Page 33 of To Love the Stars too Fondly

My only regret lay in the angle. There was no way to utilize my tits and really give her a show. Instead, I tried motioning faster, taking the cock deeper—

“Shit. Sit up. Now.”

I obeyed, making my hair flip as dramatic as possible to distract from whatever had Alex spooked. Alex had placed her hand over the cock—and rightfully so, given she had pulled up next to a cop.

I burst into laughter. “Maybe doing this in broad daylight was a little stupid.”

“I could probably pay him off, but we’ll hit the tabloids for sure. You don’t deserve that.”

The light turned green, and Alex let the cop creep ahead. I set my hand atop hers. “Well, at least let me hold that for you,” I said, hoping my tone conveyed my wink. “It’s only polite, right?”

“Of course. Maybe lay off a bit once we get on the freeway though.”

It was all so very silly. I felt safe to just be silly. That was the strangest part of it all.

Once we were off the 101, the shift from middle class to uptown was subtle, even as I tried to decipher what it was about the whole scene that was just a little bit off.

It hit me quite suddenly: trees.

Huge, established, old trees, a dime a dozen as we entered a neighborhood. Townhouses lined the street, but not a single one was a cookie-cutter copy, no. Instead, they all had their own personality and charm and quite a bit of money put into the fine details.

I leaned back in my seat, adjusting my dress to show the lace lining of my bra. “You’re still planning to fuck my tits, right?”

“I’m planning to fuck you all sorts of places. Your mouth was just the first.”

I placed a hand on my chest in tandem with my exaggerated head shake. “Doesn’t count. Nobody came yet, remember?”

“Ah, of course, sweet Princess. How could I insult you by not making you come through uvular stimulation?”

I grinned as she pulled into a driveway, then waited for the garage to open.

Finally, we had true privacy. Excitement stirred inside me, along with claustrophobic impatience. “Then again,” I mused, “the nice thing about this dress is you don’t even need to take anything off to use me….”

The car finally shut off. The garage door lowered. The garage itself was quite expansive, easily big enough for the car doors to swing as wide and tall as they needed to for us to escape.

As I shifted, I realized just how wet my thong was. The fear that I’d dripped onto her seat paled to how delighted I suspected she’d be to find it.

Once she’d helped me out of the car, I went for her pants, desperate to stick that cock somewhere, anywhere. “Someone’s impatient,” Alex teased, but she made no move to stop me, even helped with fishing the cock out of her pants. “I have a whole bed inside, you know.”

“And we’ll get to that,” I said, then gasped as Alex shoved me against the car, pressing my chest against the window. Rough hands grabbed my ass beneath my short skirt, squeezing the tender flesh. I shivered as cool air caressed me; Alex had lifted my skirt.

“Fucking hell, your ass is tight,” she said.

“I assure you, it’s tight in every respect.”

“I have a separate cock for anal, but you’re sweet to offer.” Instead, Alex’s fingers parted the tiny string of my thong, teasing my wet folds instead. “Damn, you’re wet. You like sucking plastic dick that much?”

Before I could tease her back, I gasped at the first touch of cock to my entrance, the sensation spiking as Alex slipped smoothly inside. I winced, then immediately regretted it.

“Are you all right?” Alex asked.

“Yes,” I managed, not nearly enough blood in my head to formulate proper words. My whole world was the pressure of her in my cunt. “A bit tight.”

“I’ll go slow.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll—”

“Look at me.”