Now was the uncomfortable time, here I am naked and having just had a very large noisy orgasm and now having to deal with this guy staring at me. As ... was thinking of what to say, he broke the ice by telling me how wonderful I looked cumming and how he was sorry for interrupting my me time. There he was with his cock making a tent in his pants telling me how sorry he was. Can you belief that. Well now I was feeling bad that I got he all worked up and not helping him out with his hard on. I. "It wasn't an option. It was a command. His hands began to make their way up my thighs and I wanted nothing more than to turn my head in shame. His hands were smooth but strong. He knew how to touch and how to do it well. It seemed like an eternity before he reached his mark. It was only his fingertips but that was all it took. "Well, well, well," his dark eyes almost seemed to gleam as his found my secret. "That would explain why you've been out of it, hun." He chuckled and his eyes finally. I know I did. We did it two more times before graduation, but only to satisfy our own personal needs. It was almost like mutual masturbation. There was never any romantic boy-girl connection between us.As bad as that sex was, it was still better than jacking off in my bedroom. When I went off to college I wanted a real sex life along with a higher education. I knew I had to get my act together to make that happen. Toward the end of my senior year, my acne finally began to clear up. That helped. Telling me that he was going to take me and show me his "spot". We drove about 2 miles off the road and up a dirt road and parked beside some abandoned railroad tracks... at least that is what we thought. We started kissing and rubbing. Not easy to do in a car with bucket seats. So we get out of the car. I am leaning on the front of the car as he is kissing my neck and starting to rub my tits from on top of my shirt. It is June and really warm so I had on shorts and a tank top. We continue.