Where it happened: Drive In Theater
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Jan was a junior in high school when I was a freshman in college. Since my dad was a school teacher I was limited to initially attending the local junior college and working at a supermarket to save money, have spending money, and support my car.
She came into the supermarket a few times and we greeted each other. I was fairly well known in high school. Got a few honors. But I hadn’t really known her that well then, perhaps because she had then been a skinny little girl. So different than the full-figured, very attractive girl with long straight hair and the biggest, deepest eyes, that all seemed to have developed overnight.
We kind of seemed to be attracted to each other. So I asked her out. Since there was only one theater in my hometown, and it rarely showed first-run movies on the weekend, we agreed to go to a neighboring city about an hour away.
On our way to there, we talked and flirted. I kidded her about going to the drive-in theater. A four-screen outdoor theater just off the interstate as you entered town. And a known place to go when you wanted to be alone.
She agreed. And even said something about how it would be nice to have a beer during the feature. And there just happened to be a liquor store just across the street from the drive-in! I swung in and picked up a couple of six-packs of Schlitz Malt Liquor. A locally produced favorite brew which was rumored to have a higher liquor content than other beers. Didn’t count on consuming two-six packs, but figured I could keep the rest for later. And as any good college boy, I had a styrofoam cooler in the truck of my car.
Really don’t remember what the show was. We were parked a sufficient distance from any other cars to have relative privacy. She quickly started on her first beer. It was cold that night and she was wearing a knee-length very heavy coat that pretty much precluded any meaningful fondling and/or caressing.
She seemed to really enjoy the beer. She drank something like three of them while I was still working on my second one. I drove a fairly new Ford two-door with a bench seat. So it was relatively easy to slide over beside her when she took her coat off.
A beer or so later each, we were both feeling pretty good. After a quick comfort stop, we were back in the car very close together on the passenger side. And since it was cold that night, pulling her large coat over both of us only seemed natural and so very private.
She knew how to kiss. And at that age, her probing tongue made me rock hard. Before long I was touching her right breast through the cloth of a vest thing and the white blouse she was wearing. As I did this, she gave a soft moan and I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.
Moments later my left hand was caressing the warm flesh inside her right bra cup. Some girls back then stuffed their bras, or wore padded bras. But not her. Lots more kissing and pulling the bra cup down.
My thumb rubbing her bare nipple. She continued to moan softly. I placed her hand on my bluejean clad hardness. Nothing at first, but after a little bit she began to move her hand. Geez, thought I was going to cream.
I got both of her breasts bare and alternatively kissed and sucked them. Beside having very large breasts, her aerolas were also large and perfectly surrounded her hard nipples.
We gradually slipped down in the seat. She was wearing slacks. I was directly over her and between her legs. My boner rubbing up against that spot where her legs came together. She was grasping my hips and pulling me against her as well. Damn!
I had to stop a couple of times. Knew I was going to explode if I didn’t.
Grinding against her crotch, kissing and sucking her breasts. I was in heaven.
She continued to be vocal. I love it when a girl moans. And she did.
I put my right hand at the top of her slacks. We continued. In one move I deftly slid my hand down inside her slacks and panties. To the small patch of hair between her legs. As she stiffened and grabbed my hand, I stopped.
But I didn’t remove my hand. We resumed our dry humping. My fingers were moving very gently in her curls. More moaning. And a few minutes later she pushed my hand down further. My middle finger slipped inside her wetness. She was soooooooo wet. A second finger went inside. Lots of finger action against the top of her slit. Didn’t know it at the time, but was doing a very good job on her clit.
Again, a few minutes passed. More soft moaning. I briefly raised up, pulled my hand from inside her slacks and panties, and proceeded to unbutton her slacks. Again she stopped me. “Do you have something?” “Something”, of course, being a condom. I quickly replied, “Yes”. And I was so thankful that I did.
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Note:
Since the pill was fairly new back then, many doctors would only prescribe it if you were married. Condoms were available at two very different locations. By asking your local pharmacist to reach under the counter for them. Such embarassment. And in machines in the men’s restroom at select very seedy gasoline service stations. Certainly not on an open rack at WalMart! And there was always concern for the quality of the product at service stations or whether or not they had been tampered with by an unscrupulous attendant.
Everyone knew someone who had gotten pregnant using such a condom.
Fortunately the pill became much more available soon after. Later in college, all the girls were on it. Lots of menstrual periods that needed to be controlled, I suppose!
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She raised her hips to help me pull her slacks off. I started to pull her panties down and she again said, “No”. But moved her panties to one side and placed my hand there.
My jeans came down quickly, but not off. I fumbled the Trojan on and proceeded to place my hardon between her legs. She was wet. I was hard and it slipped all the way in. I thrusted and she pushed upward to meet me.
Wish I could tell you that I brought her to a mind-shattering orgasm. Donno. I might have though. That night I was big and hard. Think maybe needing to eliminate some of that beer might have had something to do with that.
But it did cause me to go probably much longer than I would have under normal circumstances. In fact, after what seemed like a long time, she stopped moving. I pulled out, peeled the condom off, and placed her hand on my still hard penis. Then helped her jerk me off. Hella mess on the car floorboard, but then, who cared?
We lay there together, for a while, not talking. The feature ended and the field lights came on. Then we scrambled to get dressed under the safety of her coat and proceeded to leave.
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It wasn’t one of my best moments. I never asked her out again. I didn’t treat her poorly, just didn’t ask her out again. And I honestly don’t know why. Just didn’t seem right.
Jan – she was a really nice girl. Went on to be Senior Class Favorite, I think.
Wonder where she is today?
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