Scottsdale 1985
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
VR
Fiction Sex Story: VR - One has unfinished business with a crush before college. One wants to live a little before it's too late. One is in a desperate race for damage control. One just tagged along with the cassettes.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Fiction Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex First Oral Sex
By the time Elliot was ready to go, Sydney had changed clothes. For her possible first kiss, she had chosen a blue floral romper that could easily have been mistaken for a dress, with a thin brown belt.
Their first stop was to pick up Barry - Elliot’s best friend. The blue spikes of his short mohawk brushed the car’s ceiling when he got into the front seat, and the safety pins on his sleeveless denim jacket snagged the seatbelt. “Hey kid,” he said warmly to Sydney before unzipping his vinal cassette travel case and inserting a mixed-tape into the car’s stereo.
Video Roundup was packed, as expected on a Saturday night. A pack of a dozen skinheads loitered in the parking lot. The teens split up.
“I’m impressed!” Barry said as he approached the short girl with the spiky black hair and leather jacket playing Moon Patrol. Her blouse had a Fleur-de-Lis print, and an ankh hung from her wine-red choker. “I was sure you’d be under your covers in bed, crying about what you lost.”
“As if,” Beth replied. “I’m celebrating. Maybe later tonight I’ll see about finding a guy who can actually make me come.” Beth’s friend Christina sniggered.
“Don’t even try that lie with me,” Barry told her. “I made you come every fucking time, and you loved it.”
“Not even,” Beth said with an eye-roll. “Maybe one time in ten.”
“Even. I suppose you’re claiming that you faked all the rest?” Barry asked, a hint of insecurity showing through.
“Yeah. That’s how it works,” Beth said condescendingly.
“Pff,” Barry emoted. He turned away and then immediately back. “I’ll bet you a thousand dollars I can make you come,” he challenged.
“Like you have a thousand dollars.”
“All right then, no money,” he said heatedly. “I’ll lower myself to fucking you one last time, just to prove you wrong.”
Beth surprised him. “Okay - let’s see what you’ve got, stud.”
When the coast was clear, Beth smuggled Barry into a stall in the girls’ bathroom. Barry dropped his pants and sat on the toilet seat. Beth took her time hanging up her jacket. She scoffed at her first view of Barry’s dick since their breakup. She rolled her tights down to her ankles, pushed her panties down, and lifted her skirt before backing up onto Barry’s lap and sucking his cock into her cunt.
Their bodies worked together to move his dick inside her pussy - a well-practiced partnership. Soft sounds escaped both their mouths, indifferent to the women coming and going, peeing and washing, in the room just outside the stall.
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