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We didn’t go straight there – wherever there was. She asked me to show her around the town – the places I’d worked, the spots I’d hung out. There wasn’t much to show, since I hadn’t done much after the university. I didn’t really hang out. I didn’t even move more than a few blocks away from the dorm.
She said she was dressed for school anyway, so we spent most of our time driving slowly down the campus roads while I pointed out some of the departments I’d studied in, talked about classes I’d had, papers I’d written, books I’d read. She didn’t have to keep asking questions after the first hour – I just kept talking. I realized I was probably boring her when she started to twirl her pigtail around her finger, but she only shook her head and smiled when I asked.
I didn’t take her by any of my recent jobs. I didn’t want to see any of those people again, not like this. We did, however, visit the drive-through of the old burger joint I worked at my freshman year. She ordered a single chocolate malt with two straws. The look on the face of the pimply kid at the window as Jane leaned out of the car to pay was priceless. She must have said something to him; I didn’t hear it, but his face turned red and she was grinning again when she settled back into her seat.
*
It was late afternoon when she finally decided to head into the city. “It’s about an hour and a half home from here, and now that I don’t have to worry about embarrassing you around someone you know, I’ve got to get out of these things.” She stopped the car at an empty yellow-light intersection and pulled on the parking brake. “I like what bras do for my figure, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to wearing panties.” She kicked a heel up onto the dash, then shifted in her seat as she rolled the panties off her cheeks and stretched them over the cuffs of her boots. She tucked her legs back under the steering wheel and slid the panties the rest of the way to her heels. By the time the light turned green, she had her eyes back on the road and was placing the panties in my hand.
“Should I put them in your purse?”
“No… you can keep them. For the rest of your life.”
She meant it as a joke, but I didn’t feel like a chuckle. I leaned against the door and watched the road streak by out the dark window as we sped onto the highway. The song on the radio ended, and the new tune was blaringly inappropriate, but neither of us changed the channel. The air was thick, and the car – even as large as it was – felt cramped.
“It would turn me on if you tasted them.”
I raised a brow at her, and she laughed away the heaviness between us. “Don’t be so shy! It’s cute, but only at first.”
I settled back into the seat, glanced over to look at her, then looked down at the panties in my hand.
“We’ll have to cure you of that shyness, and soon. It’s worth getting past, you know – even if it’s only for your last few days. You’ll never be comfortable with yourself as long as you see yourself from the outside in. You’ll never know what you really want. I, on the other hand, know just what I want – I want you to suck on my panties.” She grinned at me. “Go on.”
I folded the stirrup into a ball and stuck it in my mouth. They were still cool, damp, and salty, but they also had the bitter-flat tang of sex.
Her head turned toward me, but her eyes flicked between my mouth and the road. Her lips parted as she watched me, and her tongue rubbed beneath her teeth. “You got me juicy back in town, when you were telling me about your classes at the University. I was never good at classes. I was a daydreamer. But it turned me on to see you so passionate about something. Even remembering it turns me on. See?” She grabbed my hand and placed it beneath her skirt, clinching my wrist between her thighs. I didn’t think I was that passionate about school, but I also didn’t think it was the time to argue details. We weren’t really strangers any more, so I cupped her, and my middle finger slipped inside easily. “Good.” She squirmed in her seat to give me an easier angle, and opened her legs to me.
I had always been good with my hands, I thought, and within a few moments she was moaning and cooing. “You know,” she managed, between biting her lip and squeezing her legs shut again, trapping me comfortably inside her. “You know, I’m psychic.”
“What do you mean … you can see the future? Or you can tell what I’m thinking.” My words came out unevenly. I was concentrating on other things, after all.
“Both… I can tell what you’re going to be thinking.” She flicked the turn signal and drifted toward an off ramp several miles outside of town. “You’re going to be thinking about how wet I am, and how much you want to taste me – and not just my panties. You’re going to be thinking about what a schoolgirl like me might do to a smart boy like you for help with her homework. You’re going to be thinking about me stopping my car and dropping your seat back, climbing up on your face until I’m moaning, and just maybe turning around and giving you the best blowjob you’ve ever had, while I grind your head into the headrest. Especially once you know that I scouted out this little dark turnoff up ahead, and that one of the best features of this car is how comfortable that seat is when it’s laid back flat.” She watched me from the corner of her eyes and bit her lip to hide a grin. She knew she was right.
