Not being in control has its merits!
The summer before we left for college had been filled with sexual experimentation. I had been masturbating, as all healthy males do, for some time. It was gratifying but was still only a solo experience. We would do some heavy petting, some touchy-feely, but that was as far as it went.
In the privacy of my room, I would relive our experiences and perfect my technique. Sometimes just stroking, other times frenulum play, always adding to my self-pleasure with baby oil. All of that was about to change. One evening we had gone miniature golfing and after a visit to the local restaurant were still not ready to go home. Usually, we would have our amorous adventures in the privacy of her den as her parents both retired early.
On this particular evening, they were entertaining, and since my house was not conducive to that type of activity we needed to come up with an alternative plan. This was a time where "Parking" was still in vogue. You would simply find a secluded stretch of road or housing development in its infant stages. I made that suggestion to which she readily agreed. Off we went.
As we drove, Nancy scooted over next to me and started nuzzling my neck. Soon she escalated to kissing the nape of my neck and nibbling my ear. I was having a difficult time paying attention to the road, and the tenting of my shorts made it even more difficult to drive.
She then began stroking my erection through my shorts making it harder both in my shorts and to drive. Thank god our destination came into view. I found a place to park out of sight of the road and none too soon.
Immediately we were at each other passionately kissing. Nothing gets me going faster than deep french kissing and Nacy knew that. She started to swirl her tongue with mine and gently sucked it toward hers. My cock was going to rip through my shorts, or so I thought.
My hands were working their way down to her pert breasts whose nipples were already showing through the thin material of her shirt. I gently pinched her nipples and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger as I massaged each lovely mound of firm flesh. Nancy reached down with both hands, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and slowly, tantalizingly, pulled the shirt up and over her head. The sight of her stretched breasts was too much and I dove in kissing and gently biting her now rock hard nipples.
She, in turn, was doing a masterful job at massaging my very stiff cock and scrotum. Nancy reached up and helped me remove my shirt and immediately began tweaking my very sensitive nipples. She continued to tongue them when I felt a tug on the waistband of my shorts. I lifted off the seat as she pulled them off.
We had never touched each other's naked genitals before and we were entering uncharted waters. Nancy slowly peeled off my underwear and soon my engorged cock was released to the warm night air. It was being gently stroked by a girl for the first time.
"Is this because of me?" she asked coyly.