lot of flack from your parents?” He realized he was gushing and shut
up, coloring slightly.
She smiled wryly at him and ticked off her reply on her fingers.
“First: I dress the way I dress at school in order to identify with
those little idiots who follow me around like puppy dogs. I give them
something to look up to, they give me a certain cachet of
respectability, helping me to get on the cheerleading team, the school
newspaper, the yearbook staff, student council, and so on. That stuff
looks great to college scouts, after they finish examining your test
scores, of course.
“Second: no, I don’t always dress this way when I go out, only when I
want to reduce my date to a drooling blob of lust.” She grinned
mischievously.
“It’s working, believe me,” stammered Jason,
“..third,” Mandy interrupted, “no, my parents don’t mind much at all..
you should see some of the things THEY wear.
“and fourth, are we going to dinner, or not?”
During dinner, while his head was reeling from her fantasticly clothed
figure, her slightly musky cologne, and two glasses of wine, she
whispered to him in no uncertain terms what she expected of him later.
Jason was in pubescent heaven. His erection had not subsided since
she’d opened the door, and she certainly wasn’t helping with her
thoroughly lurid account of the things she wanted to do to him. If she
weren’t so straightforward and bossy, he thought, I’d think she was the
biggest tease of all time.
By the time dessert had arrived, she had removed a shoe, and was
massaging his uncomfortable bulge with her toes, the concealing
tablecloth keeping their secret. When she put her shoe back on and
began squeezing his crotch between both heels, he thought he would
explode. He didn’t want to cream in his pants, but he didn’t want to
make a scene, either. The whole time, Mandy kept up a stream of
innocuous conversation that for Jason, became increasingly difficult to
follow.
When they got to the car, she leaned back against the car, inviting him
into her arms. For a few seconds, Jason hugged her gently, as if
afraid she would break. He kissed her hesitantly, just before they
both threw decorum to the wind, each grabbing the other fiercely,
smothering each other with their mouths, their toungues.
Jason squeezed her ass and pulled her tightly to him, marvelling at the
unusual feeling of the smooth, pliant latex covering her muscular
cheeks. Mandy responded by pushing her hand down his pants.
Jason felt her hand around his erect shaft, and suddenly knew that they
would not be getting home at the hour he’d promised his mother. He
drew his head back, looked her in the eyes. “I think we’d better go
somewhere.”
Mandy had him drive to the outskirts of town to an abandoned farmhouse
she knew about from some previous amorous adventure. The entire way,
she was melted against him, rubbing his skin with her hands, and
distracting him from driving in general. Soon she had opened his fly,
and had scooped everything out. Jason tried to think of something to
say, but was overcome by the unique sensation of SOMEONE ELSE handling
his cock, softly squeezing his balls. He tried to concentrate on the
road, but when she pulled him into her mouth, for the second time that
week, he almost drove off the road. “Ah!
..ahhh” was all he could say.
“Relax,” she said, releasing his cock for a moment, “you drive the car,
and I’ll drive you.” She again bent to her task. During a moment’s
clear thought, he realized she was quite good at it. Every time he
…End of the part4. To be continued..
