"Are we not going to talk about the big cow in the room." I use her dumb analogy; she picks up on it and rolls her eyes.
A seductive smile comes across her luscious lips, "What are you talking about?"
"You're going to make me spell it out then."
"Tell me, Andreas, sometimes I get amnesia and forget things. Freshen my memory." Her voice comes out airy and in a sing-song voice.
"Fine." I use all the most explicit and dirty words my brain can come up with. If she wants to play games and act dumb, then why not play along. "In the kitchen, a few days ago, we had a hot moment. You grinding that tight ass of yours against my hard cock. Then, I whipped you around, you rubbed me like a dog until I came in your hand. That moment."
No sense of embarrassment or nervousness comes to her face, instead, she's amused. "Oh, that moment. The moment when you came within 30 seconds, right, I remember you."
"Shut the fuck up!" A boisterous laugh leaves her sweet mouth. "It was more like 60 seconds to a minute, tops."
"Oh no. It was 30 seconds."
I flip her off, "There's no way I'm going to listen to you, you're not even good at math."
"How did you know I wasn't good at math?" She's not embarrassed by this, just shocked.
I explain myself, "At the library when you were there with your friend, I saw her teaching you how to do algebraic functions, to which you struggled, a lot."
"You were watching me?" Her voice comes out soft, her brown doe eyes look at me.
I gulp.
"I- I work there, and yeah." It's quiet for a couple of seconds. Then, I start up a new conversation.
I turn in my seat towards her, "Let's play a game."
"I told you I don't play games," I grunt, remembering our time in the kitchen. The way her firm ass grind against my cock, I wanted to rip her pants off and fuck her against the sink. The things she does to me should be illegal.
"Well, you're going to play this one. The game we will be playing is 21 questions."
Her brow lifts, "Are you serious?"
"Yes, Elizabeth, now ask me a question." She shrugs my jacket off her shoulders since the heat has taken over the car. Her bare shoulders are on display, as are her boobs. She knows what she's doing by wearing those clothes, so revealing, leaves nothing to my sick and twisted imagination.
"Alright, let me think." Her finger strums against her chin, eyes are alert, letting me know she has a question. "How many people have you dated?"
"14."
"Fucking hell! That's a lot of girls. Your turn."
"Not everyone's a prude like you." We both laugh, to which she tells me to shut up or she'll punch me in the throat, which I believe she will. "Why don't you drive?"
As quick as it came, her laugh is gone while the smile from her face has disappeared. Something. . .grave comes over here face. "Can you ask me another question, please, I-I don't feel comfortable talking about it." Those brown eyes look everywhere but me.
"Ok. How many boyfriends have you fucked?"
She sighs, "3."
I scrunch up my face, "That's it? You're like what, 19. Did guys not want you because of your disgusting personality?" I say, joking around.
"I'm 18, will be turning 19 in two months, ha, ha. In high school, I wasn't seen as the prettiest girl on campus. Not every guy wanted me, not everyone likes sarcastic girls. Anyway, the guys I did date, the relationships didn't last long. I'm just average, you know."
"You're beautiful, Elizabeth." My voice comes out filled with so many emotions, that it throws me off.
"Stop, you're just saying that to make me feel better." She waves me off.
"I'm not," I confess. "Look at me." Her head turns slowly, glancing at me. "You think I could've come that quickly if you weren't beautiful, and had great hands. I wouldn't lie to you, Elizabeth, not to you." The look on her face was sincere, she smiled with her eyes. "And if guys don't want you for you, at least your body is banging."
"Why, thank you, Andreas. You had me at first."
"I've got another question to ask."
"It's my turn."
"Just- let me ask my question, please."
She rolls her eyes while crossing her arms. "Fine, ask away."
"Have you ever had an orgasm before?"
The car goes radio silent, the only sound is the howling wind outside. "No, I have never had an orgasm." She says honestly.
SHIT. My minds running amuck right now. "I don't understand, how come you've never had an orgasm before? Your like, what, 19 years old, and you've had sex before, how has this never happened?"
She sheepishly shrugs her shoulders, "Like I said before, I'm 18. And I don't know. When I would have sex with my boyfriends, they never worried about me orgasming, as long as they did, nothing else mattered."
My fist tightens, I can't believe it. What fucking guy has sex with a girl, and doesn't make her come? Or worry about her needs. It's so fucked up, I don't know why, but I'm fuming inside. Elizabeth may be rude, and an ass sometimes, but she deserves it all.
"Don't look at me like that, with pity, unless you're going to volunteer and give me one, turn that frown upside down."
The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, "Why not let me give you one, you made me come, why can't I do the same for you?"
"You're deadass, aren't you."
"As a heart attack, come on, get on my lap and spread your legs."
She stares at me for a few seconds, then starts to laugh and laugh. "Whatever, might as well. Let's see what I hear the girls talk about is true."
Excitement dances through my body, oh she's going to like what I can do with my fingers; she'll be begging for more. I grab her tiny body up, sitting her flat against my lap. My hands rest firmly on her waist, those boobs of hers are directly in my face, I can hear her heart beating, pulse racing. It's the greatest view ever.
Once my hands start slipping up her skirt, she stops me. "What's wrong?"
She looks around, paranoia fills the air around us, "What if someone sees?"
"They won't. "I assure her. "We're far away from the restaurant, and they'll text me when the food is ready. Just relax and let me make you come." I smile devilishly.
I see pleasure lace her eyes, "Fine, have at me." I watch intently as she unbuttons her jean skirt, she slides it up her waist, showing me her panties.
I laugh, "Are those days of the week underwear?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, they were 50% off. Lace panties are so uncomfortable, they ride up my ass crack." I look down at the base of her underwear, it says Wednesday, flowers decorate the words. The funny thing is that it's Thursday.
"I don't judge, it's just funny." I help her slide the panties off, which is a bit hard, but we figure it out. I throw them in my back seat.
Before anything starts, I want to ask her some questions. For this to work, she needs to be ok with everything that happens. It's not about me, but her, and making her comfortable. "When you've fingered yourself in the past, how many fingers did you use?"
"Uh. . .none. I've never fingered myself before." She says bluntly.
"How about your boyfriends?"
"They haven't either, it's only been penis inside of me. Is that a problem?"
"No, no," I assure her. "I'm just amazed, that's all. So, you know your own body, how many fingers?" I hold them up so she can look at them. My eyes widen with surprise, she puts her mouth on all three of my fingers, her mouth is warm and wet.
"What the-"
She pulls them out of her mouth, slowly. "Everyone knows that your mouth is kind of the size of your vagina, I just wanted to see if it would fit, and it does. So, I'll take three fingers."
All I do is stare at her, "And where did you learn that?"
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