She didn't really want another beer, but she wanted to get Bobby's mind off sex.
Bobby sighed and reached into the back of the car for another beer.
The windows of the car were open and she could hear the soft sound of the river down below them. They were parked in a wooded area off the road, just a few miles from her house. She looked at the car clock and saw that it was barely past ten. She wasn't due home for another couple of hours. That would give Bobby plenty of time if he got carried away.
"Here," Bobby said.
He popped the cap on the beer and handed it to her. His voice sounded angry and she really didn't want him angry at her.
"Now honey," she said softly. "Don't be mad at me. Can I help it if I'm just not in the mood."
"You're not in the mood a lot of times lately," he said bitterly. "I'm beginning to think I'd be better off taking out your friend Diane."
"Fat chance you'd have with her." Debbie giggled. "You'd never put a hand on her. She's the original prude."
"Maybe," he said. "But you ever noticed her eyes? She's got hot eyes. Like she's about to erupt or something."
Debbie sipped her beer. She didn't like him talking about Diane. She was jealous of Diane anyway. Diane was prettier and smarter. She had a sudden sick feeling when she thought of Bobby going out with Diane. Maybe she should be just a little nicer to him.
"Kiss me a little," she told him.
He was more than willing. His mouth was hot as he pressed it down on hers. His tongue probed at her mouth and she opened her lips. His tongue tasted salty as it pressed deep into her mouth. She responded by wiggling her tongue against his. Once more he was getting strongly aroused. She could feel his muscles tensing as his arms went around her shoulders and crushed her tighter against him. His hand dropped to her thigh again.
"No," she moaned, but this time her protest was weak and his hand snaked between her thighs. He was nearly at her panties. His hot hand started squeezing her flesh.
"No," she said weakly. "Don't, Bobby. Please don't, Bobby. Please don't."
She almost spilled her beer on him. He pulled back and took her beer out of her lifeless fingers. He dropped it out the open window.
His hand still squeezed her thigh. His mouth pressed back on hers again. His kisses seemed to drain her will to resist. She kept thinking about her reputation, but her body quivered under his caresses.
"Baby," Bobby said softly. "Let me feel your tits. Let me play with them a little."
"No, Bobby," she moaned.
He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and tugged it upward. She tried to resist but couldn't. He dropped the sweater on the car seat. She felt the air on her bare flesh where her titties poked out of the bra. He reached behind her back again and tried to undo her bra.
"No," she moaned. "No, please don't."
He got it undone and she struggled weakly as he pulled the bra off her. Then her bare tits were exposed to his eyes and to his hands. She shivered as his fingers caressed her creamy mounds.
"Stop, Bobby," she begged him.
"You know you like it," he said. "You know you do. I'm going to kiss you there."
"Oh, no."
She grabbed at his wavy hair but it was too late. She felt his lips on her titties. She groaned softly as his lips sucked at her tender flesh. She felt her nipples become two hard, aching points.
"See," Bobby said softly. "I told you that you'd like it. I knew you would!"
His lips circled her nipple and he began to suck hard on it. A low gasp escaped her throat as she felt her pussy tingling hotly. This time she couldn't help but spread her thighs slightly and his hand took advantage. His hand went immediately to her soft cunt and he started rubbing her there. Another moan escaped her throat.
"No," she said. "Oh Bobby, you have to stop. Please stop, Bobby!"
There was no sense begging him. Bobby had already gotten farther than he'd ever gotten with her and he had no intention of stopping. He could feel her quivering under his fingers and knew she was getting turned on. He started rubbing her harder and he felt her panties getting a little wet under his touch.
"Oh my God! Bobby," she said softly.
"I love to touch you," Bobby said. "You feel nice in my hand. I love to kiss your titties. They're so soft and tasty. I love them!"
She was completely out of control. Gone were all thoughts of her reputation. The only thing she was aware of was experiencing hot spasms of desire.
He started moving his mouth from one hard nipple to the other. His mouth kept sucking more and more of her creamy flesh into his mouth. He started biting gently and this caused her to push against his hand.
"I'm going to take your panties of," he said.
"No," she begged him, but even then she was lifting up her ass so that he could get hold of the flimsy material.
In a moment he was sliding them down her legs and she kicked them off. Her pussy was exposed to his greedy hand and he shoved it against her immediately.
"Oh," she said. "What are you doing?"
Bobby wasn't completely sure that Debbie was the innocent girl she claimed, but that didn't matter. He was sure after that night she wasn't going to be innocent anymore.
He felt her squirm against the seat as he ran one finger up and down the entrance to her slit. She was soft down there and he liked the feelings her furry cunt gave him. He carefully parted her cunt lips and pushed one finger inside. He found that he didn't have to be so careful. Her aunt was already hot and juicy. His finger went in deep and a soft moan came from her throat.
Now he knew she was no virgin and there was nothing that could stop him now. He pushed her back against the car door as he slipped two fingers into her. He began to move his finger in and out, loving the way her ass squirmed. Soft moaning sounds broke from her throat.
"Like that, sugar?" he asked.
"God yes, baby," she answered. "God yes, I love it. I love your fingers!"
He laughed roughly and she knew he was laughing at her. She had a feeling that she would get a new reputation by the end of the week.
Round-heels Debbie, she'll put out for anybody. Just pat her on the ass and she'll roll over for you. She didn't give a damn. She was hungry for the thing that only Bobby could give her.
She reached for his crotch and heard his gasp of surprise. He hadn't expected her to be that forward, but she was cock-crazy and ready for him now.
"I want you," she whispered. "I want your big cock inside me."
He raised up and he quickly started undoing his belt. He was nervous and fumbled with his belt. Finally she did it for him. She found herself surprisingly calm as she undid his trousers, perhaps since she was no longer fighting her desire. She knew she was going to get fucked and was looking forward to it.
She unzipped his trousers and helped him pull his trousers down around his knees. She traced his hard cock, still bunched in his shorts, with her fingertips.
"Ummm," she shivered. "That feels really hard, Bobby. Nice and hard."