Senior Year Memories: Rose (Patreon Exclusive Story!)

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Admittedly, I never put that much thought into finding new, fun things to do around Regan Hills, mostly because the options for new, fun things to do around Regan Hills always seemed pretty damn limited, and current options involved heading over to the Blair Valley Shopping Center to shop or catch a movie or just walking around to people watch.

The lack of fun options wasn’t usually an issue for me, as I was pretty good at making my own fun. Give me some decent video games and a good lineup of horror flicks and I was pretty well set, or maybe a board game if I was feeling particularly ambitious. And, of course, things were different this year with all the sex I’d been having, which impressively filled up my schedule when it came to fun.

My point in all this is… if you were to ask me what there was to do for fun in Regan Hills, California, I would have readily told you that there really wasn’t much you could do, and that it was, all in all, a pretty boring town.

Not everyone shared my particular cynicism on this point, least of all Rose Ferris.

A girl who would proudly call herself a hipster, an artist and an ex-cheerleader (though her flexibility, wonderfully, remained exactly the same as when she was on the squad), 18-year-old Rose Ferris did not take any challenge lightly, among them, finding fun things to do in a town where fun didn’t seem to come easily.

She was always on the lookout for new adventures, new experiences, no matter how seemingly mundane they might be, and while they might not always have panned out, she was very rarely bored. Whether it was board games and book hunting at Marsters’ Secondhand Books or crashing a church carnival, haggling at a local farmer’s market I’d never heard of or taking in an open mike night at our local coffee shop that I didn’t even know had a microphone, her social media feeds were generally filled to the brim with her newest and latest adventures that, if I weren’t getting laid so much, might well have had me a little jealous.

Her inviting me to one experience or another was not uncommon, but with my schedule and availability, it wasn’t always possible. However, as we rounded the corner into Spring of my senior year, one of her invites actually coincided with a free night, and I took her up on her offer.

And that is how I wound up in the parking lot of Regan Hills’ proudly abandoned Kmart. The lot had been utterly transformed into a makeshift drive-in movie theater, getting ready for a double-header of 80s classics with Ghostbusters and Back to the Future. A large, inflatable screen had been brought in for the occasion with a small stage set up underneath for some local retro bands to play before the movie (most of which were pretty good, actually), while a host hired by the company setting up the drive-in hosted trivia contests for anyone willing (and who had dressed appropriately for the decade) between sets. A dozen food trucks served a variety of trendy street foods of the day, while some local enthusiasts actually had fully kitted out recreations of the Ecto-1 and Doc’s DeLorean flanking the stage to take pictures with, making this a pretty impressive event on the whole, I had to say, and that was before the movies themselves even started.

It was just after dark, and I’d relocated to the backseat of Rose’s aged sedan when Ghostbusters began. I’d already turned the car radio over so we would get to actually hear the movie, but found myself a little worried about being the only one in the car. She had gone a little while before to buy water, and I was beginning to hope that she wouldn’t miss the entirety of the movie.

She made it back just in time.

“Could you believe it? I found some bottles that actually verged on affordable. No small feat for an evening that may be considered trendy, but there are few who know how to navigate such rough waters of shopping at an event like this as I. ‘tis a good evening indeed, Ryan Collins,” Rose Ferris said as she joined me on the backseat, closing the door behind her and handing me a bottle of water.

As usual, when in the presence of Rose’s eclectic fashion sense, I felt positively underdressed in my jeans and t-shirt combo. The 5’8”, athletic beauty wore a pale blue band t-shirt for a group I’d never heard of (though with its gaudy style, I guessed it had to be an 80s band) underneath a dark vest, a colorful and loose secondhand skirt that went just below her knees, and as always, her shoulder-length, wavy platinum blonde hair with its three bright blue highlights cascaded out from under her black fedora. While it was dark enough that she didn’t wear her usual oversized sunglasses for once, she did wear her elbow-length, black and white striped fingerless gloves, giving her a vaguely Tim Burton-esque look.

I say vaguely because, well, her slight tan, C-cup tits and the confidence that radiated from her world-weary and gorgeous face made Rose her own distinct beauty who always stirred up the best kind of warmth within me.

“I’d have said it was a good evening even without affordable water because, well, you know, present company, but that does make it a little bit better,” I said, taking a swig from my bottle of water and looking at her playfully.

Rose’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “You’re going to actually get that tongue coated in silver one day, aren’t you, Ryan Collins?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, smirking. “My girlfriends would kill me.”

At this, Rose laughed rather impressively. As someone who normally kept a well-cultivated aura of “cool” around her, seeing this kind of unrestrained laughter was a delightful rarity.

“You think that’s funny, you should wait for the rest of the movie. This one’s a classic,” I said, smiling as I looked to the screen. We’d gotten here on the later side, and as such were parked more toward the back of the event, but the view was still decent enough that we could still say we were watching it on the big screen.

“Eh,” Rose shrugged. “I’m waiting more for Back to the Future.”

“Oh?” I asked. “Not a fan of Ghostbusters?”

She shrugged again, wiggling one of her hands side to side in a noncommittal gesture.

“It’s an iffy franchise, and while I’ll say the 2016 reboot is both simultaneously underrated and still a movie that has too many problems to ever actually be ‘great’, I also am unable to treat the original as a sacred cow that’s completely immune to any criticism. I don’t love it, nor do I hate it, but I can’t exactly be a huge fan of a movie where the big bad is the Environmental Protection Agency, whose main crime is not wanting a bunch of randos operating an unlicensed nuclear reactor in the middle of one of America’s biggest cities, and where one of the supposed heroes more or less stalks the female lead before finally entering her apartment with a kit full of Thorazine syringes. It’s hardly the most problematic 80s movie, but that’s more an indictment on the films of that particularly overrated era in pop culture history in general than a complete endorsement of this film,” Rose said, grinning with well-practiced cynicism.

I thought this over. “After that kind of rant on the 80s, you’re still looking forward to Back to the Future?”

Again, she shrugged. “At least Back to the Future only seriously has the stalking problem, and some questionable incestuous undertones. And Michael J. Fox is so very cute.”

While I hadn’t put that much thought into Ghostbusters before, as a movie that was before my time but Dad had raised me on as a classic, I also knew that the facts of her criticisms weren’t wrong, either. I tried coming up with a good counterargument, and when it became clear that I was struggling for a moment, Rose quickly came to my rescue.

“I will also say, though, that Egon is damn cute,” she added with a smirk. “I have it on authority that nerds of his caliber can fuck like maniacs, and you know he’s good with his fingers.”

“Sigourney Weaver’s hotter than hell in this one too,” I added.

“Oh, thoroughly; Dana or Zuul, she’s quite yummy,” Rose said, her full lips curling into a very pleasant grin.

Damn did she look good right now.

I looked around to the cars on either side of us, happy for the distance, and that everyone seemed quite transfixed with the movie.

It was nice having at least the illusion of privacy with Rose Ferris.

“I’ve never done this before,” I said, before clarifying, “Gone to a drive-in, I mean. It’s… it’s different.”

“Good different?” Rose asked.

“I think so. I mean, the audio’s not the greatest, and we haven’t got the best seats in the house, but it’s kinda cool. Getting the movie theatre experience without having to deal with all the movie theatre BS. No worrying about people behind you talking shit or spoiling, comfortable seats of your choosing, and… yeah. I like it. I wish we’d gotten a little closer, but I like it,” I said.

“Ah, I thought you were a student of history, Ryan Collins…” she said, amused and not taking her eyes off the screen.

“I am,” I said, defensive. “What am I missing?”

“Well…” Rose continued, licking her lips without looking away from the screen. “If you were a true student of that particular subset of history known as Americana, I’m sure you would know that the entertainment of drive-in movie theatres wasn’t simply limited to watching movies. People of past generations had a much harder time finding places to mess around with one another, and what better a place to do that than in the comfort of your own car, while everyone else around you is completely and utterly distracted?”

“Ohhh, I see... You wanna make out?” I suggested, smiling at the thought.

“Oh, that’s cute…” she said, amused. “Making out… that’s just the opening act.”

As if to make sure I couldn’t possibly miss the point, Rose then reached for my pants and gently began to rub at my crotch, much to my surprise.

Now, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t imagine this possibility, but even as it struck me, I felt a little sting of nervousness. From the very first moment we hooked up, I knew Rose had a thing for screwing around in semi-public settings, but this would certainly be an escalation from anything we had ever done before. It certainly had me nervous, and looking around at the adjacent cars. However, I could barely see into any of the other vehicles around us if they didn’t have their lights on inside, and presumably they could not see us either.

That didn’t make what we were doing any less public, but we wouldn’t be that exposed… would we?

“I don’t know…” I said, groaning slightly at the insistent pressure she put on rubbing the front of my pants. “I don’t want to get into any trouble… but-“

“But I am that hot,” she said, dropping her voice lower in a playfully husky tone. “And knowing what I like, and how fucking good I am, it’s making you question your better judgment, isn’t it?”

Rose didn’t stop rubbing my now quite hard cock through my pants. I groaned, “How’d you know?”

“It made sense. Now, as much of a tease as I enjoy being, I don’t want to make you truly uncomfortable, and if all you’re comfortable with is making out, I’ll give you the best damn kisses and PG-13 grinding of your life. If, however, there is a part of you that is particularly torn and might be in need of some convincing, there is a simple fact I can share with you. You must ask me for it, though, as I won’t volunteer it, and I want this choice to be yours,” Rose said, quickly and confidently, finally looking at me with a grin that was equal parts confident and caring.

I licked my lips, wanting to figure out where I truly sat on this issue, before saying, “What is it? What’s this simple fact you think might convince me?”

Rose dropped her head slightly, looking up at me with those sparkling green eyes and smiling a positively devilish smile. “You know when I got up to buy water? Well, I took an opportunity to quickly sneak off to the restroom and slip my panties into my purse.”

I looked down to her skirt-covered lap and took in a breath. “You’re… not wearing anything under there?”

Silently, she slowly shook her head.

I smirked. “Rose Ferris… I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Duh,” she replied, looking me up and down. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

I licked my lips, both nervous and excited, and looked down at her lap. “Show me.”

“Oh, if you insist…” Rose replied, playful, taking her hand off my cock before reaching down for the hem of her skirt and pulling it up her legs with an aching slowness.

Now, I’d seen Rose naked plenty of times, and was quite familiar with every inch of her, but that didn’t make it any less of a delightful tease the way she slowly hinted at her nudity. I watched as every inch of her toned legs were slowly exposed to me in the dim, movie-lit backseat of her car. It was a painful, beautiful process, watching her reveal herself to me. She pulled her skirt higher still, her thighs almost completely exposed to me, and maybe an inch or so to go before she would be completely revealed to me from the waist down.

“Now, isn’t this a wonderful show?” she asked, enjoying the look on my face and my no doubt heavy breathing. “I could just tear off my clothes right now and show you everything you want to see, but where would be the fun in that? You know the true excitement lives in the anticipation, don’t you?”

As if to prove her point, Rose lowered her skirt slightly. I reached down to her hands, stopping her.

“I know that true excitement can be found in a lot of places,” I said, lowering my voice.

“Also true,” Rose said, her eyes sparkling with growing lust.

“I said, ‘show me’…” I said, more forcefully, yet showing little anger.

She smirked. “That you did, Ryan Collins… that you did…”

With that, she inched her skirt up to her waist, showing me her completely naked legs, and then spread them slightly. It was enough that I could see her shaved pussy, already looking quite eager (not that we couldn’t improve on things). Moments after she did this, I caught a hint of her sweet and savory scent, enough to make me groan, then growl pleasantly.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” Rose asked.

“For starters…” I said, unable to take my eyes on her pretty, perfect cunt. Knowing she had me on the hook, she dropped her right hand down between her legs, massaging and spreading her lips for me to see.

“Oh… yes, I know you want to do so many things with my pussy… and you will, soon,” she teased, continuing to touch herself before my hungry gaze.

“I’m sensing a condition on all of that,” I said, wanting to jump Rose here and now, but knowing better than to do anything against whatever plan she might have.

I’d learned that if Rose had a plan, you were usually better off just letting it happen, because she knew exactly what she was doing.

“A condition?” Rose asked, moaning softly as she began to touch herself more vigorously. “I suppose you could call it that.”

“And what would that condition be?” I asked.

She grinned. “I showed you mine. You show me yours.”

I returned her grin, then undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, arching my back so I could pull them down to my knees. I may not have had Rose’s talents for the tease, but as I saw her eyes eagerly landing on my underwear-clad bulge, I knew I had her attention. So, yeah, I may have kept up a bit of a show going for a bit as I teased my fingers under the waistband of my underwear. I watched her eyes widen, her perfect lips parting slightly as she breathed more heavily, touching herself faster in anticipation.

I could have kept this going, but I also wanted to give her exactly what she was looking for. So, once again, I arched my back, pulling my underwear to my knees and unleashing all ten inches of my thick, very hard cock for her approval. It seemed to catch Rose’s approval right away.

She sighed, pleasantly, taking her hand away from her pussy. She pulled off her fingerless gloves, then gently took hold of my cock. “Marvelous. Simply marvelous.”

“I knew you would approve,” I said, sliding closer to her, leaning in to kiss her.

Rose groaned softly, kissing me back as she spread the precum around my cockhead and slowly began to jack me. I thrust against her hand, gently, wrapping an arm around her to hold her in close, while reaching up with my free hand to squeeze a breast through her shirt. We held like this for a good while, slowly and pleasantly making out, groping each other and paying not the slightest bit of attention to the movie.

Perhaps this was what drive-ins were made for after all.

“You feel very good…” I said, smiling at her as I dropped my hand from her breast to between her legs. Already quite wet from her own fingering, Rose proved quite eager for my touch as I began to lightly massage her clit.

“Mmmmmm, Ryan Collins… that’s divine…” Rose practically purred, kissing me again. It was a deeper, slower kiss than our makeout from moments before; utterly intoxicating, and making me want her even more than I could have ever imagined.

The want that Rose and I shared had a unique power and passion to it, a slow-burning fire that brought me to life as much as it weakened me. We only kept things slow because we knew that if we didn’t control ourselves, this slow-burn would become a blaze, and no matter how dark it was at this screening, we’d draw some attention.

“Please…” she moaned softly into my ear. “Please keep touching me like that… I’m almost there… get me there, make it happen, please…”

There was something special to this slow playing with each other, the soft, gentle touch that would promise something more intense after the fact. I could tell that there was a great need in her eyes, and that I was frustrating her some with my slow deliberateness (especially considering how much faster she began jacking my cock), but I was confident that this was the ideal approach.

Rose liked to play things her own way, but I was done obliging her.

And so, I adjusted my pace, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down, sometimes giving more direct stimulation to her clit, sometimes playing with her folds, spreading her wetness around and dipping my fingers gently inside of her and curling them inside when I thought she needed to be particularly driven wild.

Rose moaned and mewled, looking up at me needily as she continued to jack my cock at a furious pace. I knew she was quite competitive, and that she might well have been hoping to win this yet, but with my self-restraint feeling particularly sturdy at the moment, I was quite certain I had this one in hand as I picked up the pace once more, getting ready to go in for the kill.

“Oh… fuck… like that… like that, keep going, yesyesyes, fuck, keep going, Ryan Collins, keep going you’re gonna make me-“

Rose jerked, a low sudden moan escaping her lips as her orgasm tore through her. I didn’t give up, but instead adjusted my pace, slowing down slightly as I fingered her through this orgasm. While her eyes shut tightly at first, as the next few jerks ripped through her body, she looked at me with a great intensity. She stared into my very soul, ensuring that I knew I was the one who owned this orgasm that tore through her. It was a powerful connection we shared, and one I was reluctant to give up, but once she calmed down and let go of my cock, pressing my hand away from her, I reluctantly had to agree.

“That… that was positively evil, Ryan Collins… absolutely wicked…” Rose said, grinning and pulling my fingers to her lips and suckling her juices from them. “…I love it.”

“Wicked?” I asked, grinning with amusement at her choice of words. “You’ve been hanging out with Sophie, haven’t you?”

“That was your plan, wasn’t it?” Rose said, tossing her hat onto the front suit and leaning down so her face was level with my cock. “To have me help her unlock her truest artistic potential?”

Her breath against my cock made me shiver. She made no move to touch me, instead just looking up at me with those beautiful eyes as her mouth remained only a matter of inches from my cockhead.

This was my punishment for toying with her earlier, but it was one I was willing to accept.

Breathing heavily, I said, “That’s not how Sophie put it.”

“Oh? And how did our dear Ms. Cusack put it?” Rose asked, licking her lips tauntingly.

This was one of the best kinds of torturous. I said, “Oh, you know Sophie, she managed to say a lot without saying anything, but that you’ve become rather accustomed to sneaking into her place and-“

Swiftly, Rose leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, suckling first the head, and then more than half of my ten inches into her mouth, before popping up again.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you over the sound of you gasping at how much of your cock I took in,” Rose said, grinning smugly.

Wanting to stop the tease and knowing exactly how to do it, I gripped a handful of her hair forcefully and pulled her face back down. Rose eagerly inhaled more of my cock, first taking in exactly as much as she had before, then close to the entire length. Bobbing eagerly, she soon had my entire length in her mouth and throat, no longer needing my encouragement as her head bounced up and down in my lap.

Her mouth and lips were expert as ever, and the way she looked up at me even with those teary eyes… fuck she was gorgeous. She felt so good, and if she kept it up like this, I knew that she would make me cum. Maybe in her mouth, maybe on her face; despite her cool exterior, Rose was an accomplished slut who loved getting fucked in pretty much every way imaginable, and she could think of a lot of different, fun places for me to cum.

Luxuriantly, Rose pulled off of my cock. “If I were to continue like this, Ryan Collins, I would no doubt have you cumming very soon, wouldn’t I?”

“You would…” I whispered, my voice suddenly very shaky with need. “…please…”

“So impatient… but it’s an impatience that I understand,” she said, her breath warm against my cock as she once again kept her face tantalizingly close without doing a damn thing about it. “I won’t stop you from cumming, and soon at that, but I need you to cool down for a moment, because I have bigger plans for you. Let us be honest, Ryan Collins, do you really want me to make you cum with just a blowjob, when it feels so much better for both of us if you’re cumming nice and deep inside of my tight, pretty little cunt?”

Honestly, I really did want her to make me cum with her mouth, but at the same time… yeah, she did make a very enticing offer.

“Fuck, you make this hard,” I said.

“I know,” she said, leaning in and quickly kissing my cockhead. “Because I’m really fucking good at this.”

“I’ve noticed…” I replied, trying to calm myself. “So… how will you know when I’ve adequately cooled down?”

“Ah, it’s truly remarkable how easily the rhythm can be thrown off. I think even slowing down for these short moments will be enough to bring you some semblance of coolness. I think I’m just going to have to find out for myself how ready you are,” Rose said, sliding over and twisting herself around so that she could bunch her skirt up around her waist and straddle my hips.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she ground her pussy against my exposed cock slowly, spreading her juices up and down my shaft teasingly. The heat of her moist lips was intense, burning with desire and a need to get properly dirty.

“You know, I’ve been with a lot of guys… but none of them have quite that same special something you’ve got, Ryan Collins,” Rose purred, leaning in to kiss me deeply, slowly, as she continued her agonizing grind against my cock.

“What, a ten-inch dick?” I asked, smiling.

Rose kissed me again, unhurriedly, before grinning back. “That is certainly a part of it… but you’ve got a care to you that so many don’t. You try, and you learn… and you know how to use what you learn to be a better lover. You know how to treat a girl with care when that’s what she needs, and like a slut when the mood strikes. These are traits that I know I’m not the only one with a great appreciation for.”

I kissed her, holding her close as she ground on my cock, my hands reaching under the back of her skirt to grab her ass and squeeze her, play with her, make her feel good.

“You’re so fucking cool,” I said, the words surprising me as they escaped my lips. “You’re so confident, so in control… even when the world sucks and we’re surrounded by chaos, it just seems like you know what you’re doing, and that nothing bothers you. I envy that… and I appreciate having you in my life. As my friend, as… whatever this is we’ve got. I wouldn’t trade it for the whole goddamn world.”

Rose smirked, kissing me again. “Always with the silver tongue, Ryan Collins. It will get you everywhere.”

I squeezed her ass again, savoring the way it made her shiver. When she leaned in close in response, I took the opportunity to whisper in her ear, “So… what do you want now? Care? Or to be treated like a slut?”

As Rose leaned back, her eyes flashed with the fire of a truly hot hunger. “Why choose?”

With that, she lifted herself up, reaching between her legs to grab my cock, line it up with her hot entrance, and then settled back down. It was a quick, studied maneuver, and nearly before I knew what happened, I was buried to the hilt in Rose’s pussy.

“Fuck…” she groaned, leaning her head back as she took in my size. “Goddamn… still so fucking big…”

“It has a way of staying the same size…” I quipped while still capable of quipping, before surrendering to the feeling of being buried in one of the most exquisite cunts in the world. “…holy shit.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Rose grunted, readjusting herself in my lap, rising and falling slightly. “So… still some of the best pussy you’ve ever had?”

“That’s putting it lightly,” I grunted, gripping her ass tightly, helping her rise and fall, slowly making her fuck me. Rose was all too eager to indulge, riding me slowly.

“Good,” she groaned, pressing herself against me.

Rose reached down, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the seat next to us while still riding me. She leaned down, rocking her hips faster and faster, kissing my neck hungrily.

“Fuck...” I groaned, feeling the insistent poke of her nipples through her top as she bounced against me. “You didn’t happen to also take off your bra during that water break, by any chance, did you?”

Smiling down at me with that confident grin that always managed to tear into the most primal parts of my mind, Rose answered, “Why don’t you find out?”

It was a bit of a challenge, the way she was riding me so eagerly in such a tight space, but it was a challenge worth approaching. I reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, exposing her bare, round, C-cup tits and hard, pink nipples.

“I guess you did,” I grunted, leaning in and attaching my mouth to her left breast as she rode me.

Her pussy gripped my cock so perfectly as she rode me, I only wanted to return the favor as I suckled on her breast, running my tongue over her pink nipple, gently grazing it with my teeth as she moaned. She was getting louder, our movements more urgent, and the car was no doubt rocking. All anyone had to do was glance over at us, and they would know exactly what was going on over here. We could get in so much trouble, so easily, but I don’t think either of us cared at this point. I don’t think we could have cared if we wanted to. When we got going, sex between Rose and me was something more akin to an art than an ordinary fuck. It would have been a crime to stop us from doing what we were made to do, especially since we did it so well.

And so, we stayed interlocked like this, her riding me without abandon, me sucking her tit and trying not to lose my cool too soon. The way her pussy milked my cock, this took the restraint of a saint, but I managed it.

For a little while, anyway.

“Fuck…” I grunted. “I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Me too…” she grunted, riding me harder. Rose adjusted her angle, ensuring more pressure against her most sensitive spots as she continued to ride me. “Just a little more, just a little more, keep going, keep going, hold on, fuck, like that, fuckfuckfuck… yes, that’s it, that’s it, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, RYAN COLLINS, FUCK MY SLUTTY LITTLE CUNT, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM, I’M CUUUUUUUUUUMMMMING!!!”

I was past the point of caring how loud she’d just screamed in this small, enclosed space. I simply held on for dear life, holding tight to her bucking, shaking body as I buried deep inside of her cunt and let loose.

It felt like the pleasure of a thousand lifetimes flowing through my body as I came inside of Rose. We slowed our pace as we rode out our orgasms, the car now filled with the sounds of our low moans and grunts as we finished what only came natural to the two of us. Soon we slowed, then stopped, shivering and holding each other close, kissing softly and smiling at each other.

“Wow…” I said, breathless, kissing her again.

“Thanks,” she replied, looking down at the mess of skirt around her waist that covered up where we were still joined. “This car and my skirt are going to be a fucking mess later…”

“Worth it?” I asked.

“Completely,” Rose answered, snuggling up close with me.

We held each other like this for a while, not saying or doing anything, the sounds of the movie over her car stereo a distant afterthought as we held onto each other for what could well have been days for how relaxed I felt.

Reality only returned when my cock softened enough to slip out of her, at which point Rose climbed off and sat next to me.

“So… that was intense…” I said, finally catching my breath and smiling at her.

“You seem surprised. Was this really that much of a shock, that I might try to pull you aside on my own and seduce you?” Rose proposed, laughing slightly and making no effort to pull her top back down over her naked tits.

“Only a little… I mean, you ask to go out to the movies, you expect there to be some actual movie-watching involved. I mean, you’ve got the whole hipster thing going, I thought you’d be crazy about actually watching some proper nostalgic cinema,” I said.

“I do intend to watch some,” Rose clarified, reaching up to cup her tits and pinching her nipples. “We’ll still have a movie and a half to watch soon… once I’ve had everything I want.”

My cock twitched. I asked, “Oh? You still want more?”

“Obviously,” Rose replied with a grin. “When have you ever known me to give up after only one?”

“Never, but I didn’t want to assume,” I said, looking at her luscious, partial nudity, and suddenly deciding that I didn’t care to make an effort to cover myself up.

We sat there, silent for a moment, half-watching the movie and half-stealing glances at one another periodically, me looking at her tits, her looking at my cock. We chose these moments to share our private little smiles while only partially capable of paying attention to the 80s classic on the screen before us.

I will say, that for how much I would always enjoy the movie theatre experience, this was starting to sell me on drive-ins.

“So… I gotta ask,” I said.

“Go on,” Rose replied, looking at me curiously.

“If you’re not all that hot on 80s movies and find them to be particularly overrated, why the hell did you choose date night at an 80s nostalgia-themed drive-in?” I asked.

She rocked her head from side to side slightly, noncommittal. “Firstly, because I was looking for something different to try out, and this has proven to be enjoyably different.”

“Would you say the same if you hadn’t just been royally fucked?” I asked.

Rose laughed. “Actually, yes, but it would be more from an anthropological angle instead of from a sex angle, as I would enjoy studying the nostalgia film crowd. Now I get both of them, so, yay me.”

“Okay, you gave me firstly, now give me secondly,” I replied.

This one gave her a little extra pause, before she said, “The 80s had a lot of problems, as I’m sure a student of history like you would understand… but its pop culture has held an interesting place in the public mind for a reason, because a lot of it is quite good. Fantastic music, some interesting books…”

“Stephen King at the tail-end of his cocaine and alcohol binge had a pretty great run there,” I had to admit.

Rose rolled her eyes at me. “…and movies that have stood in the public consciousness for a reason. There was a lot of true talent on display in the period, but a lot of really fucked up toxicity in it as well. Racism and sexism to high heaven, a normalization of bullying and violence as a way of solving every problem, glamorization of monetary excess… those movies could have remained special even without those elements, and even as I enjoy many of them, I still want to ensure those elements are acknowledged, because no popular culture should be held up on a pedestal as untouchable. I just want people to be able to look at everything critically so that blinders do not keep us from constantly aspiring to do better.”

That… was an argument I would have to think about. As I sat there, staring at the screen and watching those Ghostbusters do what they did best, I must have had a particularly dumbfounded look on my face, as Rose quickly spoke again.

“Though I will say, though it looks like it was made on a budget of only fifty dollars, The Princess Bride is pretty close to perfection,” Rose said.

“Obviously,” I replied, before adding in my best/worst Billy Crystal, “Have fun storming the castle!”

“Think it’ll work?” she replied with impeccable timing.

“It’d take a miracle,” I quoted back, giggling with some nostalgic good humor. “I can also point out a lot of 80s horror that’s perfect in some perfectly terrible ways. And plenty that’s perfect in just some regular good ways.”

“I’m sure you could, and I’m sure I could discuss the unique and oft troubling nature of 80s horror sexual politics for quite a while, while also being quite glad to be living in as enlightened, if imperfect, an era as we do, where I needn’t worry about being murdered by a masked psychopath simply because I enjoy sex. And, changing subjects while still keeping in a similar spirit, do you think you’re recharged enough to fuck my ass?” Rose said, with such casualness that I might well have done a spit-take then if I had anything to spit.

I did a quick survey of the backseat of Rose’s car. While it was roomy, I didn’t know if we had the space to pull this off.

“I’d like to, sure…” I said, eyes still moving about the car. “Are you sure we’ll fit?”

“Oh, I know you’ll fit,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. “With a little effort and a whole lot of lube, anyway.”

“You know what I mean,” I replied, adding some annoyance to my voice even if I wasn’t that annoyed.

“I do,” Rose said, her voice full of her playful, easy confidence. “Your height may prove a bit of a challenge, but I’ve managed doggy in here before with a guy nearly as tall as you… or if that seems inconvenient, I can always sit in your lap again.”

I thought about it, and while the image of her riding my cock again was certainly arousing, I was looking forward to a chance where I might have some more control.

“Got any of that lube?” I asked, smirking.

Rose reached for her car’s center console, opening it up and pulling out a bottle of KY. “Never leave home without it.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I said, taking the bottle from her.

She grinned, leaning in to kiss me. It was a fun, eager kiss, deep and warm and with plenty of tongue. Rose was a very good kisser, and I could have stayed there kissing her for a very long time if given the opportunity… but her ass was calling to me.

I pushed her away, gently, while taking a moment to grope one of her tits. “Get in position… I need to lube up.”

“Don’t take too long,” she said, leaning in for another kiss. “I haven’t had my ass fucked proper in a while, and I fucking need it.”

Well, who could turn that down?

I lubed up my cock while she rotated onto her hands and knees on the seat beside me. It was a bit of a tight fit for both of us in the back now. Thank god for Rose’s leftover cheerleader flexibility. She made this look easy as she squeezed into a comfortable spot next to me, pulling up her skirt around her waist and showing me her nice, bare ass.

It was an absolutely intoxicating view, with her firm, moderately sized-ass staring me in the face, her cunt still dripping with our mutual juices below while her asshole winked at me from above. It was such a small, impossibly tight-looking hole, but from the plenty of experience I’d had with her, I knew my cock would fit very nicely.

I finished with the bottle of lube and set it back on the front passenger seat. Looking up at the screen to where the movie had progressed, then back down to my cock, it was hard not to laugh at my current state.

“I’ve been slimed,” I chuckled, playing with a little bit of the lube on my cock.

“Yes, yes, yes, that is very clever, Ryan Collins… are you ready to fuck my ass, yet?” Rose asked, impatient.

Grinning, I swatted her ass with my non-lubed hand, a particularly sharp, loud sound in such a tight space, especially when followed by her yelp.

“Well, that was certainly mean,” Rose said, looking back at me with a dark grin.

“I’m only mean when it’s fun, and you seem to enjoy it,” I said, returning her grin.

“This is true,” she replied.

I leaned in, kissing one of her ass cheeks. “I can also be very, very nice, too, as you know.”

Rose replied, “Oh, I knooooOOOOOOOOW-“

Her voice was overtaken by a new yelp as I leaned in and playfully licked and teased her asshole with my tongue. Her high, wordless sounds were soon overtaken by a familiar series of moans as I began to properly worship her ass, teasing her tightest hole without ever penetrating her. A girl who absolutely loved her anal, Rose was driven wild by this pressing back against me and whining, flexing her ass against my face as if to draw me in.

She was ready.

Getting up on my knees behind her, I hunched over in the low ceiling of the backseat, more or less on all fours myself as I lined my cock up with her asshole.

Rose looked up at me, expectantly. “Come on… do it… fuck my ass… fuck my perfect, slutty little ass… you know you love it… you know you want me… come on, Ryan Collins, do it, fuck my slutty little ass and fill me up, fill me with your huge fucking cock… do it…”

My head teased her tight hole, but once I was lined up, I gave her what I knew she wanted. We’d taken our earlier fuck slowly, but we were now well past the point of trying to stay gentle or quiet. If we were caught, if we were kicked out, fine, that was the penalty we’d have to pay, because I was going to fuck Rose’s ass, and it would be fucking fantastic.

I thrust forward, breaking through her tightest entrance.

“GODDAMN IT!” Rose cried out, pushing against the door. “FUCK THAT’S BIG! FUCK! God… keep it up, keep it up, give it to me, feed me that monster, give me every fucking inch of that cock…”

It took a few thrusts, rocking back and forth and giving her a little more each time, but soon I was once again buried in Rose’s ass. She had once said that a number of lovers had called her ass “about as close to perfect as you’ll find”, but being buried balls deep in her forbidden hole, I had to say I disagreed.

Rose’s ass was perfection. End of story.

“Fuck… your ass… so damn tight…” I grunted, leaning in to kiss her.

“I know… even after all you’ve done, all the times you’ve defiled my perfect, sweet little asshole, it’s still nice and tight… you fucking love it, don’t you, Ryan Collins?” Rose said, trying to keep her voice perfectly pleasant and confident, which may have been difficult through her soft whimpers of need.

Propping myself up as best I could, I found what felt like a good position, and I began to fuck Rose’s ass properly.

Between our mutual need, and that thrill of potentially getting caught, I think we were both in for a fast, hard fuck this time. The limited space meant I needed to keep my strokes short, but I was still able to give it to her quickly, thrusting in and out of her ass with what felt like lightning speed as I let the tightness of this forbidden hole drive me into being completely powered by lust. I grunted, furiously fucking into her and sending the car rocking so rapidly that there would be absolutely no doubt to anyone outside as to what we were doing.

Rose pushed back against me, moaning and crying out with each thrust, a nearly unending flow of filth pouring from her lips as I fucked her.

“Fuck yes! Fuck! That’s it, keep pounding my slutty ass! You know how I like it, and you’re gonna give it to me! Keep giving it to me! Keep fucking my slutty ass! Fuck me ‘til I cum! ‘til you cum! Fill my fucking ass and leave me dripping!” Rose moaned, bracing herself against the side of the car with one hand, while fingering herself with her other hand.

It was a delicate spot we’d found ourselves in, but it felt so good, I doubt either of us would have had it any other way. Grunting and breathing heavily, I became a beast as I fucked her ass, giving her much of my length with each stroke. Her tightness brought out a groan of pleasure from me with every thrust inward, as my entire body was overcome by a dark, animalistic pleasure.

There was little eloquence or prelude to her orgasm this time; one moment I was fucking her ass, and the next, Rose’s body jolted against mine and she was crying out in ecstasy. Her asshole clamped down on my cock, mixing pleasure with pain as I continued to rail her, until I too could hold back no more. Groaning and holding her close, I buried my cock deep within Rose’s ass and did as she requested, unleashing another torrent of cum within her.

It would have been so easy to collapse onto Rose at any other time, but in the tight quarters we were stuck within, it was best to keep our wits about us. I stayed on top of Rose long enough to catch my breath before pulling out, and sitting next to her.

“That was… fucking amazing…” Rose groaned, turning back to look at me. “I’ve got a roll of paper towels stashed beneath the seat in front of you… would you mind?”

“Oh, sure,” I said, grabbing the roll and pulling off a good handful for her.

“Thanks,” Rose replied, applying the wad of paper to her dripping ass and cunt. “Don’t get me wrong, this was amazing… but I’m gonna be cleaning this one up for a bit.”

“Are you sorry?” I said, cleaning my cock with another set of paper towels.

Clean enough to sit up herself, Rose shrugged. “I’m not. I wanted to fuck in my car, I’ll deal with the consequences.”

“Well, if you need any help cleaning, you know who to call…” I offered.

Grinning, she kissed me. “Oh, trust me, I will call you, and not just for the phenomenal sex.”

I looked around the car, seeing the now fogged-up windows and taking in the thick smell of sex in the air. It filled me with a distinct pride, having made this mess, but in this now slightly saner state, I was suddenly self-conscious and more worried about getting caught and began pulling my clothes back to some order.

“Good,” I said, kissing her quickly before I pulled on my shirt.

“Yes… I do suppose that discretion might be wise, for now anyway,” Rose said, pulling her top back down to cover her tits. “And I do want to watch these movies, as well.”

“You might have to roll down the windows, though, for the fog. If you want to see anything, I mean,” I said.

“I might have to,” she agreed, looking around. “Since I did get the water bottles, why don’t you see if any of those food trucks are still open and selling anything that might resemble popcorn?”

Now fully dressed, I grinned at her and said, “You got it.”

As I turned to open the door, Rose added, “And, Ryan Collins?”

“Yeah?” I asked, turning back to her.

At this, she slid close to me, giving me one of the deepest, most passionate kisses I could remember. It felt as if we were melting together, not just our bodies but the very heat of our souls combining in one single, lusty kiss. It couldn’t have lasted for more than a few seconds, but in that moment it felt like a lifetime flying past us.

Breaking the kiss, she smiled at me with a soft, sweet smile. “Thank you, again, for joining me tonight. Don’t think I’ve ever had a better night at the movies.”

Smirking, I kissed her quickly and said, “You’re not the only one.”

Finally, I exited the car and stepped out into the cool night air. In the distance, I could see the lights of a few of the food trucks still open. Even closer, I could see a few other cars rocking, as it appeared that Rose and I weren’t the only ones with the same idea. Looking to the screen, under the glorious, glowing light of a cinematic classic (imperfect as it may have been), and I let out a proud, triumphant laugh.

Thrusting a fist into the air that would’ve made John Bender proud, I set off in search of popcorn.