Chapter 7

A little while later I break the silence:

“So, Jimmy, you working tonight?”

“What? Err ... no ... night off.”

“Ok, cool, so we can take our time” I wink at him. Damn if I keep this up I risk being struck down by the god of overacting, but this kid’s been raised on porn so he’s lapping it up.

“Yeah ... sure.” He grins, not quite believing he’s walked into a Penthouse letter.

He tries to be surreptitious, sliding his hand over to my side of the car. I focus on the road, pretending not to notice as Jimmy clumsily tries to get to my own waistband. After some fumbling he manages to get his fingers into my shorts, withdrawing in surprise as he encounters my bush. I glance over and see the mix of curiosity, confusion and horror on his face.

“I’m a woman, Jimmy, we’ve got hair too”

“But Miss Santos, all the women I’ve seen in- I mean, all the other women I’ve seen don’t have hair there.”

“That’s just porn, Jimmy, real women aren’t like that. I’m guessing you’re not packing ten inches in your shorts either, right?”

“Er ... no. But-”

“Don’t worry, Jimmy, this is gonna be fun.”

He’s quiet for a few minutes, then plucks up the courage to try again. His hand slides back under my waistband and gropes around, the edges of nails catching my flesh. I roll my eyes at the clumsiness, though Jimmy can’t see that from where he’s sitting. He finds my slit, and immediately tries to jab into me, fortunately aiming lower than my clit but still gouging painfully past my outer lip. I manage to turn my wince into a gasp, mentally promising payback, before saying, breathily:

“Not so hard, Jimmy. Start gentle. Move up a bit and stroke my clit”

Jimmy manages to locate the little button in the folds of my pussy, and starts brushing at it with strokes that, to give him his due, are more gentle. I’m not really into it, but I play along, breathing heavily for 30 seconds or so before exclaiming:

“Faster. Harder!”

I immediately regret this as it starts to feel like he’s trying to saw into my pelvis with a butter knife. Fortunately his aim is poor so he rarely hits more than the hood of my little nub. Nonetheless it’s uncomfortable so after another minute or so I start bucking against his hand, briefly throwing my head back and screaming out:

“Ah! Yes, yes, fuck, yes, yes”

I even give a little tweak of the steering wheel, causing the car to jink back and forth slightly for emphasis. I take deep breaths in, gasping them out.

“That was ... amazing, Jimmy.”

I grip his hand firmly by the wrist, and laciviously lick the fingers that would be carrying the moisture of my arousal had Jimmy succeeded in arousing me. What I mostly get is my own sweat, which is a bit salty but at least fresh. He tries to reach to my breasts again. I bat him away with a smile:

“More time for that when we get in. I need to concentrate now; we’re about to come off the freeway.”

“C’mon, Jimmy. We’re here”

Jimmy is still looking a little stunned, like he can’t believe his luck. All to the good if he’s too busy lusting after me to remember the way to my apartment. After a moment he undoes his belt and gets out, pulling up his shorts and smoothing out his shirt to try and cover the still-obvious damp patch. Fortunately my sky-high rent covers a spot in the underground parking garage, so it’s a short walk to the elevator and up to the 5th floor, where my studio looks out onto the alley and the office block next door. Jimmy hesitates on the threshold. I reach out a hand and smile. He takes it and I gently pull him inside, closing the door behind him. I push him against the door, using the thud as cover to turn the key in the deadlock and pocket it, just in case.