driving lessons_(1)

Her name was Jessica. She was barely 15, and everything about her matched that. She was very thin, probably a size 3. Her breasts were not very large, due mainly to being so thin, but also having started developing late. She dressed like a popular girl, though a bit more modestly, having good Christian parents.

I had just started to drive, though I was 21 at the time. I never really was that interested in driving because I felt I could get around where I needed to fine, and I also felt I could be more wisely using my money on other things than gas and insurance.

One evening I was over at her house hanging out with her brother, when I heard her talking, or rather, complaining to her parents that she wanted to learn to drive and it wasn’t fair that she couldn’t. They patiently tried to explain to her that she needed to wait until she was legal, meaning fifteen-and-a-half. She was a few months shy of that. I left my friend in his room where we were playing a football video game, and went downstairs to see what I could make happen.

Jessica had a friend over. Her name was Rianne, and she was a few months younger than Jessica, though a slight bit larger in the chest and, in my opinion, a bit cuter, though Jessica was certainly adorable. Rianne didn’t have Christian parents, or at least ones who were overly concerned about the way their daughter dressed.

Rianne was wearing a very tight, form-hugging shirt and tight jeans with about an inch of skin above her beltline exposed. The outline of her bra cups could be seen impressed through her shirt, and her blond hair was in little pigtails, which I personally find extremely arousing. Jessica was wearing a rather tight shirt as well, though her parents didn’t know it because she was also wearing a hoodie over it. She had tight jeans on, which her parents didn’t like, but since all the girls did it, she was allowed to. She had her brown hair in a single ponytail.

I stepped downstairs, caught their eye, then started going outside. I hadn’t taken five steps when I heard the door open and close behind me. “Wait,” Jessica said. “Can you teach us how to drive?”

I turned around, smiling at them. “I only have a stick shift. Do you girls know how to use one, or has it always been just manual?” (Honestly, no puns intended.)

They looked at each other, disappointed. “No,” said Rianne.

“I can teach you,” I replied. “It’s not hard to learn.”

They both grinned eagerly and got into my car with me at the driver’s seat. I said, “I’ll drive to a parking lot. It’ll give us more room to mess up should we need it.”

We arrived at the parking lot. It was pretty much empty, only a few cars nearest the buildings, but the rest of it was clear. I told Jessica to get into the driver’s seat, which she did, and I got into the passenger seat. Rianne was sitting in the back. I tried to explain the balancing of the use of the clutch and gas to Jessica, but she was having a hard time. So, I said, “I’ll put my hand on your legs. When I press one, it means to press or let go. Remember, slowly.” She nodded. I also had the stick, ready to shift gears when I wanted her to (I didn’t want to give her too much responsibility at once).

My hand was about an inch below her crotch, and she seemed a little uncomfortable with it, but overall, she seemed alright. I said, while pressing lightly onto her left leg, “Start releasing the clutch,” but she did it too fast, before I could tell her to start pushing on the gas. I had her start it up again, and we failed three more times, my hand staying an inch away from her clothed, virgin pussy the whole time.

Finally, she was successful. I could see her sweating a bit from the excitement and nerves of it all, and we started driving around in first, then second gear. We just drove in loops, and when she would turn, I would lightly press my hand into her crotch, disguising it as moving with the momentum of the car. She looked at me once the second time I did it, a wondering, confused, suspicious look on her face, but said nothing.

Finally, I had her stop and I put my elbow resting on her shoulder. “Good job,” I said to her, placing my hand ever so lightly on her breast for fear she’d notice. “Thanks,” she said, shyly, and smiling broadly. She didn’t seem to notice the location of my hand, or she didn’t care. “Rianne, you want a turn?”

The same things happened with Rianne, though I could tell she was a bit looser morally than Jessica. She even spread her legs slightly on the turns, and I could swear it was to make it easier to press my hand against her virgin pussy on the turns. After a few rounds, I said, “Why don’t we go to the shop and get some ice creams?