I’m sorry for ducking off the radar on-and-off these past few weeks. My life has been rather hectic. But allow me to make up for lost time by telling the events of this evening.

So, I went out on my third date with the guy I’ve been seeing. We met up for ice cream and the place’s freezers had broken, so we were allowed to choose from a few options that were still in tact and accessible before being ushered out.

We were walking around with our ice cream when we ran into two of my friends. Let me start by saying that I have always worried about this happening, and I felt my heart fall into the pit of my stomach when I heard my name being called. Thankfully, we weren’t holding hands or making out, so I said he was just a friend from college, we all talked for a little, and the situation panned out just fine.

Afterwards, we got into his car and resolved to mess around. Except, he’s got company and I’m visiting with family. So, we wind up pulling into the lot behind a school.

“This is so high school,” we joked. “This is absurd. We’re in our twenties and having to sneak around like this.”

I had to pee and dashed around behind the school to do it, making him keep watch. When I got back, we ended up in the back with the seats down and our clothing off. “I want you to lie down,” he said, putting some gentle pressure on my shoulder. “I want to eat your pussy.”

He bit the insides of my thighs. His stubble scratched against my pussy lips. I came holding one of his hands. 

While I was sucking him off, he asked to fuck me. “I really want to,” I answered, “but I have to talk to my boyfriend about that sort of stuff first and I feel strange calling him out of the blue to ask that." 

"Well, you can’t call him now?” He joked.

I curled up into him, laughing. “No, I can’t just give him a call about it.”

Instead, he ended up on top of me, teasing me with his cock. I was dripping wet, he was so hard he was practically throbbing. I liked the feeling of his weight on my body, the power of his large hands on my little wrists. I begged him to let me make him cum with my mouth, partially because I was worried I would just get carried away and let him fuck me. He smirked, making me beg to please him with my mouth while he rubbed his shaft over my pussy. 

When he finally let me suck him off, I decided to be a little brat about the whole thing. I’d work him until he was moaning and then stop to pull back and grin at him. “You’re a bad girl, you know,” he murmured as he pushed my head down onto his cock, “you make me want to make you mine.”

At one point, he made me turn around so he could squeeze and slap my ass while he stroked his cock. It made me feel so objectified in an exciting way, and I blushed when he told me to tell him about one of the dirtiest, bravest things I’d ever done. I wound up picking the New Year’s Party, and he asked me the kinds of questions about it that made me blush and squirm. 

Right after he finished in my mouth, a police car sped by and we clamored into the front seat. He drove naked while I tugged my dress on, stopping only when we had decided we hadn’t been caught to put the rest of our clothing back on. 

One of my shoes had gone awol, so we had to pull over to search the car. As I scoured the back of the car, he pulled my dress up to the small of my back. “Just checking to make sure it’s still there,” he chuckled.

When I got home, I let Sir know how the evening went. “And I sucked his cock,” I explained, “are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I’m okay with it,” Sir replied, “you better have given him good head.”

Somehow, even after a night with somebody else, he still manages to make me feel like I’m totally his.