It took Rissa about six months to move on from using her own hands to making use of someone else's. Not mine. Joey's.

Joey was a quiet guy, studious. Something of a geek. Clarissa figured he was the perfect choice. He didn't have bad habits to unlearn, he wasn't likely to get so aggressive she couldn't stop him, and he was kind of cute in a nondescript fashion.

She told me all about the plan beforehand, and I was as excited as she was, though I'd never have had the nerve myself. Rissa whispered the details to me late one night, while we were doing what we usually did. I came fast and hard, and I wasn't the only one.

It doesn't really matter how the plan was conceived. What's important is what actually happened on the day.

Rissa got me to help her engineer a conversation with Joey. In the end, he'd had to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to take the hint. He managed to comprehend, just, and suddenly he and Clarissa were going on a date. To the movies. Saturday.

The pick-up was funny. Rissa's mother let them go without even asking any questions. Joey looked so harmless that she never considered there was any threat to her daughter's innocence. She should have interrogated Rissa.

The two of them went to the movie in his car. The movie was fine. The burger afterwards was nice. The suggestion by Rissa to park the car under the trees near the pond was unexpected, but Joey took that in his stride. Sitting in the dark, with the radio quietly playing in the background, Rissa kissed Joey. He realised belatedly what was going on, and kissed back. Rissa was surprised to find that he wasn't too bad.

The kissing progressed until Joey's instincts kicked in, and he slid his hands down Rissa's back. She didn't resist him, as he thought she would. Instead, she pressed her chest against his as best she could in the cramped front of the car. Rissa then did her best to give him better access, and that startled him. The instincts kicked back in though, and he removed one hand from behind her back and found a way in the awkward seat to take hold of one of her breasts. Game on.

Hands roamed to and fro then, Joey taking full advantage of the presumably first opportunity he'd had to actually touch a woman. Rissa was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and when Joey's hand found its way up the back of the shirt to her bra strap she shorted out a possible hitch by undoing it herself. It didn't take Joey long to realise that meant he could fondle her breasts directly, and his other hand pulled up the front of her shirt enough that he could insert his hand, slide past the dislodged bra and take hold of her breast. His other hand soon joined in, and he was caressing her smooth skin, and groaning.

Not wanting to lose momentum, Rissa reached over and slid her hand up Joey's leg, rubbing his jeans hard, and finding her way to his obviously rather uncomfortable hard-on. He jumped when she touched his leg. He jumped again when she rubbed her hand over his concealed cock. He jumped a third time when she gently took his hand from her breast and pulled it out the bottom of her shirt.

Rissa swears to me that he stopped breathing when she spread her knees, placed his hand between her legs and slid it up. He sat there for a while, his fingers on her mound, hers on his bulge, and then started to caress her. He wasn't at all expert about it, but that hardly mattered at this point. Rissa knew that she should play hard to get about now, but she wasn't remotely capable of it.

She took her hand from his cock for a moment, unbuttoned her jeans, lifted her hips from the seat briefly, and slid the jeans down to her knees. Joey knew exactly what she was doing, but seemed unable to take the next step, so she lifted herself again, braced herself against the car seat, hooked her fingers in the waistband of her sexiest panties, and slid them down, past his shaking hand, to meet her trousers. She pushed both garments a little further towards her ankles, spread her knees, and invited Joey, without saying a word, to help himself.

Rissa expected Joey to touch her then. She needed to be touched, and she desperately wanted it to be someone other than herself, so she was a little perturbed when he took his hands away. She couldn't see too well, but realised that he was following her moves, and had pulled his jeans off his bulging cock. She couldn't complain about that. He wouldn't have been too comfortable, and anyway she wanted to feel it, and he was helping with that.

Once he sat back down, one of his hands found its way back between her legs, slid up between them, and fumbled around, obviously having no idea what to do. She took his hand in hers, opened his fingers, and basically showed him what to do. He wasn't clumsy or stupid, and he picked it up quickly enough. Soon he was rubbing her almost the way she wanted. Inevitably, there was the problem that no one knows what you want quite the way you do, but what he was doing felt very nice, just the same.

Rissa reached over then, wanting to take Joey's cock in her hand, but found that it already had a fist clasped around it. She gently removed his fingers, whispering to him that she'd like to do that for him. She stopped touching him for a moment then, and pulled her shirt off over her head. She suggested to him that perhaps his spare hand might like to help in the area, and he latched back on to her breast.

Clarissa was feeling good now. Joey was stroking her a little shakily but in the right area. His fingertips felt great on her nipples, and her hand had just found its way back to clasp his hard cock. She started to stroke it gently, surprised at how it could be both hard and soft at the same time. She was being careful not to hurt him when Joey gasped at her to stroke it harder. She complied, and he didn't speak any more.

She was close. His hesitant fingers weren't as helpful as her own, but he was getting there. He was close too. She could tell from the dribbling at the top of his cock, the clutching of his hand at her breast, and the shortness of his breath.

Clarissa had done her homework. She had a fair idea what might happen here, and she wasn't too concerned. Her hand kept stroking his cock, as he kept caressing her. In the end, there wasn't a whole lot in it, but he assuredly came first. She could feel the difference in the shaft in her fingers. His cock jerked, tensed, and suddenly pulsed as semen rocketed out of the end of it. Rissa had no idea where his cock was pointing, or how much she should expect to come out of it. In the end, most of it sprayed on his shirt, or dribbled down over her hand and back onto his exposed genitals. She kept pumping him until he groaned to her to stop, and then she removed her hand, wiping it carelessly on his already stained shirt.

Joey had stopped stroking her the moment he came, and he suddenly realised he was supposed to be doing something. When he started moving again though, Rissa gently moved his hand a little, so she could get access as well, smiled at him in the dim light, and took over herself. Her experienced fingertips made quick work of the job, and a few strokes later her back tensed, her legs clamped hard around her fingers and Joey's hand that was still between her legs. She let out a slow deep groan, and her entire body shuddered with the release of it. She realised that as much as she liked him doing it for her, she liked even more for him to watch. It was a defining moment.

Joey was speechless for a while, just sat there and stared at her, his hand damp and sticky with her lubrication, his shirt sprayed with his own come, his pants around his feet.

Rissa leaned over close to him, kissed him quickly on the mouth, and then calmly reached down and pulled up her panties and jeans. By the time she fastened them, Joey seemed to have recovered enough to follow her example. In the end, he couldn't do much about his shirt, so he fastened his trousers and just sat there. Rissa quickly replaced her bra, and pulled her shirt back over her head.

Rissa said she had to have a chat with him then. He needed to know some stuff. That they weren't a thing. That this never happened, and that she'd call him a liar if he said otherwise. That the possibility of doing it again existed, but only if he kept his mouth shut. That she liked his cock, and would like to have a proper look at it in the daylight.

She thanked him for the movie, for the burger, and for stroking her just where she wanted him to. She kissed him, as well. By the time she finished, he was hard again, and the tip of his cock was poking out the top of his pants.

Rissa told him he was on his own this time, encouraged him to take care of it, got out of the car, and walked home. Not to her home. To mine. To tell me.

By the time she finished the story, we were both rubbing ourselves. Unlike the two of them, Rissa and I managed to come at the same time. Rissa was curious about that, I blushed when I confessed to having already orgasmed a short time before, probably while she and Joey were fumbling in the car.