They’d walked, arm in arm, for what seemed like hours, talking about art, travelling, life, their pasts, what they wanted for their lives, all sorts... She’d explained that she wanted to be a photographer, and was going back home at the end of the summer to complete her course, he’d told her he specialised in painting the human body, and the female form in particular.When Jonathan had suggested that they go to his studio to see some of his paintings, Helen was astonished to hear herself readily. He and I have what I would like to call an IWB, which stands for i****t With Benefits, and it has happened ever since I was twelve and he was eleven, but I digress, that is a story for another time. This story is about our most recent beneficial moment, and it happened two months ago.It was the middle of the day, a chilly day at that, and my father and us were to go and clean out the box truck he had, dubbed Old Blue, since we were to repair a house a few days from then. He had, unfortunately,. I looked up at him with love in my eyes... finally he couldn't take it anymore and pulled my panties down, I had on my new ones because I had been walking around before without any on since Justin had sliced them off of me with the knife in the playground!The back seat of the car was quite roomy as they were pretty nice wheels they stole. I slipped onto his cock, which was very erect. It slid in very nicely and felt oh so damn good... mmm... when I noticed Justin had moved the rearview mirror. “See now, I could tell ya, but it’s gonna cost ya!” Jeff Bob insisted.“I ain’t got much money, mister,” Polly pouted.“My name’s Jeff Bob and I didn’t mean cash, baby. I want honey, not money,” Jeff Bob held his ground, of course... He wasn’t about to pass up some teen nookie, particularly of such a rare and (to him) exotic nature. Not being dumb, Polly dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants for him. She fished out his cock, which wasn’t half-bad ... He had kept it much cleaner ever since.