She managed to coax into her backseat, gently pulling you onto her lap and gripping your hips to make sure you didn’t run away. But how could you even begin to think things like that when Abby tasted your tongue in extreme amounts of depth, never letting a drop of saliva fall from your mouth before catching it with her lips. Kissing you was the equivalent of a wine tasting for Abby, squeezing your hips to catch the little hitch in your breathing that made the kiss taste so much sweeter.

“You look pretty tonight,” Abby breathed into you, her fingers finding its way underneath your top to ghost her fingertips on her bare skin.

A soft sigh left your lips. “Yeah?” you responded. “As opposed to every other night that you have me? Tonight is when I look pretty?”

Abby sucked on her teeth. “You know what I mean,”

A simple trip to the movies with your fuck buddy was bound to take a turn like this.

You judged by the way she handled you that she planned to take you all the way tonight. The way that your fellow movie-goers walked by the car you were occupying made your skin crawl. Your peripheral vision slightly distorted their faces into ones of judgment. You squirmed uncomfortably in Abby’s lap.

“What if people see…?” you asked, a slight whine teetering on the edge of your voice. The darkness of the evening provided a shield from potential onlookers, but your uneasiness still crawled deep within you.

Abby took notice of you trying to catch glimpses of outside the car and caught your jaw in a firm grip in her hand, forcing you to look at her. “They’re not gonna see us, pretty girl,” she said, her tone cascading your brain and slowly making you lose your ability to make judgements. “This parking lot will be cleared out in no time. I just need you, please?”

Please.

An awkward shuffling on the seats, Abby’s hands lifting up your skirt and pulling your panties to the side, and her fingers teasing your slit and gathering your wetness on her hand. You were bent over the back seat, face first into the rearview mirror that made you immediately hide yourself from the oncoming public. You opted in for taking in the view of the floor of the trunk

You heard the unzipping of Abby’s jeans, quickly followed by the all too familiar feeling of her strap slowly intruding your pussy. Your hands found purchase on the back of the seats, eyes slowly rolling back as you became more and more full.

“Fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” Abby teased from behind you, the little chuckle at the edge of her question making you whimper involuntarily. “Bet you didn’t get this wet for that micro-dick loser you fucked last week, huh?”

No, you didn’t. Couldn’t even bring yourself to fake it for that guy you already forgot the name of.

You couldn’t get this slippery and messy for anyone except her.

The gradual increase of her thrusts had you making you noise for her in no time. Her hand, ever present on the small of your back, forced you to arch more for her, move in time with her strokes. The general public walked past the truck, not giving a single glance to the lewd, taboo acts being performed in the old vehicle. You prayed that they couldn’t hear the increasing volume of your pathetic whimpers, and the wet slaps of Abby’s strap pouncing your weeping cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth fell open, and your head lolled back as your friend fucked you so, so good.

You hated to admit that you genuinely needed your pussy pounded like this. It had been way too fucking long.

“Fuck, baby,” Abby hissed in response to the sheer pornographic nature of how she was using your body. “Making such a mess. My pretty girl making a pretty mess just for me…”

You whined, and even though you couldn’t see it, you could see it in your mind the shit-eating grin plastered on her face. “Gonna cum? Do it. Cum in front of all these people,”

And you did, crying out without a single concern for who could possibly hear your cries of pure pleasure. Tremors and shockwaves rocked your body, pussy pulsating and contracting around your friend’s silicone cock.

“That’s my pretty girl…” Abby whispered, leaning forward to gently kiss at the backs of your shoulders and the side of your neck, letting your breath and heartbeat die down to a more tolerable level before you could speak.

“Thank you,” was the only thing you could manage to whisper as you felt her love on your body post-fuck.

With a simple crane of your neck you turned and your lips gently met Abby’s, who kept her cock still buried deep within your pussy. You wanted to say something, wanted to tell her to slip out of you so you two could clean up and have her take you home. But instead, you said nothing.

Just the little breathless thank you.

Abby kept her face close to yours, gently soothing her hands on your body and breathing into your shoulder.

“What’s on your mind right now?” she asked you, softly, pressing kisses onto your cheek and temple.

“Hm…” you hummed, clearly indicating that no critical thought was in your fucked-out brain.

Abby just chuckled, kissing you again.

“You in love with me yet?” she asked you. And even though the question was asked in a joking manner, it still made your brain stir with answers.

You decided not to dwell on the question moving forward.