As Dustin spoke to her about his car, Rosa stumbled, and the misstep had absolutely nothing to do with drunkedness. Nor did the shiver that ran down her spine right afterward have anything to do with physical attraction. The words, the tone... they were all too similar to those used by somebody called JJ, just before he let Rosa know that to him, she was yesterday's news. The sudden realisation that she could have been letting herself in for the same thing all over again was what caused Rosa to stumble, and a huge sense of disquiet to creep over her.
For one moment, Rosa was at the point of turning around and walking straight back into the Varsity - fuck Dustin, and not in the literal sense, but then, something stayed her, perhaps remembering why she'd come to the club in the first place.
C'mon, I was looking for a fling the second I stepped through that door. You're not going to get a fucking Romeo when it's pick-up-lines to backseat in about twenty minutes - guitar or no guitar. At least... at least this isn't being wrapped up in ribbons. I'm pretty sure we both know damn well this relationship ain't going to last the fucking night.
That was the bitter side of Rosa speaking, despite the fact that she really did hold out hope that there would be a fairytale... realism had to creep in somewhere. As much as Rosa wanted to get to the day where somebody she picked up in a bar turned around and swept her off her feet in a romance straight out of a storybook... it wasn't likely to happen anytime soon. Sex, Rosa supposed, was enough of a substitute. A shoddy second, maybe, but it filled the familial void.
"You'll be strumming more than that guitar tonight if you don't hurry the fuck up," Rosa told Dustin rather bluntly. With the comparison and uncomfortable similarities to Rosa's last serious (and disasterous) relationship, Rosa just wanted to dispense with the faux romantic crap. She liked it, sure, but not when she saw it for it was: sweet talk. Maybe Dustin would be a bit confused by the sudden dropping of the innuendo, but whatever, she was pretty sure he wouldn't decide it was reason enough not to... take Rosa up on what she was offering.
As incentive, Rosa pulled off her jacket, slinging it casually over one shoulder, grasping hold with one hand. Rose had known exactly what she was after since she left her house, and hadn't bothered with a bra. At the time of the evening, it was slightly chill, and in a matter of moments, the outline of Rosa's nipples were very visible against the shirt that she was wearing.
Now if that doesn't get him to hurry up, I don't know what the fuck will.
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"You'll be strumming more than that guitar tonight if you don't hurry the fuck up."
Dustin's hand slipped, an ugly chord resounding through the night and mingling with Rosa's blunt comment. Dustin had had eager ones before, and he had thought Rosa was one of them. However, her remark had cut through that assumption like a hot knife through Camembert at a cocktail party. She wasn't like all the other eager ones, out there looking to get drunk and maybe have a fling at the end of it all. No, Dustin had had more than his fair share of those, and that rogue's gallery of flirty girls, always wracked with regret after having sex with him, were a class below Rosa and her type.
Rosa had come out looking for a shag. She was determined. She was purposeful. She wasn't going to take any shit from anyone.
Awesome.
Dustin swung his guitar back around so that it was resting on his back, and he walked briskly over to his car, which had just become visible around the corner. He opened the back door of the blood-red Supra and leaned against the boot, grinning as he observed Rosa. He'd noticed that her nipples had become very pronounced, and he didn't care whether it was because of the cold or because of the impending sex. All he knew was that he was about to bang her, and it would be glorious.
"Ladies first," he said, smirking.
Dustin's hand slipped, an ugly chord resounding through the night and mingling with Rosa's blunt comment. Dustin had had eager ones before, and he had thought Rosa was one of them. However, her remark had cut through that assumption like a hot knife through Camembert at a cocktail party. She wasn't like all the other eager ones, out there looking to get drunk and maybe have a fling at the end of it all. No, Dustin had had more than his fair share of those, and that rogue's gallery of flirty girls, always wracked with regret after having sex with him, were a class below Rosa and her type.
Rosa had come out looking for a shag. She was determined. She was purposeful. She wasn't going to take any shit from anyone.
Awesome.
Dustin swung his guitar back around so that it was resting on his back, and he walked briskly over to his car, which had just become visible around the corner. He opened the back door of the blood-red Supra and leaned against the boot, grinning as he observed Rosa. He'd noticed that her nipples had become very pronounced, and he didn't care whether it was because of the cold or because of the impending sex. All he knew was that he was about to bang her, and it would be glorious.
"Ladies first," he said, smirking.
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Morgan merely smiled and nodded at Stacy's descriptions of tournaments and championships and wrestling, though he wasn't really understanding or paying attention to much. To be fair, he didn't have as much school spirit as some of his fellow classmates and announcements about sporting events and results normally went in one ear and out the other, so to speak. Even so, it was at least a good idea to act polite.
It was then that Jennifer spoke about taking her leave of The Varsity that Morgan took a glance at his watch. It was apparently 9:49 in the evening, which also looked like a good a time as any for him to make his leave of the bar as well. Still, he needed a better opening to really get out of the area as two people leaving the same time one sits down was more than a little rude, Jennifer just jumped the gun before he could.
"Alright Jen, pleasure talking with you! I'm sure I'll see you around later!"
He smiled and then took another sip of tea, when his bill was pushed towards him. He was charged around eleven bucks, not surprising and not really highway robbery, the meal was good enough to warrant the price. He dug in his pocket looking for about fifteen dollars, enough for a tip.
That's when he heard Stacy say something, "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
It was then that Jennifer spoke about taking her leave of The Varsity that Morgan took a glance at his watch. It was apparently 9:49 in the evening, which also looked like a good a time as any for him to make his leave of the bar as well. Still, he needed a better opening to really get out of the area as two people leaving the same time one sits down was more than a little rude, Jennifer just jumped the gun before he could.
"Alright Jen, pleasure talking with you! I'm sure I'll see you around later!"
He smiled and then took another sip of tea, when his bill was pushed towards him. He was charged around eleven bucks, not surprising and not really highway robbery, the meal was good enough to warrant the price. He dug in his pocket looking for about fifteen dollars, enough for a tip.
That's when he heard Stacy say something, "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
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That was that. It was time to go. Jennifer had already paid, so she just stood up, said "Bye guys! Um, nice talking with you too!" to Morgan and the other girl, and then headed towards the door.
Things were... well, they were alright, maybe. She'd calmed down some about her family, and, while she hadn't really helped Rosa, well, no one else had tried either, so she couldn't really be blamed. She stepped outside the Varsity and took a deep breath of the night air, as fresh as it got in the city. It was surprisingly chilly, and she shivered a bit. She hadn't thought to bring a jacket, a bit of carelessness she now regretted.
She turned around and started to walk back towards her home. She didn't see Rosa and Dustin, or even realize they were still nearby; her route led her in exactly the opposite direction.
That was probably for the best.
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Things were... well, they were alright, maybe. She'd calmed down some about her family, and, while she hadn't really helped Rosa, well, no one else had tried either, so she couldn't really be blamed. She stepped outside the Varsity and took a deep breath of the night air, as fresh as it got in the city. It was surprisingly chilly, and she shivered a bit. She hadn't thought to bring a jacket, a bit of carelessness she now regretted.
She turned around and started to walk back towards her home. She didn't see Rosa and Dustin, or even realize they were still nearby; her route led her in exactly the opposite direction.
That was probably for the best.
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Damn, Dustin just won't give up on the talk, will he? Okay... keep quiet... being annoyed doesn't exactly make for the best fuck, does it? He's got the idea - I doubt he's going to start serenading me before getting into the car.
Rosa had smirked a little when her blunt remark had caused Dustin to mess up with his guitar. Although she wasn't feeling in a playful mood, it was still enough in her nature to find something like that funny. Still, it meant that he was getting the idea.
The car didn't look too roomy, but at the same time, it wasn't tiny either. They weren't going to have acres of space, but luckily, they weren't going to be too cramped. Nice car, so far as Rosa could judge that kind of thing. Pretty flashy for somebody their age, but that seemed to be Dustin all over. I mean, who but a flashy guy takes their guitar around with them specifically for... well, probably wooing. Not that he'd needed to do a whole lot of that. Not to snag Rosa Fiametta.
Rosa knew more or less exactly how this was going to go. The routine, not impending sex. They'd fuck in the car, then, he'd take her back to his place, where they'd probably fuck again. Rosa would probably sleep the night, then, in the morning, she'd wind up making her way home, although depending on how this night went, there was the possibility of another bedroom romp. This wasn't where Rosa was going to find what she was after. It was a one night stand, nothing more. Nobody needed to get upset, get hurt.
The Italian threw her shoulder bag - which really didn't have a whole lot in it - into the car, then ducked inside after it. Rosa unceremoniously dumped the bag onto the floor, then flipped over, so that she was now on her back, sitting up against the car door, looking towards the open opposite side. Deciding Dustin could do with a nice surprise, and not wanting to draw things out any longer than necessary, Rosa reached down and peeled off her shirt, exposing her breasts. The shirt went the same way as the bag.
Okay, let's get this fucking thing going.
Rosa shoved a hand straight down her skirt and underneath her panties (whilst going without a bra might have been a bit risky, there was no chance in hell Rosa would go commando whilst wearing a skirt). She let out a small mew of pleasure as her fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot, and the pace of her movements rapidly began to increase.
That fucker better hurry up stowing his guitar, I didn't come out just so I could play with myself.
Rosa had smirked a little when her blunt remark had caused Dustin to mess up with his guitar. Although she wasn't feeling in a playful mood, it was still enough in her nature to find something like that funny. Still, it meant that he was getting the idea.
The car didn't look too roomy, but at the same time, it wasn't tiny either. They weren't going to have acres of space, but luckily, they weren't going to be too cramped. Nice car, so far as Rosa could judge that kind of thing. Pretty flashy for somebody their age, but that seemed to be Dustin all over. I mean, who but a flashy guy takes their guitar around with them specifically for... well, probably wooing. Not that he'd needed to do a whole lot of that. Not to snag Rosa Fiametta.
Rosa knew more or less exactly how this was going to go. The routine, not impending sex. They'd fuck in the car, then, he'd take her back to his place, where they'd probably fuck again. Rosa would probably sleep the night, then, in the morning, she'd wind up making her way home, although depending on how this night went, there was the possibility of another bedroom romp. This wasn't where Rosa was going to find what she was after. It was a one night stand, nothing more. Nobody needed to get upset, get hurt.
The Italian threw her shoulder bag - which really didn't have a whole lot in it - into the car, then ducked inside after it. Rosa unceremoniously dumped the bag onto the floor, then flipped over, so that she was now on her back, sitting up against the car door, looking towards the open opposite side. Deciding Dustin could do with a nice surprise, and not wanting to draw things out any longer than necessary, Rosa reached down and peeled off her shirt, exposing her breasts. The shirt went the same way as the bag.
Okay, let's get this fucking thing going.
Rosa shoved a hand straight down her skirt and underneath her panties (whilst going without a bra might have been a bit risky, there was no chance in hell Rosa would go commando whilst wearing a skirt). She let out a small mew of pleasure as her fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot, and the pace of her movements rapidly began to increase.
That fucker better hurry up stowing his guitar, I didn't come out just so I could play with myself.
She chewed her lip and shook her head. "Sorry, just thinking aloud. I didn't realize I'd actually said anything. Forget about it okay?"
She played with her hair as she thought, wondering if she should slip out too. It probably would be best, though she figured she should have some kind of excuse for leaving. Excuses weren't her specialty however.
"It's getting dead in here. I think I'm gonna go...see you at school Morgan."
When Stacy slid off her stool there were still quite a few people around, though it was down to her and Morgan for people in her class. She gave a little wave to him as she went towards the door.
She looked around, silently asking herself where she parked. It took her a moment, but she did remember, and started that way quickly. As her car came into view she noticed the boy with the guitar and a flashy looking car. She suspected that the girl was in the back, and it didn't take her long to put the pieces together from there. The voyeur in her urged her to stay and watch, but the sane portion in the back of her mind prodded her and informed her of what a bad idea that would be, even if she wasn't spotted. She pretended fumbled with her keys a little as the two sides waged war inside her head.
She played with her hair as she thought, wondering if she should slip out too. It probably would be best, though she figured she should have some kind of excuse for leaving. Excuses weren't her specialty however.
"It's getting dead in here. I think I'm gonna go...see you at school Morgan."
When Stacy slid off her stool there were still quite a few people around, though it was down to her and Morgan for people in her class. She gave a little wave to him as she went towards the door.
She looked around, silently asking herself where she parked. It took her a moment, but she did remember, and started that way quickly. As her car came into view she noticed the boy with the guitar and a flashy looking car. She suspected that the girl was in the back, and it didn't take her long to put the pieces together from there. The voyeur in her urged her to stay and watch, but the sane portion in the back of her mind prodded her and informed her of what a bad idea that would be, even if she wasn't spotted. She pretended fumbled with her keys a little as the two sides waged war inside her head.
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Rosa slid into the back seat of the car, and Dustin quickly shut the door behind him. Swinging open the front passenger door of the Supra, he jumped in, shut the door behind him, and punched open the glovebox. He rummaged through, fingers poring over loose maps and papers before reaching a small blue box.
Bingo.
Not wasting time, he grabbed the box and pulled out a condom with one hand while removing his belt with the other. Ripping open the condom packet with his teeth, he tossed his belt to the side, undid his jeans and pulled off his pants and boxers. Dustin hastily slid the condom onto the very much awake Dustin Junior, counting the seconds he was wasting not fucking Rosa Oh shit, is she masturbating?
Dustin heard the tiny gasp from the back seat, and realised just how long he'd been taking. Not bothering to take off his shirt, he skillfully slid through the gap between the two front seats, exiting on top of Rosa. He marveled at the impressive rack she had exposed for him for a second, and then smiled at her mischievously, his hands moving under her skirt and searching for her panties.
"When you're ready."
Bingo.
Not wasting time, he grabbed the box and pulled out a condom with one hand while removing his belt with the other. Ripping open the condom packet with his teeth, he tossed his belt to the side, undid his jeans and pulled off his pants and boxers. Dustin hastily slid the condom onto the very much awake Dustin Junior, counting the seconds he was wasting not fucking Rosa Oh shit, is she masturbating?
Dustin heard the tiny gasp from the back seat, and realised just how long he'd been taking. Not bothering to take off his shirt, he skillfully slid through the gap between the two front seats, exiting on top of Rosa. He marveled at the impressive rack she had exposed for him for a second, and then smiled at her mischievously, his hands moving under her skirt and searching for her panties.
"When you're ready."
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By the time Dustin had finished fucking around in the front seat, Rosa was getting pretty into playing with herself, two fingers moving rather rapidly inside of her pussy. Rosa had just started toying with a rock hard nipple with her free hand when Dustin 'Slowcoach' Royal finally deigned to slide through onto the backseat - and on top of her. Rosa, not stopping what she was doing, looked down to check the 'equipment' - almost automatically, then let out a hiss of frustration. No wonder he'd taken so long.
Oh fuck that bullshit. This is gonna be the first good fuck I've had in a couple of months, I want to feel it properly.
"Take that shit off," Rosa said in a tone that made it clear she wasn't looking to argue, although this was made a little difficult given that she was still letting out little gasps now and then. "I'm clean, and I'm on the fucking pill too, so ah- you don't need it," Rosa felt Dustin's hand underneath her skirt, and she looked him straight in the eye. "Bareback or no fucking ride, got it? You can even put it up my fucking ass if it bothers you that fucking much, but you'd better have something to ease it in."
Well there it was, laid out. Rosa highly doubted Dustin was going to turn around and decide that he preferred his right hand to her, not at this point. To give him a little push in the right direction, Rosa arched up, pushing her breasts into Dustin's face. She could feel his cock pressed up against one of her legs - definitely 'to attention', and in her opinion, if Dustin managed to turn her down now, he deserved a fucking medal for self-control.
Oh fuck that bullshit. This is gonna be the first good fuck I've had in a couple of months, I want to feel it properly.
"Take that shit off," Rosa said in a tone that made it clear she wasn't looking to argue, although this was made a little difficult given that she was still letting out little gasps now and then. "I'm clean, and I'm on the fucking pill too, so ah- you don't need it," Rosa felt Dustin's hand underneath her skirt, and she looked him straight in the eye. "Bareback or no fucking ride, got it? You can even put it up my fucking ass if it bothers you that fucking much, but you'd better have something to ease it in."
Well there it was, laid out. Rosa highly doubted Dustin was going to turn around and decide that he preferred his right hand to her, not at this point. To give him a little push in the right direction, Rosa arched up, pushing her breasts into Dustin's face. She could feel his cock pressed up against one of her legs - definitely 'to attention', and in her opinion, if Dustin managed to turn her down now, he deserved a fucking medal for self-control.
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Morgan watched as Stacy politely and quickly excused herself. A fact that Morgan was relieved to see, maybe it was the blue hair, maybe it was the fact that she was a little too close for comfort, but he was put a little on edge by her. He sighed in relief however, when the door closed and he was alone again.
He waited for the server to come back and take his money. He quickly thanked her and made his way over to the door.
Morgan conceded that the night had been a surprisingly good one, all things considered. It was odd but it felt good to talk to random people, it was certainly a nice change from school. Still, he wasn't about to instigate conversation with anyone. He had a feeling he wasn't quite ready for that.
Hopefully the shopping trip with Jen tomorrow would be just as successful.
Morgan then proceeded to open the door and walked home, memories of bad hands long behind him.
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He waited for the server to come back and take his money. He quickly thanked her and made his way over to the door.
Morgan conceded that the night had been a surprisingly good one, all things considered. It was odd but it felt good to talk to random people, it was certainly a nice change from school. Still, he wasn't about to instigate conversation with anyone. He had a feeling he wasn't quite ready for that.
Hopefully the shopping trip with Jen tomorrow would be just as successful.
Morgan then proceeded to open the door and walked home, memories of bad hands long behind him.
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"Take that shit off."
Dustin's hands stopped moving. He shifted his eyes up from Rosa's breasts and to her eyes, cold and serious as they were.
"What?" he replied, slightly perturbed.
"I'm clean, and I'm on the fucking pill too, so ah- you don't need it. Bareback or no fucking ride, got it? You can even put it up my fucking ass if it bothers you that fucking much, but you'd better have something to ease it in."
Dustin lifted himself up off Rosa and slid back. He stared at her, baffled, for a minute. Dustin never did it bareback - given the common characteristics of the girls he picked up, he was never going to willingly risk catching diseases from them or being their baby daddy. But Dustin hadn't been laid in a couple of weeks, and Rosa was mere centimetres away from him, ready and open.
"Goddamn it," he hissed, and he pulled the condom off his penis. "Fine," he said, angry at the girl he was about to have sex with, "but if you end up getting knocked up, I'm not gonna be held fucking responsible."
With that, an unsheathed Dustin slid back onto the top of Rosa and resumed feeling around for her panties. Eventually, his fingers connected with them, and he slid them down to her ankles. Not wanting to waste any more time than they already had with passive-aggressive 'foreplay', Dustin penetrated Rosa, and began thrusting. This was all routine for Dustin - fucking was his job, and he did it well, but his detached grunts and slightly rough thrusting removed any sense of the scene being erotic. But Dustin didn't care - sex was a right, one that he had fully embraced as a human being. And one that he took it upon himself to impart to women everywhere.
Dustin had had sex many times in the Supra. It was a battle-hardened pussy-wagon, and had seen all manner of screamers, criers and freaks. But only once had he hit his head on the roof of the Supra while fucking, and the embarrassment that had caused during the otherwise good lay had stuck with him forever. He had decided, on no uncertain terms, that it was never to happen again.
However, as Dustin started to speed up his assailing of Rosa, he threw his head up in order to flick some hair out of his eye.
Thud.
"Argh, fuck!"
Dustin's hands stopped moving. He shifted his eyes up from Rosa's breasts and to her eyes, cold and serious as they were.
"What?" he replied, slightly perturbed.
"I'm clean, and I'm on the fucking pill too, so ah- you don't need it. Bareback or no fucking ride, got it? You can even put it up my fucking ass if it bothers you that fucking much, but you'd better have something to ease it in."
Dustin lifted himself up off Rosa and slid back. He stared at her, baffled, for a minute. Dustin never did it bareback - given the common characteristics of the girls he picked up, he was never going to willingly risk catching diseases from them or being their baby daddy. But Dustin hadn't been laid in a couple of weeks, and Rosa was mere centimetres away from him, ready and open.
"Goddamn it," he hissed, and he pulled the condom off his penis. "Fine," he said, angry at the girl he was about to have sex with, "but if you end up getting knocked up, I'm not gonna be held fucking responsible."
With that, an unsheathed Dustin slid back onto the top of Rosa and resumed feeling around for her panties. Eventually, his fingers connected with them, and he slid them down to her ankles. Not wanting to waste any more time than they already had with passive-aggressive 'foreplay', Dustin penetrated Rosa, and began thrusting. This was all routine for Dustin - fucking was his job, and he did it well, but his detached grunts and slightly rough thrusting removed any sense of the scene being erotic. But Dustin didn't care - sex was a right, one that he had fully embraced as a human being. And one that he took it upon himself to impart to women everywhere.
Dustin had had sex many times in the Supra. It was a battle-hardened pussy-wagon, and had seen all manner of screamers, criers and freaks. But only once had he hit his head on the roof of the Supra while fucking, and the embarrassment that had caused during the otherwise good lay had stuck with him forever. He had decided, on no uncertain terms, that it was never to happen again.
However, as Dustin started to speed up his assailing of Rosa, he threw his head up in order to flick some hair out of his eye.
Thud.
"Argh, fuck!"
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Stacy saw the Supra bounce and giggled. However, she decided that it was best that she get out of there. Youporn was just as satisfying, and she could watch that in her bedroom. She slid into her car and fired it up. She 'accidentally' turned on her brights and flashed them into the rear window of the other car, leaving them on just a moment longer than it should have taken to switch them. As she pulled out she turned them down and started driving home, trying to remember how long it had been for her.
He was the only one...it's been since we broke up...
"Damn girl...if you don't score a prom date, you might have to wait til college before you get laid again."
She laughed a little and turned up the radio. She was ready to go home and crawl into her bed...maybe turn on a movie and pull a rabbit out of her sock drawer. Now that was a magic trick.
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He was the only one...it's been since we broke up...
"Damn girl...if you don't score a prom date, you might have to wait til college before you get laid again."
She laughed a little and turned up the radio. She was ready to go home and crawl into her bed...maybe turn on a movie and pull a rabbit out of her sock drawer. Now that was a magic trick.
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Dustin had looked pretty pissed off at Rosa's request (well, demand), but he'd complied nevertheless. The affirmation that Dustin wasn't going to be held responsible for any 'consequences' was more or less what Rosa expected, but to tell the truth, she wasn't really worried about becoming pregnant. She was on birth control, right?
It's not one hundred percent effective... ah but what the fuck, guy's going to think I'm nuts if I ask him to put it back on again.
Rosa, feeling Dustin starting to grope around again, slipped her fingers out of herself. Habitually, she reached up and sucked them clean. What could she say? She liked the taste. Rosa smiled as she felt her underwear sliding down her legs, but let out a small cry of alarm when Dustin simply went straight ahead, not so much because she was expecting him to strip her skirt off too (heck, her decision to wear it practically revolved around being easy-access), but more because she wasn't expecting him to start off so roughly. Maybe working to that point, but not straight away.
Still, after a few moments, Rosa was happy with the force Dustin was exerting, and the pace he was setting. This always was going to be a rough fuck, and it looked (and felt) as though Dustin was ready for it.
Then... he smacked his head. Rosa had to bite her lip to stop herself laughing. She flinched momentarily as light shone into the back of the car, but hey, she was lying on the seat, it was Dustin who'd be viisble, clutching his head no doubt.
"You okay?" Rosa asked, noting Dustin's thrusts had stopped. "Not gonna need a time out or something are you?"
It's not one hundred percent effective... ah but what the fuck, guy's going to think I'm nuts if I ask him to put it back on again.
Rosa, feeling Dustin starting to grope around again, slipped her fingers out of herself. Habitually, she reached up and sucked them clean. What could she say? She liked the taste. Rosa smiled as she felt her underwear sliding down her legs, but let out a small cry of alarm when Dustin simply went straight ahead, not so much because she was expecting him to strip her skirt off too (heck, her decision to wear it practically revolved around being easy-access), but more because she wasn't expecting him to start off so roughly. Maybe working to that point, but not straight away.
Still, after a few moments, Rosa was happy with the force Dustin was exerting, and the pace he was setting. This always was going to be a rough fuck, and it looked (and felt) as though Dustin was ready for it.
Then... he smacked his head. Rosa had to bite her lip to stop herself laughing. She flinched momentarily as light shone into the back of the car, but hey, she was lying on the seat, it was Dustin who'd be viisble, clutching his head no doubt.
"You okay?" Rosa asked, noting Dustin's thrusts had stopped. "Not gonna need a time out or something are you?"
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Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, oh Jesus, oh Jesus, fuck fuck fuck fuck, of all the FUCKING times, fuck, jesus that hurts fuck fuck
"You okay?"
Dustin could hear the barely-restrained glee in Rosa's voice. After all, he'd just banged his head on his car roof during sex - it wasn't exactly something that inspired a somber response.
"Not gonna need a time out or something are you?"
Dustin stopped clutching the top of his head and smiled at the girl. "Fuck off," he replied mischievously. "Worse things have happened."
WHAT?
Dustin momentarily cringed as he realised what he'd just said, but he shrugged it off and got back into position. Nodding to Rosa, he started again from where he left off, elevated over Rosa's body as he continued to assail her. His head was throbbing like a motherfucker, but he ignored it as best he possibly could as he felt the fornication reach a peak. His thrusts becoming faster and more vigorous, he groaned in both release and pain as his dinged skull competed for Dustin's attention with his member as he shot his load, so to speak. He slowed down his thrusting as though he were a rollercoaster gliding to a halt, eventually ceasing the fucking altogether. He rubbed the top of his skull and rolled over, as he usually did after sex.
Of course, he usually had sex in a bed, and he hadn't fucked in the Supra for at least a few months.
This thought crossed his mind as he fell into the gap between the back seats and the front seats, his arm banging hard against the covered ashtray.
"JESUS, THE FUCK?!"
"You okay?"
Dustin could hear the barely-restrained glee in Rosa's voice. After all, he'd just banged his head on his car roof during sex - it wasn't exactly something that inspired a somber response.
"Not gonna need a time out or something are you?"
Dustin stopped clutching the top of his head and smiled at the girl. "Fuck off," he replied mischievously. "Worse things have happened."
WHAT?
Dustin momentarily cringed as he realised what he'd just said, but he shrugged it off and got back into position. Nodding to Rosa, he started again from where he left off, elevated over Rosa's body as he continued to assail her. His head was throbbing like a motherfucker, but he ignored it as best he possibly could as he felt the fornication reach a peak. His thrusts becoming faster and more vigorous, he groaned in both release and pain as his dinged skull competed for Dustin's attention with his member as he shot his load, so to speak. He slowed down his thrusting as though he were a rollercoaster gliding to a halt, eventually ceasing the fucking altogether. He rubbed the top of his skull and rolled over, as he usually did after sex.
Of course, he usually had sex in a bed, and he hadn't fucked in the Supra for at least a few months.
This thought crossed his mind as he fell into the gap between the back seats and the front seats, his arm banging hard against the covered ashtray.
"JESUS, THE FUCK?!"
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Worse things? Christ, what kind of shit's happened to him in the bedroom?
However, any kind of speculation Rosa might have made on that peculiar remark was curbed rather abruptly as Dustin went back to business. Rosa let out a gasp, as, if anything, he was going at it even harder than before. Still, once again, initial discomfiture gave way to pleasure, and before too long, Rosa felt Dustin's pace quickening. As Dustin groaned and began firing off, Rosa gave out a cry of pleasure of her own, reaching her climax a matter of seconds after Dustin did.
Like nothing else, it felt... good.
Rosa lay there for a little while as Dustin came down from the high, still slowly sliding himself in and out of her, then once again had to restrain herself from laughing as Dustin managed to hurt himself a second time. This time, she wasn't quite so successful, and let out a small giggle. Okay, so maybe she was the one that suggested they fuck in the car, but hell if Rosa was going to take the blame for Dustin's own clumsiness.
"Y'know, I hope that these knocks aren't going to affect your stamina, Dustin," Rosa said casually. "I mean, I'm planning on keeping it on all night long. I'd hate to have go solo waiting for you..."
The suggestion was an obvious one: Rosa wanted to come home with Dustin, and she wanted things to continue. Rosa tugged at the skirt that she was still wearing (although its disarray meant it was covering nothing), and kicked it off down her legs, so that she was lying across Dustin's back seat completely naked now. Yet another 'incentive' to ensure that Dustin made the right - that was, her, decision. Yeah, it had been a good rough fuck, but it'd barely lasted a few minutes. Rosa wanted to keep on going, and she'd be pretty damn frustrated if the night's action ended with this.
Once more, Rosa was pretty damn sure what Dustin would decide.
However, any kind of speculation Rosa might have made on that peculiar remark was curbed rather abruptly as Dustin went back to business. Rosa let out a gasp, as, if anything, he was going at it even harder than before. Still, once again, initial discomfiture gave way to pleasure, and before too long, Rosa felt Dustin's pace quickening. As Dustin groaned and began firing off, Rosa gave out a cry of pleasure of her own, reaching her climax a matter of seconds after Dustin did.
Like nothing else, it felt... good.
Rosa lay there for a little while as Dustin came down from the high, still slowly sliding himself in and out of her, then once again had to restrain herself from laughing as Dustin managed to hurt himself a second time. This time, she wasn't quite so successful, and let out a small giggle. Okay, so maybe she was the one that suggested they fuck in the car, but hell if Rosa was going to take the blame for Dustin's own clumsiness.
"Y'know, I hope that these knocks aren't going to affect your stamina, Dustin," Rosa said casually. "I mean, I'm planning on keeping it on all night long. I'd hate to have go solo waiting for you..."
The suggestion was an obvious one: Rosa wanted to come home with Dustin, and she wanted things to continue. Rosa tugged at the skirt that she was still wearing (although its disarray meant it was covering nothing), and kicked it off down her legs, so that she was lying across Dustin's back seat completely naked now. Yet another 'incentive' to ensure that Dustin made the right - that was, her, decision. Yeah, it had been a good rough fuck, but it'd barely lasted a few minutes. Rosa wanted to keep on going, and she'd be pretty damn frustrated if the night's action ended with this.
Once more, Rosa was pretty damn sure what Dustin would decide.
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Dustin sat up, his right arm stinging from the collision with his ashtray. Rosa let out a little snicker, and while Dustin had to admit that what had just happened was probably funny to some, it was a bit embarrassing for him.
And shit, that hurt.
He looked over at Rosa, who began talking, her voice illustrating just how hard it was for her to not burst out laughing.
"Y'know, I hope that these knocks aren't going to affect your stamina, Dustin. I mean, I'm planning on keeping it on all night long. I'd hate to have go solo waiting for you..."
Dustin pushed himself up and perched himself precariously on the ashtray. "Don't be ridiculous," he said, appreciatively gazing at the newly-naked form in front of him. "No lady goes solo when I'm on call. Especially not one as striking as yourself."
He climbed over on top of her again, and began to kiss firmly on her neck. His lips navigated their way around her shoulders and chest, moving towards her breasts. He could feel her tense as he did so, and he grinned, the pain of his arm forgotten in the moment. He continued on down Rosa's body, over her breasts and down towards the more intimate areas of her body. As the intended destination loomed ever closer, Dustin started putting more into it, kissing her faster and firmer and moving quicker down the body, until he was mere millimetres away from her waist and...
He stopped.
He pushed himself up and looked Rosa in the eyes.
"But this train doesn't leave the station until we find a better place to...conduct our affairs. Yours or mine?"
And shit, that hurt.
He looked over at Rosa, who began talking, her voice illustrating just how hard it was for her to not burst out laughing.
"Y'know, I hope that these knocks aren't going to affect your stamina, Dustin. I mean, I'm planning on keeping it on all night long. I'd hate to have go solo waiting for you..."
Dustin pushed himself up and perched himself precariously on the ashtray. "Don't be ridiculous," he said, appreciatively gazing at the newly-naked form in front of him. "No lady goes solo when I'm on call. Especially not one as striking as yourself."
He climbed over on top of her again, and began to kiss firmly on her neck. His lips navigated their way around her shoulders and chest, moving towards her breasts. He could feel her tense as he did so, and he grinned, the pain of his arm forgotten in the moment. He continued on down Rosa's body, over her breasts and down towards the more intimate areas of her body. As the intended destination loomed ever closer, Dustin started putting more into it, kissing her faster and firmer and moving quicker down the body, until he was mere millimetres away from her waist and...
He stopped.
He pushed himself up and looked Rosa in the eyes.
"But this train doesn't leave the station until we find a better place to...conduct our affairs. Yours or mine?"
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