeatedly over my inner thighs and then licked them. When he didn't appear grossed out by the taste, I let him return his hands. He slowly inched them closer to my glistening pussy and slid a finger inside me when I didn't object. The look on his face was comically blissful, perhaps even more so than when I'd first wrapped my lips around his cock. "You feel amazing," he murmured, and I could see that his cock was already getting hard again. He slowly slid his finger in and out, granted without a lot of finesse, but neither one of us really knew any differently. I knew that the next logical step was to let him fuck me but I just couldn't do it. Hell, earlier in the day I'd still thought of him as "just a friend", I wasn't sure I could handle losing my virginity, even if I was aching a little for him. I started to tear up and apologize, but he just waved away my words. "You can't apologize. Tonight was seriously the best night of my life. If you're not ready, I can handle that," he said, spooning me, his hard cock, pressing into my back. As much as I wanted to stay there and fall asleep in his arms, and maybe wake up and feel braver, I knew that I had to get home or my parents would know what we'd been up to and probably kill us both. We washed up a little and got re-dressed and then he drove me home. After walking me to my door, he kissed me again, already light years better at it than he had been in the park just an hour before. The height difference was more noticeable than when we'd both been sitting on the picnic table, but somehow we still managed. We said goodnight and I went inside only to hear my mom from the living room. "That boy is so respectful, Ming-Na. He likes you," my mother teased, and I was filled with mortification that they had undoubtedly been watching us kiss... well, that and the fact that she wouldn't think he was so respectful if she'd seen my lips wrapped around his cock. "He's just my friend, mom." I muttered as I had a thousand times before, only this time I knew I didn't mean it. "As you keep saying," my father chimed in with a smile, "I'm glad you're just friends though. You have more important things to focus on right now than boys. UCLA in the fall and then med school... perhaps you can date after you finish your residency." I just shook my head. I'd heard the speech many times. Mentally I just thanked my lucky everything that UCLA was in California, thousands of miles away from Indiana and mere minutes away from USC. Despite our best efforts, Jay and I did not end up having sex before we went off to college. For some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to lose my virginity, even though we were routinely polishing up on our oral skills... well, when I could escape the watchful eyes of my parents, which was nowhere near frequent enough. At first I didn't tell Channing about our hookups. I felt a little embarrassed that she had been right about the two of us getting together and then she was gone over the summer on a backpacking trip in Yosemite. She was back home for a week just before we were headed in completely different directions for college. She'd been accepted to Rice University in Texas. We were going to be thousands of miles apart. I did confess to her then and she threw a pillow at my head for my not having told her sooner. "So are you guys, like, together then? You're both going to be in LA. You could make it work," she mused out loud. She and Willis had decided to break up rather than try to do a long distance relationship, since he was going to be in Chicago. She didn't seem overly saddened by it and I guessed that she'd met someone on her trip. "Guilty. I didn't cheat on Will, though. I was just the asshole girlfriend that broke up with him by phone." "You did not. You bitch! So who's the new guy?" "Oh he was just a fling on my trip. I don't want to start college in a relationship. I want to be free to meet new people and do whatever I want, not be tied down." The logic of this seemed pretty sound to me. I mentioned it to Jay and he looked relieved. I felt a pang in my stomach that he clearly hadn't wanted a real relationship with me. Then again, the whole thing had started because we were helping each other gain experience. It was hardly romance novel worthy. "I think you're right. We're not even going to be at the same school and we're going to be meeting a ton of people. I was thinking that we should probably cool it, but I wasn't really sure how to say it. Well, that and I like getting head." He dodged as I threw a punch towards his arm. I didn't hit hard, but he still never let me actually punch him. Jerk. Jay and I drove across the country together, out to our respective campuses. In the hotel rooms along the way, we hooked up again because, well, we were in a hotel room... alone. "So we're still not, like, together or anything right? Last night doesn't change anything, does it?" I asked. "Wu, just drive." Jay answered, turning his head and putting headphones in, effectively ending our conversation. Apparently he didn't have patience for a girly state of the relationship discussion. I didn't even ask the following morning, though I'd given him the blowjob of a lifetime the night before. I was a little saddened by the fact that he was completely unwilling to revisit the idea of an "us", but at the same time, super excited about the idea of starting a whole new life. My first semester of college was a bit of a blur. I studied, ate crappy food my parents would never have allowed within 100 feet of our home, and I pledged an Asian sorority on campus. The experience of being surrounded by a whole sisterhood of beautiful girls, not one of which was (naturally) blond haired or blue eyed was amazing for me after being the only Chinese girl in my whole school. Despite doing my best to keep my head down and maintain a perfect GPA, I still got asked out frequently. I just didn't always feel like I knew what to do with the guys suddenly lining up to ask for my time. Having passed on dating in high school (I could hardly count my naked time hooking up with Jay as a date), I felt like I missed out on the chance to learn how to conduct myself. I rarely accepted second dates, when they were actually offered, because I just felt so out of touch with how a 19-year-old girl was supposed to conduct herself, despite Channing's coaching via Skype. Jay kept in touch as well, mostly through 2am instant messages. We'd moved beyond our brief physical phase and maintained a rather competitive friendship, spurred on by the fact that we were intellectual rivals attending rival universities. Most of our conversations centered on endless shit talking about each other's schools. When I finally did lose my virginity, to an incredibly hot brother of an Asian fraternity that my big sister introduced me to, it was under the influence of a lot of alcohol. He was infinitely more experienced than I was, and while it felt nice to be able to turn myself over to his instruction, he was much rougher than Jay had ever been with me. We hooked up for about a month before I finally called it off, because we just weren't into the same things sexually. Call me crazy, but out of the gate, I just wasn't ready for being tied up or nipple clamps that felt like they were going to cause my poor nips to fall off. Once the ice was broken though, I had a lot easier time with guys. I often wondered what had kept me from being able to say yes to Jay when it became so easy to say yes to anyone who smiled at me just right. I definitely made up for my chaste ways in high school by having a bit of a whore phase in college. One rare night, Jay and I actually hung out in person. He was telling me about the girl he was dating and I was sharing censored details about my activities. It was clear that he was really into Jenna though, so eventually the conversation was purely about her. From what I could tell, Jenna was a self absorbed, poor little rich girl. She frequently talked Jay into doing things for her, but then wasn't available when he wanted something from her... unless it was sex. Apparently the sex was good. Though the number of people I had slept with had gone up quite a bit, I still couldn't say that I was having good sex. I was actually a little jealous. I didn't even let myself contemplate if I was jealous of Jay's sex life or his partners. I steered right around that one. The one thing we both agreed on was that she was out of his league. She was a lot like Channing, though clearly without as much heart. On the plus side, she had a thing for nerdy guys and Jay had filled out just a little bit since starting college. He no longer looked skinny and stretched out, though he was still thin. I merely tried to suggest that he stop trying so hard to keep her, that perhaps if he was a little bit more of a jerk, she'd stop jerking him around and he bit my head off. "Jesus, Wu, not that nice guys finish last BS. Not from you. She's a cool girl, she makes me happy," he said with a smirk, "and I want to keep her happy." Jay still never called me Tatum. He thought the whole idea was stupid and even though I'd stuck with Tatum at UCLA, he adamantly refused. "Fine. She's heaven on earth, has beer-flavored nipples, and you're going to ride off into the USC sunset together. Let me know how the white picket fence and 2.5 kids work out when I'm curing cancer, slacker," I said, trying to bow out of the discussion with our usual schnark. The truth was, I was fairly sure Jenna was going to chew him up and spit him out but it was clear there was no making him see that. Our friendship was silent for a little while after that. It seemed I had a tendency to speak my mind too much and lose Jay. I was sort of used to it by then, and truthfully I was so buried in honors coursework and sorority events, I didn't have much time to fret over it. A few months later I got a single i.m. from him at our traditional 2am chat time. "All women are evil fucking cheating whores... present company excluded." Chewed him up and spit him out, indeed. Jay became much quieter after that, much more focused on his work. I actually really missed our shit talking, but it was clear that he had retreated into his shell and no amount of dissing the Trojans was going to pull him out of it. ****** My junior year of college I met Brad. He was the TA in my biochem class, working on a master's degree in chemistry. He was totally hot and all of the girls in my class flirted with him shamelessly, but once the course was over, he asked me out. We dated the following semester before deciding to move in together to save on rent and have easier access to each other naked. I found having roommates in the sorority house the slightest bit tiresome, trying to be discreet and worse, quiet. Our relationship was really just a convenient way to have someone to fuck who knew what the other person liked. I definitely couldn't claim to be in love with him and I was under no illusions that he had deep feelings for me. We stayed together my entire senior year, but when I finished undergrad and he completed his master's, we agreed that our relationship had run its natural course. The proof that it had really only been a physical thing came in the fact that the only time I ever missed him was when I was horny. After undergrad, I went to Berkeley for med school. My parents were beyond proud of me, especially since they'd worried that being in a sorority would affect my grades. The summa cum laude distinction on my diploma proved that I was an effective multitasker and certainly helped with my grad school applications. I promised myself that I would be more focused in med school, though. I'd been lucky to be surrounded by sorority sisters that understood the importance of great academics, but as a grad student, I wouldn't be in a sorority anymore. I also didn't know anyone in the bay area, which meant I'd have to start all over making friends, with the exception of the fact that Channing was doing a graduate film program in San Fransisco and Jay had taken a job as a software engineer in Silicon Valley. He was an hour south of me and Channing was a half hour across the bay. At least my two closest friends were within driving distance whenever I needed to blow off a little steam. The three of us usually got together every other month or so, since our schedules were all pretty packed. Channing would tell stories about her fairy tale life, Jay would bemoan working in a "sausage factory", and I would be constantly stressed about what I wasn't studying for, taking time out of my schedule to have the most pathetic social life ever. "Seriously, you two are awful," Channing said, putting her beer down on the table a little more forcefully than was really necessary, "You whine about not meeting girls and you can't get your head out of your books for 5 minutes. Tay, our entire friendship is over unless you get up and go talk to that guy across the bar, who has been checking you out. And you, you fucking idiot... You're at a table with two beautiful women moaning about never spending time with women. Go ahead; hit me with your best shot. I'm listening." I could hear Channing coaching Jay on confidence and who knows what else as I left the table. The guy Channing directed me to, Clark, was actually pretty cute, she had a great eye for such things. Even though the night was going well with Clark, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I saw Channing and Jay leave the bar together. She texted me that she was taking him back to her place to "teach him a few things." I could just imagine Jay, finally getting a chance with the girl of his high school dreams and while I kept telling myself to feel happy for him, all I could feel was an intense, seething jealousy. Just Drive Realizing what a complete mess I was in, feeling jealous over a guy I'd never even slept with, I ordered a round of shots for Clark and I and then, with enough liquid courage in me to muster up the words, I asked Clark to take me back to his place. ****** The force of it all hit me when I woke up the next morning, for the second time; thankfully back in my own bed. The first time, I'd woken up in Clark's bed and snuck out without waking him. I wish I could say that sex with Clark had been amazing, so at least I could feel like I'd released a bunch of tension or whatever, but truthfully I was too drunk to remember anything past making out in his living room. "Holy fuck, I have a thing for Jay and I just had a one night stand with a total random from a bar." It was all just too much and I buried my head underneath my pillow and let out a giant scream. I knew that Channing would actually be super proud about me going home with Clark. She was always insisting that I needed to loosen up and act my age, but at the moment all I could think of was Jay's fingers threading through Channing's beautiful blond hair, his face bouncing between her gigantic tits motorboating her as he'd undoubtedly always longed to do and his lips latching on to her nipples, his tongue flicking over them as she moaned and encouraged him on. It was pathetic that I'd just had sex and I could only visualize what my two best friends had been up to instead of reliving highlights of my own night. A text chimed in on my phone. "Hey, did you make it home ok, last night?" - Channing I knew I would tell her the whole story, including the embarrassing realization that she (and my parents) had been right about Jay all along, but in the moment I just threw my phone across the bed. Why? Seriously, what sane person realizes that they have feelings for someone and instead of telling them goes off and has sex with someone else? And worse, Jay has had a thing for Channing for years. Either she is going to break his heart by telling him it was just a one-time thing or worse, they're going to get married and live happily ever after! FUCK!! My phone chirped again and I begged it not to be Jay. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to face him, let alone the morning after he'd finally fucked Channing. When I still didn't respond to the messages, my phone rang. I reached across to where I'd thrown it and answered grumpily. "What?" I inquired, not bothering to look at caller i.d. It was going to suck to talk to either one of them. "Oh, hey, ummm, Tatum. It's Clark. You, uh, left your sunglasses here." I hadn't been wearing sunglasses, certainly not out to drinks with my friends at night. Clearly, Clark was fishing for a reason to call me. Maybe I was a wild sex goddess and he just couldn't wait to get me back into his bed. Too bad I didn't remember. "Oh, hey. Sorry... about sneaking out in the middle of the night. That's kind of a douche move, but you were asleep and I felt... awkward." "Well, you had a lot to drink, you know. You were so pretty and I just let you call the shots, but I'm guessing you don't drink much... Kind of a lightweight. Anyway," he said, noticing that he was rambling, "It's just a shame I had to put you to bed before I could even see you naked." "Wait, what?" I know that the calm, classy thing would have been to pretend I'd always known that information, but I've just never been very smooth, or tactful or... well, you get the picture. "Yeah, we just slept in my bed. You were way too drunk. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer my partners be conscious." If I'd been on my game, I probably would have made some quip about being sure that he at least snuck a peek while putting me to bed, something flirty, something funny, something that proved I had two brain cells to rub together. Instead I laughed and said, "Oh thank God." There was an uncomfortable pause on the other end of the line, and I realized that I had unintentionally just insulted Clark. "Oh, God, Clark. I'm sorry. I didn't mean, 'oh thank God I didn't have sex with you' because I wasn't into you or anything. I meant, 'oh thank God' I didn't do things that I didn't even remember and 'oh thank God' I didn't cheat on Jay." I shut up, realizing I was rambling now and worse yet, not making any damn sense. "Jay? I thought you said you were single?" Clark's tone sounded stung, even though he barely knew me. He must have really been into me, as this was an awful lot of follow-up for a one-night stand, that wasn't. "Oh, God, now I'm not even making sense. I don't have a boyfriend. I just realized that I have feelings for someone that I didn't think I did and then I went home with you. Oh Jesus, I'm shutting up now. Clark, thank you for being such a good guy last night. You're really cute and funny and I hope you meet someone great, but clearly, I'm a head case. This is a get out of jail free card, I highly recommend running for the hills." To his credit, Clark laughed, "All right crazy hot girl. You're right, you're sounding a bit nuts but you're also really cute and sweet. By any chance is Jay the guy you were having drinks with when I saw you at the bar?" "Um, yeah... why?" "Cause he was glaring at me all night. I think the feeling might be mutual. Mozel Tov!" he joked before finding a classy way off of the phone. Wait, Jay was throwing dirty looks at Clark? Why wasn't he too busy learning from Channing or staring at her boobs or whatever? I checked the messages on my phone. Sure enough, the earlier one had been Jay. "Hey, M. Need to talk. You up yet?" My stomach dropped. We needed to talk? Shit. Fuck. Piss. God Damn it. He'd finally fucked Channing and was calling to tell me... what? How great it was? How he wished he'd been hooking up with her after high school? How great it felt to rub his cock between her giant tits? Clearly, my thoughts were getting the best of me. I texted back that yes, I was awake and thinking it was past time for coffee. I offered to meet him at a coffee house we sometimes went to that was halfway between our apartments, in about an hour so I'd have time to shower. I did my best to look cute, but not like I was trying too hard. If Jay was planning to tell me all about how in love he was with Channing, I wanted to look hot enough to pull off a, "So? I'm super hot and clearly don't care that you didn't pick me", sort of vibe. He, on the other hand, looked adorably rumpled, like he'd pretty much rolled out of bed, thrown on a sweatshirt and jeans and strolled into Holy Grounds with mere seconds to spare. I found myself searching his face for signs of how he'd spent his night. Were his lips swollen? Any hickeys? Wait, Channing wouldn't really be that tacky would she? We grabbed coffee and took up residence in a couple of comfy chairs in the corner. We weren't particularly close to each other, but it did leave me with a good view. Besides, distance might not be a bad thing if he was here to unknowingly break my heart. "Thanks for meeting up with me. I wasn't sure... well, I wasn't sure where your night would take you. You and that guy seemed to be hitting it off pretty well." I cringed thinking of just how well it had and hadn't gone. It wasn't one of my finer moments. "Yeah, well I'm guessing your night was better." I answered shortly, I was just anxious to get whatever this was over with. "What's that supposed to mean? Channing suggested we bail on the bar so you'd have a chance to hook up with that guy if you wanted. We went back to her place and had a few beers and ended up facebook stalking that douche Eli from high school. Apparently he has three kids now. She also forced me to watch Magic Mike. I swear, that girl is a sadist." Wait... what? She was taking him home to teach him things and instead they ended up checking in on people from high school and watching Channing Tatum movies. Even though I was super excited that I hadn't lost him to Channing it sounded drastically anticlimactic. "She has made me watch Magic Mike about 100 times. And did you say three kids? All from the same mom? Some poor girl has put up with him that long?" I asked. "Hey, once upon a time you wanted to put up with him. You seriously had terrible taste in high school." "Um, as I remember, I ended high school getting naked with you," I bantered, figuring it couldn't hurt to remind him that he'd once enjoyed getting me naked. "And yet you never had sex with me," he laughed, "Like I said. Terrible taste." I raised an eyebrow at him, a gesture that felt achingly familiar as I thought back to nearly 5 years before on that picnic table in the park. "Ok, captain humility. You drug me out of bed on a Saturday morning to talk. Somehow, I'm guessing it's not to chat about how dumb I was in high school." "So you admit it then?" I knew this was my opening. I could pour it on thick, tell him that no one I'd been with had anything on him in the cock department and that I hoped I hadn't missed my chance, but suddenly I felt shy again. What on earth was it about Jay that always caused me to pull back? "I admit to nothing, Haggerty," I deflected, falling back into our old pattern. "Ok then, Wu," he said emphasizing my last name, "I'll admit something. I never had a thing for Channing." "Sure you did. We spent hours talking about ways you could get into her good graces, if not exactly her pants. I remember... I was there," I argued. "Yeah... I wanted to spend time with you and you were so crazy fixated on thinking that everyone wanted Channing. It was an easy in, certainly easier than admitting that all I could ever think about was kissing you. Besides, you were pretty skittish back then. I'm pretty sure a full out declaration would have sent you running." "Did you just call me skittish? Like a horse? Seriously?!?" "Oh babe, I had to break you in. Trust me... the analogy stands." I glared at Jay, if only because he was right. My gaze softened as I took him in, I mean really took him in. I knew that he'd filled out a little in college, experimented with a little facial hair and thankfully decided to outgrow that phase when we'd moved up north. I knew that he was a little gun shy after Jenna, but for the most part he looked like my Jay, only hotter and with slightly longer hair. My Jay. The internal phrase wasn't lost on me. I knew that we were circling around something here and was suddenly impatient to get to the point. "So you weren't into Channing... You were in to me. Past tense?" "Past. Present. Babe, I don't know why I ever agreed with you that we shouldn't be a couple in LA. It was the worst idea I'd ever heard, but I was afraid you were going to do it anyway and then I'd just be the hurt loser who couldn't keep up with you. The smartest thing I have ever done, in my entire life, was kiss you on that picnic bench." "So do it again." I smiled. "We're not on a picnic bench," he countered, though he was already leaning towards me. "Not in a public park." I whispered, ignoring the inaccuracy of the location for the symmetry to that night. His eyes flashed a question at me and with a devilish grin I stood up and motioned for him to follow me, leading him into the restroom and locking the door. "Ever had sex in public, Jay?" "Yeah. Right. No. Not that I'd mind," he smiled. "Me either." "We could help each other with that, you know." And just like that, the need for words was done. I slid my hands underneath his sweatshirt, feeling his filled out chest and his quickening heartbeat. Whether it was the thrill of being with me or being in public or a combination of the two, I didn't know, but I was too impatient to stop and inquire. Unbuttoning my jeans, I grabbed his hand and slipped them in my panties so he could feel how wet I already was. Apparently the combination was really working for me too. Feverishly he pushed my pants and panties down in one motion while I clawed at his jeans. His cock sprang free and it was even more perfect that I remembered. I thought of dropping to my knees and reacquainting myself with him, but after 5 years, I needed this man inside me. He'd gone from being the boy I'd experimented with to the man I had a thing for. It was well past time to fuck his brains out. With strong hands on my waist he lifted me up, backing me up against the wall, his eyes meeting mine to make sure that I was sure. It was a sweet gesture, given all of the times I'd made him stop, but I was dying to feel him stretching the walls of my pussy. I tried to thrust my hips toward him in demand, but it was hard since my legs were wrapped around him to keep from falling. For perhaps the first time in my life I was glad that I was tiny. Holding me up like that would have been impossible if I'd been tall and athletic like Channing. Gently he slid into me and my eyes went wide. I was definitely being stretched. I felt like there was no possible way all of him was going to fit, but as I adjusted and leaned back, with support from his arms, the angle began to accommodate him better. I was so absolutely crazy with lust at this point that I would have begged him to fuck me if he hadn't began to slowly increase his strokes. While the bathroom had originally smelled of hand soap or some sort of air freshener, the smell of my arousal began to block it out. I'd never been big on the smell of sex, preferring clean and neat, but as a bead of sweat dripped off of Jay's brow onto my lip, I licked it up, completely lost in sensory overload. The salty drop reminded me of all the times I'd sucked him off. Having him inside me blew all of our extended foreplay away. He felt good. Oh my fucking god, so good. I mentally cursed myself for missing out on this for five. whole. years. His hands on my rib cage were lifting me up and down off his cock as he also thrust into me. I caught sight of us in the mirror and it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen. I let out a loud moan and he put a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. As crazy hot as it was, I knew that I would never cum in that position. I motioned to him to put me down and he looked disappointed briefly before I turned around and motioned for him to fuck me from behind. Unfortunately because of our height difference, we didn't line up right, so I got on my hands and knees - in a public bathroom, which is so not me- and motioned for him to do the same. When he finally slid back in me, the overwhelming need of him nearly made me come—and the fact that there were people only ten feet away. Jay pumped into me harder and faster, his fingers digging into my hips, both of us doing our best to remain silent, hoping that no one knocked on the door. I couldn't help but cry out when I came a minute later and thankfully, he came a few seconds after. Inside me and without a condom... another first for me but I was too blissed out to care. Sure, I had unanswered questions. Were we really going to date now? If so, how were we going to make the hour distance and our crazy schedules work? But in the moment, none of that mattered. I had finally... no FINALLY, fucked my Jay. And it was seriously the hottest thing ever. I prayed it wasn't just the fact that we were in a bathroom, but I felt certain I'd get the opportunity to put an end to that theory. A knock on the door finally did come as we were cleaning up and putting our clothes back to rights. I called out that it would be just a minute and hoped to god that it wasn't a kid outside that would see us both come out of the bathroom. Assured that we looked presentable, we opened the door and quickly pushed past the woman waiting. I tried to ignore her look but I heard her mumble something under her breath as she undoubtedly could smell what we'd been up to inside. I blew right by my coffee cup to run to my car. "I can't believe we just did that," I breathed, embarrassed, but ridiculously turned on all the same. We'd jumped in his car to avoid any of the patrons from the coffee shop, but I couldn't keep my hands off him. "You're just full of surprises, Ming-Na," Jay whispered, kissing my neck. For some reason it didn't bother me that he called me by my birth name. It was like he really knew me and accepted me for all I was and it just felt... right. "Call me that again and I'll have to break out my whips and chains," I joked. His eyes flashed, "Seriously? Oh my fucking god, tell me you have a whole dominatrix outfit. That would be so crazy amazing. No, this was crazy amazing. Being inside you was crazy amazing. Telling you I've been in love with you for years and having you fuck my brains out in public has been crazy amazing. We can't possibly top that." "Wait... you didn't say you're in love with me. I distinctly remember an absence of that word," I said, biting my lip and feeling turned on all over again, though it was debatable if I'd ever stopped in the first place. "You didn't give me a chance, woman. Too busy ripping my clothes off." "If I tell you that I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you all this time will you take me home and prove to me this isn't just an exhibitionist kind of thing?" "You bet your ass. And you have a great ass, if I do say so myself. I got an especially nice view of it in there." "Shut up, you nerd. I love you. Now take me home and fuck me in a bed... or at least on a kitchen counter, or a shower or a desk or... feel free to stop me any time..." "Why? I'm loving this to-do list, M. I'm pretty sure I'm up for it." Just then his phone rang and the ringtone caught my attention. One Republic's Stop and Stare... the song we'd slow danced to at prom. He grinned sheepishly me, caught in the cheesy homage to us. He glanced down at the caller id. "Channing," he mouthed. I answered his phone. "So, did it work? Did you finally tell her? Please tell me you told her?" Channing asked before I could even say hello. "I fucked him in the bathroom," I laughed. "Well, that answers that question. It's about damn time. Just wait until I tell your mom! She's going to be so excited." "Wait, you talk to my mom?" "Tay, you've got to be the single most stubborn person on the planet. We knew we'd have to work together if you and Jay were ever going to be a real thing." I'd switched her to speaker phone and Jay laughed as he heard Channing's last proclamation. "Thanks for the help, Matthieson... please tell me this means I'll never have to sit through Magic Mike again," he implored. "Trust me, you needed all the help you could get and if you ever dare to disparage my favorite film again, I'll tell Tatum about how you called Jenna her name and that's why you broke up. Oh, wait... you have me on speaker. Ha! Sorry that I'm not sorry," she laughed and then directed her next comments to me, "Tay, I had to talk this kid up for hours last night. He was so convinced you'd moved on..." "I thought I had, well, until I saw your text about taking him home to teach him a few things." Jay shot me a look. He apparently hadn't known about that text. "I thought that would do the trick. A little jealousy to snap you out of your idiocy." "Thanks for the help, Matthieson," I laughed. I really had the best best friend, "Wait, how'd you know I wouldn't hook up with the guy at the bar?" "I didn't. You didn't. You're together now. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with a student director I'm working with. I doubt our meeting will be as much fun as yours, but stranger things have happened." I didn't bother to correct her about the goings on with Clark. Since I didn't sleep with him, I saw no reason to bring it up and kill our buzz. I knew I'd tell Jay eventually, because I didn't want any secrets and it really wasn't that bad but that just didn't feel like the moment... besides, there was that to-do list waiting. Just Driving Around She's just terrible the way she is. She knows all my secrets and she just loves to use them against me. We were just driving around and enjoying the warm night air, drinking coffee and listening to the stereo playing quietly as we talked over the breeze rushing by. We had only been going out for a couple of weeks now. We'd been flirting like crazy all night and it was really starting to get to me. Without me realizing it, she reached over while I was driving and lightly ran her fingertip across my neck, behind my right ear where the little hairs tickled my skin. God was I really this easy? My nipples hardened instantly, tightening and swelling, pressing out against the thin material of my bra and tank top. The crimson burned into my cheeks as I realized the sound I heard at that moment was my own sigh. I was sure that she could see my tingling nipples pushing wantonly outward. Was this all it took? She continued to brush her fingertip up and down the side of my neck, sending shivers bolting all through my body. I could feel my nipples wrinkle and the goosebumps rise across my chest and down my belly. I swear it must've been an answered prayer as I slowed down and turned into the driveway of the conservation park, driving along slowly until we reached a dark quiet corner near a bench and some shady trees. The sky was opened up and deeply purple beyond the silhouette of leaves. I was distracted just long enough before I felt her hand slide up from my knee and across the smooth skin of my bare thigh. Once again the goosebumps rippled across my skin, trickling down my thighs. My heart was beginning to pound as I turned to see the sly grin creeping across her face. She could tell, couldn't she? It was too soon. I didn't want to go this far this soon. But my body was betraying me. She leaned in gently and ran her soft wet tongue across the sensitive skin of my neck where her fingertip had been. At the same time the fingers of her right hand began sliding up my thigh and up into the leg of my shorts. A jolt of electricity zapped down between my legs and I started getting wet. Very wet. I felt her lips close on my neck and she kissed and sucked softly behind my ear as her fingertips climbed higher on my leg, so softly I was almost shaking. She would come so close, almost to the edge of my undies, only to slide gently back down, teasing over the goosebumps on my quivering thigh. My nipples ached under the soft cups of my bra. They seemed to get harder and harder with each stroke of her hand, with each soft suck on my tender neck. Was I starting to move my hips on the seat? Oh God, am I that bad? We really shouldn't be going this far. I should stop this. Slowly her hand comes out from under my shorts and she slides it up my exposed belly, lightly scratching her nails across the vulnerable skin. My body jerks suddenly and I feel a heavy throb between my legs. Her hand moves slowly under my tank top, waiting for me to stop her. I really have to stop this. Her hand moves up between my breasts and my breath catches. Again she waits for me to stop her. And slowly I feel her fingertips sliding gently into the top of my bra, tickling the soft skin of my left breast. Her fingers continue down into my bra, gliding over my pale skin, and suddenly I'm aching for her to reach my nipple. I don't seem to be stopping this. My nipples are so hard they almost hurt now. I can feel my own ragged pulse in them as they throb, begging to be touched. Suddenly her finger glides over the aching tip, the soft knuckle swishing slowly back and forth and I can't keep the soft moan from pushing past my open lips. I am very very wet. My vagina is throbbing inside my shorts and I can feel the wetness has begun to soak into my undies. I squeeze my thighs together causing another pulse of wetness as she swirls her finger around my aching tingling nipple. What would it be like if her tongue moved away from my neck and could slip inside my bra? Another throb between my legs. I can feel my clitoris begin to ache between the smooth wet lips of my vagina and the wetness continues to pump heavily, soaking my white cotton thong. Once again the heat burns into my cheeks as I realize how wet I am. I can feel the squishiness down there as I squeeze my shivering thighs together. Her hand slips out of my bra and down to my belly where her nails once again scratch softly, sending the sharp tingles burning into my throbbing nipples. I sigh out loud again. I hear her voice in my ear so softly it's like the kiss of a breeze. I feel her warm breath tickle the hairs on the back of my neck. "Do you want me to stop now hun?" she whispers. I'm panting now. Her fingers continue to scratch lightly back and forth across my belly, moving slowly downwards and stop at the waist of my shorts. The heat in my vagina is turning me to liquid. I didn't want to go this far. It's too soon. But as her fingers undo the buttons of my shorts I lean in to kiss her, hard and wanting. As I feel the fingertips lightly moving under the waistband of my undies to glide teasingly back and forth, I feel my legs opening shamelessly on their own. And suddenly I want her to touch me there. Between my legs. Where the heat is throbbing in my soaked vagina. Her fingers move gently down into my undies, down to where the soft blondish hairs would be. "Oh my!" she whispers when she feels the soft smooth skin. She didn't know that I had no hair down there and I blush deeply as we gaze into each other's eyes. We're close enough that our noses are almost touching and we breathe heavily against each other's lips. My breasts heave up and down, my hard aching nipples swelling out toward her as she lightly scratches down there, where the hair is shaved all away. "Are you sure sweety?" she whispers again. I can't answer her. I'm aching for her. My breathing is too ragged for words. My only answer is to spread my legs helplessly wider for her, almost begging to feel her fingers touch the pulsing heat of my vagina. She smiles so lovingly at me. She gently glides her wet tongue across my bottom lip and then takes it between her own soft lips to suck gently as I suddenly feel her middle finger press between my legs. I cry out against her mouth. Oh God it feels so good. The electricity surges between my shaking thighs as her finger slides up and down between the swollen puffy lips of my wet vagina. Up and down she moves and the wetness pulses out of me. Her finger slips down to my opening and then I feel her pushing gently into the heat of my boiling vagina. Again I cry out and lift my hips to meet her finger. I want it all inside me. I push myself down onto her finger and I hear myself grunt softly with the pleasure of feeling her inside me. Oh God. The wetness bubbles out around her finger as it glides in and out. My clitoris is burning, aching to be touched and I can even hear the soft squishy sounds as her finger twirls in my wetness. I can feel the walls of my throbbing vagina contracting around her glorious finger as it continues to move rhythmically in and out. Her finger starts to move faster now, pumping into my wetness, twisting and curling, coaxing the sticky lust to pulse between the wet swollen lips. Oh God I'm on fire. How could I want to stop this? It feels so fuckin good. I can feel the wetness trickling down to my bum, soaking my undies completely with my desire. My God I am so wet. My legs are spread as far as I can get them in the seat. I'm thrusting my hips upward to meet her finger as she continues to bury it into my boiling vagina. If she touches my clit I will die. She owns me now. I would let her do anything to me. I'm helpless under the magic of her fingers. I have totally given myself to her. I'm helpless. "P-p-please... l-let me come... make me-e come... oh God please make me come... p-please... " Her finger slides up between the smooth puffy lips of my vagina and flicks sharply in wet circles around my throbbing clitoris...