WIO/Josie/Jerk driver off

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Current revision as of 02:06, 1 February 2011

You think for a moment with John still holding onto your hand. After a minute, you decide your need outweighs your dignity. After all, it's just your hand. That's harmless. You put your hand on his crotch like he did. He lets go of your hand and leans back against his seat. Slowly, trying to keep calm, you unzip his pants and slip your hand into them. You can feel the heat of his cock even through his boxers. You run your hand over it a bit through the cloth before you get enough courage to touch the dick skin on skin. Then you pull down his boxers until his dick flops up. You've never seen a guy's dick before, at least not in real life. Especially an erect one. You freeze for a moment, but John grabs your hand and closes it around his dick. He starts moving it up and down along the shaft, getting you into the motion. When you start doing it on your own, his hand leaves yours and he just sits there. "Faster," he tells you. You look at him, and you see he's looking at you with a creepy look on his face. You pick up the pace. The faster you get this done, the faster you can get away from him. He starts making noises as work, moaning in pleasure. After a bit, you feel his dick throb and he cums all over your hand. You pull your hand away in shock as John moans louder. You look at the semen on your hand and then wipe it on your shirt in disgust. Even so, you can still feel it on your hand as you wait for the rest of the ride.

John stays still for a minute, enjoying his orgasm. Then his tucks his dick back into his pants and zips them back up. "Damn girl! That was great!" He tells you, before starting the car again. He pulls back onto the street and takes you the rest of the way to the high school. You stop him around the corner. You don't want anyone to see you with him. "You really did that great. Tell you what, you want some more, let me know," he offers. You shake your head and exit the car. He gives your ass a quick grab as you leave, then he takes off again, driving to the school parking lot. As you watch him go, you realize that what you just did makes you a whore. Then you make a worse realization. The cum you wiped on your shirt is very visible, and you don't have an extra one or a jacket. It is, after all, still late August. If you go to classes like this, everyone will notice and you will never, ever live it down. Of course, if you just stand here, you'll draw attention too.

What are you going to do?

• Maybe you can get someone to lend you a shirt without asking questions.
• Turn your shirt inside out, hoping no one notices.
• Maybe you can luck out in the woods.
• Maybe you can just buy a new shirt.
• Fuck it, you're going home.