From Long Distance to Very Close

This story contains mature or graphic content.

Let’s start this off by saying I’m not quite in my twenties and I realize I may be a little younger but please do not mistake me for someone scavenging for advice from those wise in years and experience, no no no. I’m stubborn, arrogant and that’s the way I like it … I’m nineteen and I enjoy thinking I have all the answers in the world! I’m simply here to share my story. 

A little information on me so you understand more about my situation: My family moved when I was a freshman in high school and I left all my friends along with my boyfriend, when I left we had not had sex and weren’t really planning on it for sometime. In my junior year when I could go and visit by myself I started going down there almost every other weekend we finally (I say finally because I was ready far before he, and of course he was the deciding vote) decided we were ready for sex. So I came down one weekend with friends and while they were shopping we were in the hotel ...

The first time wasn’t bad ... a little quicker than I would have liked but not bad. Then the next night was alright but still we were never completely free, always worried about time constraints or someone calling, the normal paranoid teenager thing ...

I’m now a graduate and my senior year I decided enough of the tip-toe-ing I want to be fucked!

So this past weekend I surprised him. We hung out yada yada and then we went on a drive ...  I am a very high maintenance girl when it comes to being comfortable and fucking in the back seat of my four day old car was not really what I had in mind but hey, as they say in high school, “shit happens when you party naked.” I was exhausted and let him drive we hung out with friends and by the time we were really alone it was about two o’clock a.m.! We found a parking lot and he instructed me to get in the back (I obeyed :) He followed shortly after and let me make this clear by saying at this point ... I was ready to pounce on him. I knew what was going to happen and just thinking about it was starting to get me wet. We kissed lightly and my hand had a mind of its own and started to go from his knee to some where a little more welcome. I rubbed his cock getting him harder I guess he had the same thing going that I did. So off came the shorts, mine first and then his, and then I remembered why I loved visiting so much. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced back seat sex but its not the most comfortable series of positions.