Author's note: This is a rewritten and finalized version of this chapter, uploaded on 9/6/2016.
Saturday November 12th
After a considerable amount of arguing, Marty had given up on Doc and wrote him a letter detailing what would happen to him in 1985, slipping the letter into his pocket before being shooed off to the dance.
Marty had picked Lorraine up and pulled into the school's parking lot, nervous and unsure what to do and if it would even work, considering what the two had done together already. Second guessing himself, he began doubting his ability to get his parents together. He shrugged and supposed it was worth a shot anyways, so he uttered the line he knew he had to ask. "Do you mind if we... park... for a while?" he asked. Lorraine's eyes lit up. She was clearly very happy with his question.
"Oh, of course! I'd love to park!" she purred, and even though he should have expected it, Marty still looked somewhat fazed by her words. Staring at her, she stared back, and was clearly confused by the look on his face. "Marty, I'm almost 18 years old... it's not like I've never parked before. You more than anyone should know about what I've done." she giggled at him and gave that sweet girlish smile that made him weak.
"W-what you've done? What have you done?" Marty asked, somewhat curious now. Besides him, had she been with other guys? Was she still a virgin, or had she given it up to someone else? But he thought she wasn't that kind of girl...
"Well, besides you, I've touched a few other guys... but I never went any farther than that." Lorraine confessed. She could see that Marty was clearly surprised and a bit disappointed. "But don't worry! That doesn't make you any less special." she assured him, smiling warmly. Marty smiled back at her, feeling a little bit better at her sweet remark. Neither said anything, and there was an awkward silence. Lorraine broke it. "Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?" she asked in concern.
"No, no." Marty answered hastily. Lorraine turned and pulled a small bottle of liquor out of her bag, taking a swig. Marty looked at her in alarm, and snatched it out of her hands. "Lorraine! Lorraine, what are you doing?" he scolded. She grinned at him.
"I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet." she giggled.
"Yeah, well, you shouldn't drink." Marty sighed.
"Why not?" she asked, surprised at his attitude.
"Because you... you might regret it. Later in life." Marty told her warily. Lorraine huffed.
"Marty, don't be such a square. Everybody who's anybody drinks." Lorraine told him. Marty shook his head and sighed, shrugging before he took a swig of the liquor himself. He spit it out as he noticed Lorraine lighting up a cigarette.
"Jeez, you smoke, too?" he asked, wiping his mouth and attempting to regain his composure. Lorraine looked at him, very annoyed.
"Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother." Marty stared at her with wide eyes. She was unaware of how awkward that sounded. Not sure what to say, the silence returned. "Marty, why are you so nervous?" Lorraine asked, creeping closer to him. Marty gulped nervously, staring at her chest. He averted his gaze quickly.
"Lorraine... have you ever been in a situation where you knew you had to act a certain way, but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?" Marty asked, uneasy. She stared at him.
"You mean how you're supposed to act on a date?" Lorraine asked curiously. Marty knew he shouldn't be nervous, but he still felt uneasy anyways.
"Sort of." Marty stammered. He could feel Lorraine getting closer to him. He fidgeted a bit, not wanting her to see that looking at her chest had gotten him excited.
"I think I know exactly what you mean. You know what I do in those situations?" Lorraine asked, inching closer to him.
"You do? what?" Marty stammered. He felt Lorraine's hand on his chest, and the other had slinked down between his legs, much to his dismay. He knew that any advances he made wouldn't make her mad, this he was sure of.
"I don't worry." Lorraine finished, closing the space between them and joining her lips to his, and even though he should have been used to it by now, Marty was still startled by her quick advance. He moaned into her mouth and melted into the kiss, feeling a rush of relief from her affection. She was like a security net for him at this point, and her kisses never failed to entice him.
"Mm..." Marty murred happily into her lips, noticing that she had spiced herself up quite a bit for this date. She smelled sweet, as always, but it seemed she had added some perfume to the equation. Marty's happy moans made Lorraine's heart flutter, and she began rubbing between his legs in an attempt to get more of those sweet muffled moans she loved hearing. She pulled away for a moment to allow both of them a few breaths.
"Looks like you're excited..." Lorraine purred, and Marty just turned his head, his eyes darting to the side in embarrassment. Even after all they had done, he was still bashful. "You're so cute. is it okay if I take them off?" Lorraine asked, fluttering her lashes in a charming fashion. Marty gulped. He was tongue tied.
"Uhh- I-I, guess..." Marty told her, feeling a knot in his stomach. As long as they didn't go all the way he supposed it was fine. Although, Marty knew he should be the one taking the initiative considering he was supposed to force himself onto her... but he hardly doubted that she would reject him even if he was a bit forceful. Marty bit his lip as his pants were removed, and shortly after, his underwear, to which Lorraine seemed pretty happy to get off. Marty watched as she wrapped her fingers around him and began moving her hand up and down, bringing pleasurable feelings through his body. "Mm..." Marty groaned softly to her. Her hands were like silk on him, a million times better than any session he had ever had with himself. But he felt like, in a way, he was degrading her, allowing her to do this to him. Not for the reason he would think, but because she's such a beautiful, pure girl. It felt wrong making her pleasure him. But she was doing it of her own will, so why should he be upset? Marty shuffled a bit as he began slipping his jacket off, making Lorraine look up at him. Marty smiled down at her as he began slipping his shirt up over his head, which he then tossed to the side. Lorraine crawled up, and rubbed her hands around his chest. Marty felt his cheeks heating up. It was kind of odd. He was completely naked, and she still had all of her clothing on.
"Marty... you're..." Lorraine started, and then looked up into his eyes. "It's only fair..." Lorraine told him, and she moved away from him a bit and began slipping out of her frilly pink dress, revealing her thin young body. Marty's eyes were immediately drawn to her soft, supple breasts. feeling his eyes on her, she cupped her breasts in her hands and looked at him shyly. "Do you... like them?" she asked softly. Marty nodded his head. "I know they're not very big, but..." Lorraine shuffled closer to him and sat on his lap, allowing Marty a closer inspection of her chest. She still hadn't removed her panties, and the soft cotton cloth was rubbing pleasurably against Marty's member.
"They're beautiful..." Marty started, "just like you." he finished. Lorraine smiled warmly at him and removed her hands from her chest, placing them on his shoulders.
"You can touch them, if you want..." Lorraine told him shyly. Marty nuzzled her neck, rubbing her back before bringing both of his hands to her chest and caressing her tenderly. "Ah!" she let out a small whimper at his touch. Marty kneeded her breasts in gentle circles, using his thumb to rub her nipples back and forth. He looked up at her face, watching as she squeaked and moaned in bliss at his touch. The sound of her moans and the sight of her writhing on top of him was driving him crazy. He told himself he wasn't going to go all the way, he couldn't, he can't, he'll threaten his very own existence. But hasn't he already? Marty shook his head, removing himself from his thoughts. Lorraine grinded her hips against his own, making him murr softly at the feeling of the soft material rubbing against his appendage. "Oh, M-Marty... I can feel you down there." Lorraine giggled deviously at him, slipping off of his lap and taking her panties off. She handed them to him, and he looked at the soft cotton material that had a large, dark, wet spot in the center. It was very tempting for him to bury his face in them, but he resisted and tossed them aside.
"L-Lorraine, I-I, we don't have protection..." Marty reasoned, attempting to take control of the situation, but to no avail, as Lorraine had already resumed her place on his lap and was grinding her hips pleasantly against his. Marty groaned at the feeling. Without her panties on, her soft, warm, wet folds were rubbing up against his member instead. The feeling was making Marty forget about his reasoning. The pleasure made him want to ignore his best judgement, however it would take more than that to sway him. Lorraine just ignored his opposition and continued rubbing herself against him, a nice amount of her wetness having coated Marty's shaft by now, slicking him up rather nicely. "Ohh.." Marty's breath escaped him at the feeling. Lorraine was panting and moaning softly as well, enjoying the feeling of him against her own body. Marty stopped resisting. They weren't actually doing it, so there was no harm in this, right? Marty wrapped his arms around Lorraine and buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "Mm... L-Lorraine..." Marty moaned to her quietly. He sat back up and joined her lips to his, kissing her passionately. He began to jerk his hips back and forth softly, so as to not accidentally penetrate her. Lorraine kissed back hungrily and rewarded his thrusts with her own as well as showers of sweet girly moans. They both pulled back, panting heavily, and Lorraine hunched herself over Marty's shoulder as she moaned softly into his ear. Her hot breath on his neck was driving him even moire crazy, but he resisted pushing her down onto her back and taking her.
"Marty... please, I want to do it with you." Lorraine whispered into his ear, rubbing herself against him needily. Marty moaned back to her, feeling a knot in his stomach which he desperately wanted untied. He knew he couldn't do it with her. What if she got pregnant? He promised himself he wouldn't do it with her. But right now it was feeling very tempting. Lorraine nuzzled against him lovingly. "Don't worry... I have protection." she chimed, twisting herself around and grabbing her purse, before pulling a condom out of it. She waved the package in front of Marty's face, and he looked astonished. She slipped down between his legs, and tore the package open with her teeth, taking the condom out and slipping it down onto him. Marty felt it to make sure it was on properly, and then watched as Lorraine came back up and sat on his lap again, her wetness rubbing against him once more.
"L-Lorraine... I don't know..." Marty told her softly. She rubbed herself against him in encouragement, placing her hands on his shoulders. Marty put his hands on her hips, but he wasn't sure why he did it.
"It's fine, Marty. Please..." Lorraine pleaded, giving those puppy dog eyes that he simply couldn't resist. He sighed. Lorraine looked down, watching the liquids leaking out from her onto his member. Grinding herself against him once more greeted her with the pleasant sound of his moans.
"I... I guess, if we have protection." Marty concluded, and he thrust his hips a bit, rubbing up against her some more and allowing for more lubrication. Lorraine gasped in surprise, not expecting him to do that. Marty had pretty much given into his urges now, concluding that as long as there was no risk of pregnancy... then, well, it was fine, right?
"It's... it's my first time, so it's going to hurt." she told him. Sitting up, she prodded her opening with his tip, her heart beating a million miles a minute. Marty felt his breath trapped in his throat at the tension. He wanted her to put him inside, oh so much. He wanted to feel the pleasant tightness her body had to greet him with. But he could clearly see the fear in her eyes at the pain and intimidation of the new experience.
"Why don't we... break it... together?" Marty suggested, bringing a hand to her face and rubbing her cheek. Lorraine smiled at him, feeling touched by his suggestion. Her eyes glimmered, and she brought her hand up to rest on his.
"You're so sweet... okay." Lorraine agreed, nodding. Marty placed both of his hands on her hips, and Lorraine cautiously brought her hands to his shoulders once more.
"On the count of three?" Marty suggested. Lorraine nodded quietly. "Okay... one..." Lorraine tensed up. Marty looked at her for a moment. "two..." he tensed up as well, very wary. Lorraine braced herself. "Three!" Marty finished, thrusting his hips upward, and his thrust was met with Lorraine plunging herself down onto him. Marty inhaled sharply and bit his lip at the feeling of her heat engulfing him. "F-fuck! Lorraine, you're so tight!" Marty told her, gritting his teeth in a feeble attempt at silencing himself. He looked up and was met with the sight of Lorraine gasping with tears rolling down her cheeks. Immediately guilt filled Marty's stomach and he began comforting her. "Lorraine! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to hurt you!" Marty apologized profusely. Lorraine smiled at his words, and shook her head.
"N-no, it's fine. i knew it was going to hurt." she told him, leaning down and kissing him softly. "I'm going to start moving... when you start moving, please be gentle, okay?" Lorraine asked, wrapping her arms around him. Marty nodded in response, and she joined her lips to his again, shoving her tongue into his mouth and tasting him once more. Marty kissed back hungrily, hoping that his kisses would comfort her and make the pain go away. At the back of his mind, however, he was screaming to himself to stop... but he ignored it. Lorraine very cautiously began moving up and down, making Marty moan at the feeling of her tight warm walls surrounding him. He resisted the urge to add his thrusts, as he didn't want to hurt Lorraine.
"Ohh..." Marty moaned in bliss. It was amazing. He couldn't resist it, it was just too good. he didn't even care that he wasn't supposed to be doing this anymore. Soon, he began adding his thrusts and Lorraine began moaning softly as well, smiling at him. "D-does it still hurt?" Marty asked in concern. Lorraine shook her head.
"no... it feels really nice." Lorraine gasped out quietly. Her assurance made Marty feel more at ease, so he began to become more assertive with his thrusts, but still somewhat wary of hurting her. He thought about what he was doing. This was... well, he shouldn't be doing it. He needed to stop, he needed to just get out of the car and leave. But he couldn't for many reasons. One being that the pleasure he was having with Lorraine was just too good to abandon now, and the warm fuzzy feelings he shared with her swayed his opinions a million times over. His urges began taking over and he became less hesitant about his thrusts, now bucking his hips forcefully in response to each of Lorraine's own movements. "I-I... can feel you inside of me, Marty." Lorraine said, smiling softly at him. Marty blushed at her words, looking up at her and smiling shyly back.
"...Do you like it?" Marty asked, though he wasn't quite sure why he had asked. She had already said it felt good, but for some reason he felt the need to inquire anyways. Maybe it was because he was still wary of accidentally hurting her in some way, or maybe he needed gratification. She nodded at him.
"...of course." she answered between pants. Staring down at him underneath her made her heart flutter. His sweet boyish moans were the icing on the cake. leaning down to lay on top of him, she kissed him softly before pulling away and looking at him with glimmering eyes. "Do I feel good?" she asked innocently, though the question itself made Marty blush.
"Y-yeah..." Marty answered her in a soft breathy tone. Lorraine smiled coyly back at his answer, after which she sat back up to gain more control of her body. She began moving up and down on him again, this time a bit faster. Marty felt his stomach tighten at her actions, and he put his hands on her hips to push her down onto his hardened appendage with each bounce. Even with each passing moment, Marty still had a lingering of guilt in his mind. "I shouldn't be doing this... this isn't right... I need to stop..." were the words that echoed in the back of his mind. But he had pushed them away, as if they never existed. The feelings of pleasure and emotion were far too powerful for him to care about what he was doing anymore.
"M-Marty..." Lorraine huffed out his name, to which he moaned back to her in response. Hearing his name echoed in the veil of pleasure made things that much better. The experience of being able to feel good with a girl who he truly cared for, and to hear his name being called out because of it... he was enamoured. Lorraine seemed to be going a bit too fast. At this rate Marty wouldn't last another minute. He was having a bit of a difficult time doing it, but he pushed his hands onto her hips in an attempt to slow her down to a stop. Lorraine noticed the urgency in his actions and began to slow herself to a complete stop. Curiously, she asked what was wrong. "What's wrong? Why do you want me to stop?" she asked, and Marty took a breath before replying to her.
"Uhh... c-can I be on top?" Marty asked shyly. What they were doing already dictated that he had no reason to be bashful, but for some reason he still was. Lorraine smiled at him and slipped off of him before she laid down on her back.
"Of course..." Lorraine answered. She'd be totally fine with having him do all of the work. She watched as he repositioned himself carefully before entering her again, causing both to let out a gasp. Immediately, Marty began thrusting again with Lorraine now wrapping her arms around him, hugging him close to her. Her face was nestled against his shoulder in a shrewd attempt to muffle her moans. Marty had her held close to him as he took the lead and tried not to go too crazy. "Ah!" Lorraine let out small gasps and moans. She was a bit taken aback by how vicious he seemed to be. She supposed she was just too used to having been on top so the sudden change was a bit much for her.
"Oh L-Lorraine I-I..." Marty started, but he wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. If she kept letting him go at her like this, there was no way he would be able to control himself. He didn't want to reach past the breaking point just yet... no, it was too soon. Mustering all of his strength, he looked down at Lorraine beneath him. It was hard to focus when he was moving, but he did it anyways. Staring at her beautiful naked form, he admired how she looked even when they were doing something as rugged as this. She never ceased to be beautiful. Marty bent down and laced her neck with sweet fluttery kisses, making her smile even though she had her mouth open most of the time. He slowed his thrusting to a more relaxed tempo and decided just to soak in the feeling while he caressed her with his kisses. There was no need to go so fast when he could admire her like this and the two could appreciate the feelings they were creating together. "Lorraine..." Marty said softly to her. With his slowed tempo, both were able to regain a fair amount of composure, so she looked up at him to listen to his voice. "You're so beautiful..." he breathed to her. She nuzzled him, before pulling away and smiling at him, her eyes glittering. It seemed she didn't have much to say to him. The two just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Marty felt like they were in their own little pocket of the universe; completely alone and in their own little world.
"Marty..." Lorraine broke the silence, still staring into his eyes. "Can I... be on top again?" she asked softly. Marty just nodded at her, pulling out and sitting back up against the wall of the car. He waited for her to climb on to him and be greeted with the pleasant feelings once more, however Lorraine hesitated, instead staring down at his member. More specifically, the condom on him. Marty noticed her gaze and looked alarmed.
"W-what's wrong?" he asked in concern. Lorraine didn't reply at first, just staring intensely at the condom. It was as if she was thinking something.
"Nothing... I just..." Lorraine started, but didn't finish her sentence. She moved her hand closer to Marty, and she pinched the tip of the condom, slowly sliding it off before tossing it to the side. Marty's breath hitched. He had told himself it was fine if there was protection. Now there wasn't...
"L-Lorraine! What are you doing?!" he asked, exasperated. He could not believe his eyes as she crawled back up to him and began repositioning herself. Before he could object, she had already engulfed him again. This time it felt even better, and Marty let out a moan, but even after this, he regained his composure and shook his head, staring sternly at her. "Lorraine, w-we can't. What if you get pregnant? We can't. We really can't." Marty repeated, attempting to reason with her. But a flame in his stomach was already burning for them to continue and for him to disregard any of his inhibitions.
"I... I don't think I will. I think it's one of my safe days." Lorraine reasoned. It wasn't a very reliable excuse, and while girls did have 'safe days', they weren't as safe as their name implied. Marty could feel his lust taking him over again, making him begin swaying to agree with her.
"Are... are you sure?" he asked. Lorraine nodded at him. Marty bit his lip. Could he trust her? Could he trust himself? Could he trust this... safe day thing? "Well... a-alright. I trust you." Marty concluded. Lorraine smiled at him in appreciation, after which she began moving up and down on him again, greeting his body with waves of a sparkling pleasure. Marty wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, his hands on her back, and he leaned forward to greet her neck with his kisses once more. Lorraine seemed to have taken a note from Marty, as she had decided to go slow instead of fast. It's better to revel in the moment and enjoy the ride than to get to the finish line right away, Marty guessed. But he wanted to enjoy the experience as well. Littering her neck with his kisses and small nibbles made her moan to him in pleasure. Marty loved hearing his name in that tone.
"Ooohh... Marty..." Lorraine murred, only spurring Marty further. He just continued his affections before he began to feel the flame in his stomach getting bigger. He wanted more... he wanted to go a little faster. He began to add his thrusts to her once more, their hips greeting one another with each bounce of passion. But, their was a tinge of hesitance in his actions. He still felt wary of doing it without protection... what if...?
"Haah... L-Lorraine... I'm g-gonna go a little faster, okay?" Marty told her. She looked down at him and smiled. Marty smiled back at her.
"Alright... I'll go a little faster then, too." Lorraine replied, and just as she had promised, she began moving herself a bit faster. At this pace, it was more difficult to keep their composure, But Marty could still caress her, even if his meant moaning rather loudly against her skin. The pressure between his legs was starting to build again. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop it this time. Lorraine's walls seemed to be getting steadily tighter, greeting him with wonderful sensations each second. Marty no longer had the composure to kiss her while she moved atop him. His breathing had become ragged and uneven. Even through his unease, he could tell Lorraine was getting somewhere, too.
"Oh, L-Lorraine, I'm gonna cum." Marty warned her. That part of him that was nervous began taking over again, and he wanted her to slip off of him so he could finish outside of her body. But his wishes wouldn't be fulfilled.
"Oh, M-Marty, me too! Please... c-cum inside of me." Lorraine pleaded. Marty should have seen it coming, but he was still surprised at her request.
"W-WHAT?!" he asked. He wasn't even sure why he asked, since he heard her perfectly clear. He already knew he had agreed to this very action when she pulled the condom off. That was the whole point.
"Please Marty... f-fill me up." Lorraine begged him, looking down at him and staring intently into his eyes. Marty gulped. He couldn't hold it in anymore.
"I-I... haaaaahh!" he let out a long, drawn out moan as he ejaculated, and Lorraine moaned to him as she felt hot ropes of his liquid coating her inside. This pushed her over the edge, and she began to clamp down around him, milking him even more.
"M-MARTY!" Lorraine gasped his name as her orgasm washed over her body. At the same time, Marty was still feeling his own, as her orgasm had made his last longer. He shot a few more ropes of his fluids into her, before his body stopped tingling so intensely. He gasped as he began to sit back and revel in the afterglow. Lorraine went limp on top of him as well, laying against him. She smiled warmly and he wrapped his arms around her and caressed her back. She leaned down and gave him a small kiss. "Marty... I love you." Lorraine told him, and Marty felt butterflies again.
"I love you too." he replied, and she smiled before nuzzling him and then kissed him again.
"Marty... I can feel your liquids inside of me." Lorraine giggled. Marty just turned away and blushed.
"Y-yeah..." he replied.