Part 1.

The thing is, up north in the winter; in a blink it is dark. I went into Whole Foods under twilight, and now that we are in the parking lot, it’s dark and raining.

“My apartment is downtown, I just walked,” he says.

Okay, I think. If he’s a serial killer he lives in a nice neighborhood. Downtown has nice apartments or nicer apartments in tall buildings.

“I drove.”

“Your place or mine?” Kevin asks sweetly.

I have already made up my mind I am going to fuck him. Fuck him hard. I am going to fuck him to forget my girlfriend broke up with me because I made the most stupid basic lesbo/bi mistake ever. It’s so prevalent it’s clichéd: I fell in love with a straight girl. I thought I could “turn her”. Fuck I was so stupid, about as stupid as some gay girl trying to “turn” me of off guys (that would come later). So this was going to be an “I am pissed” fuck. When I ovulated earlier it hurt, and made me horny as hell. Now I am on my period, and cramping. I work at not being cranky (cause that tanks your sales), but I can’t be on 100% of the day. I need to let my hair down and cut loose. I needed a good fucking.

And I really wanted the cheese wheel. He held it in his hands. Since I haven’t fucked him yet, I guess he is holding on to it.

“Your place is closer,” I answer.

I lead him to my car. He starts for the passenger door. I toss him the car keys. “You’re driving.”

“Oh, why?” he asks. He looks curious. Good.

“Cause I’m going to be playing with my breasts.”

He grins like an idiot. “Yeah!” he says. “Fuck yeah!”

We get in.

We are in my car. One hand is on my breast, playing with it, and the other is in my purse, holding on to the pepper spray. The real reason I don’t want to drive.

No sooner then we leave the parking lot we are in the typical shitty traffic.

“Let’s get down to it,” Kevin says. His voice is husky. His slacks have a huge bulge. I have talked fucked him into a tizzy.

“You have a psycho boyfriend?”

“No.”

“How old are you?”

“18.”

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck, yeah. 18!” Kevin likes them young.

The pervert.

Lucky me!

He gives me a look.

“Those stockings or hose?”

I do the hand under the blouse cha-cha and take off my bra. I pull it through my sleeve and throw it on his bulge.

“I normally wear hose to work, but these are stockings.” I hike up my skirt to show him the tops.

Kevin peels his eyes away, nostrils flaring, to look at the road again.

“You normally get it on with strangers?”

Okay Kevin, that’s not a nice question. I give him a chance to recover.

“Before I answer that, do you?“

“No. Never. You’re so hot though, I can’t help myself. It was like I am possessed or something.”

“That’s better.” I give him a look that says, I may be 18, but I know what’s what.

“Kevin, let’s be clear: You are my breakup fuck. I need you to fuck me, hard. I want that girl to be fucked out of my mind with some deep dicking. To answer your question, no. Not at all.”

“Girl?” he asks incredulously.

“Yes, I am bi. And I really want that cheese wheel,” I admit.

“What’s your name?”

“Jessica. Jessie McHottie.”

He laughs. My breasts are becoming very sensitive. I moan and squirm.

“Oh Jesus.” Kevin looks like he woke up and found himself in a porn video. He is so eager it turns me on.

We pull into one of a parking garage to one of the high-rises. He punches a code on a pad and the door opens. He parks my little car in a guest spot.

I let go of the purse and my breast. Before he can do anything, I unzip his pants with a quick yank. His dick practically jumps out. Quickly I unbuckle my seat belt and lean across, with the gear-shift poking me, and put it in my mouth.

Slurp slurp slrup. Mmmmmm thick.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” He starts to thrust.

Slurp slurp slrup. Then I spit it out. Phat-too-e!

He looks at me and his gaze is wild, predatory. His dick is throbbing. I have never seen a dick throb without coming, and it fascinates me.

I suddenly realize I must look exactly the same. My face feels hot. I have this burning ache on my breasts. I am practically panting. I bet my eyes are dilated.

He puts his dick pack in his pants and zipps, and boom! He is out of the car. I grab my purse and he opens my door.

YANK! Suddenly I am in his arms. He has picked me up completely. He is holding me and the coveted cheese wheel. He locks the door with his elbow, pushes the door closed with his foot. Kevin is a handy guy.

Now his is marching to an elevator. He gets in and stabs a button.

Then he kisses me. His tongue slides over mine, he caresses it like a dirty old man kissing the babysitter. It’s not some quick and dirty tongue stab; it’s an all-consuming caress. His mouth is hot. He has a hot mouth and

as the elevator goes up, a little whimper escapes from my throat. The ache moves down from my breasts to my crotch, and I feel like I am on fire.

He is sweating.

I am on fire.

He is holding me.

I am on fire.

The elevator stops, and I am burning joyously…