It was August 1985, and I finally turned sixteen. I had my friend group's last birthday and was the last guy to get his driver's license.

All my friends had been driving for months—rolling up to school in rattling hatchbacks and their parents' station wagons, windows down, blasting Bon Jovi like they owned the road. Me? I was still getting dropped off by my mom and pretending not to care. But I did care.

Now I was finally legal. I was sixteen, had my learner’s permit in my wallet, and had a driving test booked. I had seven days to learn how to drive and pass the damn test.

It's too bad my mom was a human emergency brake. We made it one lap around the neighbourhood before she had a meltdown. She gasped at every curb, grabbed the door handle like it was an emergency brake, and accused me of trying to take out the garbage bins on purpose.

“You’re not ready,” she said, already unbuckling. “And I’m not built for this kind of trauma.”

Enter: Aunt Jen!

Jen is not technically my aunt, not by blood, but by years of proximity and shared casseroles. She and my mom have been best friends since braces and school dances. Growing up, she was always around, but in the background. Friendly. Harmless.

Until that day.

That day, she pulled into our driveway in her big silver Mercedes, flip-flops, one arm hanging out the window, sunglasses low on her nose, big hair up in a loose bun, wearing a tank top with no bra and a short denim skirt like it was no big deal.

It was a big deal. I opened the front door and just… stopped.

I’d never looked at her like that before. But now? Now she looked like a problem I suddenly wanted to have.

“You still need a driving instructor?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.

Before I could answer, my mom came charging out like I’d just announced I was joining a biker gang.

“You’re taking him?” she asked, voice already a half-octave higher than usual.

Jen smiled. “Ya, Johnny needs to learn to drive, right?”

“He needs someone who’s… careful.”

“I can be careful,” Jen said, smiling.

“You’re not even close to careful,” Mom shot back.

Jen looked down at her bare feet like she’d just remembered them. “He'll be fine,” she said with a smirk. “He’s in good hands.”

“Please,” Mom sighed. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Jen turned to me. “You coming?”

I looked at my mom. “Mom, we’ll be good, Jen’s got me.”

Mom looked at Jen, and Jen looked at me. I got in the car before anyone changed their minds.

We pulled out of the driveway, and the heat hit us like a wall. The AC in her old Mercedes wheezed out something barely cooler than outside air, making things stickier.

Jen cracked her window and fanned herself with one hand. “Jesus. This AC isn’t doing a damn thing… I could blow harder than this.”

I laughed nervously, adjusting my grip on the wheel. Sweat was already sliding down my back, and we hadn’t even reached the corner.

She reached up and tied her hair into a loose bun, exposing the long line of her neck. Her tank top clung to her chest, damp from the heat, nipples faintly pressing through the fabric like they were teasing me on purpose.

“You alright over there?” she asked, noticing my jaw clenched tighter than the steering wheel.

“Yeah,” I said, eyes fixed ahead. “Just hot.”

“You’ll survive,” she said, legs crossing lazily. “Though you’re gripping that wheel like you’re trying to strangle it.”

I loosened up a little.

Jen just smirked. “You’re better than I expected. Smooth hands. You’re kinda a natural behind the wheel.”

“Thanks.”

“And,” she added, eyeing me up and down like she was seeing me for the first time, “you’ve grown up nice. That baby face is starting to disappear.”

My ears burned instantly.

We cruised through town, windows down, and the wind barely helped. Jen’s skirt was tight against her thighs, her bare foot tapping the beat of whatever was playing on the tape deck. She didn’t give much instruction—just rode along like we were on an afternoon cruise.

“You’ve got good instincts,” she said. “Relaxed shoulders. Confident eyes. It’s kinda sexy.”

I blinked. “Sexy?”

Jen didn’t even look at me. “Don’t get weird about it.”

Too late. I thought to myself.

Then she pointed ahead. “Let’s hit the highway. You’re ready.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Trust me.”

I merged onto the ramp, careful but steady. The car opened up, the road smoothing out beneath us. The windows were down, her hair blowing loose, her scent mixing with sun-warmed leather and Jen’s sweet perfume.

“You’re doing great,” she said, smiling into the wind. “See what happens when you have a great instructor.”

I risked a glance at her legs. Couldn’t help it. The way her skirt had crept up. The way her nipples hadn’t calmed down since we left the house.

“I saw that,” she said, casually.

My eyes snapped forward.

“It’s okay,” she added. “You’re sixteen, it’s expected. And besides…I’m kinda enjoying it.”

Jen let the silence hang, then smiled and nodded toward the exit.

“Next one. We’ve had our fun—now let’s go parking.”

I nearly choked. “What?”

“Parallel parking, Romeo. Don’t get excited.”

I flicked the signal on, trying to play it cool, but everything in me was running hot. The AC hadn’t worked since we left the driveway, and the car felt like an oven on wheels. Sweat trickled down my back. My shirt clung to my spine. Even the steering wheel was too warm to hold comfortably.

“This car is a sauna,” she muttered. “I’m gonna melt.”

Jen fanned herself, then put her head toward the open window and tossed her hair into a loose knot.

“Up here,” she said. “There’s a lot just past those trees, pull in there.”

I spotted the gravel pull-off and eased the car in, tires crunching the gravel. It was empty—just open space, a line of trees, and a heavy silence that only worsened the heat.

“Alright,” she said, sitting up straighter. “Let’s see if you can slide it in without embarrassing yourself.”

I lined up the car, reversed slowly, and turned in too early.

Jen gave a little laugh. “Too fast. You’re too eager. Back out.”

I tried again. This time, too late. I swore under my breath.

Then I felt her shift in her seat. Jen leaned in beside me, her voice dropping to a soft, focused tone. “Let me help,” she said.

Her hand slid over mine on the wheel—light but confident. Her chest pressed against my shoulder, and all I could feel was the weight of her tits, warm and soft, right there rubbing against me.

I went completely still.

Jen didn’t react. Didn’t pull away. She just guided my hands, slowly adjusting the wheel with hers. Her cheek was near mine. Her breath brushed my jaw. Every inch of her was warm and close and driving me completely insane.

“Good,” she whispered. “Just like that. See how smooth that was?”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

She kept her body against mine for a moment longer, then sat back slowly and let me finish the turn. The car eased into place.

I parked. Hands sweaty. Heart in my throat.

Jen looked over, grinning lazily like nothing had happened.

“Not bad,” she said. “Not bad at all.”

Then she reached up, ran a hand through her hair, and sighed quietly.

The sun was low now, golden light slipping through the windshield, and everything was quiet except my heartbeat.

Jen shifted in her seat and turned towards me fully. Her knee brushed mine again, deliberate this time. She leaned in—close. Really close. Her face was just inches from mine.

“You’ve been staring at my legs all day,” she said, voice soft and teasing. “And my tits. I could feel your eyes on me.”

I froze. “I—I wasn’t— maybe a little…”

She smiled. “It’s okay, Johnny. I told you I liked it.”

I tried to laugh, but my throat was dry. My whole body was buzzing, and the front of my jeans was tightening by the second.

“You’re so damn shy,” she murmured, eyes on mine. “It’s kind of adorable.”

“ I-I don’t know what to say…”

Jen’s smile deepened as she let her hand rest lightly on my arm. “You don’t have to say anything. Just… sit there and let me enjoy watching you squirm a little.”

Her breath was warm on my cheek now. Her voice dropped even lower.

I swallowed hard. “I… I’ve never felt like this.”

“I know,” she whispered, brushing her fingers just lightly up my thigh. “That’s what makes it sweet.”

She pulled back just an inch, watching me with that same calm, sexy smile.

And I just sat there—nervous, stiff, and so turned on I could barely breathe.

Her face was so close I could feel her breath on my face. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest.

Then Jen leaned in and kissed me. Slow, soft — just a few seconds, but it hit hard. Her lips moved gently over mine, warm and careful, like she wasn’t in a hurry… testing the water.

When she pulled back, she didn’t move far. Her eyes stayed on mine.

“We should go,” she whispered. “Before we do something…”

I swallowed. “Something we can’t take back?”

Jen didn’t answer right away. Her eyes dropped to my crotch. I was so hard, I’m sure it was noticeable. Jen’s hand followed — sliding up my thigh, slow and easy. It stopped just short of my cock. So close I could feel the heat of her hand through my jeans. I was rock hard, and there was no hiding it.

“You’re hard,” she said, soft and almost smiling.

I blinked, flustered. “I—yeah… I didn’t mean to…”

Then Jen leaned in again, her voice low in my ear.

“It isn’t just you that’s turned on,” she said. “I’m so wet right now, Johnny.”

The words hit me like a brick. My stomach flipped. I couldn’t breathe.

She pulled back just enough to look at me — eyes warm, cheeks flushed, fingers still resting on my thigh.

We were past the point of pretending. Past the point of stopping.

We just sat there, windows down, sun dipping low, and the heat still thick. My heart was pounding. I could feel her beside me — calm, quiet, but close.

Then we kissed again. No hesitation this time. Jen’s mouth was warm, soft, but hungry. I kissed her back, shaky but all in, and her hand slid back to my lap — right over my cock.

Jen rubbed the front of my pants slowly and firmly, and I gasped into her mouth.

Then she pulled back slightly, breaking our kiss, voice low. “Is this your first time, I mean, with a girl?”

I tried to answer calmly but could only manage a nervous stammer.

Jen smiled, eyes locked on mine. “Thought so.”

Her hand was now firmly wrapped around my cock through my jeans.

“Damn… that turns me on,” she whispered. “I can be your first.”

“Y-yeah,” I managed, breathless.

Then she paused, just enough space between us to look me in the eye.

“You sure about this?”

I nodded, chest tight. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Jen held my gaze for another second, gave me a soft, knowing smile and opened her door.

“Come on.”

She stepped out into the fading light and walked toward the back seat — hips swaying, calm and confident.

And I followed, nervous, aching, but ready.

Jen was waiting — sprawled across the warm leather. Her skirt was hiked up high on her hips, her panties soaked, the thin cotton stretched tight over the soft, swollen lips of her pussy, darker where her arousal had seeped through. Her thighs glistened with sweat. The air was heavy with her perfume — sweet, musky, scent of sex.

She looked up at me like she was about to devour me. “Took you long enough,” she breathed, voice thick with heat. “I’ve been aching.”

I leaned in and she grabbed my face, kissing me hard, open-mouthed and messy. Her tongue slid deep, taking what it wanted. Her hands were already pulling at my shirt, dragging it off over my head like it was in the way.

Then she sat back and tore off her top. No bra.

Her tits dropped heavy — full, flushed, slick with sweat. Her nipples were thick, dark, and stiff.

I stared, wide-eyed, until she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth to them.

“Suck them,” she whispered. “I want to feel your mouth all over me.”

I took one nipple between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, licking it slowly. Jen’s hand twisted in my hair as she moaned, hips pressing up into me. I sucked harder, flicking the tip, then moved to the other breast. Her back arched, and her voice dropped into a breathless growl.

“God, yes… just like that…”

Her hand slid down and grabbed mine, guiding it between her sweaty thighs.

“I want you to touch me, Johnny, feel how wet I am,” she whispered.

I pushed under Jen’s panties and nearly died. Jen’s pussy was soaked. Wet, hot, lips plump and slippery, framed by a thick patch of dark, curly hair.

She hissed when my fingers slid through her slit.

“Mmm, god—yes, rub my clit..”

I found her clit and rubbed it in slow circles, sticky and slick. She started grinding into my hand immediately.

“Yeah, baby… just like that… oh god, right there …”

I slipped two fingers inside. Jen spread her legs wider, her pussy clenched down, tight and fluttering, soaked. Her hips bucked, and her breath caught as she kissed my neck.

“Gif finger me yes like that fuck,” she gasped. “Curl them—fuck yes—there—right there—”

Her body started to shake. I kept working her clit with my thumb while sliding in and out, curling into her with every stroke.

“Don’t stop—Johnny— oh my god—yes yes yes —I’m cumming—”

Jen’s cry was loud, broken. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, hips jerking as she came hard — wetness dripped out of her, coating my hand, her thighs shaking as the orgasm rocked through her in waves.

She held onto me, breath ragged, eyes closed, lips parted.

“Fuck…” she whispered. “You feel how soaked I am now?”

She took my hand and sucked my fingers into her mouth, licking them clean one by one. Then she leaned in and kissed me—slow and deep, her tongue warm and confident.

“Now take those pants off,” Jen whispered. “I want to be your first.”

I stripped fast, breathless, heart pounding. My cock sprang free—rock hard, flushed, twitching in the warm, charged air.

Jen straddled me, her body was unreal, her tits wet with sweat, and her nipples rock hard. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, then slid them down slowly, watching me. Her pussy glistened in the late afternoon light—wet, open, framed by that messy patch of dark hair.

She kissed me again, her hand wrapping around my cock and stroking it slowly, rubbing it on her pussy, coating me in her slickness.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered. “And you’re all mine.”

Jen lined me up and started to lower herself—inch by inch, slow and deliberate. Her pussy hugged every bit of me, tight and slick and so warm it made my whole body tense.

We both moaned as she sank onto my cock.

“Ohhh my god,” I groaned, gripping her hips. “Jen…”

She smiled, breathless. “You feel that? Your cock sliding inside me, and I'm going to take every inch of it.”

Jen’s hips started to move—slowly, grinding in wet, tight circles. Her clit dragged across me with every shift. Her tits bounced gently, sweat beginning to form along her collarbone. She could feel I was losing control already and slowed everything down.

“Don’t cum yet,” she panted. “I want to cum again… hold on for me, baby.”

“I’ll try,” I managed, already shaking. “Jesus… you feel so good…”

“Yeah?” she whispered, breath hitching. “You like how wet and hot my pussy is for you?”

“I can feel everything,” I groaned. “You’re so tight …oh fuck.”

She rode me slow but steady, building pace, grinding deeper. Her breath got faster. Her hips rolled harder, smoother, her rhythm tightening.

Then Jen’s hands slid to my shoulders, and she locked eyes with me.

“Hold it, baby,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’m close… Fuck—yes—you feel so good.”

I grabbed her hips, holding tight, thrusting upward to meet her.

“Jen—I’m trying—I swear—just don’t stop…” I managed to say.

Her pace turned more frantic. Jen started bouncing harder, louder, messier—skin slapping, soaked pussy squelching with every impact. The car filled with the raw sounds of us, fucking desperately.

Jen’s face twisted in pleasure, her moans turning guttural, wild.

“Oh god—right there— YES YES —I’m cumming—Johnny—FUCK YES.”

She screamed as she broke—slamming her hips down and holding tight as her body convulsed, pussy clenching around me, soaking me with every pulse.

That sent me over the edge.

“Jen—oh my god—I’m cumming—” I screamed.

“Yes—yes—cum inside me—fill me—give it to me—baby—yes—”

I exploded deep inside her, cock throbbing, hips bucking uncontrollably. My whole body locked up as I poured into her, pulse after pulse, thick and hot.

She kept grinding on me, still trembling, still moaning as she rode out every last wave.

We collapsed together, gasping, soaked in sweat and sex. My cock finally slipped free with a wet sound, both of us still dripping and spent.

Jen leaned in and kissed me—soft, breathless, sticky.

“So…” she whispered, brushing hair from my face. “How was your first time?”

I let out a dazed, dumb laugh. “Oh god, Jen, that w-was fuck…,” is all I was able to get out of my mouth.

Jen gave a lazy smirk and slowly reached for her panties, sliding them back on—slow, teasing, giving me a final look between her legs before she pulled them up. Her tank top clung to her chest, nipples still visible through the damp fabric.

She fixed her hair, glanced at the clock, and sighed.

“We should get back. Your mom’s probably wondering where we are.”

“Right…” I muttered, still completely out of it.

She slid into the passenger seat, legs crossed, like she hadn’t just rocked my world.

Her hand landed on my thigh. She turned, eyes playful.

“This stays between us, Johnny.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Of course.”

She kissed me one last time—slow, sweet.

“And you still need a few more… driving lessons.”

I swallowed, heart still racing. “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I really do.”

Jen smiled and squeezed my thigh.

“Good. Because I’m not finished with you yet.”