Age Is Just a Number

Happy Birthday

Karen drove us to the shopping center, and together we walked up to the movies, joining the queue for tickets. The guy behind the counter asked, "What movie do you want the tickets for?" Feeling unimpressed by the options, I turned to Karen and asked for her suggestion. "It's your birthday, Miles, so you should decide. Although I remember you mentioning your interest in Marvel... Deadpool is playing," Karen pointed at the screen playing the trailer. The guy interrupted, "Well, I'll need to see your driver's license for you to watch Deadpool, mate." This reminded Karen of our age difference, and her expression fell. I spoke up, "Come on mate, I just turned 18 today. I don't have a driver's license, but you can check my school ID for my date of birth!" He hesitated but eventually said, "Well, that doesn't really satisfy our policy, but I don't want to be that guy to deny you on your birthday." I paid for the tickets, holding Karen's hand as we made our way to the cinema. The guy raised his eyebrows, clearly suspicious. "Karen, cheer up. I don't want to see you sad today," I said, and she nodded.

We grabbed popcorn and drinks, entering the theater just before the movie started. Around half an hour into the film, Wade Wilson started making out with his girlfriend, and I instinctively looked at Karen. Her eyes were glued to the screen. Leaning in, I whispered, "Do you like the movie?" She broke her attention from the screen and just stared at me silently. I recognized that look in her eyes, and she shifted her gaze over my shoulder. Curious, I turned to see what had caught her attention—another couple in the next row making out. I looked back at Karen and placed my arm in hers. As soon as our skin touched, she jerked her body as if shocked, closing her eyes and pressing against my arm. The sensation ignited my desire, and I became increasingly aroused. The ache in my groin grew more intense as my arousal lingered without relief. Impatient, I couldn't resist the temptation and lifted her top, sliding my hand inside to grope her. "Stop, Miles, we can't! Not here," she whispered urgently. Ignoring her plea, I continued, and she moaned. Her breaths grew deeper, and the moans grew louder. Just as she reached a heightened state of pleasure, I stopped and pulled her in for a kiss. By the time the movie ended, I realized I had hardly watched any of it.

 We left the cinema and decided to go for a meal. It was getting dark as Karen drove us to the restaurant. She seemed restless, stealing glances at me from time to time. I reclined my seat, laying back, and she placed her hand on my crotch. "Well, that's new. Back in the cinema, you were hard as hell. What happened?" Karen asked. "I don't know, maybe physical attraction isn't all I feel for you," I replied, though in reality, I simply needed to relieve myself. "Anyway, can you please stop at my apartment on the way? I need to check something real quick," I added. "Sure," Karen said, dropping me off. I rushed to the toilets in my building to relieve myself and returned to the car. "Sorry, I had to take a leak," I explained as I got in. "It's okay, I figured. Your pants are bulging again," Karen said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well, I can't help it. You'll have to deal with it!" I said, growing frustrated. Karen chuckled and continued driving. "To be honest, I'm not very hungry," I admitted, sinking into my seat. "Me neither. Let's just go to the beach and kick back for a bit," Karen suggested. She took the longer route with less traffic, and I noticed her restlessness. "What's on your mind?" I asked, curious about her sudden shift in demeanor. "Nothing. I just can't focus with that bulge in your pants, and what you did back in the cinema wasn't cool," she voiced her concerns. Irritated, I replied, "Again, you need to deal with it. I did what I had to." Her frustration flared up, and she snapped back, "Is that so?" I simply nodded. "Well, pull it out then!" she challenged, surprising me with her boldness. "Are you serious?" I asked, taken aback. "Yes, pull it out. I'm going to deal with it how I want since we're doing what we feel like," she retorted, annoyance evident in her tone. "Well, here goes nothing," I said, pulling my penis out of my pants. Karen's eyes lit up as she saw it, taking it in her hand and starting to stroke it while controlling the steering wheel with her other hand. She tried her best to make me climax but to no avail. Despite my arousal, her being behind the wheel while driving made me nervous. Karen paused and handed me her purse, asking me to pass her the moisturizer. She squirted some into her hand and resumed stroking, the cold sensation adding a unique touch. As she stroked harder, her wrist eventually grew tired. "Seems like you've underestimated me," I teased. "Do you really think it's a good idea to say that with your dick in my hand?" she shot back, a playful tone in her voice. "Well, I think that's the problem. It needs to be elsewhere," I said, gently touching her cheek and rubbing my thumb on her lips, which she started to suck on. Karen parked the car on the side and wiped my penis with a napkin. She leaned in and kissed the tip before holding it up and tilting her head, stroking it while licking the shaft and the balls, trying to maintain eye contact. Sensing my struggle with self-control, I tightened my grip on her hair and moved my hips, thrusting my erection into her mouth. She continued to suck, her mouth wrapped tightly around me, intensifying the pleasure. My breaths grew heavier, and my grip on her hair tightened further. As the primal urge within me intensified, I lost myself in the moment, thrusting deeper and faster. Feeling the back of her throat and the sound of her struggling to breath flooded my senses . Suddenly, I regained control and pulled her off my dick, warning her that I was about to ejaculate. Karen's eyes were filled with tears and anticipation.  She wrapped her hand around it, vigorously jerking me off. For a brief moment, I lost consciousness, only to come back to my senses and witness my load sprayed all over the car—on the ceiling, the gear, the steering wheel. The windows were steamed up, and the heavy sound of our breathing filled the air. We both looked around the car, our eyes meeting before erupting into laughter.