"That was fun yesterday."
Kristen flexed her toes, enjoying the feel of thin leather trying to stretch around her skin. The tightness felt good, it felt natural, and she reveled in it. The car jerked to a stop at a red light and she reached down to pull her seat lever up, sliding her chair back an inch for comfort.
"Yeah, picnics don't suck."
Her boyfriend, Jake, was in the passenger seat, reclining back slightly, with an arm out the window as he tapped his fingers to the sound of a local band playing on their mp3 player through the buzzing speakers. His large feet were wrapped in a fraying pair of Vans ad black socks that trailed up long legs that disappeared into bulky cargo shorts. The lanky teen absentmindedly brought a big hand over his crotch, squeezing gently, and went back to tapping out to the rhythm. The motion did not go unnoticed as Kristen glanced over to smile at the bulge that lay there, watching it throb gently before bringing her eyes back to the road.
"I just wish Melissa had come," Jake shrugged, "Matt can be a dick, but he tries so hard to impress her. Guy deserves a break."
His head turned to glance out the window, green leaves on tall trees gliding by as the car began to roll once more. He wore a black tank top, matching the style of Kristen's, but the hem of his had ridden up slightly, exposing the toned muscles of his stomach. He shifted about, uncomfortable without really knowing or caring why. The motion spread his thighs apart a few inches wider, causing that bulge to rise a bit more.
"I bet Monica's glad Melissa didn't show up."
"Why?" Jake arched an eyebrow with a curled smile. "Does Monica want a shot at Matt?"
"You know fucking well where Monica's heart lies," Kristen laughed, her breasts heaving, and causing her nipples to stiffen as they rubbed against her tight shirt, "and all she got was mini-Melissa, Haley."
Looking both ways at a four-way stop, Kristen stepped on the accelerator and started to climb the hill up Elm street. When the car hit it's stride, she casually reached over to the top of her boyfriend's waistband and began to dutifully search for the copper tab at the top of his zipper. He felt her fingers on his crotch and leaned back slightly to allow her better access with a contented sigh.
"Haley is a good kid, she's cute. She'll make a good cheerleader, make her sister proud."
The music died down just in time for the sound of Jake's fly being unzipped to fill the cabin. Every metal tine ripped apart with a solid bump as the bulge behind began to bloom it's way upward. The dull white of his underwear rose up from the spreading lapels like rising dough and Jake let out a light groan. Long fingers, smooth and nimble, gently began to massage that bulge.
"Still, fun picnic, we need to do that again."
"Yeah, uh ... think the ... the sun ... mmm ... will be out next ... *moan* ... weekend?"
Kristen could feel that bulge growing under her touch, the warm flesh trapped beneath that cotton prison awakening from it's slumber to come to life. It swelled and throbbed, pushing out into her grasping fingers, and slowly grew bigger ... and bigger.
"We should be so lucky," Kristen nibbled on her lower lip, shifting in her seat and feeling the denim of her shorts squeeze her thighs and butt, "let me just help you out here, baby."
Jake's head tilted back and he let out a heavy groan as the girl he lusted after pulled the band off from over his crotch and his immense penis jumped free. Huge, but still obviously soft, it flopped back on to his belly, a thick and long snake that reached far passed the teen's navel. The tip was bulbous and round, the wrinkled skin already starting to shine as it fattened and bloated. Kristen wasted no time stroking the length of his meaty shaft, her long fingers unable to encircle his girth, slowly and gently jerking him into erection.
"Come to ... *uh* ... think about it ... giving Monica, mmm ... another shot might be ... AHH! ... better than ... Matt."
The cock pulsed, pushing Kristen's fingers apart, and the club-like appendage began to stand up on it's own. The curve in the shaft began to straighten, and thick veins started to marble out across it's surface.
"True, either way we're gonna have to tell Melissa that she missed out."
The car came to a stop, Kristen pressing her foot down on the emergency brake. Her toes bulged over the bases of her sandals, a slight bit further than they had when she first put them on that morning. Glancing down at her handiwork with obvious pride, she saw Jake's huge penis jutting through his fly. Almost a full foot in length, it bobbed steadily with the beat of his heart, the fat tip the size and color of a small plum. The slit kept puckering open and closing, a wet dribble of his precum starting to ooze forth.
And Kristen continued to slowly jerk his large size in her warm hand.
"Hello there, Kristen. How are you, Jake?"
"Oh, hey, Mr. Wilson."
The security guard was at the driver's window, nodding with a bemused smile. Jake was only able to swallow in response as Kristen turned to smile, her hand not even pausing in it's work. A thicker stream of the boy's pleasure was starting to slide down his glans to moisten the girl's long fingers.
"Classes will be starting soon, better get to it."
"We will, Mr. Wilson."
And with that, the older guard stood up, tapping his clip board as he turned to walk away, pausing only to point and shout towards the school lockers 50 yards away.
"Don't think I don't see you two over there. There's no kissing on school property! Save that until you get home."
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