"Shit! It's so fucking hot tonight." Such was the eloquent commentary of Chad, my sister Tammy's boyfriend, flowing backward from the front seat. We had just parked at the overlook, the city spreading out beneath us, lights twinkling on as dusk crept in; it looked like a fake scene from an old Los Angeles movie. Until he opened his mouth, the only sound was the ticking of the car engine as the metal contracted after the engine was turned off. We were at the make-out spot favored by everyone at the North High School; plenty of room for cars to park without being on top of each other, just enough but not too much ambient light creeping in from the widely spaced light poles. The four of us came up here often, Chad driving, Tammy in front with him, Andy in back with me. His hormones were raging, as were mine. I'm Dina, fourteen; Tammy is sixteen. For the record, Tammy will be next year's Homecoming Queen, and Mom says that I'm a sure bet to get that title two years later. I'll just say that I'm not embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror. The full length mirror, no less.

"Please watch your mouth, Chad. Those are my baby sister's virgin ears in the back seat." She was giggling as she said it, though. He was right; it really was hot as hell in the car. Even dressed as Tammy and I were, loose shorts and looser scoop neck blouses, belly buttons showing, I would have been more comfortable totally naked. Which is how I expected to get pretty soon. But even so, I had a better idea.

"How about turning the engine and the air conditioning back on?"

"And cracking the windows a little bit." With this last bit of advice from my sister, the four of started laughing. It had been maybe two weeks earlier. We were parked almost in the same spot, with the motor running and the A.C. on. We were all going at it pretty hot and heavy, lots of panting and gasping, when all of a sudden there was the not too subtle sound of a police nightstick banging on the driver's window and the piercing beam of his flashlight. I almost peed from the shock.

The cop made a winding gesture, telling Chad to roll down his window. He ran the beam over front and back seats, then stuck his head in Chad's window. He stared at the blouse I was chastely holding in front of my bare tits.

"Are you girls OK?"

Holy shit! It was Emily's father. Tammy and I had been in their house dozens of times, and he knew who we were. The two of us nodded blankly, cheeks just recently flushed with passion now flaming red with shame. He was an OK guy, though; never tried to paw us or ogle us, even though lots of other guys do. Grown up guys, too.

He spoke to Chad. "OK then, I didn't see nothing. Only if you're gonna sit and run the A.C., youse better keep the windows cracked a bit. I don't want to be the one has to tell your parents that you fell asleep and I found you half naked and dead of carbon monoxide." He looked at Tammy and me. "Or all naked."

He started to turn away, then came back. "And I better not find my daughter with one of youse guys. Understand?" His voice rasped like a dollar's worth of nails in a tin can.

They didn't answer. They understood, all right. Actually, if either Tammy or I caught them with Emily, they wouldn't live long enough to worry about her father.

In the meantime, it was our own father, Tammy's and mine, that the four of us were worried about. He and Mom had both graduated from North, and they knew about this lookout even back then in the dark ages. They had both threatened to put us in a Nunnery if they found out we were here, and we weren't even Catholic. We were pretty sure that Mom lost her cherry up here, but we never asked. It was kind of weird, picturing your mother and father actually fucking. Much as I tried, I could never picture my mother with a cock in her mouth, even my father's. Especially my father's. Anyway, I knew pretty clearly that this was the place I would one day lose my own cherry, just as Tammy had. If only Andy would wait until I was ready.

(Come to think about it, though, Emily's parents probably lost their cherries up here too, at least her mother. This is a tight little city, under 100,000, where people are born, grow up, lose their cherries, get married, and stay until they die. They're even buried inside the city limits.)

Tammy had told me all about losing her own cherry, three days after it had happened. That was before I was old enough to be out late in the car with her and two boys. And before she did let me come along, she had spent some time teaching me how to suck a hard, not quite ripe, banana. When it began to get soft from my saliva, I bit it in half and she laughed.

"That'll show the boy who's the boss, Dina honey."

I had been sucking Andy's cock for a while now, never biting it in half but never letting him fuck me with it yet either. While I never expected to bite it in half, I did fully expect that one of these days I would feel it inside me, taking my virginity as others had taken my sister's and my mother's in a back seat up at this lookout. And no doubt countless other North girls.

I sat in back, Andy's arm around me, squeezing a tit, while I rubbed his leg, waiting for the car to cool off again. In front, we could see Tammy's head and neck, the neck soon hidden by the white blouse bunched up around it as Chad's hands explored under it. I sighed as she pulled it over her head, tossing it on the dashboard, leaving us to see just bare skin and two white bra straps. Andy looked at the cause of my sigh and began to squeeze even harder. And harder still when we saw the straps disappear and then reappear as the bra joined the blouse on the dash.

Soon Chad's head slipped to the left, in front of and then below the headrest, and we heard his body slide along the seat. Tammy's head followed him to the left, behind the steering wheel. The sound of zipper broke the silence, then the rustle of Chad's clothing, and finally the slurping of Tammy's mouth wrapped around his fat cock. Tammy never let me see it, despite Chad's kind offers, but she did tell me about it. In gorgeous, gooey detail. It was that gooey detail that made me willing to go down on Andy the first time.

Andy's tongue was darting in and out of my mouth. One hand was alternating between my tits, keeping them each happy in turn. My hand was rubbing now the hard piece of meat between his legs, hidden by but tenting out against his jeans.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Tammy's head appear from the left and then disappear to the right, obviously now moving onto her back, a move confirmed when I saw her knees protruding above the seat. Chad's head followed hers, pausing to look at Andy's hand pawing my tits. In the dim light, I thought I could see a leer.

"What are you looking at, prick?" I knew it wasn't nice to say, but he shouldn't have been looking; he should have been concentrating on my sister. He didn't reply.

As I continued to look, I saw Tammy's legs straighten toward the roof of the car, allowing Chad to remove her shorts and panties. They soon added to the crowd on the dashboard.

"Oh, baby, Tammy, your pussy is so wet."

"Hush, Chad, you'll give the children ideas." She was laughing; I did too.

Then I turned my full attention to Andy's jeans, opening the zipper and fighting that fucking top button until it came free. I yanked the jeans down, surprised that he had not worn any under shorts that night. Maybe he figured it was the night to break my cherry; we had definitely NOT discussed it. He kicked the jeans off his own feet and started on my shorts, soon having me naked below the waist, though my tits were still covered by blouse and bra. The car was by then cool enough to continue that way, but I got rid of the two upper garments myself, tossing them on the back window ledge.

"Suppose Emily's father comes around again and sees that stuff on the ledge?"

"Silly boy, don't you think he knows what we're doing here?"

When these boys have nothing to say, they're smart enough to keep their mouths shut.

My hand was wrapped around Andy's cock, stroking gently. It was hard, obviously, though not as long as Tammy had described Chad's. I had once seen my father's cock, by accident when he was getting out of the shower; it looked impressive even though it wasn't hard. Andy's was the only other cock I had ever seen other than porn pictures. I had nothing real to compare it with, but to me it seemed to fit perfectly in my mouth. It's five or six inches, maybe; I've never taken a ruler to it, but I can keep it from going down my throat with no difficulty.