Jourdan Mathews has a secret, and she knows she needs to take this one to the grave.
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Her life was never complicated: a college student with a close family, good friends, and a plan for her future as a doctor. Had that night had never happened...
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We eventually end up in my truck, which I'd parked one street over from Pearl Street in the neighborhood surrounding the shops we'd browsed once we decided to leave the bookstore. The stereo system gently vibrates the car around us as the gentle base of the R&B music Jourdan had put on echoes in the cabin. Luckily my windows are tinted, and we'd had the good sense to slide into my backseat once it was clear neither of us wanted to wait to come undone until we got back to my house.
My heart pounds in my chest as she straddles me, her soft hair falling around us as we continue to make out heavily. Maybe it was the fact that we put our feelings for one another into words or just the fact that she was gently teasing me her hips, but either way I can barely control my breathing.
My hands slide up her smooth thighs, squeezing them gently, appreciating their fullness. Then they move under the thick fabric of her dress, pushing it up as I feel her hips roll again, barely meeting my dick which is straining against the zipper on my jeans.
It's the barely touching that's getting to me, and she knows it too, giggling lightly as I groan into her mouth.
"Hmm careful," she murmurs, resisting my grip as I try to pull her down over me, and her hands push me back to leave me panting, my head pressed against the car seat. "I don't sleep with guys on the first date."
"I don't either." I manage, voice strained, and she narrows her eyes.
"What are we going to do about this then?" Her voice is soft, sultry as her hand dips between us and grips me through my jeans. My jaw clenches, breathing increasing again as she rubs gently, and my hands tighten around her waist.
"Up to you." I mutter, eyes closed as she leans closer again, lips meeting my neck. I wince when her teeth brush over my skin, her hips now following the rhythm I start with my hands as she finally grinds against me.
"Touch me." She whispers and I obey instantly, one hand sliding over the lace of her underwear, and then lower. I groan loudly when I feel how ready she is, her panties soaked against my fingers.
"So wet," I murmur against her lips as she kisses me again, moaning as my index and middle fingers glide over her entrance and circle her clit. ". . . fucking ready for me."
"I want you." She manages, breaking off our kiss to pull back and slide the shoulders of her dress off. Her breasts spill out of the top as she slides the sleeves down and pulls her arms back out, leaving the material bunched around her waist. I swallow hard at the sight, leaning forward instantly to take one nipple in my mouth. "I can't wait."
Then her fingers are scrambling with my jeans, pulling the top button open and yanking the zipper down. She doesn't waste any time, shifting both my jeans and boxers off my hips until my dick stands between us, aching for anything she'll give me.
