PARKED

Virgin car sex, youthful first love,

Sean was coming to terms with the cramped, confined space he was operating in. He could see more than he had anticipated in the dark. However, his reaction to the moment was defined by touch. 

Essential human sexual contact. 

Belinda's face was smashed nicely into his. Their tongues were investigating each other's mouths; lips and tongues engaged happily in a lush, slushy, salivary, fully savouring, exuberant, youthful way. 

The energetic, enthusiastic abandonment in self that is the daze of college sex —

The clamour and buzz of the local mall seemed so distant in the current focused sensual intensity of the upper domain parking spot. Though there were no sweeping panoramic movie views, the local lover's lane was scrub, giving way to deeper bush and cars spaced to provide a semblance of privacy.

Thirty minutes ago, Sean's headlights flashed unintentionally while driving up the winding road. They pried as they swept up the narrow road, revealing bodies already skin-to-skin in stationary vehicles' back or front seats.

There was no feeling of shame or embarrassment here, as headlights momentarily spotlighted repeated random twos in their frenzied embraces or rapid copulatory imperative. The wanton seduction of cock and pussy unrestrained. 

Belinda enjoyed the raunch and smirked once, recognising either a girlfriend's new embrace or a guy she had once fucked up here. 

Sean tried to concentrate on the narrow road. 

His mind's eye barely came to terms with the gratuitously brazen splash of doubly revealed naked flesh they had just passed. 

Sheez, skin under headlights was glowing and fixating. 

It seared with heat to both the memory of the viewer and surely the entwined seekers of rapturous orgasms. You couldn't help but stare even in passing. Naked flesh under light draws the eye — really draws the eye. 

The frictional impulse of the two fully naked bodies on the back seat of a sedan was heady. 

Sean's cock stirred. 

Shit, this was what awaited him!

He hadn't seen anything explicit. He hadn't even seen a shapely breast. Only the gyrating embrace, the swift double-synced movement that locked in his mind.

Skin pushed into skin, skin melded into skin, hands gripping and seemingly absorbing skin. Above all, it was the rib cage of an unknown girl in a back seat. She was skinny, and her breathing was marked; her sex life was contained and held in her chest cavity, it seemed. 

She held her male with flesh. Sean knew the biology — but this was more —the girl held sensation. She breathed it in and out. 

It was like her ribcage would explode with pleasure. 

Strange what sticks in the mind and the associations of the moment. 

Sex and breathe.

This road was a one-way invitation to sex when undertaken in the evening. 

Sean knew he wouldn't have to work or even think, let alone negotiate the minefield of everyday college girl morality or fear of pregnancy to get in Belinda's pants. 

The trouble was that no one had to romance the girl. 

All you needed was a car. 

Sean was a romantic at heart — he self-realised.

Earlier this afternoon, he had seen Belinda detach herself from a large mixed group by the mall fountain and head into the music store. 

He knew her but didn't really know her. 

She was reputation known: he didn't actually know the girl herself.

Sean continued on his already predetermined consumer choice of entering the same store. 

Belinda had never paid any attention to him. Equally, he was overawed by her status as —the slutty moll — compared to his virginal innocence and failure to meet his self-imposed eighteen birthday deadline to evict virginity from his life.

Belinda was sifting through the alternative rock CDs. There was a sale. The same reason Sean was here.

Damn, she had what Sean wanted, an — Arctic Monkeys CD already in her hand and was sifting, already satisfied, looking for a second casual bargain.

"I bet you look good on the dance floor."

An inspired opening from Sean, using the band's smash hit to start the conversation.

Belinda was caught off guard by a compliment and blushed.

She took Sean's easy-on-the-eye features in. He was tall and cared about boyish presentation. 

He was a new male, too.

"Are you up for a challenge, Sean — when the sun goes down?"

Belinda responded quickly — coming up with a line of lyrics by the same band.

It was way up on the usual 'Are you available tonight?' or 'Do you want to go parking?'

Yes, she liked sex. Hell, she luxuriated in it. She needed a regular feast.

Still, it irked slightly to be taken for granted as an — easy lay.

Though she needed the instant, she required cock, even though she got herself off a fair bit too. She was currently subsumed in her own college hormone overdose of erogenous needs.

"The view from the afternoon is just fine," he continued, surprising himself with another well-selected band title.

Belinda smiled quirkily, looked down into the assorted CD titles, and nearly handed Sean a second copy of the much-wanted band's CD. 

She had hers.

Belinda suspected this was what had brought Sean into the shop.

Next, some light flirting occurred. She teased his reaching hand as he was about to take the CD across the sale bin. 

Sean reached in a relaxed way, and Belinda withdrew her hand, holding the CD, quickly.

"Oh, you really want it. I might get two. Give one as a birthday present! Though if you want it —ask."

"Belinda, please, I would like it."

Sean was unsure about her intent —was she teasing or getting ready to please him?

She held out her hand. 

He took all her features in entirely for the first time. 

Yes, he recognised her by sight but didn't really know her. 

He kept coming back to that. 

Known yet not familiar. 

Intimate — élan vital — Belinda was a vast distance away. 

Her fingers were long and elegant, and her wrists were slim. Her chipped red nail polish was not fresh and did not match her pinkish lipstick of choice for the day. 

She wore tight, faded black jeans and a white T-shirt, partly covered by a black lacey half-top. Her nose was pierced, and she had a trio of ear studs. And her signature thick indie boots.

Her breasts were smallish, by the looks of it. Her jeans shaped her femininity, though. 

She was a sassy college chick.

Belinda thought Sean was testing her reflexes in hesitating. 

Then she looked at him and realised he was seriously perving on her. He gave her the up and down and general all over, and he enjoyed it. 

Belinda liked male eyes on her. It never made her uncomfortable. It allowed her to select the attached cock if the guy looked okay. 

Most guys were okay. 

Belinda was trashy miles beyond the ordinary, choosey college girl and had no unreal expectations about shaping boys into romantic gentlemen. 

Belinda knew male urges and that they just matched her urges. 

Urges were good. 

Urges brought pleasure at regular intervals.

Belinda was unattached for the current evening. 

She needed sex. She was just post-period, randy, and ready.

Max in the nearby mall group may be about to lose his night — unrealised —thought Belinda.

Sean distracted her — into looking at Sean — for a moment too long. 

He realised she was checking him out. 

It felt good. 

Still, he retained enough focus to snatch the CD in her hand. 

Perfect snatch.

Belinda reacted but needed to be faster. 

Still, she wasn't disappointed. Sean was shaping up as cool enough for one night. See what he was like. Add to her virgin stockpile.

Sean relished his moment of triumph. 

Perfect snatch. 

Then — Belinda's perfect snatch. 

Whoa! Where did that dirty thought materialise? 

He wanted sex. 

Belinda was the local real-life sex doll—a slot for every jizz deposit. 

Sounded cruel. 

She had a personality. 

Perhaps he should explore it first. Like, invite her to the movies.

His cock, though, preferred sexual autopilot, untangled by complications. He could have sex with Belinda and not tell anyone. 

She was hardly sexual bragging material. It always sounded lame when another virgin college boy recounted sex with Belinda in the school cafeteria.

He got genuine, "So Lana Del Ray…your style?"

"Yeah, you know your stuff, but I don't see you at concerts or band pub nights. Why not?"

"Don't have a girlfriend," he was honest, "I'd probably go otherwise."

"Sean," she could tell he wasn't confident enough to ask, "Pick me up at seven—let's go out."

"Okay," and his smile said it all — this was his night. Belinda was a certainty.

They both paid for their music and were walking out with their purchases. They nearly parted as Belinda headed back to the mall crowd, and Sean was about to turn the other way, back to his parked car. 

Sean spun quickly.

"Where?"

"Where?"

'Where do I pick you up?" said Sean.

"My place"

"Um…where is your place?"

Belinda smiled kindly. 

He didn't know. He was really innocent. She would have to be especially nice. 

She liked him. He wasn't judging her or treating her easy. Well, at least not that she could tell. His thoughts remained hidden from her. 

Likely, he would be no different with a boner in his pants and trying to jam it down her throat.

She hated the whispered comments in the girl's washroom at college.

Slut!

Okay, she was sluttish, but only in the sense she liked regular, intense sex. 

Christ, so did the boys. Yet they were never judged.

"Give me your phone number. I'll text you the address."

 Mmm, thought Belinda, you do like him.

Giving him your number —that's not you.

He won't use it to talk.

He'll take the fuck and move on to trying to seduce the new pure chick on the block. Someone he can take home to his parents.

Belinda's chest heaved— she was never invited to boys' homes.

Sean again took in Belinda. 

She was okay—okay as a person. 

Still, the immediate shapely girly body in hip-hugging jeans dominated. 

She was close now. In the afternoon light, he could see the delicate hair follicles on her face. Her blue eyes were dartingly attractive under heavy eye shadow.

She reached up and gave him a soft peck on the cheek, then walked away very casually. 

Sean just stood there taking in her cute arse in faded jeans until she glanced back, catching his lowered eyed. 

Belinda waited a moment longer till he took in her eyes. 

Christ! The dude would be overwhelmed tonight! She didn't do nice sex!

Belinda had the anal urge — Sean wouldn't cope straight out of the starting blocks with that request.

Sean picked her up after sunset.

They shared the new CD while driving away from Belinda's rundown inner-city weatherboard place. 

She was waiting outside on the broken porch step. He didn't get to see her parents. 

He hadn't wanted to anyway. 

She had yet to change clothes.

Sean had showered and had a fresh shirt and, more importantly, he thought —clean undies.

Did her mother know her daughter's reputation in town or even care? 

He wanted to ask Belinda about her family but wasn't sure. 

He knew she missed a lot of school and failed a few subjects. 

It was easier to chat aimlessly about music and avoid hitting raw nerves.

Sean found a parking spot on the domain road. 

The body manoeuvres began with the pliancy of youth. Wriggling and sliding with a combined clumsy but effective dexterity, Sean was positioned under Belinda on the passenger side seat.

Talk about a tight space, and we are not engaged with her tight pussy — yet.

Rather sex on the passenger front seat of a car. 

Clothes are in the way for a start. Hands are working to shove, twist, tug and yank fabric to near breaking point as fingers seek soft, pliable, responsive flesh. 

Car sex is ungainly. Awkwardness amplified.

But it is compulsive and inventive. Intensive and earnest.

Buttons, zippers, denim and cotton all frustrate the need for speed. 

It's all speed, though Sean wanted it to be sensual, slow, and romantic like in the movies. 

The first-time speed was good, though.

However, it became a frenzy of mutual divesting, basically striping what could be readily removed and shoving the rest hurriedly to the side; it was about revealing sexual anatomy or at least touching it under clothes. 

It was their genitals that roused the most excitement. 

Tongues collided and smashed into each other with extreme rapidity and haste. They hit and re-hit in a sweet, slushy salivary sensation. 

Hands then explore the unknown, the expected but unexpected, the privates of another, readily given, expressive, and primed to deliver. 

Sean took in Belinda's slit and wetness almost automatically. His first pussy, and it was memorably wet. His fingers teased, playing outside and inserted inside, then easing out and back in. 

He had never done this before, yet he knew he was doing it right. 

Belinda murmured and arched and squeezed her thighs a bit. 

"Mmm, mmm! Yeah, just like that! Mmm!"

She has a dreamy, satisfied, purry, curling feline look. 

She was enjoying her body and was not disappointed in him —yet. 

Sean felt his maleness tensing, and it was so sensitive and pleasurable as his cock was stroked by a female hand for the first time in his life. He embraced the pleasure, joined the feeling, stroke by rapid stroke. 

The energy of the girl with slender red painted fingers.

Her intent. Her control. Her building of pleasure to fill her pleasure.

Belinda could operate anywhere, with a flexible, lithe, receptive body fitting the cramped space of a front car seat.

Working the available cock, finding time to fit a new cock into her regular promiscuous schedule. 

There was no space, yet she straddled him on the seat. Her thighs were locked over his crotch, her pubic bone pushing into his cock and rubbing it. 

Sean's jeans and undies were wrapped around his thighs. 

Her jeans were down, and her panties, too, were somewhere out of the way. He felt her lush slippery fleshy skin folds sliding on his cock. Her pussy deftly touching his penis underside, a moment ago dry, now sticky wet with her femjuices. 

She repeated the labial pecker slide deftly and knowingly. 

Giving the ultimate cock tease and building even firmer hardness instantly. This was hot. This was startling. Sean loved it.

Belinda pushed her lipettes up and down his cock in a continuous tease of pleasure. 

Genitals touching but not secured. 

Genitals seeking, dancing around each other. 

Genitals playing a game with each other. 

Playful sex. 

Privates combined as foreplay. 

Privates as powerful manipulators of exploding, joint desire. 

The mutual pleasure hunt was on. Sex organs like baying hounds will not be denied.

Sean fumbled behind her in the glove box for a condom.

Squeezing her to the dash, he said, " A franger."

However, she whispered: "Relax…I'm on the pill… just pump Sean…pump hard…right fuckin' now!"

Her enclosed warm- enveloping pussy suddenly sheathed around his erect meat pole.

Mellow moisture, assuasive fem-dew, a liquid immersive sop, his pecker basted in a gel of girly nectar. Sean's manhood excitedly suspended and gripped in a filmy, floating, undulating, rippling wonderland of gooey viscosity — home turf — for maleness.

Belinda channelled the motion of her shrouding girdling, building intense ego joy. 

She enjoyed schlong poised shallow for the charging depths. Her lust for cock refused constraints.

Sean had his first pussy. 

Now he wanted to plant his cock deeper in Belinda's feminised private world.

Sean struggled in the awkward, crowded space of the car and constricted bodies to build motion.

Belinda took control with her thighs whilst her arms held the headrest.

Rising slowly and then stabbing back onto his cock…rising slowly…holding his tip…then falling rapidly…repeating the bliss-filling formula — without thinking. 

Action is action in sex. Confident—she could deliver — embracing at least her body was wanted —males want her— like this —like this —

Belinda has been here before, not with Sean, but in the front seat, not the driver's seat. Screw the steering wheel jamming into your butt!

She was the driver here—complete control.

The speed ramped. Her acceleration maxed. Her body revved.

No brakes considered.

Belinda plunged onto his erectness with searching surety— seeking cervix deep. She knew, in a sense, what she would receive as she humped Sean.

The filling pleasure — filling her —always filling her. The shaping of her pussy by a cock. 

The delight of aware pleasure sensation in the joining of flesh. 

She was so tight, Sean thought, though he had no measure of fem-tight.

Belinda knew she was tight. She practised clenching her vaginal muscles both for herself and the cock of the moment…this very moment…and she paced the pleasure, riding the firm hardness, luxuriating in the firmness within her. The firmness shaping her hollow of bliss and the aura providing facial flushed delight.

She wanted it all.

Belinda's breasts were not denied their share of body bliss. She squirmed and wriggled, unembarrassed, as she helped Sean free her boobs into the dimness of the parking spot.

One of several spaced cars on the upper domain road. No guesses were required about what was passing the time in those cars, either. 

Sean had no time to reflect on anyone else's good fortune for this evening. 

Under moonlight and eyes adjusting to the dark, he saw her firm nipples first and the cute roundness of her breasts as a whole next. Her bra lay somewhere, but it did not stop her pace or desire.

Belinda guided his head down and his mouth to suck and lick her rigid pointy pert nipple tips. Sean was multitasking somehow. 

His mouth and cock were both happy.

The pressure of contact from her wet enveloping velvety pussy by Belinda was unbelievably good below his waist. Sean joined the contact pressure by sucking longingly and happily on her nipples. 

Guttural mummers of pleasure escaped her cute lips. 

"Aah! Aah!"

At the same time, a squelch of liquid escaped her already-soaking fem-tunnel. He felt the juicy stream around his cock; it was unbelievably warm and sensuously filling of self. It was complete penis captivation.

Then it was complete penis capitulation to self-pleasure. 

The jerks of bodily heaven, internal paradise, the fulfilling release of human sexual energy and young male sexual tension. Spasmed jolts of sperm penetrated Belinda.

Her pussy contracted either involuntarily or through learnt skill at nearly the exact moment of his tense male release.

She spiked her rump up and down faster for a few seconds. She constricted and relaxed his cock in rippling muscled waves.

Awesomely powerful and sexually liberating for two young people. 

The after —

God, it's clumsy and fumbly to find items and tuck clothes in place in the dark of a car.

Taking Belinda home was all anti-climax.

The repeated CD broke the silence.

Sean gripped the wheel.

Would she move on? Wherever and whomever!

And likely not him!

Yet their bodies had been together —

"Drop me off near the mall," was all Belinda said as they twisted down the domain road.

Sean didn't ask why —the thought crossed his mind —she needed more— someone more experienced — something bold — butt sex! 

He stopped —

The thought and the car.

Belinda gave a closed-mouth smile and a rushed "Goodnight."

He watched her winsome butt with big boot strides head to the social outsiders — central mall.

Sean drove home.

He pondered maybe Belinda didn't want to be at home.

The truth of anything would be at school tomorrow if Belinda were there.

Would they acknowledge each other? 

Sean hoped so. 

He actually liked her and wanted to talk about music, go to concerts and have sex, too. 

A relationship?

School the next day —

A crowded hallway, the main corridor after maths — he saw Belinda.

Sean made an effort to stop her and speak.

"Hi, Belinda. Would you like to come over to my place after school and listen to some music — Um — and then stay for dinner? I'd take you home later or drop you where you like—"

There was a slight hesitation until she took in the genuineness of the offer through his eyes.

"Sure… I'll meet you at your car…okay?" 

A charming smile spread across her young face.

"Okay," repeated Sean.

He saw a light skip to Belinda as she headed to her next class.

Sean took in her petite rump —male college horniness remains male sex drive thoughts — even in sought companionship.

But he was looking forward to getting to know Belinda —as Belinda.

He was prepared to park himself and hoped she might, too.