Sex**Forbidden Ride**

I was fifteen when I met Dan. It was just another boring afternoon, waiting at the bus stop in my stupid plaid skirt and knee-high socks, trying not to freeze my ass off. That’s when his sleek black car pulled up—low, expensive-looking. The window rolled down, and there he was: dark hair, stubble, a smirk that made my stomach flip.

“You look cold,” he said. His voice was deep, smooth. “Need a ride?”

I should’ve said no. A stranger, older guy—everything my mom warned me about. But the way he looked at me… like he already knew what I wanted. I climbed in.

The heat blasted, and so did the tension. His hand brushed my thigh when he shifted gears, and I didn’t pull away. We talked—stupid stuff at first, but then he asked about school, about *me*. No one ever really did. Next thing I knew, he was parking behind the old gas station off Route 9, turning to me with those dark eyes.

“You’re too pretty to be waiting alone at bus stops,” he murmured, fingers tracing my knee, sliding higher. My breath hitched. His hand was warm, rough. When his thumb brushed the inside of my thigh, I squirmed.

“Fuck, you’re soft,” he growled. His fingers slipped under my skirt, finding the edge of my panties. I didn’t stop him.

That was the first time. After that, we met whenever we could—empty parking lots, his apartment when his roommate was gone. But tonight? Tonight was different.

Dan picked me up after school, his gaze burning as I climbed in wearing my uniform. I’d ditched my tights, just the skirt and a tight little sweater. He didn’t say a word—just drove straight to his place, his knuckles white on the wheel.

The second the door closed, he pinned me against it, mouth crashing onto mine. His hands groped my ass, squeezing hard. “Been thinking about this all day,” he muttered against my lips. “Your little skirt. Your tight fucking body.”

I whimpered as his fingers shoved between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties. They were soaked already.

“Fuck, Lori,” he groaned, pulling back to rip my sweater off. My bra followed, his mouth closing over my nipple, sucking hard. I arched into him, gasping as his teeth scraped my skin. His other hand shoved my skirt up, fingers hooking into my panties, yanking them down.

“Spread,” he ordered, pushing my thighs apart. I did, trembling as he dropped to his knees. The first lick made me jerk—hot, wet, his tongue dragging slow up my slit.

“Oh my God—” I choked out, tangling my hands in his hair. He didn’t stop, licking me open, tongue flicking my clit until my legs shook.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he growled, sucking my pussy like he was starving. I came hard, crying out, gripping his shoulders. Before I could catch my breath, he stood, unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, already leaking.

He grabbed my hips, turning me around, bending me over the couch. “You ready?” His voice was rough.

I nodded, biting my lip as he pressed against me. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and then he pushed in—slow, stretching me so fucking full.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, bottoming out with a groan. I could feel every inch, burning inside me. He started moving, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The slap of skin, his grip bruising my hips—it was too much, perfect.

“Fuck me,” I begged, pushing back against him.

“Like that, baby? You like my cock in your little pussy?” His hand snaked around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing hard.

“Yes—yes—” I was already close again, my walls clamping around him.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he grunted, thrusts getting erratic. “Fill up that tight cunt—”

That did it. I shattered, screaming his name as he fucked me through it. With a groan, he buried himself deep, hot cum pulsing inside me.

We collapsed together, panting. His lips brushed my shoulder. “Next time,” he murmured, “I’m bending you over my desk at work.”

I shivered. I couldn’t wait.