chapter THIRTY
FRIDAY, JULY 26, 1970
Curtis bought me a car for my birthday. It actually made me laugh because he knows how much I didn’t want one last year. I still don’t necessarily care to have a car, but he did tell me that when we have babies, I’ll need to know how to drive. That’s true, so how can I be mad at him?
“Where are we going?” Lorrie asked for at least the third time since he’d gotten her into the new car.
When he’d opted to buy her a car for her birthday, Curtis had had to remind himself that it wasn’t his car. It was hers, so it needed to be practical for her.
Yeah, well, picking it out hadn’t been all that easy. It was a hell of a lot easier to tell himself not to buy a cool sports car than it was to actually do it. So he had compromised. Although he would’ve preferred to snag one of the impressive new Dodge Chargers, he had ended up getting her a 1968 Mercury Cougar. A little big for her, maybe, but he felt safe with her behind the wheel.
Or rather, he would feel safe with her behind the wheel once he taught her to drive.
“Curtis!” Lorrie squealed from beside him. “Tell me where we’re goin’.”
He turned on the dirt road that would lead to the perfect spot for her to get some miles under her belt. It would be her first time driving a car, and he was taking that into consideration.
Rather than answer her question, he stopped the car, put it in park, turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out. He walked around to the passenger side, opened her door, and stared down at her.
“What?” she asked, eyes wide.
“Your turn.”
“My turn?” Her eyebrows darted down. “For what?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “To drive.”
She started to laugh, which only made him laugh.
“No way,” she said when she caught her breath.
“Yes way,” he told her, helping her out of the car. “Now go get in.”
She was frowning at him, which only made him laugh more.
Rather than let her sweet-talk him out of this, he climbed in and closed the passenger door, leaving her standing on the side of the road while he waited patiently for her to get in.
Lorrie huffed when she finally dropped into the driver’s seat. “I can’t even reach the pedals,” she complained as soon as her cute little butt hit the seat.
“Move the seat up.”
“I don’t know how,” she argued grumpily.
Underneath that sweet exterior was still the feisty girl he’d fallen in love with, so Curtis had known as soon as he’d had the idea to teach her how to drive that she would do this. Which was why he had mentally prepared himself beforehand. He could do this as long as she wanted. “It’s electric, baby.”
She fumbled around for a minute, and then the chair started to move forward, bringing her closer to the steering wheel. And then closer. And closer. He laughed when she got too close and had to move back some.
“Don’t laugh at me,” she warned, her tone serious, which only made him laugh more. “Now what?”
This wasn’t quite how he’d seen this playing out, but it worked.
“Start the car,” he instructed.
She started the car without problems. That was a good thing.
“This is an automatic, so you won’t need to shift gears,” he explained as he walked her through the gadgets and levers near the steering wheel. He showed her where her turn signals were, which pedal was the brake, which was the gas.
“What about the radio?” she asked.
“We’ll worry about that later.” That was the last thing they needed to deal with now.
“But what if I wanna listen to music when I drive?”
“Later, baby,” he said, trying to get her to focus. “Now put the car in drive while you have your foot on the brake.”
She managed to do that without issue, but then she sat there, as though she didn’t know what came next.
Curtis chuckled. “Now you’re gonna take your foot off the brake and put it on the gas.”
She did.
And Curtis had to grab hold of the door handle.
“Easy, baby,” he yelled when the car shot forward.
She hit the brakes, damn near sending him through the windshield. He managed to put his hand on the dashboard just in time to keep from getting a concussion. “Fuck.”
“I told you this was a bad idea,” she said.
He looked over to see her grinning from ear to ear. She was up to something…
“You know how to drive, don’t you?” he asked, shaking his head as it hit him.
Her smile widened. “A little. I mean, it doesn’t look all that hard.”
And to prove her point, Lorrie put her foot on the gas and drove.
Like a professional driver.
“Remind me to spank your ass when we get home,” he said gruffly.
“Why?” She tossed a glance his way.
“For nearly knocking me out.”
Lorrie laughed, but she continued to drive, and Curtis sat back and enjoyed the trip, allowing her to go for about half an hour before he told her to head back. When they reached the last stop sign before they would hit the road home, he directed her to take the dirt path that led down to the lake.
“Why’re we goin’ to the lake?” she asked, doing as he instructed.
“’Cause it’s high time we broke this car in right.”
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer her, instead showing her where to park and then instructing her to turn off the engine.
They sat there for a moment in the silence while Curtis continued to watch her.
Lorrie didn’t turn to face him, her attention focused out the window.
“You know,” she said sweetly, “I always thought there was more to it when people went parking. This is kinda boring.”
Heaven help him. This woman was something else.
“Get over here,” he said firmly.
She glanced over at him but shook her head.
Definitely feisty, his girl was. “Wanna play hard to get, huh?”
Her smile was dazzling.
Curtis reached for her, tickling her sides until he managed to get her over the center console and into his lap. She was huffing and puffing when he finally stopped, but her smile hadn’t dimmed at all.
“Kiss me,” he ordered her, sliding his hands into her hair and pulling her toward him.
She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, shifting so that she was straddling his hips.
“Holy shit,” he breathed roughly. “You make my dick so fucking hard.” Curtis kissed along her jaw, then down her neck, lifting her skirt as he ran his hands up her thighs.
She moaned when he cupped her mound, teasing her through her panties.
“I can think of a million things I wanna do to you right now.”
“Like what?” she rasped.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He turned his head and glanced into the backseat. “Maybe spread you out back there and tongue-fuck you until you’re begging for my cock.” He slipped his thumb beneath her panties as he spoke, rubbing circles over her clitoris, making her moan. “Or maybe I could bend you over the hood and fuck you right there by the lake.”
She moaned louder and he increased the pressure of his thumb.
“Or, I could simply pull these little panties aside and let you ride my dick.” That was probably his favorite thing in the world, watching her as she rode him until she came. “Which do you want, baby?” he asked, figuring he would give her the option.
It didn’t matter to him which one she picked. It was a win-win, regardless.
Lorrie had never thought she’d be the type of girl who would get hot and bothered by making out in a car. Yet here she was, and the only thing she wanted was for Curtis to do all those dirty things he promised. And she would’ve told him that, except she couldn’t wait that long.
If she chose option one, he would tease her until she unraveled slowly.
If she chose option two, they would have to move from where they were.
But if she chose option three, she simply needed to reach down and…
Lorrie worked his jeans open and, with his help, freed his cock.
“Aw, fuck, baby,” he groaned, leaning the chair back as his intense gaze continued to focus on her.
She held her skirt high enough that he could see as she slid down over him, taking him deep inside.
“Oh, yes,” he groaned again. “Love watchin’ my dick sink inside you.” His voice was rough and sexy. “Ride me, darlin’.”
Thanks to him being the wonderful teacher that he was, she had learned what he liked, and she worked her hips now just as he’d shown her. The car wasn’t the most comfortable place, but she did have a little leverage, so she lifted and lowered her hips, taking him all the way inside, watching his face as his eyes remained glued to where they were joined.
She loved this side of Curtis. Loved the uninhibited man who had no shame in telling her how good she made him feel or what he wanted her to do to him. And perhaps that was what she loved most about sex. Well, other than the incredible orgasms, of course.
“Faster, Lorrie,” Curtis growled. “Fuck me faster. Bounce on my dick. Take all of me.”
He was breathing hard, and so was she as she continued to lift and lower, trying to go faster, but it wasn’t easy in the cramped space.
“Hold that thought,” he groaned, gripping her hips to stop her from moving.
Lorrie stilled when he opened the door and shifted so that his feet were outside of the car touching the ground while she still sat astride him. He didn’t get up, though, remaining partially seated inside the car as he said, “Turn around, baby.”
She wasn’t quite sure what he wanted her to do, but she did as he instructed, his erection pulling out of her when she got to her feet. The next thing she knew, Curtis was spinning her around so that she faced away from him.
“Hold on to the door,” he said, pulling her back so that she was standing between his spread legs.
She grabbed hold of the ledge by the window as he took her hips in his hands and guided her down toward his lap. Her panties shifted once more and then…
“Oh!” She cried out as he impaled her from below. Her legs were closed, which intensified the sensation, making the pressure of him inside her that much better.
“Aw, yeah,” he groaned, smacking her on the bottom. “Now ride me again, baby.”
This position was a little easier, especially since her feet were on the ground between his and she could use her thigh muscles to lift and lower as he rocked her onto his erection.
She could feel the warm breeze against her skin where he had lifted her skirt up.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he whispered. “Love watching my dick fuck that pretty pussy.”
Her inner muscles clenched tightly as an orgasm took her completely by surprise. Maybe it was the aggressive way he was handling her, or the new position, or simply the dark rumble of his words. Whatever it was, she was grateful she had the door to hold on to.
Curtis gripped her hips and continued to impale her on his erection, pulling her down, shifting her forward, over and over again as he filled her completely.
“I’m gonna come, Lorrie. I’m gonna come in your sweet pussy, baby.”
She tightened her muscles around him as another climax rolled through her at the same time Curtis found his release.
After a few minutes had passed and they’d managed to catch their breath, Lorrie smiled at him. “Okay, so maybe there is something good about this whole learning-how-to-drive thing.”
Her husband grinned. “Get us home, darlin’. I’m thinkin’ you might need more than one spankin’ tonight.”