Quickie

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Fogged up

We had been texting, he was going to be near my house and of course I wanted to meet up. but I don’t go the extra mile to get some, so I gave him directions to my house. He couldn’t follow them, which wasn’t a surprise to he called and I directed him step by step the whole way.

I got in the car in tight jeans with no underwear, I wanted to make this easy.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

I wasn’t exactly sure, but as he started driving and I started telling him which turns to take, I decided on the perfect place:

The movie theater parking lot.

We parked behind the theater in the very back. His back seat was bigger than I thought it would be. I climbed into the back and he followed. I got on top of him and we were both really into it, I unbuttoned his pants and ripped them off followed by his boxers.

He ripped off my shirt and started rubbing my nipples as we made out.

“You miss this dick?” he said.

It had been a few weeks since we hooked up, we were in a fight. So this was: angry I hate you but we can move on and still fuck- sex.

“mhm you know I do. Tell me you miss this pussy.”

He ripped off my pants and told me to suck his dick.

I said “or what”

He spanked me as I let out a moan and kneeled down on the floor of the car going down on his hard dick. He was loving it and than I got on top and started riding him, fast, because I didn’t want anyone to see us in this parking lot, as I rode him and made him talk dirty to me I peered out the fogged up windows just in case.

I wanted to put my hand on the window and trail it down, I really felt like I was in titanic.

We kept going fast and hard, he was about to cum so he pulled out and put it in my mouth and I swallowed, obviously.

It was really good and we both just sat their for a minute catching out breath. I got dressed and moved back to the front. He was a little slower to get up there and as he was, a car pulled up, I kept my cool. The car parked next to us, got out and it was an officer with a flashlight.

I rolled down the window and he shined the light in my face,” what are you two up to?”

I couldn’t really think of a good answer so I responded,” oh we are just moving some stuff…”

He didn’t buy it, why would he, but we got off easy, “yeah you can’t be doing what you’re doing here, you guys need to leave right now.”

He got back into his car and watched us drive off. We thought it was the funniest thing.

Prelude

 From day one I was a dirty talker and I knew what I liked and what I didn’t like and I certainly wasn’t afraid to make it known…in bed. My sex life was a basic at first, totally a one person kind of gal, just me and my boyfriend.

Then we broke up.

 I wanted to live it up and be single in college, AKA it is like it sounds: I totally wanted to play the field…again AKA it’s like it sounds: I wanted to get laid by other people whenever I wanted.

One guy for the rest of my life… not for me (well not right now anyway).

After the break up I hooked up with a good amount of guys, but I don’t mean I actually had sex with them, I was a total pussy and just fooled around with them, since I had only had sex with the ex, I didn’t know anything about the whole one night stand kind of thing. So I just fooled around with guys, no strings, not emotions, just the whole let’s get drunk and go back to your place and see what happens and that’s when I discovered the saddest thing ever…

Hand shovers.

You might be asking what that is, if you are a chick I’m sure you know what I am saying, but if you are a dude, you have no idea what this means even though it is totally your fault.

Hand shover: a man (or in some cases a female) who shoves their hand into a vagina while fingering it, but instead of doing it the right way and just playing with the clit to warm it up, the finger jam the fuck out of it and leave the girl turned way off and in much pain.

Thanks a lot asshole.

I have gotten many of them. I once called it out because I couldn’t take it.

“Hey, if you can’t do it right, don’t do it all!”

And I mean that. There is nothing like saying that to a dude and then having to sleep there and peace out early the next day for the nice walk of shame home because it was too late or you were too drunk…

I am the one with the story to tell the next day after almost any party, the one who never has a normal hook up. The one who stood in front of the mirror drunk with her first one night stand talking about how hot we both are and how hot our kids would be and then had to make a call for a friend to deliver condoms and then called the kid the wrong name while we were doing the deed (yeah I’ve been a wrong namer)…. I am that girl. I am the one who will hit the back of her head on a bathroom sink while giving a blow job.

These are just a glimpse…they are nothing in the grand scheme of my sex life.