Page 33 of Sure, Pal

The other reason was Ava. If Ava got a hold of Sienna, she’d feed on her guilt, and then I might never get to hold Sienna like this again.

But that was a stupid worry, wasn’t it? Ava wasn’t a manipulative teenager anymore. We were all adults now.

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Our weeknight dinner was Sienna’s idea. She asked me to drive the Camaro to pick her up. I hadn’t taken the car to college. Classic beauties like that weren’t meant for the rough treatment of a cross-country drive. And since I’d been home, I’d been having too many mixed feelings about taking it out.

That car made me think of my dad, and thinking of my dad made me think of cancer and death. It was an ugly cycle.

But Sienna asked, and I didn’t even think twice.

We picked up cheeseburgers and fries and sat on the hood to eat.

Sienna smiled at me in the moonlight now, looking so sexy it almost hurt. She wore a short white sundress that would make it so easy to slip my hand between her thighs and make her gasp.

I leaned over and stole some of Sienna’s fries. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl in this car.”

Her eyes burned, and she uncrossed her ankles and spread her legs, just a little. “You never did?” She asked.

I grinned and shook my head. “I broke up with my girlfriend the night I finished the car, and then I didn’t take the car to college.” I shrugged, “I mean, the girl that I wanted to fuck in there was off-limits. This girl is—and I can’t believe I’m saying this—sexier than the Camaro.”

Sienna threw her head back and laughed.

“I’m not kidding Sienna, this girl— I’m sorry, woman, she’s a woman now. I would pick her sexy as fuck body any and every day over this car’s body. And starting her engine feels a million times better than starting this engine.” I patted the hood of the car.

Sienna watched me with parted lips and legs. My eyes drifted down to the space between her thighs. That’s right, baby. Just a little more… I licked my lips, and my heart raced. She gazed at me, eyes full of lust, and spread her legs apart even more.

My cock stirred, and I slid off the car, spilling all of my fries in the parking lot. I pulled Sienna against me. She kept her legs open and wrapped them around me, and I could feel her pussy pressed up against my erection. I was willing to bet money that it was wet and ready for me. “Sienna, will you make my horny high school boy dream come true tonight?”

Sienna rubbed her pussy against me and let out a soft moan. Then she laughed and said, “It’s my horny high school girl dream, too. Sometimes, when I would sit on your garage floor and watch you work on this car, I’d imagine you taking my virginity in the front seat.”

I gripped her body and pressed my cock even harder against her. She was grinding on me and making these sexy little noises that had me ready to burst. “Fuck, Sienna!”

She bit her lip, inching up her little white skirt to tease me.

Fucking. Hell.

When she lifted her skirt completely, I legit almost came in my jeans. Sienna wasn’t wearing panties, and she’d waxed everything for me. I moaned and knelt in the parking lot and then brought my lips down to her sweet smooth pussy. I slid my tongue into her and brushed it against her clit.

She gasped and gripped my hair, bucking her hips. I kept licking her, gauging her reaction to every type of movement I made with my tongue. When I found her favorite rhythm, I licked until she was screaming, “Evan! Oh, god! Oh, Evan!”

So, Sienna could be a screamer. Fuck. Yes. I’d gotten a little taste of it at her apartment last weekend, but this screaming was even better. It was a good thing the parking lot was so secluded and deserted.

When Sienna’s eyes popped open, they were wild with desire. She tugged my jeans open and drew out my rock hard cock. “Evan,” she panted, “Fuck me.”

I took her hand and slid her off the hood of my car, then I wrenched open the passenger door and pulled her onto my lap. Sienna straddled my cock and moaned and tightened around me as I slid into her. “Evan, my dad said I have to be home by midnight.” Her words were breathy.

What? I paused and looked up at her. She gazed at me with pure hunger in her eyes, and then I understood. We were playing high school fantasy, and fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more.

She rocked her hips up and down, riding my cock while still wearing a cute little sundress. Something about her sweet, innocent looking dress, hiding the fact that I was buried deep in her pussy, was as hot as fucking hell. Sienna was really selling this fantasy of a high school fuck in my Camaro.

She braced herself against the ceiling and rode me harder. Sienna’s sensual moans gave me chills. I took her earlobe gently in my teeth. “You’re fucking perfect, girl.”

She whimpered and gripped my shoulders. “I think I’m coming again.” And then Sienna was making noises that would put a porn-star to shame. I followed close behind and rode the waves of pleasure like Sienna rode me.

She sighed and then wrapped her arms around me, still straddling my dick. “Wow,” she whispered. “That was at least ten times hotter than my fantasy.”

I nodded. “Best sex of my life.” I gazed into her eyes with a smile. “I think this car has finally earned a name, baby.”

“Oh yeah?” Sienna smiled at me and ran her fingers through my hair.

“I’m gonna call her Screamer.”

Sienna burst out laughing, and I gripped her hips and play-nipped at her neck.

How long could I stay in this perfect bubble with the girl of my dreams? I eventually needed to tell her about my dad, but Sienna made me forget everything that hurt right now. I wanted to stay in the bubble a little longer.

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