Next time it’s my turn.

Hard to shake the words from my thoughts as I lay on top of the rumpled covers, the back of my head sunk into my pillow as I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think too much about what had just happened, an impossible feat. After all, I’d just orgasmed in front of a girl whose name I didn’t even know simply because she’d told me to. She’d given me her number after. While I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to her, the truth was, I’d never been with another girl before. I’d fantasized about it, more than once, and I had no hang ups about the theoretical possibility of it, but that was as far as it went.

Next time it’s my turn.

She expected me to call her and, truth was, I felt compelled in a way. Despite her being younger than I, there was a confidence in her demeanor that had driven me to do things that both excited and embarrassed me. I already knew that I would call her, despite my misgivings. I continued to play with my clit aggressively, pausing to lift my fingers to my lips, my tongue sliding over the tips slowly, imagining it was her I was tasting, wondering if her snatch would taste like mine, or differently. Then, closing my eyes, I slid my fingers into my soaked pussy and gave in to my desires.

I rolled my hips, lifting them off the mattress so that I could curve my fingers inside my sloppy cunt, pads searching for that perfect spot and, with a shuddering moan, finding it. I pulled my knees up, spreading myself wider and began pinching and pulling at my nipple as I began to finger fuck myself savagely, desperate to make myself come, imagining her weight on the bed beside me, her gaze fastened to my exposed pussy, smiling at the sight of my puffy lips and swollen clit and the sounds my fingers made as I thrust them in and out, caught between the desire to prolong the sensations that I was feeling and the ecstasy that was just so close, so very close…

A stray thought entered my head, one I almost acted on. I could call her now. I could let her listen to me panting and moaning as I writhed on top of my quilt. I could let her hear me gasp as my eyes rolled slightly back, my back arched, and my body quivered on the edge. I wanted to so badly, almost as badly as I wanted to simply lose myself in mind numbing ecstasy.

In my head, I heard her voice just then; come for me. With a breathless cry I came, and came hard. For her…

Afterwards, I simply lay there breathlessly, my legs splayed out on the covers, my dress bunched up around my waist. I licked my lips slowly, bringing my fingers, once more, to my mouth, and sucking them clean, pretending it was her taste once again. I so wanted to call her and admit to what I’d just done, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Not yet, at least. Oh, I knew I would call. It was inevitable – a forgone conclusion, but not yet, not today. I wanted her to think that I had some control left, even if I knew better.

oOo

I held out until after dinner, having picked up my phone and the receipt with her number on it at least three times before I finally made the call, my heart beating erratically as I listened to the dial tone once… twice… a third time…

“Hello?”

“Hi,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, wondering what else to say, suddenly inspired to mumble, “Fries and a Diet Pepsi. No ketchup.”

I was greeted by the most delightful laugh, one that came from low in her throat “You looked hot coming for me.”

“I– I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Good. Then I don’t have to feel jealous. Tell me how it felt.”

“Dirty,” I whispered, feeling my face growing warm at the memory. I felt myself growing aroused, my panties growing damp at the memory as I waited for her reply.

“Good. Now tell me what happened when you got home, dirty girl.” The last two words came out as a purr that shook whatever composure that remained. I searched for words, the silence stretching out until I couldn’t bear it, my admission coming out in a rush.

“Made myself come again.” Eyes closed, I felt my legs spreading slightly, my free hand slowly pulling the hem of my skirt up, exposing my wet panties, my fingertips teasing my pussy through the damp material.

“I hope you were thinking of me,” she said, teasingly.

“Yes,” I replied, pushing the crotch of my panties to one side so that I could slowly stroke along my puffy labia, almost sighing with pleasure.

“And now?”

“I–“ I managed, unable, or unwilling, to come clean.

“You’re playing with your pretty little pussy, aren’t you, dirty girl.”

It wasn’t a question. I nodded slowly, blushing as I realized she had no way of seeing the gesture.

“Yes,” I confessed.

“Show me, dirty girl.” Apparently, that was to be her pet name for me, bringing me to the realization that I’d never told her my name, nor did I know hers. Maybe it didn’t matter or maybe it was better that way.

“Show you?”

“Picture’s worth a thousand words.”

Panic hit me. Too much, too fast, was my first reaction. I almost laughed, remembering what I had done earlier, came for her in my car while she watched, and how it had felt. Taking a deep breath, I worked my panties to one side so that my entire pussy was exposed, opened up an app, positioned my phone between my thighs and began stroking my clit with one finger, the flush of shame making my face burn as I gave her a private show.

“Good girl. You’re making me hot. Can’t help playing with my pussy. Keep going, until I tell you to stop. And, pet?”

It was disconcerting hearing her voice from between my thighs as I pleasured myself.

“Yes?” I panted, loud enough for her to hear.

“No coming. It’s my turn. Understood?”

“Uh huh, yeah,” I managed, my eyes closed tightly as I forced myself to take it easy, intent on following her instructions to the letter, wondering once more, about the hold she seemed to have on me.

“Finger fuck yourself, give me a show.”

I sucked in a huge breath, holding it and then letting it out slowly, as I pressed the tips of two fingers, the lavender polish covering my nails already shining with my juices, between my spread lips, poised as I listened carefully to the faint sounds of her quickening breaths over the phone. Another breath, this one almost a sigh, as I slowly penetrated my dripping wet snatch, taking my time, the feel of my knuckles brushing against my mound intoxicating.

“That’s it, dirty girl. Damn.” I could hear the lust in her words, a slight tremble in her voice as she drew the last word out. It was easy to imagine her in her bedroom, propped up against a pillow, her own fingers mirroring my own, licking her lips as she watched. The vision turned me on beyond belief. If only I could watch her while she watched me.

Heart beating rapidly, a mixture of trepidation and arousal, I did my best to put on a show worthy of a newly minted porn starlet, working my fingers slowly in and out of my sopping wet cunt, pausing occasionally to smear them on my mound and tease my swollen clit as I bit my lip and moaned with pleasure. I felt decadent. Dirty. Sexy.

“Fucking hot,” her voice dripping with passion spurred me on. Finger fuck yourself, she had told me. Unable to hold out any longer, I abandoned teasing myself slowly and simply threw myself into it, thrusting my fingers into my wet hole, my breath catching as I spread my legs as wide as I could manage and began to ram my hand against my cunt, grunting softly, my feet lifting from the bed.

“Don’t you dare come!” she growled, reminding me who was in charge here. I wasn’t sure if I could oblige her, but I would try.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as a heated whimper spilled from my phone. From the sounds she was making, she was really getting into it now. God, I wanted so badly to be able to watch.

I kept at it, careful not to push myself too far, staying away from the edge, despite the cravings of my hungry cunt, my fingers dripping as I felt the covers growing damp beneath me, nipples almost painfully hard, making me wish I had a free hand to pinch them with.

“Fu–“. The word cut off suddenly, followed by a sharp intake of breath and then an impassioned cry of pure pleasure, leaving no doubt that she had just climaxed, and hard. Thumb alternately stoking, caressing, and pressing into my clit, I felt myself quickly approaching that same place, my thoughts focused only on one thing, how good it would feel to simply give in.

“Stop,” she said, her voice still shaking with ecstasy, repeating it a second time, this time, more firmly, and then a third until, finally, it sunk in and I reluctantly put a stop to fucking myself, panting with need, my motionless fingers shaking deep within my pussy.

After that, the only sounds were that of my heavy breathing, the silence drawing out until I started to wonder if she was still there.

“Dirty little girl,” she giggled and then popping her p’s as she continued. “And such a pretty little wet pussy.”

“I need to come. Please,” I begged her, feeling foolish.

“I know, but I don’t want you to,” she replied, cheerfully, then softly humming to herself while I digested that in silence. It wasn’t like she could stop me and yet, she had a hold on me that was undeniable. As frustrated as I felt, I didn’t want to end our little game by breaking the rules. With an exasperated sigh, I withdrew my fingers and turned off the app that allowed her to watch me, uncaring that I was making a mess of my phone.

“Not until you are so desperate that you’ll do whatever I tell you to. Not now. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not until I tell you to.”

It felt like my heart leaped from my chest into my throat as I shook my head in denial.

“No,” I protested, pressing my phone against my cheek, smearing a little pussy juice against my cheek.

“Yes,” she pushed on, her sweet girlish voice at odds with her words. “From this point on, your greedy little pussy belongs to me if you want to keep playing this little game of ours. Your call. Think about it. See you at the drive-thru tomorrow. ”

And, just like, she ended the call, leaving me frustrated and conflicted, a condition that had no signs of abetting any time soon.

oOo

It was impossible not to think of her and of what I had done. Nor was it possible to keep my mind off of the desire to rip off my panties which seemed perpetually damp and get myself off. It was bad enough having to deal with the urge into the evening. The next day it became an inconvenient distraction bordering on obsession as it drew nearer to lunchtime.

oOo

“Can I take your order, please?” There was nothing in her voice that was vaguely erotic and yet, I felt my pussy flooding, soaking through my panties as I voiced my order.

“Fries and a Diet Pepsi,” I managed, my heart pounding in my chest as images of yesterday’s debauchery made themselves fresh in my mind’s eye.

“Fries and a Diet Pepsi,” she repeated, popping her p’s as always.

“Anything else?” she asked, unable to mask a touch of giggle in her tone.

“Nothing,” I murmured, blushing at the unspoken thoughts filling my head as I pulled up behind two other cars, impatiently awaiting my turn, window rolled down in anticipation.

All too soon, there she was, her luxurious brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, her dark eyes sparkling knowingly, her plump lips curving into a knowing smile.

“Would you like ketchup with that?” she asked, handing over my drink as she leaned nonchalantly forward, giving me a good look at her perfect ripe breasts, eyes flickering downwards, her gaze settling on the hem of my skirt barely covering a third of my thighs.

“No, thank you.”

Her mouth moved silently forming words, slowly enough that they were easy to decipher. Show me. Placing my drink in the cup holder, I reached for my order, using my free hand to lift the hem of my skirt as I spread my legs, giving her a good look at my pink cotton panties, unable to resist peeking between my own thighs, a sense of mortification taking hold at the sight of the large wet patch that greeted me.

“Have a nice day,” she said cheerfully, handing over my receipt before withdrawing, on to the next customer as I drove off, eager to read the quick note she’s scrawled on the back.

Enjoy dessert was all it said. Momentarily confused, I opened the bag, and glanced in, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of a pair of red lace panties nestled next to my fries, the material over the crotch darker, obviously soaked with the juices of her cunt. Unable to help myself, I withdrew them and undid my seatbelt, leaning over so that my face was out of sight as I pressed them against my nose and inhaled her scent, detecting a hint of mango. Cheeks burning with shame, I extended my tongue and licked them, getting my first taste of her before buckling back up and driving quickly away, my meal nearly forgotten as the urge to play with my pussy became nearly overwhelming.

I had to end this. It was as simple as that. Tomorrow I would go grab a bite to eat at one of the hundreds of fast food places that didn’t feature young sirens with perfect breasts who viewed me as their personal plaything. Tomorrow I wouldn’t have to listen to a girl, whose name I didn’t even know, pop her p’s and ask me if I wanted ketchup and tell me to show her my panties…

That night, I am ashamed to say, I fell asleep with her pretty red panties clutched loosely in my hand, her intoxicating scent teasing my senses, my own panties impossibly wet as I cupped and stroked myself into an uneasy sleep.

oOo

“Fries. And a Diet Pepsi. Please.”

She couldn’t help but notice the way my voice shook. I tried not to think of what she thought of me, or would think of me once she saw what I was wearing. Biting my lip, I forced myself to stay focused.

“Will that be all?”

“Yes,” I mumbled, driving to the window, my courage, if not my resolve, quickly fading as I pulled to a stop alongside the drive-thru window, my foot firmly on the brake, unable to meet her eyes.

“Ketchup?”

I had to admit that I was secretly pleased at the way her voice caught as she handed over my meal. Not hard to understand why. I’d pulled over half a block away and taken off my skirt, leaving it on the passenger seat, allowing her a good look at what I was wearing underneath – a pair of red lace panties. Her unwashed red lace panties, and yes, they were wet with arousal.

“Dirty girl,” she said, her voice low and soft and full of approval and followed by a gesture – one hand, finger and thumb extended and pressed to the side of her head, followed by five outstretched fingers flashed twice. Call me. Ten. I felt a stab of strange joy as I took my bag and drove away, not stopping until I got home, my meal mostly uneaten. Ten o’clock could not come soon enough.

oOo

I have been less stressed out about what to wear on actual dates. I wasn’t sure who I was dressing up for, her or me, but I felt it was essential to look my best and, when I called, be prompt, as well. Giddy, I made myself as comfortable as I could on the love seat in my living room after checking and double checking all the blinds and curtains to make sure the outside world couldn’t see in and dimming the lights. Then, I simply waited, keeping myself distracted by surfing the internet.

Ten o’clock took forever to arrive yet, when it did, I wasn’t at all prepared.

“Hello,” she answered after the fifth tone, nervousness multiplying with each unanswered ring.

“It’s me,” I breathed weakly, unsure of what else to say.

“I know, dirty girl. I enjoyed your gift today. Very imaginative. Makes me wonder how long you were wearing them.” It was impossible not to hear the hint of amusement in her voice.

“All day,” I admitted, feeling a rush of humiliated arousal building.

“You didn’t sleep in them?”

“No. I… with them. On my pillow. So I could smell them. Smell you.”

“Ah,” she said with a playful chuckle. “What are you wearing now? Not just panties. Everything.”

“I don’t even know your name,” I blurted out, barely managing to keep my voice under control.

“No, you don’t, dirty girl,” she replied sweetly. “I’m waiting.”

Silence was not an option, much as I wished it was at that precise moment.

“Lavender panties and bra with periwinkle lace trim and a little bow on the front.”

“Pretty,” she interjected softly, a smile in her voice, giving me enough confidence to continue.

“Royal blue mini skirt and a capped sleeve buttoned white blouse.”

“Shoes? And how is your hair done up?”

“Sandals. And it’s loose.”

“Go find a band that matches your skirt and put it up in a ponytail for me. Then I want you to take a picture and send it to me. I’ll call you back when I get it,” she told me, ending the call before I could even think of a response.

It didn’t take me long to fulfill her requests, using the full length mirror in the master bathroom to pose awkwardly and snap a selfie which I texted immediately to her.

Several moments later, the phone chimed. Unlike her, I didn’t let it ring twice.

“Very pretty,” she told me without preamble. I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. “You been a good girl and keeping your hands off of my snatch?”

Unable to ignore her choice of words, I found myself unable to speak for a moment, finally managing a meek, “Sort of?” Uncomfortable aware of my panties growing moist.

“Sort of?”

“You told me I couldn’t… come, not that I couldn’t touch myself,” I said defensively, much to her apparent amusement.

“I did, didn’t I. I like the idea of you playing with yourself thinking of me, anyway. You do think of me when you do, right?”

“Yes,” I admitted, nodding my head, despite her not being able to see me.

“You playing with yourself now, dirty girl?”

“No,” I replied truthfully. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. That didn’t mean I wasn’t wet, though, nor that my nipples weren’t hard as small pebbles.

“So cute,” she teased, humming softly as if in thought. “You know The Croc?”

“Off of Elliot, right?” I asked, more of a rhetorical question than a real one. The Crocodile was a bar. Not too upscale, but not a dive, either. I’d been there a few times with friends to celebrate birthdays and for other events. It wasn’t too far from where she worked.

“That’s the one. Meet me there for drinks. Bring a coat. Thirty minutes.” She ended the call with, “be on time, dirty girl.”

I didn’t waste too much time grabbing a double breasted beige trench coat, tossing my phone and keys in my bag, and closing up the house before heading out to the garage. Thirty minutes. At least that didn’t give me time to overthink the invitation, at least not until the drive over and by then, I was already committed.

Was it a date? I wasn’t really a lesbian after all. Truth was, I wasn’t really sure where my sexuality fell anymore. It wasn’t as if I’d actually had sex with her. Still, I couldn’t deny the attraction. Nor could I deny that, at this point, if the chance came I would turn it down. Uncertainsexaul, I decided eventually, smiling a little at the term. Really, it fit the situation perfectly.

oOo

She met me in the parking lot. It was the first time I’d seen her out of uniform. Like me, she’d made an effort to look her best, and I was impressed. If there had been any doubts before, they vanished instantly as she strolled through the parking lot, giving me plenty of time to admire her. Yes, I was attracted to her. Yes, I not only would sleep with her, I wanted to. Had my panties not already been damp on the way over, they would be now.

She didn’t bother with much makeup. At her age, she didn’t need it. Just enough to darken her eyes and draw attention to her lips, not that they needed the boost. Her dark hair fell loosely, framing her face and giving her a slightly exotic look. She wore a low cut scarlet dress that hugged her figure, showing off her impossibly perfect breasts, slender hips and toned legs encased in black nylons. Her pumps matched her dress and some gold colored bracelets and a chain accented the look perfectly. At least I needn’t worry about being the center of attention tonight. All eyes would be on her.

“Give me your keys,” she told me without so much as a greeting, putting out her hand expectantly. “Purse stays in the car. Coat too.”

Taken aback, I meekly complied, acutely aware of her amusement at my reaction as she locked me out of my own car before stepping back and looking me over critically.

“You look even more stunning than your photo, dirty girl.”

I managed to scowl a little, despite the blush that colored my cheeks. “You’re not going to call me that all night, are you?”

I was met with laughter. “Of course. Unless you would prefer ‘dirty little slut’?” she said, arching her eyebrow. For her age she had a commanding presence that was difficult to ignore.

“I don’t even know why I let you treat me like this,” I murmured under my breath. In response, she lifted my chin with perfectly manicured, red lacquered nails, forcing me to gaze into her dark chocolate eyes.

“Because, deep down, you crave it. And because you know it pleases me. So either you quit complaining, or you go home and don’t waste my time.”

I should have taken the out and left. I should have, but I couldn’t.

“Fine,” I said, caving.

“Better. Now, one more thing. Panties,” Once again, she put out her hand expectantly, purposefully popping the p.

“Here? In the parking lot?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, here,” she told me, impulsively leaning forward and kissing me on the nose, an affectionate gesture that threw me off guard. “Now.”

I felt the heat of embarrassment coloring my face as I glanced around the parking lot. I’d chosen to park, out of habit, beneath one of the lights. It was safer, after all. Now it didn’t seem like such a great idea, standing beneath the bright white beacon as I contemplated taking my panties off without exposing myself. It just wasn’t feasible. The skirt I wore was too tight to simply reach under and shimmy out of my lingerie. I’d have to pull it up around my waist in order to comply with her demands.

“Okay,” I murmured, unable to deny her request. There was truth in what she’d told me, something I was only now coming to realize. I did crave this. Both the humiliation and the pleasure. And, yes, there was something inside me that needed to earn her approval and please her. This, too, was new and left me feeling unsure and off balance.

Turning towards my car, I quickly tugged my skirt up and, just as quickly, tugged my panties down around my thighs, leaving them there until I covered my exposed pussy once more, shivering with pleasure as a cool breeze kissed my flesh as I slid the lacy garments down to my ankles, stepped out of them, and handed them over, all without any other witnesses, thankfully.

“Good girl,” she declared with a smile, taking a moment to hold my panties up to her nose and inhale, before depositing them in her purse. “You can ask for them back later. I might even give them to you. Now the skirt.”

I stared incredulously at her, my mouth hanging open. “I can’t go in there like that,” I protested.

“Who said anything about going in? I’m not twenty-one yet, anyway. This was just a convenient place to meet,” she smiled, twirling several stray locks of hair around one finger. “Skirt, please.”

I stood there, illuminated beneath the light, and simply stared at her, our gazes locked in what I could only describe as a battle of wills. It was one thing to expose myself to her in the relative privacy of my car. To do so in such a public place was beyond anything I’d imagined, and yet the thought of standing here, half naked, knowing that anyone who happened upon us would see me was making my nipples hard and my snatch wet.

I was breathing so hard as I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt that I thought I might hyperventilate. Slipping my thumbs into the waistband, I worked it over my hips and then, simply let gravity take over, stepping out of it, reaching down and picking it off of the asphalt, holding it out to her, my eyes never leaving her face. It was all I could do not to cover myself with my hands.

“You are so hot,” she commented, her eyes shifting downward.

Lost for words, I simply stood there while she took my skirt and casually folded it before unlocking the car doors.

“Get in. Passenger side.” There it was again, that little pop, her lips forming a brief kiss that I found intoxicating.

Quickly, I went around the other side of my car and got in, feeling decadent as I buckled myself in, naked from the waist down, while she did the same before starting my car, humming to herself as she played with the radio, eventually settling on a local jazz station before carefully pulling out of the driveway and back onto Elliot Street.

“Play with yourself for me,” she told me, eager excitement in her voice as she drove. “Get yourself all hot and bothered. And messy.”

Embarrassment warred with yearning. A few weeks ago I would have never dreamed of masturbating in front of someone else. Yes, I talked about it with close friends, but I didn’t even know her name and here I was, half naked, about to let her watch me, not for the first time, but for the third. What was I thinking? Actually, I was so turned on at the thought, that I didn’t have the luxury of objective thought.

Reclining my seat to a forty-five degree angle, I spread my legs so that she had a good view, my heels resting on the car-mat, and moved my hand between my thighs so that my fingers rested over my already wet cunt. Licking my lips, I turned slightly, just enough that I could watch her as she drove, aware of the glances she kept sending my way as she drove carefully down the street, taking longer than necessary at stop signs. I knew the area well enough to know that, soon, we’d be on First which would be busy, even at this time of night. Lots of traffic lights, pedestrians, other cars – in other words, a chance, if small, of discovery. I moaned softly at the thought of being caught, eliciting a sunny smile from the drive-thru girl.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Deciding the question was rhetorical, I ignored it, instead concentrating on how her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress and how I could see the dent of her nipples pushing through. She lay one hand on her thigh, caressing her hose with her finger tips sensuously.

“Why don’t you undo a button. Just one button. For me.”

As in a trance I undid one button. Just one, fumbling a little with my left hand as I continued to stroke my pussy, my fingers easily parting my puffy lips until they were coated with my own juices, giving my sensitive nub a gentle flick every so often, taking my time. I wanted to make it last. Besides, I still wasn’t sure if she’d let me come. I decided not to worry about it too much. The phrase ‘live in the moment’ came to mind.

We turned onto First, streetlights, traffic lights, lights from local businesses, all illuminating the interior of the car and of me. She made no secret of her interest in what my hand was doing, taking every opportunity to glance over, careful to take her time at each and every stop light. A few blocks down the street, she lay her hand on my bare thigh, caressing sensuously while paused at a red light, her eyes glinting wickedly.

“Open the door.”

“What?” I gasped, incredulously.

She replied slowly, almost as if talking to a child. “Open your door. Keep it open until the light turns green.”

I glanced out the window, nervously, aware of the usual variety of pedestrians one would expect on the nearby sidewalk, this late at night.

“Open it!” she repeated, her voice full of urgency, startling me.

With trembling fingers, I pulled the door handle and pushed the door open, the cool air wafting across my bare thighs, quenching, momentarily, the fire in my overheated pussy, and then fanning the flames as I sat there, naked from the waist down, watching as a young couple turned our way, mouths dropping slightly as the overhead light exposed me. I couldn’t hear their voices, but it was easy to imagine what they whispered back and forth as they stared, the girl stifling a sudden giggle with her hand.

“Green light.”

I slammed the door shut, my face feeling bright red as she took her foot off the break and we continued on.

“You’re so yummy,” she said, her giggling mirroring the girl on the street as her fingers continued to stroke my thigh. “Another button.”

I paused playing with myself long enough to comply, giving her a good view of my bra and heaving breasts as Chick Webb spilled from the speakers.

“Why don’t you put your chair back? Get comfortable?”

“Okay,” I mumbled breathlessly, almost panting with lust as I played with my clit, my fingers picking up speed, my hips matching the rhythm of the drums, lifting and falling as I hastily tugged the lever and reclined the seat until I was at a ninety degree angle.

“Almost there,” she mused, slowly spinning the wheel to the right. I glanced up and furrowed my brow, trying to guess at our route, too caught up in what I was doing to think straight.

“Starlight,” she answered my unasked question.

“Oh,” was all I could manage. The Starlight was a downtown strip club. I’d never been in, but I knew about it, of course. Everyone did, or so I imagined.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going in. Yuck.” She laughed before continuing, her voice low and sensuous. “I want to watch you come again. In the parking lot with your door open so that anyone can watch.”

“No, please,” I protested feebly.

“Yes, pet,” she replied, popping the p slowly, her fingers sliding down the inside of my thigh, tracing the edge of my swollen pussy until I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning like a cat in heat.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help. Finish unbuttoning your shirt.”

Trembling, I undid the last three buttons, showing off my lace bra, very aware of how my nipples poked through the material, while she ‘held my place’ for me, flicking at my clit, rubbing it, leaning slightly to the right so she could push two of them into my sloppy wet pussy and slowly finger fuck me while she navigated down Delaware Street towards the club, fingers inside of me while I simply played with my swollen button, practically writhing in my seat with pleasure.

She slowed down, bright lights bathing her where me I reclined, the colors garish and crude.

“Busy night,” she commented. I raised my head up and peered over the edge of the door, mouth going dry at the number of people outside the club. A good dozen or so. I moaned softly as she withdrew her fingers, vaguely aware of how they glistened with pussy juice, so that she could maneuver my car up to the curb in front, putting it in park, the engine still running.

“Drop off zone, so make it quick.”

Steeling myself, I tried not to think of what I was about to do, and pushed the door open, once more, jumping in my seat as she pushed down on the horn for several seconds, drawing everyone’s attention. I stared at them, like a deer caught in headlights, frantically masturbating, needing to get myself off so that we could flee this exhibitionistic nightmare.

“God, you’re hot.”

Reaching over, she tugged my blouse from my shoulder before pulling my bra strap down as well until my left tit was exposed.

“Finger fuck yourself for me,” she breathed, obviously turned on as well. I didn’t waste any time, lifting my hips and plunging two fingers into my dripping wet snatch as I turned my head towards her, eyes rolling slightly back as I watched her push her hand between her thighs and under her dress, obviously rubbing on her own pussy.

“God, that’s it. Everyone’s watching. Couple taking pictures or vids, dirty girl.”

She’d barely gotten the words out when I came explosively, hips thrusting up against my belt, toes curling as I pushed my feet against the floor of the car and let out cry of pleasure that seemed to last and last as waves of ecstasy burned their way through me as a nameless crowd looked on.

“Door,” she managed with a lustful chuckle as I simply lay there, still throbbing with pleasure, oblivious as I reached out and grabbed the handle, pulling it closed and shutting out my audience, feeling the car pulling away almost immediately.

Peals of laughter bled over the music as she floored it, driving a little erratically at first before slowing down. A sense of déjà vu filled me, recalling teenage antics.

“Oh. My. God,” she giggled, her voice still thick with lust as she glanced over at where I lay, physically and mentally exhausted. “You are too much.”

Still breathing hard, I closed my eyes and tried to shut everything out until my heartbeat returned to normal, unaware, and uncaring, of where we were headed, content with only the sound of the stereo playing Duke Ellington.

“Violet,” she murmured, ending the word with a soft, slow moan.

Opening my eyes, I turned my head, noting that she’d hiked the hem of her dress up around her waist so that she could stroke herself through her tights and panties.

“Violet,” I repeated, feeling the ghost of a smile on my lips.

“Jenny.”

“I know,” she chuckled, adding, “It’s on your card. Fries and a small Pepsi.”

“I’m not a lesbian.” It came out a little defensively and, perhaps, a little unsure. “Uncertainsexual,” I said with a shy giggle, recalling the word I’d invented earlier.

“You’d go down on me if I asked you to.”

She slowed to a stop at a traffic light, hand still between her legs. Impulsively, I reached over, resting my hand on her thigh, enjoying the silky feel of her pantyhose against my skin as I stroked her, considering her words.

“Would you?” I whispered, the words almost sticking in my throat, swallowing nervously, unable to withdraw my hand as she rolled her hips slowly, grinding against her fingers.

We continued, wordlessly, the only sounds beside the radio were her soft moans as she teased herself. Once or twice I considered covering up, aware that anyone looking in would be able to see my bared breast, discarding the notion quickly. Let them. After what I’d done earlier, it didn’t seem like such a big deal. Eventually, we returned to The Croc’s parking lot.

“This was fun. Going to go home and finish the job,” she told me, leaving my keys in the ignition, the engine still purring, adjusting her dress modestly as she exited the car. Almost completely naked, I watched her from behind, still considering her words. You’d go down on me if I asked.

Would I? In the heat of the moment, turned on, unable to think straight, my pussy dripping wet…

“Yeah,” I whispered to myself, licking my lips, my mouth feeling suddenly dry, shame and lust making my cheeks burn. "I'd do anything you asked."

oOo

I came twice more before I finally passed out, once on the drive home, my top buttoned up, my panties and skirt still in Violet’s possession. And once in the privacy of my home, humping a pillow, my hand thrust between my legs as I pictured her sprawled out on the covers, her panties around her thighs, fingers gripping my hair tightly as I lapped at her soaking wet snatch until she bucked her hips uncontrollably, called out my name, and came all over my face…