The song played out of the old radio, filling his dad’s dusty old SUV with the brilliant sound. Both of them were singing from the top of their lungs, screeching out the chorus and tossing their head from one side to the other as they felt the music and well-known song in their souls.
This is what summer was all about, he thought to himself.
It was 1989, the world was different from what it is now. Things felt more real and pure back then and that was no different for this beautiful young couple.
“TURN IT UP!”, Molly shouted grinning, John looked at her smiling at her own wide grin, the radio was as loud as it could go, Fleetwood Mac couldn’t get any louder in their eardrums even if he had wanted them to. Looking at Molly he cherished this moment, her sunkissed hair, her smooth unlined skin and the cute tank top she was wearing that showed the outline of her small breasts, her nipples soft under the cotton. A trend that was popular with all the girls, no bra meant a middle finger to the patriarchy and I loved it.
They drove down the open road, probably speeding, but they didn’t care, they were young, alone, and free. Summer had just begun and it was going to be the best one yet.
Arriving at the lookout point they had so marvelously found using John’s dad’s old paper maps they both sighed with relief, it was beautiful. A huge lake, the morning sun glistening off the top of it, birds circling and singing into the summer air, not another soul around them. Molly closed her eyes, “This is perfect John”, she muttered and he smiled at her, besotted by her, she was going places in life, he just knew it.
They began making out, kissing slowly at first before they became more passionate, John sliding his hands under Molly’s cute tank top and squeezing her bare breasts, no annoying bra to unclasp for him he thought to himself, fuck the patriarchy. She was impassioned, suddenly wanting more, her desire for him growing stronger as she climbed on top of him on the driver’s side and straddled him, the heat growing in the truck.
Pulling his cock from his pants, John was forceful, pulling her short skirt up and Molly’s panties to one side. “I want to fuck you so badly”, he whispered, “You are such a good girl, aren’t you?”, Molly nodded breathlessly, gripping his shoulders as he guided himself inside of her. The pair began moaning and breathing heavily, the truck was rocking with them as John thrust his cock deep into her tight pussy and Molly rode John as best as she could, her small tits now pressed against his face, feeling his tongue pressing up against them and nibbling on her nipples.
“Molly…Mo…lly..”, John suddenly whimpered as he came, cumming inside of Molly, something she had only recently let him do since going on the pill. He apologized, “You’re just too sexy Mol, I’m sorry…”, he went on and Molly shushed him, telling him it was fine, she had a way of getting off herself that she thought he was going to like.
She climbed off of him, his cum dripping from her cunt, and without hesitation, she slowly lowered her body onto the gear selector and took the entire stick inside of herself. John watched in awe as the lever disappeared into her tight pussy and as she bounced on top of it, he noticed how wet it was becoming, covered in her juices and the remnants of his own cum. His cock twitched watching her, hardening again but she was having too much fun to be interrupted. Her top still up over tits as she bounced on the lever, she began rubbing at her clitoris, her fingers exploring herself as she took the lever, up and down, up and down she went, pinching her nipples and biting her lip as she fucked it and eventually she began moaning, screaming out, muffling her own moans with her fist as she began to orgasm, wetness seeped out of her and down the lever, coating it with fluid, John had never seen such wetness. She moaned peacefully, slowly removing herself from the gear selector and sitting back in the passenger seat. Sighing and catching her breath before pulling down her shirt and turning to John who was still in total erotic shock and saying: “Time for a swim!”.
He still thinks about Molly now and he has never looked at a gear selector the same way.
