"I need to get out of here! Let's go!" neither of us knew how to drive a car, but the pressuring tension that was building up back at the household was unbearable. Sarah decided to take the wheel, because she knew of this place that would often make her feel like every shenanigan in her life didn't matter. I've never been to this unknown, mysterious place, but like the curious persona I am it was bound to make me feel excited.
Getting dressed and leaving the house was just a big blur in my head, everything cleared out when we got in the car, when we actually turned on the engine and stormed off. I hadn't noticed that I was holding a big portion of precious breath until I exhaled air.
Driving the car was like learning to write for the first time. You would make mistakes again, and again, until you get it right. While Sarah was struggling with the steering wheel I would scold her to turn on the distant lights so we could be able to see the upcoming cars. It tooks us quite the time until we figured out which poking stick was the one controlling the front headlights. I'm not going to lie to you, it was the scariest, most drastic thing I have ever done, and the car being so unfamiliar to us, it was frightening.
I could see flashes of light, then darkness taking over. And then it would repeat. I had been clutching my skirt to suppress the anxiety which filled me up, whilst tugging dead skin off my lip.
The unknown location Sarah was talking about was the beach surrounded by somewhat a mini forest. It was so beautiful, like those pictures you would see on the internet taken professionally, but this was better. This was seen by my own two eyes, the sea and far away from it were the city lights. The whole scenery was tinted with a mixture of lilac and midnight blue.
While we were enjoying the landscape, two boys came in vision. To our left. The first boy was rather pale and skinny. Tall, but hunched. A brown hair like short waves and a black t-shirt accompanied by some baggy black shorts to match.
The other boy was a few, small, unmeaningful inches taller than him, and thicker. His skin was darker,almost olive-like skin. His raven black hair was parted to the right side of his face. My left. Just like the scrawny boy, he was wearing black clothes but a small, golden chain necklace to accompany his black outfit. They smiled at us, and for once it didn't creep me out as expected. Suddenly, a rush of somewhat horniness filled me and before I could think about what I was saying, it slipped out.
"You wanna go get weird?" All that pressure had took a tool on me, but with the upcoming event it was soon to be released.
The scrawny boy was lead into the car by Sarah, until I, beckoned for the slightly plump boy to come to me.
Everything else was in a blur just like when I went out of the house to hijack the car. I was naked, he was naked, I was on top of him, riding his cock. He was under me, supporting me with his rough, big hands, wrapped around my hips. A small smile was plastered on his face while small groans escaped his parted lips, his head was thrown back.
All I could remember though, was that American flag we had been having sex under that stuck out the most.
