Boy Meets Girl

Emboldened by his younger brother's success in having reached first base with his date, Brad squeezed Stephanie's breast. Dave smiled at the sound of the slap that Stephanie administered, followed by an irate reprimand. "How dare you?"

"I thought--"

"You thought what?"

"Well, Jenny's removed her top, and she's let Dave--"

"What the hell are you doing?" Stephanie demanded. "Spying on your brother and my sister?"

"I couldn't help but catch a glimpse in the rear-view."

"You could have if you hadn't been looking in the mirror!"

"Steph, let's not fight."

"What my sister does or doesn't do is her business."

"Okay, okay."

"But that doesn't mean I will follow suit."

"I didn't say it did."

"You implied it."

"How?"

"When you groped my breast, I told you to keep your hands to yourself, and you said, and I quote, 'Well, Jenny's removed her top, and she's let Dave.'"

"I'm sorry, all right?"

"If we weren't with Jenny and Dave, I'd make you take me home."

"I am sorry. Really. Forgive me?"

Stephanie flashed him a smile. "Only if you promise to kiss and make up."

Puckering his lips, Brad moved bowed toward her face.

She held up a forefinger, stopping him. "And promise not to spy on my sister again."

"I promise."

His lips met hers.

For a while, the interior of the automobile was quiet except for sighs, heavy breathing, and an occasional moan.

Outside, the full moon moved against the stars.

Having scooted as far back on her side of the back seat as possible, Jenny had managed to bend far forward at the waist, her golden hair spilling over Dave's lower belly and upper thighs as, parting her lips, she took his erect cock into the warm-soft-wetness of her mouth. Although her position was awkward, due to the close confines of the space in which she worked, she was exceedingly graceful, the occasional slurping sounds she made as she sucked his prick notwithstanding.