On a Saturday about a week after our sojourn at The Salient office, Paul drove the car down to pick me up at my apartment. It was a huge full-size Bonneville, and big cars of that era had generous back seats.
All we needed was a place to go in the daytime, but Paul had an idea. We drove all the way back to the North Bronx, and we went along a narrow road that entered a corner of Van Cortlandt Park. It was a mild early spring day, and the foliage was starting to come in but it was hardly complete yet.
Nevertheless, we took a chance, and he got the car into a space that was partially screened by some bushes. We knew that we couldn’t spend hours parked there, but we took the risk that we could get away with some action in the back seat. We indeed got away with quite a bit of it.
As we made out in the back seat, I knew what I wished to try next. I was getting quite blunt about what I wanted to happen and I said, “Let’s try some oral in here, you know what I mean. I’ll do you first.”
He knew about my lack of experience. “How do you know anything about that?”
“Believe me, Michelle has discussed this with me in great detail. That’s because I asked her all about it. But she seems to know some good methods.”
I had Paul kneel on the back seat and lean forward to support himself by holding on to the back of the front seat. Then I knelt on the floor in front of him and began my experiment. I kissed him around the crotch of his trousers and then I opened his pants and took his erect cock out. Then I began to follow the instructions that Michelle had told me. Of course, she wouldn’t know that I was using those on her own boyfriend.
Instead of just sucking on him immediately, I kissed and then licked his shaft from top to bottom and back again. I knew I was doing it right because he ran his right hand through my hair as he moaned my name.
Then I used another gimmick I knew, which was to lower his trousers and rub a hand on his bare behind as I held his cock with my other hand. Michelle had told me that guys would usually come faster and more intensely that way.
I stopped for a moment and said, “You see, your Judy here knows how to give a guy a proper blowing.” He knew I’d learned my techniques from my friend, but he was too busy — and maybe just too polite — to ask more about it.
In any case, I finally took about half of his length into my mouth as he stroked the outer half with the hand he had been using to stroke my hair. I knew he was about to climax by the way he clenched his buttocks. He groaned, and my mouth was suddenly filled with his warm cum.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I couldn’t swallow it all and some came back out and ran down my chin. Yet I felt I should continue stroking his cock with my hands until he had his final spasms. He fell back in the seat, and he finally noticed my condition.
“God Judy, I’m sorry. Here’s my handkerchief.” I didn’t clean up so much as spit the excess into the cloth. Yet I laughed at my predicament and I got up on the seat next to him. “I tried to swallow it but I had no idea of how much was going to come out.”
Michelle had told me that a tactic was to take the guy out at the last moment and have him ejaculate somewhere else, which in that case would have been the interior of his dad’s car.
I said, “Let me kiss you and you can taste yourself on my mouth.”
“I know what it tastes like.”
“Yes, not from my lips.” I was sure he knew it too from kissing Nora and Michelle.
I was suddenly aware of the bright afternoon outside the car, but I saw nobody out and about in the park. It seemed worth more time to complete our backseat tryst. I said, “Look, it’s my turn now. I’m sure you know how to do that, but I also want you to work on my breasts first.”
I was wearing a spring coat which I took off, and I had a dress under that. As we kissed, I opened up the front and then unbuckled my bra. My bare tits fell free, and Paul was impressed by them.
“Judy, you have the cutest little boobs.”
“Actually, they’re not so little, are they?”
His lips sucking my stiffening nipples felt lovely. Usually, when I masturbated, I stroked my own breasts, but that time it felt much more intense.
I said, “I’m sure you know what I want next, and I’m sure you know how to do it. Here, I have a little surprise for you.”
I lifted my skirt and revealed my new lingerie. My tan nylons were held up by a white garter and straps, and I had white lacey panties on top of those. “Have you ever seen anything this good before?”
“Actually, I have seen it.”
I could tell by his expression that he had blurted out something he maybe didn’t want to reveal. I had gotten the garter idea from Michelle, who owned several pairs and liked to wear them on certain days. I wondered what Nora had owned.
It seemed best to prattle a bit about my undergarments. “I love the feeling of having provocative stuff on underneath while I look so prim in my outer clothes.”
I wasn’t making that up; I did enjoy the garments Michelle had told me about. I went on, “Like, you can see the advantage these have over pantyhose for what we’re going to do now.”
He teased me, “And what exactly will that be?”
I calmly answered, “Oh, say when a lady wants her pussy licked.” We laughed at that. I continued, “I’m sure you know how to do that properly.”
In a couple of minutes, my panties were on the floor while I lay across the back seat. Paul knelt between my legs and demonstrated his knowledge of what to do with a girl’s private parts. I had heard that some guys didn’t like the taste of pussy (although they assumed their own dicks tasted fine), but that wasn’t one of his issues.
He was very good at using his tongue, lips, and fingers on me, and I squirmed around on the black vinyl seat cushions. As I reached my climax, I grabbed his head and rubbed my body against his face. The intensity of that caused me to yell more loudly than I had expected.
As we sat together on the seat, I didn’t want to leave. Sex in a car had the advantage of feeling “spontaneous,” as if we couldn’t wait to go at each other. But on the other hand, I missed the intimacy of being indoors where I imagined we could hang out in bed and have coffee or a drink together.
I asked, “Do the police ever patrol through here?”
“If they do, they aren’t doing it very well. There are stolen and stripped cars around parts of this park. Anyway, we really should get out of here soon. I’ll take you down to the Riverdale Diner for something to eat.”
It was pleasant to have a late lunch with Paul but I really would have liked to spend some time with him at home somewhere hanging out on a couch or even in bed. But we had no such home to go to.
****
In April I came up with a new idea. I had the keys to Michelle’s apartment in Long Island City. I said, “I think we can work it out so that we can go there when she’s at school or work. I’ll give you a set too.” I had already been there by myself, with her permission, to just hang out when I didn’t want to be at my parent’s apartment.
He said, “That’s not going to be so easy to coordinate. Neither one of us — particularly me — lives that close to there. Plus I’ve been working part-time at the same place where she is.” Michelle had helped him get a job there.
“All right, let me take a look at our schedules, and see if something will work.” At that time I was not working at all, only going to school. Plus, neither one of us had a car, so we were dependent on the subway to get anywhere. About the only thing in our favor was that Michelle’s place was close to several stations that were among the first ones after leaving Manhattan.
I did the work of looking at everybody’s schedules, and it turned out that we could spend several hours there about once per week. That wasn’t perfect, but it was better than the school or his dad’s car as a meeting place. We still could use the other options on certain days.
Michelle’s place wasn’t fancy but it was certainly fine for Paul and me to have our affair. She had rented a one-bedroom that took up the first floor of an old wooden house. It was plain but neat, with a kitchen and bed for us to enjoy, and we had a six-hour window of time for our first visit.
During the second time there, I lost my virginity on the living room couch. I had no inhibitions about wearing only my latest black garter and straps and getting on top of him cowgirl style while he sat on the sofa.
For the second go-round that day, he took me from behind as I knelt on Michelle’s bed. Afterwards, we celebrated by having rum and cokes in the kitchen. I was going to be twenty in June, and I finally felt like I was making real progress towards adulthood.
*****
We became more ambitious about using Michelle’s apartment, which I thought could result in disaster had we been caught in flagrante delicto. Well, we did get caught, but it worked out better than I had expected.
For one thing, it gave Michelle an excuse to focus her desires for me. I had suspected that about her for a while, but that was confirmed in her apartment.
One Friday, she was supposed to be away all night to visit some family members in New Jersey. She was going to drive out there, and she said she’d be back around eleven the next morning. Paul and I figured we could finally have time to be alone all evening and then wake up for breakfast the next morning.
So all went well until late that evening. Paul and I were in bed — Michelle’s bed — just chatting at that point. We were planning to go to sleep soon; we didn’t want to oversleep the next morning. I was in my nightgown and he was in a T-shirt and drawers; we had the comforter pulled up to our waists.
Somehow I didn’t hear Michelle open the front door, which led directly into the living room. I looked up and there she was standing right at the foot of the bed. The light from the table lamp glinted off the lenses of her glasses.
I freaked out. She wasn’t a violent person, I knew that about her, but my embarrassment was intense. I babbled, “Oh my God, Michelle, I’m so sorry.” I didn’t even try to ask for forgiveness, because everything was so obvious. Had Paul and I been merely sitting on the couch, we might have had some plausible deniability.
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