“What did you do today?” he asked to start off our conversation that night in question.

“Not much,” I responded, trying to hide my excitement about chatting with him again. “I was supposed to go see one of my friends, but my car didn’t start.”

Maybe I was more into him than he was into me. We met online via a social network that was popular at the time. It was our first time hanging out in person, and he was driving me to see one of my friends an hour and a half away. This technically was our first date, if you can even call it a date.

Really, it was just him giving me a ride. And for the record, I think he was into me. Or at least entranced by the size of my breasts. Maybe he just wasn’t into the fact that I was younger. He had just graduated college, and I was still in high school. Although one hundred percent legal in the state we were living in.

And for the record, maybe the reason I was into him was for all the wrong reasons. He was older, had tattoos, and drove a Mustang.

“That sucks,” he wrote back a minute or two later.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Was it a guy friend or a female friend?” he asked.

“A girlfriend,” I replied. “I was supposed to bring her some clothes that I had borrowed earlier this summer.”

“Do you want me to bring you to her place?” he asked.

“It’s kind of far away,” I replied.

“How far?” he asked.

“An hour and a half,” I said, expecting him to say no.

“I’m not doing anything else tonight,” he said.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

A minute later, he typed back asking for my address. A short time later, he was parked in front of my neighbor’s, and I was quietly walking down the stairs of my house.

I was dressed comfortably in running shorts and a loose t-shirt, without doing my makeup or fixing my hair. But the way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest woman in the city.

I felt his eyes on my curves as I climbed into his car. I felt multiple sensations within me. I barely knew him, and this was a bad idea. Yet, another part of me wanted to explore every inch of his body while he did the same to me.

He looked even better in person than he did in his pictures online. I couldn’t stop peeking at his muscular arm next to me and the tattoos that wrapped around it. He had a bad boy look but perfectly styled black hair.

It was pretty uneventful going there. We made small talk most of the way. We compared our favorite bands and movies. We talked about the mutual people we knew, although mostly it was he knew the older brothers and sisters of people I knew.

More than once, I caught him looking at the way my white top clung to my breasts. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the way he looked at me. He made me feel so sexy.

The stop at my friend’s house was pretty quick. Just saying hi in the front yard of her house and dropping off the clothes.

After that, we turned around and took the interstate back home. We were just on the interstate when he asked, “So, how are you going to pay for this ride?” He said it in a cool way, which made me feel so immature. Up until that point, he had been laid-back and easygoing.

“Um, I don’t know,” I said with more than a little awkwardness. “I didn’t bring any money.” I hadn’t brought any cash; I didn’t even have my wallet or even any pockets in my shorts.

“I don’t want your money,” he said.

“What do you want?” I said after a moment of hesitation. I had a feeling that I knew the answer without him even having to say it.

He looked over at me, then looked me up and down. “Blowjob,” he said, and it wasn’t a question; it was more like he was telling me the price.

Part of me was shocked. He didn’t seem like that kind of guy. He’d never talked like that in our chats. But a small part of me was turned on that he thought I was that kind of girl. “I never have…” I started.

“You’ve never given a blowjob? I doubt that,” he said, cutting me off.

“I mean, I’ve never given one in a car,” I clarified.

“We can change that,” he said.

“I’ve never even given oral outside of a bedroom or a living room,” I said, trying to sound cool and relaxed, like it was no big deal, but my tone was definitely the opposite.

“We have to change that,” he said.

I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Yet giving a blowjob in some place so public felt wrong and made me feel nervous. Yet I was so turned on. Plus, I didn’t want to disappoint him. “Where will you park?” I asked, because he couldn’t just park on the side of the highway; someone would see us or a cop would stop wondering why we were parked there in the middle of the night.

“I was thinking you could do it while I was driving,” he said.

Before I could object, he lowered his zipper and used his other hand to pull his half-erect cock out.

My heart skipped a beat. My face felt flushed. I almost said no. But I didn’t. I looked around to make sure there were no cars coming up in the other lane. I looked around for reasons why I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t find any.

Awkwardly, I tried to lean over to his side of the car, but the seatbelt got in my way. I undid it, then leaned over the center console.

My mind kept telling me to stop, but I didn’t. My brain stopped working, and my body took over.

I lowered my mouth to his cock and took him tightly in between my lips. There was no teasing or foreplay; I just wanted to pleasure him, and I wanted to be quick about it so that we wouldn’t get caught.

As I was down there, his cock in my mouth, I was trying to remember how tinted his windows were. They didn’t seem that very dark, and the highway was well-lit. Yet I didn’t stop.

I slid my lips up and down his semi-hard cock. What was soft quickly started to become hard in my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I was so nervous, but so excited.

The only sounds came from the car on the highway, the motor, the radio playing pop rock music, and the slurping of my mouth on his cock.

He put his hand on my back, then into my shirt. As I worked his cock with my mouth, his hand found my breast through the padding of my bra. He squeezed at first, roughly fondling me. Then his fingers found my nipple, and I felt my heart skip a beat again.

He was fully rock-hard now, his shaft sliding through my soft, wet lips quickly. My head bobbed up and down as I ran my lips up and down on him.

I heard another vehicle, a truck probably, and I froze. I realized he was passing it. Would they be able to see in?

“Don’t stop,” he said with a raspy voice.

Against my better judgment, I didn’t stop. I kept going, giving him what he wanted as we passed the other vehicle. Could they see? Did they see?

I only stopped briefly to change my position to give myself more support with my arm. Then I went faster and faster.

“Yes,” he started to say over and over, and I knew what was coming next.

I didn’t want his cum in my mouth, but there was no other choice.

He groaned and grunted, then the hot cum shot into my mouth. It was gross, sour, salty, and bitter. I wanted to spit it out. I almost gagged, but I kept my mouth attached to his cock, taking all of his cum.

I took my lips off of him but was careful not to lose any cum, so it wouldn’t get on his clothes or his car. I sat up and swallowed it, which made me want to gag again. It made me wish that I had something to drink to chase away the flavor.

I could taste it and smell it for the rest of the ride. More than that, I felt dirty and a little ashamed about what I had done. Yet turned on at the same time. And when he asked me to do the same a few nights later, this time in the parking lot of the mall where I worked, I did it.

Maybe it was to pay for the ride home he would later give me.

Maybe because I was a slut, although at the time I would’ve never classified myself as that.

That night in the mall parking lot, I didn’t even hesitate. Over multiple nights, I gave him blowjobs there until my car got fixed and I could drive myself home. Yet it didn’t stop then. There was the parking lot of the park near my house a few times after that, and a couple of other places. I think I was more turned on by the locations than by him. He just wanted the blowjobs.