My friend in NZ sent me this back in the spring of 2012--- a memory of an adventure she had in 2002 with two slightly older boys. The full story is in a May 2018 post here, a post called "Two One Zero: Lookout". I printed off her original email and had it bound into a collection of emails and blog posts I'd assembled. It's something I want to keep, something I want to remember.
It says something about me that what fascinates here is the Range Rover. It matters to me that this all happened in a Range Rover, in a particular kind of vehicle. It matters, too, that it happened at a lookout up above the city. Posh teens in a posh car, looking down on one of the wealthier suburbs--- the stage set mattered:
They were water polo boys... I think I was 15, they were 16 or 17. We were driving round aimlessly in a Range Rover, parked up at the waterfront for a while, then drove up to the lookout. We passed cans of RTD bourbon around. One of them rolled a joint. I was in the front seat, bare feet up on the dash. Jake, who was in the driver's seat, started kissing me & putting his hands down my top. Hadleigh was in the back. They were both blond, swimmers' bodies-- lean & muscular. Hadleigh was just on the verge of being drunk, Jake hadn't had too much to drink. I remember Jake leading my hands down to his cock, which felt so hard through his jeans. I undid his fly and took him out of his jeans. Hadleigh was watching everything from the backseat. I leaned over and started sucking Jake. He was running his fingers through my hair, gently guiding my head. Jake came in my mouth, and as I sat up and swallowed his cum with a mouthful of bourbon, I could see Hadleigh with his cock in his hands. He was so big and so hard. He pulled my arm and I climbed over to the back seat. I sucked Hadleigh's cock and swallowed his cum as it shot down my throat. I still remember Jake watching from the front seat.
Jake rolled another joint and climbed over and joined us in the backseat. Metallica was on the radio, we had a few more bourbons. There were always a few gay rumors floating around school about Hadleigh. I sat on Jake's lap and put my bare feet on Hadleigh's lap. Then some three way kissing just...started. I was just...filled with pure delight and amazement when Jake & Hadleigh first kissed. The way they looked at each other. Jake had his fingers in my cunt at the time, but I could tell they'd never kissed before. Things progressed, and I watched fascinated as Hadleigh sucked Jake's cock. Jake had his fingers intertwined with mine, and he squeezed my hand so hard as he moaned and thrust and came. They kissed afterwards, then there was a moment when Jake and Hadleigh were looking at me. I thought I knew what Jake wanted, so I took Hadleigh's cock out and slowly started sucking. He was already hard. I sucked him, my eyes on Jake, until after a few minutes Jake leant down and kissed me, then took Hadleigh in his mouth. I sat back and watched again, so wet. It was incredibly hot. I had never experienced this before, and it was beautiful. Hadleigh came hard. Jake didn't swallow, the cum trickled out of his mouth, then he leaned and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
I was like, gagging for some attention by this point. I climbed on top of Jake and rode him on the backseat (17 year old boys do have some good points...they recharge fast!) I finally got my orgasm too. They had both been fingering my cunt during the night, but I wasn't quite there quite yet. It was my first three way, and I fucking loved it. It wasn't until a few years later that I finally had two cocks in me at the same time, which was a game changer. But I will always think fondly of my night with the water polo boys.
Reading the story now, thinking of it as a story, I wouldn't have had Metallica playing. I'm no fan of heavy metal. There is that. But I do love it that it all happened in a Range Rover. And I love the image of Jill in the front seat, inevitably in tiny cut-off denim shorts, bare feet on the dash. There's something so deliciously alluring about that. Tanned legs, bare feet, tiny faded shorts... I have to wonder what she was thinking. She was in the front seat with Jake, so she would've counted as his date. Did she want a three-way to develop? Was she wondering why Jake had brought another boy along? Was she just indifferent to having Hadleigh watch her with Jake? In their circle, when kids made out or hooked up at parties, did anyone worry (on beaches, in spa pools, on sailboat decks) about being seen?
Did she know that he was driving her up to the lookout to have sex with? Was it a decision that she made before or after they parked and the RTD bourbons went round? When she climbed into the Range Rover that evening, was she expecting that at least one of the boys would fuck her? That does matter to me--- knowing when the decisions were made, knowing whether she'd done any planning, knowing whether she'd done anything with either of them before. Jill at fifteen or sixteen still (sometimes) wore underwear but rarely bothered with birth control until she was at university. What planning was she doing? Or was she just utterly passive, and waiting for bourbon and a joint to make the decision for her. Bare feet on the dash--- was she flexing cute, dark-tanned toes with impatience during the drive, or just as a distraction to the boys? How did Hadleigh in the backseat decide to take the risk and stroke himself while watching Jill with Jake? Had he wanted Jill before?
The story itself isn't entirely implausible. I'd be suspicious of how easily the two boys experimented with each other--- even in NZ, even in a city that prides itself on being a hippie town, even years and years after my own teens, that's hard for me to imagine. I did find a website for her school and scrolled back through their years of sports teams to find that there was a water polo boy named Hadleigh who graduated the year before Jill--- a boy who went on to be some sort of developer in the city. So at least that one point has some plausibility
No...not entirely implausible with rich, bored, drunk kids. But what does interest me is the prelude to it all. Or preludes. What interests me is what each person in the Range Rover was thinking, and what each person thought would happen. The actual events are hot, yes. But what I'd like to know is whether it just happened or whether any or all of them planned it.
Any thoughts out there over the aether?
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