​     Sixteen years old.

​     Four of them at one of the last drive-in theaters left in the world. Pierre sat in the front seat with Babs, his girl friend for the night. Adam sat in the back seat with a girl he'd just met. Joy. A half gallon of chablis emptied and a pipe got passed as they watched the first feature and ate popcorn.

     The sex began with the second feature.

​     Pierre and Babs got sideways in the front seat, so they disappeared from sight as far as Adam and Joy were concerned.

​     They heard them, though.

​     Pierre didn't make much noise, but Babs moaned and whimpered like she was going for an academy award.

​     The front seat shook. Adam heard the wet slap of Pierre driving himself between Bab's legs.

​     Joy looked at Adam and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, hey, we might as well. She opened her mouth so he could slip his tongue in if he wanted to, but she showed no interest in doing the same. She wore no bra because she didn't need one. Her nipples went from soft to hard to soft to hard as they kissed. He felt between her legs. Like a kitty, he told himself. Like a kitty. Pet her pussy like a kitty. (He'd been told that once, to pet a pussy like a kitty.)

​     Even at that, it took her a while to get wet enough so that Adam felt it was safe to stick a finger into her. But,

​     Whoa!

​     Joy stiffened like she'd been slapped. She pulled his hand away almost violently. No! She did not want his finger in her hole. She slipped off her panties, then pushed and pulled at Adam until they were more or less horizontal, although, really, that was impossible. Not enough room. Their legs got all tangled up. Joy finally had to drop one leg to the floor while kicking at the roof with the other, knees bent, so that Adam could get himself into her, and his legs were all scrunched up against the car door. How in the hell were they doing it in the front seat? he asked himself. He kept getting hard and soft and hard and soft himself because, frankly, he just wasn't that excited about the whole situation. On the other hand, he was sixteen, and fucking was pretty much all he thought about, so...

     Joy tried to make noises like Babs did, to show that, indeed, they were fucking in the back seat along with the two in the front, but her heart wasn't really in it, so she stopped. She didn't stay wet, either. Adam felt his dick grip the inside of her cunt as he plunged himself into her. At one point, it must've really hurt because she yipped like a pinched dog. He stopped, but she made a motion with her hips that said, No! No! Keep going! Finish! Finish! And then she did get kind of slick down there so that Adam got excited enough to stroke, stroke. Spurt! Spurt!

​     Joy slipped her panties back on quickly after that. They watched the movie while Pierre and Babs finished in front. Joy pulled a tissue from her purse to dab the tears from her eyes.

     Before they left for home, Pierre passed his pipe around one last time. He used only half of a half of half of a bud for each hit, so its bright red glow was minute as Adam looked down at it and filled his lungs with the resulting smoke.  

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