It was my second year of college, and I shared a small two-room apartment with my closest friend. He had the bedroom. I slept in the salon.

One night, he brought over his girlfriend — a sexy, petite brunette with a teasing smile and a dangerously short black dress that clung to her tight little body.

She had that perfectly shaped ass: firm and round, not too big, not too small. Her legs were smooth and toned. Her breasts — small, perky, just enough to fit perfectly in my hands. The kind of girl you try not to stare at, especially when she’s your friend’s.

We all had drinks in the living room. I was single, tipsy, and so fucking horny it hurt.

Eventually, my roommate said he was tired and went to bed, leaving just the two of us in the salon.

She didn’t move. Her dress crept higher every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She caught me staring and smiled.

We kept talking — small talk turning to flirty jokes, flirty jokes turning to sex talk. She confessed, laughing, “I was planning to fuck him tonight… but he passed out.”

That was the moment everything changed.

Her legs parted slightly, flashing a soft view of white panties between her thighs. I leaned closer and said, “I’d eat a girl out until she begged me to stop tonight. That’s how horny I am.”

She giggled. “Stop saying that... You’re making me wet.”

Her hand slid to her thigh. I reached forward, and without resistance, she let me touch her. She was soaked through the thin fabric of her panties.

She reached back, her hand slipping into my shorts. My cock was rock hard, leaking with need.

She whispered, “What if he wakes up?”

I looked her in the eye and said, “He won’t… But if you’re nervous… let’s go somewhere else.”

We slipped out quietly. I grabbed my keys, and we made our way to the underground garage beneath the apartment. The cold air hit us the moment the elevator opened. We climbed into my parked car — dark windows, quiet space — adrenaline pumping through us both.

As soon as the doors shut, her lips were on mine. We kissed hard, deep, desperate.

She climbed onto my lap, grinding against my cock through my jeans.

I pulled her panties aside, and my fingers slipped inside her. She was dripping wet, her pussy squeezing around my fingers.

Her breath was ragged. She unzipped me and pulled out my cock, stroking it slowly with both hands before lowering her mouth onto it.

The way she sucked me — messy, wet, slurping sounds echoing off the cold car interior — made me groan out loud.

I pushed her back onto the passenger seat and knelt between her legs, licking her pussy deeply, tongue flicking her clit, sliding inside her, tasting how badly she wanted it.

Her moans filled the car.

“I want to ride you,” she whispered, breathless.

I leaned the driver seat back. She climbed on top of me, pulled her panties aside, and slowly slid down onto my cock.

Her pussy was so tight and hot I nearly came on the spot. She rode me slowly, rolling her hips, moaning in my ear. Her hands were on my chest, my hands on her ass, guiding her rhythm.

The car rocked softly as we moved.

She clenched around me, whispering, “Don’t stop… right there…”

I grabbed her waist and thrust up into her, harder, deeper. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she came, body trembling around my cock.

I flipped her over, laying her across the passenger seat, and fucked her hard, gripping her legs wide open. The windows were fogged, her panties were tangled around her ankle, and her soaked moans filled the garage.

When I told her I was close, she scrambled back to my lap and took me in her mouth again. She sucked fast, both hands working me until I exploded in her throat. She swallowed every drop, licked her lips, and leaned back, breathless.

We cleaned up quickly, fixed our clothes, and rode the elevator back up in silence.

She slipped back into the bed with my roommate.

We never told him.

And we never did it again.

But that night in the car? I still feel her in my lap.