FRIDAY NIGHT, a short story by Curt Farrier
The beer and shots of Tequila had worked their magic. The couple headed for the parking lot, a little unsteady on their feet, and surrounded by the pounding beat of the local Southern Rock Band. There were no illusions in either of their minds as to why they had left together; the alcohol and the increasingly heated touches on the dance floor had led both of them to a feverish point where sexual release was the only solution.
Holding hands, laughing, almost running, he led her to his black pick-up truck backed into a spot at the rear of the lot. When they reached the truck, she took control, pulling him to the back of the truck, where she pulled his face to hers. They kissed, tongues quickly invading each other’s mouth, touching and probing until both were out of breath. Parting, she sank to her knees in front of him, quickly unfastened his belt, and opened his jeans. His erection, already forcing the front of his black underwear to a point, pushed forward and was uncovered by her in the next moment as she pulled both his jeans and his underwear to his knees.
With a final seductive smile, she took the purple head into her mouth, one hand on his tight butt, and the other cupping his testicles. Her lips slowly slid down his shaft until she felt the tip touch the back of her throat. He cursed quietly and moaned as she lightly bit him and began to suck, her head pulling backwards then moving forward once again. He placed one hand on the back of her head, grabbing a hand full of soft dark blond hair, yet resisted the urge to push her head forward and merely stroked her hair as he watched her lips slide up and down his erection again, and again.
He knew that he was as close as he could get to coming without losing control as he pulled backward and, at the same time lifted her to her feet. They kissed deeply before she spun around and lowered the tailgate of his truck. As she leaned into the bed, leaving her feet planted firmly on the pavement, he moved behind her. He lifted her short white skirt to reveal light blue panties, which he quickly pulled to her ankles. As she stepped out of them, she looked over her shoulder and moaned, “C’mon baby fuck me, fuck me hard.”
She felt him move in close behind her, felt his legs against the back of hers, she squirmed, as his fingers parted her lips and slipped inside of her only to re-emerge a moment later to be replaced by the pressure of his throbbing head splitting her wetness, and moving into her. He thrust forward forcefully, driving his erection deep inside, their bodies slapped together as a loud moan escaped her. He pulled back, and then thrust forward again, and again. Her lubricating juices begin to flow freely as his stiffness pushed into and then pulled out, she felt the contact, as his hips slapped into her upturned ass; minutes seemed like hours as he continued to bring her closer and closer to climax.
He felt the pressure building in his groin, and knew that he wasn’t going to be able to control himself for much longer as his erection shiny with her juices when he pulled out of her and then swallowed completely by the forward thrusting of his hips, penetrated her again and again. She glanced over her shoulder at his grimacing face, and new that he was very close, with a wild snarl, she began to thrust backwards, driving his shaft even deeper into her with every stroke.
The climax that had been building inside of her was finally released as she felt the first hot jets of come shoot from his penis deep inside of her. She nearly screamed with release, as her vaginal muscles began to spasm around his still thrusting shaft that was spewing forth shot after shot of steaming whiteness Their bodies came together once, twice, and then a third and final time as the spasms inside of her subsided and the last few drops of semen were milked from his erection.
They stood as they were, panting, for another full minute, until, with a sigh, he stepped backwards, and his rapidly shrinking erection was pulled from her. As he reached down to pull up his pants she used her hastily retrieved panties to wipe the mixture of their climaxes from her legs and crotch, and then threw them into the back of his truck. They came together and kissed long and deeply, at the same time relaxing from their passion of moments before.
As they stepped apart, a smile on both their faces, he asked, “Buy you another drink?” she responded “Sure thing.” They turned, and hand in hand, walked back toward the saloon, the sounds of the local Southern Rock Band swallowing them as they went.
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