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1950s Drive-In
By Nicole Wilder
You remember the drive-ins, don't you? The big screen that
glowed in
the night sky? Those were the days. My family was almost a carbon
copy of
the families in some of those fifties movies like Happy Days or Leave
It to
Beaver. I even remember wearing my hair tied back, a poodle skirt,
saddle
shoes, and bobby socks. Ugghhh. What was I thinking? But I admit
that I
was rather cute in them and did get dates to the drive-in with some of
the
hottest men.
School was pretty hard for me sometimes. I thought I'd never
graduate.
As it was, I was well over 19 when I did. I made sure I had some of
the best
times of my life when I turned legal age.
Believe it or not, I even saved my virginity until then. I lost
it at
the drive-in with a guy named Billy. He was the school's biggest jock
and
number one football player. He was blonde, big, brawny, and not
always too
bright, but his intelligence was not what I was after. I wanted his
body
and the reputation of getting laid the first time by the number one
jock of
the school. Once I had that, I could get any date I wanted.
It was Friday night when Billy picked me up from home. I was
dressed
just like I came out of a fifties catalogue.
"Nice night for the drive-in," Billy said on the way there. He
reached
over and put his hand on my leg, and ran it up my thigh, under my
skirt. I
looked over and smiled at him. He was so hot. I felt lucky to have
him. I
had it planned all week that this would be the night I would lose my
virginity and with this guy.
"Park in the back," I said, grinning.
"I like the way you think," he said. "You want me, too, don't
you?"
"Maybe," I teased.
Billy did find a place in the back and would you believe, no one
was
next to us.
I truly can't tell you what the movie was about. I don't think I
watched two minutes of it. All I could watch was Billy.
"I admit it. I want you, Billy. Be my first," I begged.
Without a word, he was all over me, and I wasn't complaining. By
the
expert way he kissed and ran his tongue over me, I knew I wasn't his
first.
I was a little afraid of having him inside me for the first time, but
I was
horny enough not to let it stop me.
He seemed like all hands right there in the car. They were under
my
sweater and between my legs almost at the same time. "Yes, Billy,
yes," I
said.
"Horny little thing, aren't you?" He pushed the sweater over my
head and
put his mouth to my nipple. At the same time, he squeezed the aching
mound
under my skirt. I moved my hips so I was riding his hand that was
under my
panties. "You don't need these," he said, and ripped them from my
body.
His finger made their way between the lips and inside to the wetness.
I
could hear how wet I was. He rubbed my clitoris several times before
dipping
fingers deep into me. The gasping was purely from a pleasure
standpoint.
"I bet you are a virgin, aren't you?" He asked as he pushed deep
in me
then back out.
"Yes," I said, breathlessly. "I need you." I knew I was close to
orgasm. I'd played with myself enough times to know. I was glad I
got
myself off with my large dildo several times a week. I was hoping it
would
make it not hurt so much.
Just then a car pulled in next to us. It was Ginny and Betsy, the
two
nosiest people on the planet. I knew they would spread the word about
Billy
and I. Well, I would really give them something to talk about.
I put his hands over my breasts and started kissing him, then
moved my
head down into his lap and unzipped his pants, pulling a really hard
organ
out. He didn't mind being watched either. I shoved him into my mouth,
knowing Betsy and Ginny could see my head bob up and down. He played
with
my very wet pussy at the same time. I was able to suck until I was
moaning
in orgasm, then I covered his erection with a condom and sat on his
lap,
facing and straddling him. Moving my hips made his hard rod tease my
clit.
"I need in you," he said. I could see our audience glued to us. I
reached down between my legs and let him into me. At first it hurt
more
than I thought it would. "Keep going," Billy said. "You're so
tight."
I rode him slowly up and down. A little more of him entered me
each
time until he was all the way in. His fingers pinched my nipples
hard. I
cried out both in pain and pleasure.
"I'm cumming," he cried. I shook all over with him, glad I let
myself
enjoy this moment, even if I was being watched. That just made it
better.
"You sweet little virgin slut," he said. The girls in the other
car
gasped.
I looked over at them and smiled. "Now you really have something
to
talk about."
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