Paradise at the Drive-in Movie

Literotic asexstories – Paradise at the Drive-in Movie by lct123,lct123
This is a story from long ago and far away

“Hey, Rob, do you want a date tonight?” The speaker was Darrell, a friend of mine. He lived down the hall from me in the college dormitory.

“Maybe. What do you have in mind?”

“My girl friend’s older sister is visiting her for the weekend. I want to go out with my girl tonight, so I need to find something for the sister to do. I don’t want her tagging along. If you know what I mean….” He winked at me.

“Older sister? How old?”

“I met her briefly. She’s maybe twenty one or two. Friendly, not bad looking. She’s a five. No, a six. Definitely a six. She has big tits.”

Five on the standard 10-point rating system for women was average, so six was in what we called the “fuckable” range. I liked the idea of going out with an older woman, perhaps with more experience than I had — which wasn’t much.

“I don’t have any money to take her out,” I admitted.

Darrell reached into his back pocket, pulled out his billfold, took a five dollar bill out and handed it to me. “This is a loan. If she’s a dog, you don’t have to pay me back. If lightening strikes and you get laid, you pay me back double. Deal?” Five dollars was quite a bit of money in those days, roughly the amount I spent on entertainment in a week.

“There’s not much chance you’ll get ten back,” I said. That I didn’t have a date on Saturday night wasn’t unusual because I didn’t have a girlfriend and rarely had a date. I had grown up in a male environment and I was awkward and shy around women. Yet at age 19, I had matured into a tall, slender, handsome boy — but my romantic life had been only a few casual encounters with some passionate kissing, and sucking on a couple of tits.

“Her name is Alice,” he said.

***

Alice proved to be smiling and talkative which relieved me of my discomfort when I picked her up at her sister’s dormitory. I liked her immediately. She was of medium height with light-brown hair tied into a pony-tail, and wore a knee-length skirt and a virginal, white buttoned-up blouse. As promised, she had big tits which strained to be released from the fabric of the blouse. She was a woman, not a girl, clearly older than me. A seven, I thought, five for looks, with another point for tits and still another for poise and demeanor.

As we drove away in my battered 1956 Oldsmobile, I asked, “What would you like to do? We can go to the movie theater or the drive-in.”

“The drive-in,” she responded. She didn’t ask what the movie was. That was promising. For the young readers who may not know about “drive-ins” they were an outdoor movie theater. You parked your automobile in a large unpaved parking lot facing the movie screen and next to a pole with a speaker hung on it. You hung the speaker on the window of your car, adjusted the volume, and watched the movie while seated in your car. Drive-ins were notorious for romance. Not many people paid attention to the movie. It was said that the most important place for the conception of out-of-wedlock children was drive-ins. Admission was a dollar per car plus fifty cents per person.

After parking my car, I walked to the concession stand and bought two cokes and a bag of popcorn while Alice waited. When I got in she snuggled close to me. Automobiles in those days didn’t have a console separating passengers in the front seat and they were larger than 21st century autos. The Oldsmobile was a very large car, known as a “pussy wagon.” Mine, however, was too old to impress the lovely pussies about whom I fantasized — and masturbated.

We sat side by side, our hips touching, while we drank our cokes, ate our popcorn, and watched the movie through the windshield of the car. I tentatively put my arm around her and she snuggled closer, a large, soft tit resting against my arm. We talked amiably. She had dropped out of college to become a legal secretary in her home town. She hoped to return to school to become a lawyer, but she needed to make money to help support her family and her sister in college. I was impressed. My family was also near-poor, so, despite her apparent sophistication, her background was similar to mine. I was a sophomore in the University, a history major who hoped to get a job after graduation which would allow me to see the world. A life in Kansas was not my dream. I was comfortable talking to her. She seemed a thoughtful adult who I didn’t need to try to impress.

An hour into our conversation — while ignoring the movie — I tentatively kissed her on the forehead. She responded by kissing my neck and raised her face to mine. I kissed her, softly at first and then harder, and she turned and pressed into me and I felt both breasts against my chest — and the car horn honked loudly! She had touched the button for the horn in the center of the steering wheel. She jumped away from me, laughing. “I can’t believe I did that. That is so embarrassing.”

I laughed, attempting a weak joke. “Accidental horn honking is a characteristic of drive-ins,” I added an even weaker followup, “Not for me. Uhhh….the horn I mean. That’s because I haven’t done this often. Honked the horn, I mean.” Suave and intelligible I was not.

She scooted away from me. “Move over this way, out of the way of the steering wheel.” She pulled me her direction. She knew a lot more about the art of “making out” in an automobile than I did. I scooted over beside her and we locked lips in a passionate kiss. Her hand roamed over my back. She leaned back against the car door and extended her legs on the car seat. I settled between her legs and continued my assault on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, my hand running over her hair.

“Hold it just a second,” she said. I backed off as she loosed her hair from the pony tail and it cascaded downward onto her shoulders, just visible from the low light given off by a nearby light pole. “That will feel better to you.”

I ran my fingers through her hair as I resumed kissing her lips. “That’s nice,” I said. “I like your hair.”

“You are lovely,” she answered, running her fingers over my head, down my neck and back and all the way to the belt line of my blue-jeans. I was leaning hard against her to feel every inch of her body. Her hand slipped down to my buttocks and stayed there.

That was my invitation to move my right hand to the breast over her heart. I could feel her heart beating quickly beneath my touch. She didn’t protest my hand as I ran it over her bra, found the bulge of her nipple, then lowered my head and rubbed my lips over her blouse, sucking on her breasts beneath the cloth. I leaned back to look at her in the dim light. She was pressed up against the car door, hair in tangles over her face and shoulders, white blouse wrinkled and pulled out of her skirt, her legs stretched out on the car seat, parted, so I could crouch between them, her skirt pulled up near her hips “You’re beautiful,” I said. I believed it. She was an eight, not a seven. “Do you want to watch the movie?” Another rookie move, I thought, as soon as I said it. “Don’t ask, do” was the conventional wisdom of dating.

She laughed. “I don’t give a damn about the movie. You are very handsome, and I am enjoying being with you.” I wasn’t used to hearing girls say the word “damn.”

I looked around carefully to ensure that no one was looking in the car window. Then, I undid the buttons of her blouse and she helped me by arching her back. The blouse fell away from her body. She helped me pull it over her arms and off. She wasn’t shy. I pulled one bra strap down over her arm and inserted my fingers into the top of her bra and explored her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “The hook is in the back,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“The hook and eye to take off my bra. It’s on my back. Do you want me to do it for you?”

“This woman is most definitely experienced,” I thought. “Oh, no, I’ll do it,” I said. Once again, I was embarrassed at my incompetence. I put a hand around her back and began fumbling with the hook.

“It’s easier if you use both hands,” she said.

“Oh, yes, of course.” I was such an idiot. She was guiding me in my effort to seduce her. Men are supposed to be repulsed by a woman who is “too easy.” I wasn’t feeling that. She was just friendly and good-humored, smiling at my ineptitude.

I looked out the window of the car before attacking the hook on her bra. A car was parked next to us, but the people in it were not visible and probably were doing the same thing as Alice and I. Several people were walking among the parked cars, en route to the concession stand or the bathrooms, but none were close. Reassured, I renewed my assault on her bra latch and achieved success, the bra strap coming loose with a pop and slapping against my hand. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and I pulled the bra off over her hands and she was naked from the waist up, her breasts shining in the dim light, her protruding nipples a darker color, erect and inviting.

She put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her and I kissed her nipples and luxuriated in the cleavage between her breasts. I ran my hand up and down her legs, starting at her knee and working my way upward, over her legs, between her parted legs, and to her thighs, and I tentatively ran a hand over her crotch. That was the furthest I had ever gotten with a girl. Twice. Both time they had said no and brushed my hand away. Alice allowed my hand to stay.

Beneath the cloth of my blue jeans, my penis was at full extension and I could even feel moisture down there, presumably the same kind of wetness that oozed out just before I shot sperm skyward while masturbating — a near daily practice of mine.

I proceeded onward, running my hand under the cloth of her panties, feeling the hair covering her crotch, finding her slit, the little bump that must be her clitoris, and the entrance to her vagina. This was the first time in my life that I had felt a pussy. She wiggled when I inserted a finger into her. “Take off my panties,” she suggested.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I thought. I sat up and pulled her panties down to her knees, but there was a problem. I was between her legs. How to navigate the panties down over her feet? I backed away to the opposite door of the car, freeing her legs from me and pulled her panties off and tossed them into the back seat. I looked down at her. She was naked. Completely naked. I could see the patch of dark hair covering her pussy, the long brown hair that nearly covered her dark nipples and white breasts, her face turned up to look at me, waiting. “Oh, shit,” I said to myself. “I don’t have a rubber. I didn’t expect this. Does she want to fuck me? Will she fuck me without one?”

The answer came quickly. She reached up with a hand and undid the button holding my blue jeans on, unzipped the fly, and reached inside my underpants to find my penis. She extracted it from the cloth and pulled it free, stroked it, looked at it, and said, “I want you.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I pulled my jeans and my shorts down to my knees. Thank God, I was wearing boxer shorts rather than those tighty-whitieys my mother always bought me. Boxers seemed much more grown up. I leaned over her and she took my penis in her hand and guided it to her vagina and I lay on top of her — and I was suddenly inside her and we gasped in unison.

Suddenly, there was the banging of a fist on the car window. “Hey, kids, Get out of here! Now! The movie’s over and I’m closing the gates.” The face of an older man was at our window and shouting at us. I don’t know whether he could see our co-joined bodies or not, but I panicked. I pulled my penis out of her and sat up, attempting to jerk my jeans over my naked buttocks and groin. Alice didn’t move from her position laying naked on the car seat.

“We’ve got to go,” I said. I finished putting my jeans on and started the car. Alice sat up, but made no effort to put on any of her clothes. I drove out the gate of the empty drive-in theater and turned onto the nearest street. Alice moved close to my side and leaned against me.

“Do you want me to take you home?” I asked politely, looked apprehensively at the naked girl beside me in the glare of street lights.

“No!” she said emphatically. “I want to finish what we started. I want you to fuck me.” She kissed my cheek as her hand massaged my crotch.

In those days, “fuck” was a word known to all males over the age of about twelve — but never had I heard it from the mouth of a female. I was being seduced — and loving it!

“Do you know a place we can go?” she asked. She unzipped my blue jeans and thrust her hand inside, feeling my hardened penis.

I thought a moment. “The road leading to the country club will be empty. It’s close. We’ll go there.” She stroked my penis with her hand. “Not too much,” I said. “I want to be able to…uh….fuck you also.”

She moved her hand away from my penis and kissed me on the neck as I drove. “I am going to get laid!” was the phrase running through my mind. “Finally! This girl knows what she’s doing. This isn’t her first rodeo.”

I turned into the entrance road of the country club and parked on the dirt shoulder of the road beneath a tree. The moon had gone behind a cloud and it was too dark to see anything.

“Let’s get in the back seat,” she said. “There’s more room. And I won’t honk the horn,” she added with a laugh. I opened the car door. The dome light came on and I spent a moment looked at her naked body, then scooted out of the car. She followed me.

I kissed her, pressing her up against the car door, my penis in her crotch. “Let’s do it,” I said to her and we broke off contact and she opened the back door of the car and lay down on the seat, her legs splayed. “She’s an eight,” I thought. “And pathetic me, the loser around women, is going to fuck her.” I pulled my blue jeans and underpants off and put them in the front seat. I climbed into the back seat, crouched between her legs, closed the car door behind me, and darkness enveloped us. I felt for her crotch with my hand and inserted a finger inside her. My finger felt her wetness. I leaned forward, crouching, and guided my penis inside her. She raised her legs to accommodate me, putting them over my shoulders. I began to stroke, feeling her, the smoothness of her vagina walls, the head of my penis rubbing against something deep inside her, her public bone pressed hard against me.

“I want you! I want you!” She was almost shouting. “Fuck me hard!” I put my hands beneath her hips and raised her to me. The back seat was not wide enough for me to lay down completely so I crouched over her. I increased the tempo of my strokes and she responded, grinding into my penis so hard it almost hurt, raising her hips to take me deeper and deeper, our two bodies slapping together loudly.

“I’m ready,” I said. “I’m going to….uh….climax.”

“I’m almost there,” she said, breathlessly. “Keep it up as long as you can.”

I felt the rush of an orgasm, my cock twitching inside her, the heat of a rush of sperm. I resisted the urge to halt my stroking while I cummed and continued stroking as hard as I could. I could feel my penis softening when she cried out, “That’s it! Now! I’m cumming! Cumming! Oh, God damn! That’s good. That’s so good.” She raised her hips in ecstasy, paused a long moment, and then relaxed and dropped down to the seat. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. I needed that. Thank you!”

My first thought was, “I didn’t know women called a climax “cumming.” My second thought was, “Oh shit! I am no longer a virgin. I want to do that again.” My penis was now completely soft and it slipped out of her and I sat up, her legs still over my shoulders. She was beautiful. The moon had come out from behind a cloud and highlighted her body, her open lips, the rise and fall of her chest as she fought for breath, the reflection in the moonlight of her tits and large, rigid nipples. I felt moisture touching my knees. “That’s my cum dripping out of her. I must have cummed a quart,” I thought.

She was relaxing. Her breathing had returned to normal. She stretched her arms out and smiled at me. “That was wonderful,” she said, “but I seriously need to pee.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” I said. “Me too.” I sat up straight, opened the door of the car and the dome light illuminated us. I stepped out of the car and helped her to her feet, and shut the car door behind us.

She took a couple of steps and squatted on her heels. I had never seen a girl pee before. I took a couple of steps away and let loose with my own stream of urine, long and hard. Alice got to her feet and stood beside me, put her hand around my penis and aimed my urine in an arc over the ground. I was shocked.

“I like to do that,” she laughed. By the time I finished peeing I was hard again. She laughed again. “That’s a quick recovery. Give me a few minutes.”

I leaned against the car and she melded into me and we stood there silently for a long moment.

“Was that your first time?” she asked.

“Well….uh….not exactly,” I stammered. “I’ve done a few things — but never gone all the way.”

“I’m honored to have taken your virginity. You have a great future as a lover.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely. A hard man is good to find,” she laughed. “As you could have guessed, I’m not a virgin. But I’m not a slut either. I haven’t been fucked for a long time. I needed it. A lot, as I guess you noticed.”

“I hope we can continue to do this after tonight.”

“No,” she raised her head to kiss me but her tone was final. “This is a one time thing. Don’t take that the wrong way. I enjoyed you, I loved your cock in me. Under different circumstances I could fuck your brains out. But, I have to go home tomorrow and I can’t get involved in a continuing affair. Don’t think badly of me! To help you understand, may I tell you a couple of secrets about myself?

“Please.” We continued standing against the car, my arms around her, one of her hands on my penis, which had recovered its stiffness.

She kissed me on the cheek. “I’m married.”

“What!”

“Yes. I took my wedding ring off and told my sister not to tell you that I was married. I hope my deception doesn’t offend you.”

“No. How long have you been married? And how old are you. I’m curious.”

“You fucked me. You have a right to know who I am. I’m twenty-three and I’ve been married a little more than a year. My husband is a lieutenant in the army and has been in Vietnam in the war for the last two months. He’ll be there for a year. Assuming he survives. I’m scared.”

“With good reason.”

“We’re very happy. We fuck all the time. Every day. Sometimes twice. And before him, there were a couple of other men and I fucked them also. A lot! But I haven’t been fucked for two months and I haven’t gone that long without it for the last five years. What you did to me will help me endure the time until my husband gets home. So, I will be eternally grateful to you. I won’t forget this night — and I will remember you. Think of me what you want.” She kissed me on the lips.

“I think you were wonderful.” I laughed and attempted a joke. “And if I can be of further assistance, do not hesitate to let me know.”

She stroked me hard and fast. “I’m going to want your assistance very shortly. Are you up for it?”

“You have the proof in your hand.” I thrust my penis into her hand. “You said you had two secrets to tell me. What was the second?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?”

“Don’t be so astonished. Married women get pregnant and pregnant women fuck. I’m only a little more that two months along. I won’t be showing for another month or so. It doesn’t hurt the baby to fuck. And, now, if you’re not totally turned off by my revelations, you may fuck me again.”

“My cock is standing at attention and ready for action.”

“That’s funny. You’re relaxing; you were a bit uptight earlier this evening. One more thing before we do it again.”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

“Why don’t you ask my sister out? She’s your age; she’s still a virgin; she doesn’t really like that friend of yours, Darrell. He’s a pussy hound, always pressuring her to do more than she wants to do. You’re not. I like you. You seem like a decent human being. You two might be a good match.”

“Asking your sister out, that’s sounds a little like….”

“Incest,” she laughed. “Yeah, but not really. Just be aware I won’t be offended if you go out with my sister. I’m not going to fuck you again after tonight and you need a girl friend. My sister is a really good girl. She’s much smarter and prettier than me.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Liar. Open the car door and let’s get inside and fuck. Think about what I said about my sister. You would make a great couple.”

“Don’t you think she suspects what we’ve been doing tonight?

“Yes, but you’ll learn that women are pragmatic, not puritanical. You’re a catch. You just don’t know it yet.”

“I’ll think about your sister.” She scooted into the back seat of the car and I followed her, taking up my position between her open legs.

“Can I suck your cock?” she asked.

“Oh, yes.” I allowed her to pull me forward until I was sitting on her chest and she found my penis with her mouth. She licked it and took it into her mouth. I moaned in ecstasy.

“Don’t cum,” she asked. “I want you to fuck me again.”

“Then, you had better stop doing that.’ I pulled my penis out of her mouth and slid downward to between her legs. My penis was twitching. Uncontrollably. “Let me rest a minute,” I said. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Kiss me while you’re calming down.”

I wasn’t sure where she wanted me to kiss her. I launched into unknown territory by leaning down over her pussy and kissing her, rubbing my lips against her clitoris, and sticking my tongue up her vagina. Eating a woman was beyond my dreams!

“Oh, God! That feels good!” she said. “Now, fuck me — and let’s cum together.”

“Is it all right to lay on you? I mean you’re pregnant.”

“Silly boy, it won’t hurt me. Fuck me as hard as you want.”

“I want to do it slowly. To make it last.”

“Make it last all night. I’m not going anywhere.”

I inserted my penis into her and began to stroke and, belying my words about taking it slowly, we went off like an explosion of fireworks, together in one united long-quivering, breath-taking climax. I’ve never had a better one.

***

I didn’t claim the ten dollars Darrell promised me if I fucked Alice on our blind date. Better to let that fact remain only to the knowledge of me and her. And probably Alice’s sister.

I desperately wanted to see Alice again and recreate what we had achieved in our one night together, but I honored her declaration that our affair had been a one-night stand. A few weeks later I asked Alice’s sister out. She proved to be as satisfying — and as willing as her older sister. She never asked me about my date with Alice — silence and discretion seemed the wiser courses of action. I don’t know what I would have said had she asked. I’m a poor liar.

The sister and I eventually married. That was fifty years ago. The two of us see Alice and her husband (who survived the Vietnam War) frequently. Now and then, Alice glances at me with a knowing smile to remind me that she still remembers our one and only night together.