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“Where are we going for lunch?” I asked in as whiny of a voice as I could.

With her sunglasses on and the top down, Jess paid little attention to my question. She signaled and changed lanes. A few seconds later, she signaled and changed back.

“Where are we going for lunch?”

“You’ll see,” she said.

I suspected we were going to the soup kitchen. She’d been asking about it for some time, and was upset that she didn’t get to finish her bowl of soup on the night we saw Drake and Duc.

“Soup?” I asked.

With the top down, the wind blew her hair in every direction. She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. “Nope.”

It was rewarding seeing her pleased with the car. It was the least I could do for her, considering how much she meant to me. I had much more planned for her, but had to wait until we were somewhere we could talk before I could go into detail.

She got off the highway, pulled up to the stoplight, and turned on the turn signal.

“We going shopping?” I asked.

“Nope.”

The left arrow turned green and she sped through the light. Another lane change. this time to the right, and she pulled into Target.

“Remember this place?” she asked.

I nodded. “How could I forget?”

“You’re going to fuck me with the top down.”

I laughed. “We’ll get arrested.”

“Not if you’re careful.”

“And quick,” I said.

She pulled in behind the store, almost in the same spot I had parked in previously. Out of the way of traffic, but still in clear view for the perverts and rubberneckers to see, she parked.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” she said.

“Hey, that’s my line.”

There had been so many changes in my life in the last few months, none of which I regretted. Not one of them was easy to believe, but they were easy for me to accept. I would never second guess Jess’ existence in my life – she was perfect for me, and the only answer to resolving my otherwise dismal love life.

“Take off your pants,” she demanded.

“Such a romantic.”

I glanced over each shoulder and upon seeing no one, unbuckled my belt. She lasted all of fifteen seconds before deciding to help me pull them down. As soon as they were at my thighs, she removed her jean shorts and tossed them in the back seat. Panties followed.

She stroked my cock a few times, but I was well beyond excited as it was. Standing at complete attention, my cock was pointing at the sky. Sitting in the driver’s seat, she spread her legs a little, stuck her finger in her pussy, and grinned.

“Soaked,” she said. “Always wet for you.”

“Good.”

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