LAST CUBA LIBRE

ALAN

Fuck. I have never seen such a brazen little hussy as this one. Her so-called boyfriend is standing just a couple of yards away and she's flirting with me as if he didn't exist. He's a real nerd. The classic daddy's boy with his Ralph Lauren shirt and black and white Tigers. Anyway, if this Jessica is serious, I certainly won't pull out. Fuck it, she's sex on a stick. Her face is even better. She looks like Valentina, that girl that Crepax draws. The sexy doll sort. I'm hard. She knows it and she's playing up to me. She keeps touching me, with any excuse. She brushes my calf with her foot and she smiles at me, the message is clear. What a bitch. I'm glad I'm not her boyfriend.
A minute ago her boyfriend came over, all shy, and if I'm not mistaken she told him we went to grammar school together. You know what? I didn't even go to high school.When the geek moves away, I ask her if she wants to go to my car and hear the CD I made with the band. There are five of us. I'm the guitarist, then there's a singer, a drummer, a bass guitarist and a keyboard player. Recently we made this CD in a recording studio and we're sending it to all the record companies. The other evening a Sony producer came to hear our concert at the Rex Café. Well, it seems he really liked us."What are we waiting for?" I say as Lenny Kravitz makes way for The Rasmus with In the Shadow and the vocalist asks the people on the dance floor to raise their hands, and in effect they do raise their hands and shout.I sign to Jessica to walk ahead of me towards the exit, she walks and I follow close behind with my eyes fixed on her great ass. At the exit the gorilla stamps us so that we can get back in and we go towards my Smart.I open the passenger door and Jessica settles in the seat while I walk round to the driver's side. I open the glove box and find the demo, I show her the cover with the photo of the band and slip it into the CD player.We sit in silence listening to the intro and then the first piece starts, called Summer begins and, when the guitar solo starts I say, "This is me."Jessica nods and I lean towards her and shove thirty centimetres of tongue into her mouth. Jessica doesn't play hard to get. Her tongue flicks around my mouth. I'm hard and I take her hand and put it on my fly. She doesn't need telling twice, she undoes my studded belt, opens my fly and pulls down my boxers, then she takes it in her hand and starts wanking me. I pull up her dress and pull down her knickers, they are already damp, and I stick two fingers up her cunt. Jessica closes her eyes and moans, as I move my arm back and forwards titillating her clit with the palm of my hand. The demo plays on and now there's a piece called Dirty girl, written by Jano, the drummer, and at last Jessica bends towards me, she takes me in her mouth and starts sucking me hungrily, pushing it right down into throat and shoving her face into my pubes. She's got talent, I must say. She doesn't let me feel her teeth and the movements of her tongue are delicate, soft and at the same time perfectly recognisable.I pull the lever and push the seat back from the steering wheel so that we're more comfortable. I am pleasantly surprised when she pushes her head between my legs and starts licking my balls. Jessica gives me another lick starting from the bottom and this time she follows my prick right to the tip, then she swallows it and starts sucking again with her cheeks sucked in and in the meantime she's looking me in the eyes. I'm going out of my head and I'm about to shoot my load so I stop moving my fingers in her cunt and think just of myself and, when I start to come, she continues sucking so that the orgasm is long and intense and she doesn't let go of my prick until I blow the whole of my wad into her mouth.After I come, I pull up my boxers and relax for a minute before returning the favour. I push two fingers into her cunt and start moving them backwards and forwards. I spread her legs as far as possible so that I'm free to move and she says she's too wet and that I should put three fingers up her. So I do."Can you feel me like this?" I ask her."Hardly, " she says, so I stick my little finger up there too.Jessica starts gasping and when she comes she arches her back and floods my hand.When she kneels on the seat to pull up her tanga, I see the dark wet mark on the seat cover."Everything OK?"Jessica just lowers her eyelids and nods contentedly. The CD is still playing and now it's a piece called Secret Island about an island in the Pacific where Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison and other singers and actors, given for dead by the media, all live together incognito.I realise that the windows are all steamed up, so I open the door to let in a bit of fresh air and light a cigarette."I have to go," says Jessica tugging at her dress. "Leo will be looking for me." Then she checks the time on her mobile and starts slightly. "Yes, yes. I really must go," she says hurriedly, half opening the door. "You've got my number.""Sure, baby," I say without looking at her, listening to the words of the song. "What do you think of this?" I ask, pointing at the CD player."Brilliant," she says, then she gets out of the car and walks towards the entrance to the club.