I'd already had a crush on Jason for the last four years. We grew up in the same neighborhood, but never really crossed paths until the tail end of him graduating High School. We were part of the same crowd, the Punks/Goths/Alt kids... whatever you wanted to call us. He was the King of the Outcasts, and he was gorgeous... 5'11 and 165 pounds with brown eyes, even though you never saw them because he always had some type of crazy contacts in, whether it be the 'White-Outs' or some other creepy design. His hair was usually mo-hawked, sometimes he grew it out and independent spiked it, and other times he left it short and dyed any color you could think of. He had a tint of brown to his skin, coming from a half white/half Mexican background. He always wore a pair of combat boots and rocked a patch-covered leather jacket. His neck usually draped with a chained necklace or two.
Our High School was so over-crowded, we had two campuses. He was two years ahead of me, so we never spent time at the same campus. Being a part of the same clique, and into the same local band, we always saw each other on weekends at concerts. I would do my best to try to catch his attention, in and out of the mosh pits. For those four years, I was never able to turn his eye or catch his attention. There was always another "more punk" and prettier girl who could. I always hated those girls... They were beautiful works of punk-rock art. I could have never come close to any of them.
A few weeks after my Senior year ended, I was 17... Jason texted me to come hang out at "The Barn", a friend of his who lived out in the sticks, on a bunch of land perfect to ride dirt bikes and four-wheelers. There were always large bonfires/parties and had copious amounts of beer and liquor around. It was far away from everyone that the cops never bothered to drive that far down the county road and bust up the parties.
I got a ride with a friend, at this point I can't remember who... After a few hours and a few beers Jason invited me for a ride on one of the ATVs. I was hell-bent on saying "No", being terrified of anything that wasn't a car since I totaled my dad's snowmobile when I was 13. After another beer and a lot of teasing from Jason I finally gave in, warning him that I would kill him if he crashed. A few minutes later, I heard the ATV start-up and watched Jason drive over to me. He turned to me, patting the back of the seat, once again teasing me and telling me "Don't be scared."
Hesitantly, I threw my leg over the machine and wrapped my arms around his waist . We took off going full speed, and my arms gripped tighter around Jason. After a few laps around the field, my nerves wore off and instead I focused on my arms being wrapped around the guy I had wanted for the last 3 years. I remember pressing my face against his back and taking deep breaths of the cologne he wore that night. After a few more laps in the dry, muddy field I got brave... I slipped my hands lower down his waist and let my right one fall over his lap, my hand applying pressure to the cock beneath his pants. I noticed the speed of the ATV slow and his head turn to try to look back at me with that goofy look he used to get in his eyes.
As we were rounding the far-end of the field, he stopped the ATV and shut it off. He lit a cigarette, and so did I. He turned himself backwards on the ATV and looked at me. Halfway done with his cigarette, he flicked it to the side and made his move. My eyes stayed open as I watched him come towards me under the bright moonlight. I had to make sure what I was seeing was really happening. Only once I felt his soft lips on mine, did I close my eyes. Jason's arms reached around me and pulled me down the seat and into him. I flung my legs over his and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tilted my head like a silly little girl. I felt his tongue open my lips and I met it with my own.
Moments later I felt his hands at my pants, undoing the button and zipper and sliding his hand inside the denim. The fit of his hand in my jeans was tight, but it didn't matter. His hand forced its way into my panties and found my already-wet pussy. The vibrations from the ATV and my own dirty thoughts made that happen before he even stopped the machine. I felt Jason's fingers find my clit and I leaned back to give him more room inside the material. His lips were still attached to mine and our tongues continued to wrestle.
Finally, I pulled away and tried to lay back over the ATV, his fingers still going at my 17-year-old pussy. After a few minutes of teasing me with his hands, Jason pulled away making a comment that "Everyone knowing what was going on if we stayed gone for to long", especially with the lack of noise from the ATV floating through the air.