The door slammed shut. Out of excitment, though.

I was just so happy that I could finally escape. I had my license, I had my dads BMW, and I had the open road. I was already beyond ready to plug in my iPod to the car and play my music. I needed good driving music. I needed to speed through the cars on the highways and drive off with my best friends into the sunset. I needed a good rock song. I plugged in my iPod and it knew exactly what I wanted.
Lit Up, by Buckcherry.
Sure, it was about cocaine, but right now it was about looking like a total bad ass and feeling free.

I pressed play.
I turned it up.
I raced away. Up my street, making the sharpest of turns, and gliding through the stops signs.
I wasn't exactly sure where I was going, but I needed to get there.

Halfway down the main road is where I realized the perfect place to go: the little coffee shop. The cute little coffee shop owned by the sweetest old man I've ever known that was going out of business. I wanted to tell him and his wife that I finally got my license. I wanted to see them smile.

I pulled up to the second stop light on my way there. To the right of me, was a little red Volkswagen. Inside we're four middle schooled kids and what seemed to be an older boy driving. Probably an older brother of some sort. They were basically screaming a One Direction song that was on the radio. The light was taking forever so I revved my engine and turned up my music, which by that time was Pirates by Bullets and Octane. The cute boy in the drivers seat smiled and his mouth fell open a little. He shut it by nibbling his bottom lip. It made me blush, but the red in my checks went away as soon a the red light did too. Once green, I sped off. My destination was approaching. It didn't take long to park my Beamer, which just ended up making me feel cooler and happier.

The sign on the door said closed, but I was like family with them, and we both knew. The good thing about the closed sign was that it added to my happiness to know that it was just Jack and Denice. Or as referred to by customers, Mr. And Mrs. Milward.

I burst through the door; "See that...blue-ish purple-ish Beamer out there?!? That baby's mine! See this shiny key?! It's mine! Jack! Denice! I got my license! I can legally drive! I can legally push levers with my fee-"
"Jenna, see this curly haired nephew? It's mine."
I stopped.
"I bet he doesn't have a BMW in the parking lot!"
Jack laughed.
"Actually, my cars are at home, sorry."
He turned around and what I didn't notice before started becoming clear: damn he's attractive. And that's when the red light that had silence my blush before turned green. And just like me,it sped off too. Right back to my checks.

The first thing I noticed was his eyes. They were green. I had never seen green eyes on a guy before, and his saw right through me. I felt naked, I felt exposed, and honestly I felt like I should've been getting naked. Then it was his general body. Not generally scrawny like the other boys at my school. Not even the older ones.
His hands were big, but not disproportionate. They had a gripping appeal to them, and his arms looked firm. He smiled when he saw me and the dimples that dipped in his.checks made me melt.

I suddenly checked myself, am I okay? What happened? What is happening? I was already so turned on it was almost irrelevant that I even knew how to drive. The only thing I wanted to ride was him. I looked down at my appearance and my cami had fallen from bouncing in a fit of joy.

He looked back, and I could tell my blush was contagious. Another contagious thing was seemingly the act of checking each other out, because I could feel his emerald eyes on me like a hawk on a mouse. When his eyes drifted to my shirt, I felt like ripping it off.

All this happen in a short enough time frame that Jack stopped laughing and introduced us.

"Jenna, this is my nephew, Harry."
I said nothing.
"Hi, Jenna." He said in a rather appealing tone.
I blushed even more. Getting wetter and wetter by each smirk.
"Jack, when are you closing up?" I said. Completely forgetting the sign that I pushed pass on my way in.
"Now. Good night you two. Harry thanks for visiting and Sophie congratulations on the license."
"You too." I said, still in a slight daze.
Jack laughed and Denice smiled. they walked out the back door, holding hands.

I walked over and took Harry's hand.
"My car is broken. Will you fix it? I even spilled oil on my pants..."
I took his hand an slowly pushed it down to the wet spot on my crotch.

Harry POV:

I saw her eye my unavoidable boner. Her bluntness was the most amazing thing. Her hair was blonde and thick. The tips were blonde. She was curvy and her body was healthy. She was perfect. By guess, I'd say she was a C cup, which was perfect.
She took my hand and we walked to her BMW. I couldn't wait to get in. I pushed her up against the car door, and grinded myself against her back. I felt her slight moan and it sent shivers up my spine. She turned around and bit my lip. I wasn't playing anymore. I opened the door and she pushed it shut. She whispered "not here, it's my dads and I don't have daddy problems". I wasn't taking no for an answer. I picked her up and took her back to Uncle's coffee shop. I opened the door and turned on the back light. We barely got behind the counter when she ripped off her tank top like shirt, leaving her in her bra. We fell to the floor giggling with kinky-ness. We started to push things around, fumbling to make room on the freshly-cleaned floor. She was kicking her shoes off when it flew off and hit the container of coffee beans. It spilled all over us and we giggled more at the increasingly kinky scenario.

"Ahhh, y-yeah, mm, Jenna."

Jenna POV:

"Mmm, Harry, yeah, yeah, like that."

He started sucking my collarbone, giving me love bite after love bite. The trail lead to my chest. He undid my bra and started caressing my breasts as I slowly breathed out. When he sucked the tip of my nipple, I let out a slight moan which made him suck more and harder.
My moans became groans as he started to move his big strong hands down to my crotch. It didn't take long for his fingers to find their way to my already soaked spot.
"Oh, babe. You're so warm and slick, you're tight too. Mmm yeah."
"It's been awhile, sorry"
"Yeah that's right. You're sorry. You're terrible an naughty and you need to be punished."


He pushed his fingers in slowly and in perfect rhythm to his kisses. I gasped at first, but then it turned into moans again.

"Say my name."
"Harry"
"Say it louder. Talk dirty to me." He commanded.
"Ohhh Harry. I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick your fucking dick in me until I cum all over you."
"Yeah, yeah, tell me more"
I started undoing his pants and palming him
"I want to taste this big hard cock. I want you to fuck me like rag doll. I want you to fuck me dry. I wanna feel you in me everywhere and I wanna taste your sweet cum."
"Yeah you do. Ohhh yeahh, yeah yea."
His breathing got uneasy

I didn't even wait. I attacked his dick with my mouth. He moaned. His moans got increasingly louder as I sucked more and more of his big juicy cock. His moans were a constant turn on, making me want him more.
when I finished, he had no problem in undressing himself an me in what seemed like an instant. His cock hadn't been untouched for a minute before he thrusted slowly into me.
"Faster, faster." I said impatiently.
He picked up speed and strength.
He moaned, his groans weren't as frequent anymore because he couldn't shush himself. But neither could I. I screamed and I was just about to lose it when he did. His final moans were the sexist, which made me clench up around him and finish. His voice turned patchy as he moaned his last few times.