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High Road
by Ximenes (address withheld)
***
A journey home from school takes an unexpected turn...
(MF-teens, reluc)
***
Her name was Lindsey. I was seventeen; she was younger.
We went to the same school. It was a cold, wet winter's
evening and we'd been at a drama thing. One of those
school events where a series of different year groups
each puts on a mini-performance. I'd just passed my
driving test and was being allowed to borrow my
parents' car. A sort of reward for hard work and good
luck, though I'm not sure which was the most relevant.
Lindsey had buttonholed me and talked me into giving
her a lift home.
Not, you understand, that we were an item. Far from it.
I couldn't stand her, especially with her mates.
Lindsey was one of those girls who are self centred to
an amazing degree, and expect everything and everyone
to revolve around their needs. Hence the brazen way she
had come up to me and demanded a lift home.
She was small and painfully thin except for her bust.
Her waist was so small I could probably circle it with
my two hands. She wore platform heels and tight, high-
waisted trousers. She had a long, triangular face with
a pointed chin, and long straight hair. Everything
about her was straight up and down except her breasts.
But her breasts were mesmerising.
How on earth could such a thin girl have such a well
developed pair? Torpedo-shaped, they began high on her
chest and seemed to descend for ever, with a pronounced
cleavage which always seemed to be on display when
older boys were around (and disappeared reluctantly
when female teachers summoned her to her next lesson).
She used her tits to full advantage, and every boy in
the school was aware of them and had commented on them
at some stage. As had every girl, usually cattily.
Lindsey wasn't popular. Most girls hated her, and while
her breasts may have been lusted after by every boy in
the school, her personality certainly didn't draw any
admirers. Lindsey always took; never gave. She used
people for what she could get from them, and
immediately discarded them. Pity of it was, she always
had someone mug enough to fall for her charms and try
his luck with her.
By the time she was fifteen she had worked her way
through most of the older boys in the place. She had a
group of female friends from her village, all of them
similar in outlook and together they formed a bit of a
gang. Feared by some and disliked by most, Lindsey and
her pals always made their presence felt in the dinner
queue, at the bus park, in assemblies, along our
school's congested corridors. If you wanted a quiet
life you kept away from them.
So what the hell was I, a sixth former and supposedly
above such carrion, doing with her in my car? Well, we
lived in the same village, and her parents knew mine.
In a small community like ours it wouldn't have scored
brownie points to have left her behind tonight.
Besides, she was the only one of her gang who did drama
and was involved in the evening's productions, so I
wouldn't have all three of them passing comments about
me as I drove them home. Just Lindsey.
I had never been out with her, and she knew I didn't
like her. With other unattached boys she countered
their lack of interest by loudly suggesting they were
"gay" during break times, when everyone in the school
could hear. This almost always made the boys go puce
with anger and embarrassment, and other pupils roar
with laughter at someone else's discomfiture.
On several occasions it had led to a slap in the face
or a girly fight behind the gym from girl friends of
the boy in question. After which Lindsey's parents
would come storming into school, demanding that those
who had bullied their daughter be
punished/expelled/castrated etc, and implicitly
believing every word of Lindsey's biased and tearful
version of events. As you can see, Lindsey was
loathsome; so much so that she was fascinating.
But she couldn't accuse me of being gay. My regular
girlfriend lived in the next village and Lindsey had
seen us out together. Alice was a student in a nearby
school and hadn't wanted to come to the production.
(Well, actually, I had suggested it wasn't worth her
coming. Better she came to our smaller, sixth form only
show in a few weeks' time). And, yes, it did occur to
me that maybe I was taking some risks in giving Lindsey
a lift home without a third person in the car, but by
that point I was committed to taking her and there was
no way out.
The road home to Great Cressing passes through a long,
hilly, winding lane through woods, until it joins the
high road along a hill crest. It sweeps along the ridge
for miles: a glorious, straight road, ideal for going
fast and feeling the power of a car without another
adult saying "slow down, son." Then it descends through
a tortuous valley into the village.
There's not a single streetlight once you leave the
town. And very little traffic after ten at night. You
hear spooky stories of strange happenings along the
road; it's most certainly not a route where you'd want
to break down or run out of petrol on a bad night. And
this was definitely a bad night weather wise, as well
as Lindsey-wise! The wind was whistling around the car
park as we scooted from the warmth of the drama studio
to our steed, and every now and then a heavy shower
would lash the windscreen and visibility would all but
disappear.
First of all, she grumbled while I fumbled in the dark
for the keyhole to unlock the car. Then, inside, the
noise of the fan motor drowned conversation as I
struggled to get condensation off the windscreen. And
the fan was sending cold air onto our faces and that
was wrong for her.
Eventually I cleared the screen and turned the fan
down. The car started to warm up, too. For the past few
minutes she had been passing sarcastic comments about
why we hadn't yet left the school car park; now that we
were ready to go she had undone her seat belt and was
yelling about something in her eye and groping for
tissues in her bag. I put the interior light on. She
had left some stage make-up on her eyebrows, and the
grease we used to soften it for removal had melted and
run into her eyes, making them smart. Taking the tissue
from her, I wiped the offending paint and grease off
her face.
Lindsey had unbuttoned her coat as the car warmed up,
and under it there was a lot of bare flesh and not much
clothing. As she leaned forwards to give me access to
her left eyebrow she carefully tilted her chest forward
to give me an uninterrupted view down inches of bosom,
barely retained inside a low-cut tee-shirt and balcony
bra. It was such an obvious stunt to pull - almost
laughable. But I have to say, the view displayed for me
was truly wonderful, and I couldn't resist drinking it
in. She knew I was looking at her, and I knew she knew.
"A" level Psychology comes in useful at times.
As I finished mopping her up I dropped a piece of
tissue down into her cleavage, as far down as I could
aim its trajectory.
"Ah, you clumsy sod"
"Sorry, Lindsey, I'll fish it out"
Things happened very quickly. As I reached in to remove
it, my fingers made contact with her breasts. She moved
back, pulling my fingers with her so that I had to pull
her forward to get a purchase on the tissue. She used
her right arm to try to bat my hand away, so I used my
free hand to hold her breast firm while I finished
extracting the offending tissue. It left a delicate
smear of blue greasepaint on her white breast.
"You're a groper. You just touched me. I could get you
done for that"
"Oh shut up Lindsey. Don't play the innocent with me.
I'm not in the mood. If you don't trust me, then get
out and ring your dad on your mobile."
"No, s'all right. I was only jokin'"
And she threw her arms round me and planted a big kiss
on my lips, at the same time pushing her bust hard into
my chest and exposing even more flesh. I held her with
one arm behind her back. With the other I felt the
weight and solidity of her breasts. Fortunately, our
section of the car park was pretty well deserted by
now, so nobody had seen the exchange.
"I thought you hated me," she said.
"No, I don't hate you; I hate a lot of the things you
say and do to people," I replied.
She had to think hard for a moment to understand that.
She pulled away abruptly.
"Whodjer mean by that?" Now she was sounding
aggressive.
"Lindsey, if you don't know then there's no point in me
trying to tell you."
She pouted. Looked as if there was a big sulk coming
on. What embellished version of all this was she going
to tell her parents?
"Come on, let's get home," I said, and pulled her seat
belt across her front to anchor it.
As we drove down the town roads she fiddled with the
car radio; none of the pre-sets seemed good enough for
her. Eventually she delved into her bag and produced a
compilation tape of hers and sang loudly, out of tune,
to it as we lifted through the woods onto the high
road.
Now our school lies in a hollow in the hills and mobile
phone reception is notoriously bad there. On the high
road, though, reception is perfect. On the school bus
we all wait until we've reached the high road, then
suddenly there's fifty conversations shouted into
mobiles.
So tonight, as soon as we turned right onto the high
road, Lindsey fished her phone out of her bag and
called up a mate. At the same time a very heavy
downpour started so that the road was barely visible
under sheets of rain. It really was a filthy night.
A few hundred yards down the road there was a concreted
layby at the entrance to a Forestry Commission
plantation, used for loading lorries with logs and for
storing road grit. The trees each side of the road were
whipping back and forth under the gale. Driving in the
rain was getting dangerous, and I was both
inexperienced and cautious, so I did what my parents
would have expected and pulled into the layby to wait
out the squall.
"Why the fuck've we stopped," said the voice beside me,
breaking off in mid sentence her phone conversation.
"Cos it's too dangerous to drive like this," I replied,
as a gust of wind rocked the car and a burst of rain
hammered on the roof. Lindsey could see I had a point
and went back to her phone.
She finished the call.
"How long're we gonna be stuck here, then?"
"Until this shower passes. Just be patient," I
countered. I undid my seat belt.
She did likewise and started another phone
conversation. To one of her gang back in the village.
As she talked she twisted round in her seat and lent
back against me. I put my arms round her and cradled
her bust; she pulled her coat back to make it easier
for me. Deep in conversation, she was running down some
of the other performers that evening and passing on
juicy gossip about the staff helping with the
production. At some point her friend asked her where
she was.
"I'm stuck in a fuckin' layby on the top road. It's
pissin' with rain here."
The friend obviously asked her why we were in the layby
and not driving.
"I dunno, he says it's too bad to drive. I think he's
gonna shag me."
I was so surprised I took my hands off her. In all
sincerity, shagging her wasn't on my agenda. Quick
grope, maybe, with no commitment next day either way,
that was about as far as I saw things going. Still
rattling down the phone, she turned to see why I had
stopped holding her. Using her free hand she took one
of mine and put it back onto her bust, cradling a
breast from below. Oh well, I thought, let's play this
one along. But I was beginning to feel I was losing
control of the situation.
Outside, the rain still lashed us. Not a single car had
gone past. With my other hand I traced the skin of a
breast down, down from its swelling at the top of her
chest to the nipple inside her bra, and gently lifted
the flesh out of the bra. I rolled the nipple between
finger and thumb and carefully kneaded the rounded
fullness. The nipple sprang to attention immediately,
and Lindsey faltered in her stride on the phone.
"Gotta go," she piped, and ended the call almost in mid
sentence.
"D'ya like me tits, then" she said, and turned her head
towards me.
"Yes, of course, they're lovely," Well, they were. It
was the rest of Lindsey that they were attached to that
was objectionable!
But she couldn't read my mind, and we kissed. A real
tongue job where I set a nice slow pace and she had to
go along with me. I have to admit that she kissed well.
As we broke the kiss, she said "I'm gonna ring Kenny,"
Ken was her current year ten love interest.
"Don't forget I've got two of those" she said, (I was
still working on the one breast I had freed from her
clothes). It was not so much an invitation, more a
command!
So while she rang her boyfriend I tried to lift the
other breast out of her bra. This wasn't so easy
because of the angle she was sitting at, and so I
decided to go for higher stakes. As she started the
conversation with Kenny I quickly reached round and
unhooked her bra, then lifted tee shirt and bra enough
to expose the breasts before she could react. She
shrieked and clamped both hands down to shut me off.
"Hey, wotcha doin', pervert?" she bawled.
I could hear Kenny trying to make out what was going on
as he listened at the other end of the phone. My hands
were trapped under Lindsey's arms, locked onto her
breasts, and there was no way I was going to release
them. I kissed the back of her head and she came back
to her phone conversation.
"Oh it's nuffin'," she said down the phone. "I'm
muckin' about with a mate."
Well, at least that was certainly true.
And so, as she described the evening's drama
performance to her boyfriend, I lifted her arms away
and cradled both breasts and worked on them, rubbing,
cupping, stroking, pulling. I lifted her tee shirt
enough to expose both breasts. I could feel her body
reacting to the stimulation, and at the same time she
was trying to hold a conversation with someone else.
I felt like yelling, "Look, Kenny, she thinks so much
of you that she's letting me hold her tits while she
rings you. What do you make of that?" But, of course, I
didn't.
By this time I had a raging hard on, and her tits
looked very inviting in the dim glow from the
instrument panel lights. I craned my head forward, and
she moved, too, thinking I was going to kiss her. But I
had other ideas. I scooped a nipple to my lips and
kissed and gently sucked on it. She jumped as if I'd
bitten hard into the flesh.
Lindsey tried to pull away fro me but she couldn't; I
had her held tight. The effect on her phone call was
dramatic. She couldn't manage a coherent sentence, and
made little noises as if she was in pain. I disengaged
while she ended the call to Kenny, then re-started my
assault.
"Again... like that... Oh God!"
I continued until my back felt fit to break from the
unnatural position I was bent into. Eventually I
disengaged again, and we spoke!
"Why've you stopped?"
"Because my back is all knotted up. It's too
uncomfortable to go on; I need to change position."
"God, that was great. Do it again. NOW." (long pause)
"Please..."
I lifted her off the seat and slid across into the
passenger side. She understood what I was trying to do
and swung round to face me, sitting on my lap with her
legs crossed behind me. The rain had eased off, but had
been replaced with low cloud which at this height meant
thick fog so that you couldn't see more than a few
metres. She tossed her mobile into the back of the car.
"Do you want to go home, now?" I asked her.
"Nah, not yet. I want some more of that."
I was wearing just a sweatshirt on my top, and I put
her hands beneath it on my waist. She took the hint and
lifted it over my head. I'm no Schwartzenegger but I'm
reasonably fit and in good shape. She seemed to
approve. As I lifted her tee-shirt off she started to
take fright, but I pointed out that there was nobody
around and no-one could see us in the darkened car.
And so I had a chance to properly appraise her body.
She looked very frail and vulnerable. She looked like a
little girl - painfully thin, with ribs clearly
traceable on her flanks, and elfin face looking
apprehensive. Not at all self-confident and just
waiting for me to reject her. It would destroy her
utterly if I did, and (much as I disliked her) that
wasn't my style.
And grafted onto this little girl's body was a pair of
adult breasts. Now, fully exposed, I could take in
their beauty. They were torpedo shaped; long, but full,
and with no discernible size difference between them.
The skin was flawless. The nipples were small, pointing
outwards at about 45 degrees to her body. It was as if
every ounce of spare flesh on the top of her body had
gone into these glands. Without my manipulations, and
in her apprehensiveness, the nipples had sunk back and
the tips of the breasts had contracted into spikes, but
as I took them into my hands they responded again,
filling out and firming up as we kissed again and
again.
It seemed a long time before we did anything else. It
dawned on me that we should have been in the village
ages ago and our folks would be getting worried. I said
so to Lindsey.
"Oh, I'll ring them. But don't touch me while I'm doing
it, OK?"
So I simply cradled her to me as she spoke to her dad,
and explained that the weather was so bad we were
sheltering on the road. He was OK about the delay -
what else could he have said? - and happy that his
little girl was being looked after so carefully in such
awful weather. I tried to picture his face if he could
see his little girl, topless, pushing her tits against
my chest while she spoke to him. No, don't go there...
I borrowed her phone to give my folks a quick ring,
too. Actually, I told my mum we were sheltering in the
town rather than out on the open road; it would worry
her less. She's too technophobic to realise that a
mobile call from town wouldn't sound so clear! We told
both sets of parents we'd be home by midnight, come
what may. That gave us nearly an hour, less around
twenty minutes' driving.
A car passed. Lindsey took fright, but I pulled her
closely to me and wrapped my arms tight round her. We
were pulled well in from the roadside, and I very much
doubt if the driver even saw our car. There was no way
he could have seen us, let alone our state of undress.
Nobody would see us unless they were specifically
searching for us, or knew we were in this particular
layby. And nobody knew exactly where we were. So we
could do whatever we wanted for the next hour or so.
I explained this to my sexy little partner, and she
liked the idea very much. Obeying other people wasn't
Lindsey's style, and I calculated the idea of total
freedom and a chance to do something she couldn't risk
at home would appeal to her.
We kissed again, and during the kiss one of her hands
found and explored my erection in my jeans. It seemed
to impress her. Well, it damn well should - it's a
pretty impressive specimen when it's fully aroused, and
this was definitely a full arousal scenario.
I traced her little flat belly down to her groin, along
the outside edge of her trousers, and she jerked her
pubes into my hand.
"Do you want to do some more?" I asked her.
"What, shag, yer mean?" she replied.
"Could do, if you like. Or just explore down there..."
I was faltering.
"I'm under age. I could get you done," she said.
"But you've told one of your mates you were going to
shag me tonight."
"Oh, I didn't mean it. That's just pissing around. We
always say that."
"And what about Joe Allen's party?"
She glared at me. Lindsey had famously lost her
virginity very publicly at a party in the village when
she was thirteen. (She was an early developer, and had
set her sights on Joe Allen, the hottest property in
the sixth form. Having gatecrashed the party she got
very drunk, and ended up dancing topless in his lounge.
Joe had achieved undying fame by popping her cherry on
his bedroom floor, watched by his mates, and then left
her to sleep off the drink while he made love to his
proper girlfriend of the time on his parents' bed. This
night had become something of a legend with us school
kids, and was common knowledge amongst everyone under
eighteen and carefully hidden from all parents. At
least Joe had used a condom, and had screwed her gently
and considerately, and had been very kind to her about
it all afterwards.
I know all this because I was one of the mates with him
in the room, and it was the same party at which I'd got
off with Alice later that night. Well, in the early
hours of the morning, actually). It was the first time
Lindsey had come to my notice, and I suppose it was
that night, as much as her subsequent behaviour, which
had set me against her.
"What the fuck d'ya want to bring that up for. I hate
him. He's a dickhead."
"You didn't think so on the night. And it seems a bit
odd for you to get precious about having sex under age
with me when you were doing it with him at thirteen."
This was staring to move towards an argument, and I
must admit I was quite enjoying this body in front of
me and I was definitely willing to explore it further.
So I pulled her towards me, kissed her again and again,
and set to work on her chest and back. She relaxed into
me, and unzipped my fly, setting my very engorged boner
free.
I unzipped her trousers, but the angle she was sitting
at meant that even undone, I couldn't access anything
inside.
Lindsey was appreciating the size of my endowment.
"Fuck, that's big," was her compliment.
"Yes, but it won't stay that way unless I can get to
you," I lied.
We hastily pulled down her trousers and knickers,
leaving one leg in them just in case we were disturbed.
We resumed kissing, and she went back to massaging my
tool, now lying hotly against her belly. I decided the
easiest way to get to her interesting places was from
behind, so I reached round her little bottom, and
explored forwards until I met moistness and hair.
She jumped as I first made contact with her vagina, and
then jumped again as I eased her slit open with a
finger. It took me a while to get the angle right, but
eventually I got my middle finger aligned and she
thrust herself back hard so that I was buried a couple
of inches into her.
By this time she was thoroughly aroused, and she rode
my finger for ages. It suited her fine - no risk of
pregnancy or disease, and my finger was big enough, and
her passage tight enough, to give her lovely
sensations.
Eventually I had to do something. She'd abandoned my
prick and was totally intent on her own sensations. I
was only there to make her feel good. But the cum was
starting to well up in my system and if we continued
much longer I would erupt all over her (and me). That
wouldn't be cool - premature ejaculation was nearly as
much a social gaffe as being gay in our school, and any
unplanned ejection would be talked about for months.
Definitely a no-no.
So I warned Lindsey that I was close to coming.
"Don't you dare! Not over my fucking gear."
And she didn't stop her pumping on my finger for a
second.
So I withdrew my finger. She turned on me angrily.
"What the fuck you do that for. I was enjoying that,
you moron."
"Look, there's a condom in the glove box. Get it
quickly."
"You're not fucking coming in me. I can't get that
inside me. It's too big. No way!"
"Lindsey, for God's sake get me the condom. It's hidden
in a glasses case - yes, that's it."
I ripped the foil open and clumsily rolled the thing on
my member. She poked and prodded it to see what it felt
like with a rubber on. I Put my finger back into her;
she was very wet and it slipped in like a charm. After
a few seconds I pulled out and lifted her little body
so the tip of my tool was level with her entrance.
"Pull your lips apart, and let's just put the top in,"
I said, more in hope than expectation.
"No fuckin' way!" She was adamant.
"Come on, I've looked after you for ages; now it's my
turn. I won't go all the way in unless you want to, but
I need to get the top in."
How's that for a desperate try-on?
"No way, you're too big."
"Look, just try to get the top in for a bit, then I'm
going to lie you down across me and do you properly
with my finger."
Reluctantly she pulled the lips of her vagina open and
I carefully settled onto her. Her mound was partly
shaven, but there were enough fine hairs round the lips
to make entry uncomfortable. It seemed to take for ever
to sort ourselves out, but at last the cockhead was
pretty well all inside her. I gently lowered her, and
told her to say if things started hurting.
And, of course, she moulded herself around me, and as I
continued to gently lower her onto me, and distract her
by nuzzling her tits while doing so, we eventually
reached the point where I was completely inside her.
She was uncomfortable, and I must have stretched her to
the limit because she was amazingly tight around me.
"But you said only the head," she whimpered.
"But, look, you thought I wouldn't fit and now you've
taken all of me. Aren't you impressed?"
And she was.
Of course, in stories like these we usually cheat and
say we fucked for hours and both came at the same time
in shuddering orgasms etc. But real life isn't like
that. She was so tight, and warm, and I was so aroused
that I came within a matter of seconds. Each time I
pumped and bucked into her she squealed as the thrust
opened her up still further. She wailed as she felt the
hot sperm erupting deep inside her, and we both prayed
the condom would hold. It felt as if I had come a pint
or two inside her.
As I deflated I could feel come escaping out of the
condom, so I pulled out fast. I had a tissue box in the
side pocket by the door, so was able to mop up before
Lindsey could start whining. Then I lifted her bottom,
laid her out so her bum was on the driving seat and her
head in my lap, and finger fucked her as hard as I
could. I made free with her neck, her tits and her
mouth as she thrust and bucked on my finger. She didn't
do anything that was clearly an orgasm, but the
certainly enjoyed herself.
All good things come to an end, and we cleaned
ourselves up and got dressed, feeling rather sheepish
now. At the back of my mind a voice was saying "what
about Alice? You're a total pillock, man." I tried to
blot it out.
Lindsey was quickly back to her old, grateful self.
"I could get you done. You've fucked someone underage.
My dad..."
"Leave it out," I cut in on her. There's no proof we've
done anything; you weren't a virgin and you're not
pregnant. Besides, we've got the main school play next
month. Play your cards right and we could be driving
home each night it's on."
This was a wild shot - she wasn't yet definitely in the
cast, and there would be no guarantee her parents would
agree to my taking her. But it appealed to her self
interest.
"I'll tell Alice you were unfaithful to her. Pack up
with her and go out with me."
"No. Alice and I aren't seeing each other at the moment
and, any way, you're going out with Kenny."
"Oh he's nothing. Since when did you and her split up?"
"This week. But you still won't say anything or I'll
make life hell for you at school."
Alice was going away for the holidays to a relative in
Spain, and would be leaving in a couple of days. With
any luck Lindsey would have other priorities by the
time she returned. It was my best hope.
The fog had lifted and it was now a clear, but still
windy night. The gale was blowing itself out. It was
time to get home. We drove in silence, grateful for the
soothing inanities of the taped music from the car
stereo, each preoccupied with our own thoughts.
POSTSCRIPT
Of course, Lindsey did blab about our having sex, not
to Alice directly but to her friends, and Alice heard
it on the grapevine. She confronted me, I had to
confess, and I lost her. Serves me right. But it did me
a favour because I put my head down and got on with my
school work and I know that burst of concentration got
me my place at University.
I didn't have sex with Lindsey again. I did ferry her
to and from school in our big drama production, but
either there was someone else in the car with us, or
she was on her period, or we just weren't in the mood.
When I went to University everything changed - horizons
broadened dramatically, and the village seemed - still
does seem - unbearably constrained and parochial when I
come home. I occasionally see Lindsey - she has her
friends and doesn't need or want me, so we only say
polite "hellos" as we pass.
But every time I drive along the High Road and pass the
layby, I remember the details of that night as if it
were yesterday...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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