June 12th

Mandy laid down a towel on the middle seat and slid over next to me. The car was swampy from the combination of baking in the hot summer sun all day and the addition of our not quite dry bodies. My trunks remained slightly damp from loading up our picnic equipment into the boat upriver but they were a welcome relief from the triple digit heat.
I held up two icy cans of Coke that I had snagged from the ice chest and she took one from me as she settled in. We popped them open in unison and sipped. The ice cold condensation on the can mixed with the taste of the soda to produce that perfect summertime effect that marketing execs always seem to try to capture when they're pushing Coke.
Mandy closed her eyes as she sipped. She also hadn't yet dried entirely after her last swim. Her black bikini top showed through as triangle wet patches on her chest under her white T-shirt. Her chest pushed out slightly as she brought the can to her mouth. Her black hair clung to her shoulders.
The pair of shorts she was wearing that day always drove me wild. They were a slightly olive tinted light tan with a lace-up front. They were short enough that the sides rode up to make a wide "V" when she was standing facing me and tight enough with a perfectly placed seam such that the "V" had a perfect "w" with the smallest of gaps in the middle. They weren't decent enough to ever wear to class but not so indecent that she wouldn't wear them as a swimsuit coverup on a boating trip with my family. She knew they drove me wild. The high pockets on the back made her ass look particularly perky and I'm certain that's why she picked them for our trip that day. She had hastily thrown them on after her last swim but even though her bikini bottoms were no doubt still wet underneath, the parachute material they were made of betrayed no signs of wetness whatsoever.
Around everyone else Mandy was a shy and bookish girl. Along with it came that hidden sex kitten streak that shy bookish girls often have. She didn't grow up popular or style herself after popular trends. Any sexual attention she got from me always seemed to be incredibly novel to her; almost like an experiment that she wanted to observe and catalogue. We met over our love for video games. Around me she delighted happy to explore her sexuality, even if it was a new frontier for her. To outside observers it must have seemed like it was me pushing the borders, but Mandy was always happy to reciprocate and throw in some boundary pushing of her own.
We sat in the backseat in relative silence for a few minutes enjoying our drinks as my dad finished securing the boat on the trailer and my mom finished arranging everything so it wouldn't blow out while we careened down the freeway. It was a bit too warm to put my arm around her and I settled instead to sit and admire the beads of sweat forming on her inner thighs. A caught myself glancing at the seam of her shorts. When her legs were together her shorts and legs outlined a perfect little triangle of space. I felt myself stir at the image of her shorts hugging her so tightly. I tried to ignore it. We were both exhausted from the day. The kind of exhausted you get where neither of you needs to say "I'm exhausted," it's just understood.
Sitting in the car letting the heat of the day wash over us it really felt like the weight of the last few months was catching up to me. There was the winter formal, college visits, scholarship applications, prom and finally graduation. It seemed certain that life was about to change for both of us in a big way.
The silence was broken by my parents entering the car. They asked if we were ready to leave and I lazily agreed holding up my drink. My dad cranked on the AC, and pulled away from the loading area at the top of the boat ramp and on to the highway.
The first five minutes of the drive were mostly quiet except for the roaring air conditioner struggling against the dominating heat, but eventually modern technology won out and began to make the interior of our suburban livable.
Mandy snuggled into me. The air conditioning blowing on her damp clothes made her chilly, despite the heat outside. She crossed her left leg over her right and angled her body towards mine. I put my arm around her shoulders and she sunk into me. She rested her head on my shoulder and her hair fell wetly against my neck. The skin of her forearm had goose prickles as the icy AC blew on to her. I shifted from underneath her and reached into the back seat, grabbing a red plaid wool blanket to drape over us before settling back in.
It probably seemed a little silly to be under a blanket in the summer but Mandy was cold, and it seemed like as good of an excuse as any to get a little privacy. She said "thanks" and pulled the blanket up to her neck while my arm went back around her shoulders. She leaned into me, half laying across me and my hand came to a rest on her outer thigh.
The feel of the hem of her shorts snapped my memory back by a month. It was the weekend after Tuzla Escort graduation. We were watching a movie in her room sitting on her bed and she had snuggled up next to me. Leaning into me eventually became laying across my lap serpentine with her knees tucked up. Gravity had naturally my put my hand on her thigh.
She had been wearing terry cloth shorts that night and the palm of my hand had been resting on the hem with my fingers touching the skin of her leg. I completely lost all track of whatever we were watching as I tried to curl my fingers as slowly as I could, curling them under her hem over the course of ten minutes. I thought I was being so incredibly sneaky moving that slowly. I was so convinced of my stealth that once I had three fingers inside her shorts it took me by surprise when she adjusted her position, rolling her lower half back towards my hand. I suppressed the urge to jerk my hand away knowing that any sudden movement would surely give away my intrusion. My hand remained in place as her hips rotated under me, and followed her hem until my knuckles came to a rest on the warm skin of her hip, my fingertips touching the forbidden hem of her panties.
Her expression didn't change. Her eyes remained fixed on the TV, her head propped up by her hand with her on her elbow on her bed next to my hip. My mind raced in half panic half arousal. I knew I had crossed a line that I didn't have a great way out of. I could feel myself begin to harden which further added to my panic. Could she feel it in her armpit? Was she ok with it? We had talked extensively about our plans to wait for marriage no matter how hard that would be, but this was a definite grey area. My brain started playing out all the different ways the night could go - I wanted to touch her. I wanted to push the boundaries a bit further, but I worried she would get freaked out by hardness poking into her armpit. We had made out a lot over the last few months, but she hadn't come into contact with me hard just yet and I was worried how she might react to that. I had to plot my escape. I couldn't just excuse myself to the bathroom in case she could feel how my body was reacting and might suspect that I was "taking care of things" on my own.
There was something grotesquely embarrassing to me about her thinking I was masturbating in her bathroom. I mean, she obviously had to know I masturbated. I'm a guy. We had discussed it. But to have her suspect I was doing it just across the hall because I'm some creep who can't keep it down after a little bit of pressure from her laying on me? That would be mortifying.
I turned my predicament over in my head and arrived at a plan to fake a sneeze which would quickly bring my hand back into the neutral zone. I was faking my big inhale when she turned her head ever so slightly toward me and our eyes met. I knew in that moment that I was busted. Her eyes went from mine down to my hand. Her knees fell open.
Neither of us watched the movie much after that. She took my hand and guided it between her legs, using her fingers on top of mine to show me where to press. Her shorts were thin enough I could feel the heat radiating out of her. She showed me how to make little circles, and once I had the rhythm and pressure down she let go of my hand and closed her eyes.
Her breathing was shallow and quick. Her hips gyrated in rhythm with my fingers increasing pace as her breathing quickened in turn. I flexed my glutes as well underneath her, pushing my now painfully hard dick pathetically into her armpit. She didn't seem to mind or even give any indication that she noticed. Her eyes were closed and her body was beginning to involuntarily convulse. I was so mesmerized by her quivering and reaction to my rubbing that my orgasm snuck up on me. I stayed as still as I could as I shot helplessly into my underwear. If she did notice she never told me.
The following few weeks were a flurry of exploration for us. We had lots of "movie nights" that were really just vague cover to hang out in her room and have over-the-clothes groping sessions. We rubbed, pinched and even dry humped a couple of times; nothing we did would violate our premarital sex vow, but we were definitely exploring the boundaries of what we were comfortable with.
When we weren't together we were talking dirty to each other on the phone; we talked about all of the things we would do to each other someday. We took every chance we could to push the boundaries just a little bit more. We talked about each of our first times exploring our own bodies; we discussed what felt good and what didn't, what turned us on and what didn't.
I nervously told her about some of the porn I had watched. She hadn't watched any herself and was particularly curious about the topic. I told her about times with my best friend growing up where we would stay up past midnight watching Cinemax and it would turn into a porn station. She had grilled me on this wanting all of the details about how we watched it. Gebze Escort Could we see each other? Did we finish? I left out some of the finer details out of embarrassment but her enthusiasm for the topic was a massive turn on.
I eventually even shared with her that I had watched porn of girls peeing themselves - and that the thought of desperation and accidents were huge turn ons for me. She reassured me that there were probably much weirder things I could have been into and that she would happily do it for me someday. The fantasy of that possibility alone was enough to fill my spank bank for a lifetime.
Our adventures in her room away from her parents prying eyes was one thing but now we were in the backseat of my parents car. This was another situation entirely. Hormones got the better of me. Just two nights prior I had finally built up the courage to touch her under her panties. It was hot in my mind I wanted - no, needed - to feel her wetness on my fingers again.
I glanced at the rear view mirror. My dad was intently watching the road paying us no attention or at least little enough so that we had the illusion of privacy. We were sitting directly behind my mom so she was less of a problem. Between that and the blanket, the coast seemed clear. I had a green light to proceed.
I worked my fingers under the hem of her tight shorts, just as I had the first time. She didn't react. That was normal; she didn't always react right away. It was like a little game we would play. She would play like she didn't notice until she got revved up enough that she couldn't resist.
I played under her hem for a few moments to test the waters and then brought my arm from behind her and back under the blanket so that I could reach her lap. As I did this she looked up at me and her eyes got wide. I just assumed she was feeling a little sheepish on how close we were sitting to my parents but I gave her a smile and set to work.
I placed my hand between her thighs and began working my way north. The progress was slower than I anticipated. I had really expected her to open her legs slightly so I could get to her crotch but the way was closed. She clamped her thighs together and gripped my arm with her hands tightly. She looked up at me with scolding eyes while biting her lip.
I smirked back and continued to apply pressure upwards. She relented, rolled her eyes and opened her legs ever so slightly, allowing me to reach the promised land. Once I did however her thighs clamped back down on my hand not giving me the room I needed to work.
I could feel her pulse through her shorts as her legs tightened around my fingers. My palm rested on her pubic mound as I traced the seam of her shorts up and down, doing my best with my limited range of movement to tickle her labia as they stretched tightly against the two thin layers of fabric. I heard a small gasp escape her lips, almost imperceptible, but I couldn't do much more with her legs so tightly closed. I couldn't explore or maneuver a finger up the leg of her shorts. There just wasn't enough room to work.
I glanced into the rear view mirror again, just to make sure that my dad wasn't any the wiser. He didn't seem to be.
Touching between Mandy's legs had awakened my own sex, almost by reflex. I could feel myself beginning to swell under board shorts. I wished she would let go of my arm and start rubbing me as well but she remained locked in, the only movements she made were tiny hip thrusts against my hand and her thighs squeezing my fingers tightly. She loved to tease me like that. She knew the longer she made me wait to feel any stimulation the quicker she could make me finish, and that seemed to be a real turn on for her. Not that finishing in this situation would have been ideal at all. I was pent up from a day of watching her frolic in the waves and lounge in her bikini. I didn't typically wear underwear under my board shorts and finishing now would be absolutely disastrous in terms of dealing with the messy consequences.
Consequences be damned. I tried playing with the leg of her shorts attempting to wordlessly signal to her that I wanted to wiggle a finger underneath but the fabric had no give to it, and they were too tight to effectively maneuver without her help and she was giving none.
My own arousal started to get the better of me. It felt like I had a gallon of cum inside of me driving my actions. I knew it wouldn't give me immediate relief but I needed to feel her. I wanted my fingers to feel her wetness and get pruned like they had a couple of nights ago. I knew going in from below wasn't going to happen. I removed my hand from between her legs and positioned it above her waistband.
I knew I was playing with fire. Her shorts were lace up, but underneath the laces were Velcro. This would be a sensitive operation that would require both of us to pull off without making noise.
I tugged at her laces, undoing their bow, and then positioned my hand flat on her tummy above her Aydınlı Escort waistband creeping my fingers downward. Her eyes got wide again and she let out a small protest whimper while shaking her head no. I shot back my best "it'll be fine" look and started pressing down on her belly to give myself some room to work to get underneath her waistband. When I pressed, she flinched backwards.
"Stop it, I have to pee so bad!" She mouthed desperately. It wasn't even loud enough to register as a whisper but her message was loud and clear. I stopped pressing down and her body relaxed slightly. She exhaled in relief.
"Really?" I mouthed back. I'm sure the expression on my face was probably less sympathetic than it should have been. I was more concerned with finding my own release than her holding on.
"Yeah. Really really bad." The surprise of the moment had snapped me back into reality. I could see she was breathing hard and her expression wasn't actually one of teasing, it was of concern.
It stopped me right in my tracks. My mind raced. The initial shock of the moment actually caused me to forget my arousal momentarily, until she grabbed my hand from its position on her tummy and placed it back between her legs. She squeezed my hand with hers, and I reciprocated by holding her tightly through her shorts. She clamped back down on my fingers hard with her thighs.
We rode like that in silence for a few minutes: my fingers gripping into the seam of her shorts, her hand resting on top of mine. She didn't move except for the occasional squeeze from her thighs or small hip thrust adjustment. I did my best to remain dead still. I started doing math in my head. We probably still had 45 minutes of driving left. Just how desperate was she?
She didn't make any indication of an impending accident though. She just gripped my arm tightly with her free hand and remained as still as possible still next to me.
Her hand and body relaxed slightly as we settled in to the car ride. With her body relaxing as it was I waited expectantly half hoping that she would remember what she had promised and that I would feel a small trickle of warmth spread over my fingers. The intensity of those first few moments began to wane and my dick began to soften. My excitement was replaced by anticipation which was eventually replaced by impatience.
Eventually she got quite still. Her periodic leg bounces calmed down. Her grip on my arm loosened and I suspect she fell asleep. The rest of the car ride passed fairly uneventfully. I even tried to fall asleep myself, but the awkward position my left arm was in prevented me from getting comfortable.
We pulled up to my parents driveway and I untangled myself from Mandy who sleepily yawned and stretched as I got out of the car to help my dad park the trailer. As always it was a tedious affair. A little more this way I would signal with arm motions. He would pull back out into the street and start to slowly back up again. Now a little more that way, and repeat the process. Eventually it was in the right position and he cut the engine.
Mandy clambered out of the car holding the towel she had set down in the middle seat, as well as our empty coke cans. She walked into the garage and deposited the cans in the recycle bin. I expected her to make an immediate break for the bathroom inside, but instead casually walked back to me as though nothing in the last hour had actually happened.
I asked her if she was ready for a ride home and she nodded. She said her goodbyes to my parents and loaded up into the passenger side of my Honda civic. I thought that perhaps she had passed the point of being so desperate. Sometimes when you hold it so long your body just gets used to it and it becomes easier to hold. Or maybe the situation in the car was just a clever trick to get me to stop from escalating things while we were so obviously exposed to my parents? That would have been smart. Regardless of what the situation in my parent's car was, we were alone now and only had a short drive to her house where we could park in the driveway and properly say our goodbyes.
Anticipation built over the two mile drive. We made small talk about our plans for the next day and the week ahead, but didn't breach the topic of what had happened in the suburban. I knew I would have at least a few minutes with her parked in her driveway where I could finally feel her. Blood rushed into my dick as i anticipated touching her, rubbing her, fingering her, making her shiver. I pulled into her driveway a bit faster than I should have, put the car in park and then shut off the engine.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and immediately moved my right hand to her lap as she unbuckled hers. Her knees snapped shut and she stopped me.
"Sorry, I can't. I really meant it before. I have to pee so bad." As she talked she gathered up her towel and day bag at her feet. As soon as she finished her sentence she turned to open the door an exit the car.
What I said next was possibly the boldest move I have ever made. It put myself out there in a way that I wasn't really ready for, but I didn't have time to consider the ramifications as she was already halfway out of my car. No more stretching boundaries, it was time to crash though them.