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SONDRA
Chapter 2
By Apollon
Our hero finally gets lucky at the drive-in. Bg
Friday was a clear and warm spring day. Evenings could still be a little cool, but not enough to interfere with our plans for going to the drive in. Bill picked me up about an hour before dark and then we stopped first at Mary’s house then Sondra’s. She was waiting at the door when I walked up and met me on the porch. With a backward call to her mom that we were leaving and a response from her mom to not be too late, we hopped down the stairs and into the back seat of Bill’s car.
I had always wondered why Bill wanted to drive a big 4 door sedan, but as we settled in the spacious back seat I was glad he did. I noticed that both girls were wearing pleated skirts and bobby sox, and shirt-like blouses that buttoned in front and wondered if they had conferred on outfits.
The drive-in had kind of a weird shape to the parking area and Bill selected a place about two thirds of the way back and on one side. It wasn’t the best for viewing but it was on the end of a row and there were no rows behind us. It was like being on the back row, which was the most popular place to be, but closer in. It was obvious he had selected it for privacy.
“How’s this?” Bill queried, looking back at us and wiggling his eyebrows. “This is the best make-out spot.” He matched his evil little grin with and equally evil little laugh. Mary blushed a little, and punched him on the shoulder.
“It looks good,” Sondra offered, and bumped against me with her shoulder.
I raised my arm and draped it around her shoulder, pulling her to me slightly. “Shall we try it out then?” and leaned toward her.
She pushed me back playfully. “We have to wait ‘til it’s dark, silly.” There was some playful giggling in the front seat and then the girls decided they wanted some popcorn. So we all trooped to the snack bar for popcorn and cokes. The girls went to the restroom while Bill and I waited in line.
“Sondra’s cool,” Bill volunteered. “This is gonna’ be fun tonight, unless Mary gets nervous about someone in the back seat.” I assured him that I hoped we would be too busy to notice anything. In reality the most I hoped for was a chance at seriously making out and perhaps another chance at getting under Sondra’s bra.
On the way back to the car I asked Sondra if her mom knew she was going to a drive in. She replied that her mom probably guessed it but didn’t ask. Then she added, “I don’t think she minded since we’re doubling and I’m with you.”
I must have made a good impression on her mom, if she considered me harmless. But certainly she understood teenage male hormones. Maybe she was just confident that Sondra would be in control even if I wasn’t. And of course she couldn’t know what I knew about the other couple we were with. I wasn’t even sure Sondra knew how far they had gone and I didn’t know how far they might go tonight.
We had consumed most of the popcorn and cokes by the time it was dark enough for the movie to start. Bill pushed the seat back a little but there was still plenty of room in the back seat. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned at me a little then he and Mary sort of slid down in the seat. I took the cue and secured my coke in the little plastic holder at the base of the window and put my arm around Sondra again. She cuddled up against me then reached for her purse and put her glasses on.
I must have frowned at her a little when she said, “I need these to see the movie.” We watched a while and I wondered if that was all we were going to do and tried kissing her lightly on the cheek and then on the neck. It was obvious that Bill and Mary were making out and they had slipped below the back of the seat.
After a few minutes of my giving her pestering little kisses on her neck and ear, Sondra simply turned toward me, put her hand behind my head and kissed me very hard on the lips. Then she backed off and did it again only this time softly. When I felt her lips part I let mine open and felt her tongue probing past my teeth.
Then she pulled back and giggled, “You taste like popcorn.”
“So do you,” I retorted, and made a tickling grab at her rib cage. We grabbed at each other for a few minutes and my hand found its way to Sondra’s breast. We paused our wrestling around but I left my hand where it was.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked playfully. Before I had a chance to respond she pulled her glasses off and locked her lips with mine again. At this point the movie was mostly forgotten.
As she slid around in front of me we slumped sideways in the seat. Both of my arms went around her back and pulled her against me pressing her firm tits into my chest. She let one of her legs slide over one of mine sort of straddling me and pushed her pelvis against my hip. The top of her thigh was working slowly upward until it was against my raging hard on. She had to feel it and know what it was. Rather than shy away as I expected her to do, it felt like she was pressing against it. In all the months of going with Lonnie, and even when we would make out, she seldom let me get this close, let alone press against me.
We stayed in that position for several minutes, kissing while I let my hands rub her back. When I felt smooth flesh at the back of her waist where her shirt had pulled out, I pushed under the garment and continued rubbing her bare back. As I crossed her bra strap I considered trying to unhook it, but chickened out and tried to move my hands around in front to access her tits.
A couple of girls I had paired with at Jr. High make-out parties had let me feel under their padded bras. But others wouldn’t even go that far. When Sondra felt what I was trying to do she pulled up and leaned back against the seat giving me better access. I moved around in front of her and pulled her blouse out of the front of her skirt and slowly pushed both hands under it. She watched my face as I continued up over the top of each thin cotton cup, then back down and up again only this time pushing under the bottom edge forcing the bra over her tits and allowing me to grasp a firm orb of flesh in each hand.
I cupped her firmness in the palm of each hand and held them there. Then I rubbed gently over the nipples and tweaked them between my thumb and fingers. Up to this point all of my hands on experience with breasts were all adolescent promises. These were the real thing. They were firm yet soft perfectly shaped cones with out a hint of sagging.
Sondra watched me with an amused expression. I pulled one hand out and reached up to undo the top button of her blouse. When I received no objection, I continued until all the buttons were undone. It was as if she understood what I wanted to do next, because when I started to lower my head she glanced toward the front seat and around the car then slid down in seat pulling her blouse open and pushing her breasts upward. As my tongue touched the first nipple she drew a long breath and then almost gasped as I sucked the morsel into my mouth.
One of my first experiences with tits at a make out party in eighth grade had introduced me to padded bras enhancing small growing breasts. My eyes and mouth confirmed that her tits were not large, but they were firm, they were real and perfectly formed. And for the next few minutes I feasted, sucking, licking and fondling, finally succeeding in getting Sondra’s bra undone and pushing the thing up to her neck.
All the while I wondered what else she would let me do. While leaning over administering to a breast I let my hand wander down to the hem of her skirt. The flesh of her leg was electric and I gently massaged her thigh, first on the back in short little strokes, then sliding stealthily up to a firm panty covered cheek. When I went back down I let my fingers brush behind her knee then slowly slip around in front and start up the inside of her thigh.
To my surprise, this quiet, studious girl from my English class not only didn’t protest, but actually opened her legs slightly. I hesitated wondering if it was really an invitation when Sondra slid down a little more. My hesitation was over and let my fingers slip farther up the smoothness of her inner thigh. I crossed over to the other leg and rubbed gently back and forth. Feeling her pelvis move again was all I needed to cup my hand over her panty covered mound.
I could feel the curve of her lower lips and the separation between them. I rubbed upward and could feel the coarseness of pubes beneath the fabric and let my finger push downward hoping to locate that “hot button” that Bill had so aptly coached about. Then I felt Sondra’s hand on my Levis searching and then locating my rock hard dick where it had slipped out of my Jockeys and was pressed against my pants leg.
Mercifully the first feature was drawing to a close and the lights would be coming up for intermission. I might easily have gone off in my pants without the respite. Sondra rose up to refasten her bra and right herself and we noticed Mary raising up in front seat with her shirt in similar condition. There was shuffling in the front seat and the sound of a zipper and then Bill rose up as well. The girls gave each other a knowing glance and announced that they wanted to go to the restroom during intermission.
We all trooped down to brick building in the center and Bill and I hit the restroom as well. Bill was wearing his evil little grin and when we were alone at the urinals I commented how the heat in the front seat was fogging the windshield. He chuckled and quietly said, “I got her to blow me a little.”
That was something guys only dreamed about but didn’t ever happen, did it? I immediately wanted details but there were too may people for that conversation, so we zipped up and headed for the snack bar. While we were in line I couldn’t help but notice other kids our age with an obvious rumpled look and flushed faces.
The girls came out and asked for the car keys so they could go back. A few minutes later we followed with drinks. It was considerably cooler now and as we got back Bill got the keys and pulled a couple of blankets from his trunk. The girls approved and they each spread one. Sondra pulled one around the two of us when I crawled in. I wasn’t particularly cool, but I recognized the possibilities.
We sipped our drinks until the lights came down and the second feature started. After parking our drinks in the little hanging holders Bill had provided we snuggled down in the seat under the blanket. I pulled Sondra to me and put my arms around her.
“Let’s see,” she mused, “Where were we?” “Well I think we were like this,” I answered, and locked my lips with hers. Like so many of the girls we saw at the snack bar, Sondra had left her shirt tail out. So I slipped my hand under to resume where I had left off. But this time when I slid it upward I felt only the flesh of her magnificent tits unfettered by a bra.
“Hmm,” I commented against her lips. “I thought it would be easier,” she whispered, when we broke for air. Just then we heard a hushed comment from the front seat. “Something’s missing.” Then we heard a hushed, “Shhh.”
“We both did,” Sondra added. Intending to take full advantage I looked around the drive-in. Most of the family types had left after the first feature, and we were pretty much alone where we were parked. The closest car to ours had fogged the windows early and they stayed that way. Bill had done well. With the blanket sort of around my shoulders I quickly undid the buttons on Sondra’s shirt again and pushed it back on her shoulders giving me my first really good look at her tits.
“You like?” she whispered. “Umm,” was all I could say as, once again I massaged each nipple with my tongue and lips. I kept this up for several minutes alternating between the right and left and eventually working up to Sondra’s collar bone. All the while she encouraged me with her hands on my head.
When my head reached hers I whispered, “This is much nicer with that thing out of the way.” She kissed me hard again and then in my ear whispered, “There might be something else out of the way, too.” I could hardly believe it but I intended to find out what she meant.
“I better investigate,” I answered, and leaned her back in the seat. With the blanket still wrapped around us, I reached down and located the hem of Sondra’s skirt. Without hesitating this time I simply pushed the garment up to bunch at her waist. Then dropping my hand to the front of her thighs I brushed upward to where they met. There was no fabric, only warmth, moisture and pubes.
When I pushed boldly down with my fingers, from the little triangle of hair, Sondra’s legs instantly parted, and her mound pushed up. I had only felt a few girls’ pussies and most while inside the confines of their underwear. But I had a pretty good idea of the mechanics and slid my middle finger down into the crevice between her labia.
As I searched up and down for the proper hole I crossed a very distinctive bump at the top. In the midst of our tongue battle I felt Sondra wince and exhale sharply when I first touched it. So while still searching for the magic opening I kept going back and rubbing it with my moistened fingers. It was having the desired effect and as her legs got wider and her hips flexed, I sent my finger lower, found the target and slipped it easily in past the first knuckle. Sondra let out a little groan and flexed her hips again sinking my finger in deeper.
My dick was about to explode in my pants and as I began, what I assumed to be, a fucking motion with my fingers, Sondra matched my motion. I rubbed more aggressively both inside her and on top. My fingers and her body got more animated until I felt a little shudder and Sondra groaned around my tongue and grabbed at my hard dick giving it a squeeze. I had never contemplated the female orgasm, but I guessed she had just had one.
When her breathing started to slow Sondra released the raging boner in my pants and then proceeded clumsily to unbutton me. I was glad I was wearing 501’s, the one with the button front, and no belt. With some help from me we got them open and, along with my jockeys, pushed down to mid thigh. That was enough for her to wrap her fingers around my turgid dick and begin stroking, while I returned to administer to her treasure.
She pushed my shirt up, and we were now writhing on the seat with the blanket over us, our bare chests pressed together, with our lips locked and our hands between us in the throws of mutual masturbation. When I felt my pressure begin to rise to the boiling point, I cautioned her, “You need to slow down or something’s going to happen.”
“Not this way,” she breathed, and pushed a leg over the top of mine and rolled toward me. Pushing my hands away she grabbed my dick and began rubbing where my fingers had been. Moisture covered the tip and then, squirming up a little, she aimed my dick at her slit. I felt the head touch the opening and she pulled me in a little. I followed the cue and pushed up as she settled down and my turgid dick felt warm, wet, wonderful pussy for the first time. The head had slipped in easily with more wiggling and flexing a little more went in, and with one or two “in and out” strokes slid clear in to the hilt.
When our pubic bones and hair touched I held still. I was surprised how easily I had gone in, after hearing some of the “first time” horror stories. But now, her love tunnel was gripping me like a vise. Our lips were at each others’ ears and said something about how wonderful she felt and, all of a sudden, we were rutting like rabbits. I wanted it to go on forever but in less than a minute, and probably not more than a dozen strokes, I exploded. Within seconds I felt Sondra gasp and spasm around my dick. It was a pulsating feeling, gripping and releasing. I felt like a bucket of come was pouring out of my dick. Gradually the spasms abated and we slowed down.
We sagged together feeling our hearts pounding, and with a fine layer of perspiration between us. I kissed her lips gently and repeatedly but neither of us made a move to separate. Then I turned against her ear and whispered, “Sorry it happened so fast.”
She pressed her lips to my ear and said, “That’s OK. I didn’t want to slow down either.” I pulled my head back and then commenced to cover her face with gentle kisses, starting with her nose, and progressing to her eyelids and then back to her lips. It was then that I realized that, not only were we still connected, but that I was either still or once again, hard. I tested the waters by pulling and pushing my unit just a little. Sondra responded with a slight motion of her own and then whispered, “This time we won’t have to hurry.”
So I rolled around more squarely on top of her, situated the blanket over the top of us, and began slowly and deliberately stroking in and out getting the full benefit to my adolescent cock. Before, it was an animalistic, lust-driven fuck. This time we were slowly making love. We were looking in each other’s eyes and savoring every stroke. The noises and movement from the front seat indicated someone else was enjoying themselves.
Somewhere in this time frame it occurred to me that this wasn’t the first time Sondra had done this. I had heard all the locker room talk about “busting cherries” and the problems of first time penetration. Though the sensation was satisfyingly snug I felt no barrier and had slipped easily into Sondra’s amazing orifice. Someone else had been where I was now, but I didn’t care who or when. I was just enjoying the moment.
As we heard the activity in the front seat come to completion, I began to pick up the tempo. We had given little attention to the movie but I was beginning to wonder if it was about over. Sondra responded in kind, we sped up together and I felt my loins begin to boil. Her hands were on my naked butt cheeks pulling me in. I joined my lips to hers and let my tongue match the strokes with my dick. Then, in powerful gushes, my balls erupted sending streams of my love fluid into Sondra’s willing body.
I’m not sure if Sondra got off the second time but I think we both felt satisfied. We began pulling apart and I realized it might be messy.
“I need the napkins,” she whispered. We had brought a handful with the popcorn. I rummaged around but couldn’t reach any but came up with the handkerchief from my hip pocket and handed it to her. She held it under my dick as we pulled apart and trapped the ooze. In five or six minutes of fumbling under the blanket we managed to get dressed and sat up while a similar project was completed in the front seat. We didn’t wait for the credits or much passed the end before pulling out.
It was fairly quiet on the way to drop the girls off. I walked Sondra to the door, we stepped into the shadows on her porch and I kissed her. Having had a chance to think about what had happened I said, “I’m sorry I didn’t bring anything tonight. Will it be OK?” She knew, of course, that I had an afterthought about pregnancy.”
“It’s OK,” she reassured. “The time’s alright and I can take care of it.”
I felt reassured and then she added, “And it was wonderful tonight. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
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