The Quickie Chronicles - Ride

I hate Monday mornings.  I hate rainy Monday mornings even more.  I hate broken umbrellas even more than that.

I stood at the bus stop soaked.  Thank God for rainboots and this raincoat, but still, I was wet.  And growing more disgruntled by the second.  A car slowly pulls up in front of me; my only thoughts are that this bitch better not splash me.  They don't, praise him.  The window comes down.

"Say Jade," the guy in the car says, "need a ride to class?"  It was this guy from my Art History class.  I could take this ride once.  It was raining, and he wasn't a complete stranger, right?

"Yes, please," I said opening the door.   "Curtis, right?"

We exchanged small talk the entire ride to school.  It was awkward.  But what's to expect when you ride in a car with a complete stranger.  He seems cool enough though.  We walked to class together.  Class happens.

After class, I rush out to my next one.  Two more after that.  When it's all said and done, I just wanna go home and take a nap.  I make my way to the bus stop, in the rain, all over again.

Again, while waiting on the bus, a car pulls up.  Same thought process to a T.

"We doing this again, stranger?"  Curtis says through the window.

"I guess so." I say as I close the door behind myself.   More awkward conversations ensue.  We land on the topic of bucket lists.  Sexual bucket lists.

"Before I die, I wanna be a member of the mile high club."  I laugh, and confess my fear of airplane bathrooms.

"Road head.  Giving or receiving." I confess.

"Well, here's your shot." he said looking down at his crotch, chuckling.  I just look at him intently.  Oh, he's joking.  I'm not.

I take my seat belt off and turn to face him.  He's trying his hardest to concentrate on driving.  No one takes me seriously.

"Just don't kill me." I say as I begin to unbuckle his pants.  I don't know what it is about dudes and layers,  but bruh, all you need is drawls and pants.  Drawls and pants!  After making my way through like 4 layers of unnecessary clothing, I finally make it to his penis.

"You're seriously about to do this." he says like more of a question than a statement.  I'm practically in his lap with his penis in my hand.

"Ummm yea.  Don't kill us." my last words before I lick the head of his penis.  I make small circles with my tongue as I take more and more of the head into my mouth.  He shuddered so I stopped and looked up.  "You ok?"

"Yea, I'm fine." he said panting.  I went back to work, taking more and more of him into my mouth.  I find a good rhythm.  I still feel somewhat safe.  I hear moans.

The car stops abruptly, and I sit up.

"Just let me pull over."

"Oh."  I mean being in a stationary car isn't part of my bucket list so.... I mean I can still cross this off, right?

"Since this isn't going as planned, why don't we make it more interesting." he said sliding my seat all the way back and putting the back down.  Next, he started tugging on my pants. Oh.

He climbed on top of me, hitting me in the face with his penis, and burying his face in between my legs.  Fuck it.  I went back to work.

Does this count as sex in a public place? Two in one!!