She even sounds like a b-grade movie, he thought. He convinced his eyes to stop exploring her body, to meet her gaze. "Mandy, I LOVE the way you look.it's just that. I guess it's a bit of a shock. At school, you never wear anything more provocative than a tight sweater.do you dress this way every time you go out? Don't you get a lot of flack from your parents?" He realized he was gushing and shut up, coloring slightly.

She smiled wryly at him and ticked off her reply on her fingers. "First: I dress the way I dress at school in order to identify with those little idiots who follow me around like puppy dogs. I give them something to look up to, they give me a certain cachet of respectability, helping me to get on the cheerleading team, the school newspaper, the yearbook staff, student council, and so on. That stuff looks great to college scouts, after they finish examining your test scores, of course. "Second: no, I don't always dress this way when I go out, only when I want to reduce my date to a drooling blob of lust." She grinned mischievously. "It's working, believe me," stammered Jason, ".third," Mandy interrupted, "no, my parents don't mind much at all. you should see some of the things THEY wear. "and fourth, are we going to dinner, or not?"

During dinner, while his head was reeling from her fantasticly clothed figure, her slightly musky cologne, and two glasses of wine, she whispered to him in no uncertain terms what she expected of him later. Jason was in pubescent heaven. His erection had not subsided since she'd opened the door, and she certainly wasn't helping with her thoroughly lurid account of the things she wanted to do to him. If she weren't so straightforward and bossy, he thought, I'd think she was the biggest tease of all time. By the time dessert had arrived, she had removed a shoe, and was massaging his uncomfortable bulge with her toes, the concealing tablecloth keeping their secret. When she put her shoe back on and began squeezing his crotch between both heels, he thought he would explode. He didn't want to cream in his pants, but he didn't want to make a scene, either. The whole time, Mandy kept up a stream of innocuous conversation that for Jason, became increasingly difficult to follow. When they got to the car, she leaned back against the car, inviting him into her arms. For a few seconds, Jason hugged her gently, as if afraid she would break. He kissed her hesitantly, just before they both threw decorum to the wind, each grabbing the other fiercely, smothering each other with their mouths, their toungues. Jason squeezed her ass and pulled her tightly to him, marvelling at the unusual feeling of the smooth, pliant latex covering her muscular cheeks. Mandy responded by pushing her hand down his pants. Jason felt her hand around his erect shaft, and suddenly knew that they would not be getting home at the hour he'd promised his mother. He drew his head back, looked her in the eyes. "I think we'd better go somewhere." Mandy had him drive to the outskirts of town to an abandoned farmhouse she knew about from some previous amorous adventure. The entire way, she was melted against him, rubbing his skin with her hands, and distracting him from driving in general. Soon she had opened his fly, and had scooped everything out. Jason tried to think of something to say, but was overcome by the unique sensation of SOMEONE ELSE handling his cock, softly squeezing his balls. He tried to concentrate on the road, but when she pulled him into her mouth, for the second time that week, he almost drove off the road. "Ah! .ahhh" was all he could say. "Relax," she said, releasing his cock for a moment, "you drive the car, and I'll drive you." She again bent to her task. During a moment's clear thought, he realized she was quite good at it. Every time he felt ready to come off, she either slowed down or stopped altogether, moving her attention and tongue to his balls, or neck, or earlobes. Only once did she come up for air, to give directions.

When they finally arrived, Jason pulled out a large picnic blanket his mother kept in the trunk, "for road emergencies". He'd decided that this was a road emergency. In seconds, Mandy had him down on the blanket on his back, her legs astride his hips, and her hands pressing his shoulders into the soft earth. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" she asked softly, smiling gently down at him in the pale moonlight. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't break her gaze. "Umm, yeah," he answered sheepishly. Softly, she stroked his face. "Heyy. heyyy," she cooed, "it's alright! Everyone's a virgin some time in their life. You just sit back and enjoy the ride. If you feel like doing something, say so, or just do what comes naturally. Now then." She squirmed backwards enough to get at his belt and stood suddenly, unceremoniously yanking off his pants. "There! Now we're getting somewhere," she exclaimed, grabbing at his underwear. When she had him totally nude he protested, "Hey, wait a minute, I'm not wearing a stitch, and you're still dressed! That's hardly fair."

Mandy stood astride Jason's chest and looked down at his eager young face. He looked like a kid in a candy store. She feigned a hurt expression. "Don't you LIKE the way I'm dressed?" She ran her hands over the thin shiny patent leather covering her breasts, turned to face his feet, giving him an excellent view as she carressed her latex-covered derrier. "Er, well, I didn't mean." "And besides," she added, bending to look at him between her knees as she positioned herself above his head, "I'm not wearing any panties." So saying, she knelt astride his chest, pinning his upper arms under her shins, and squatting directly over his face. Jason had actually dreaded this moment. Although a virgin, he was by no means ignorant, and through his reading and by the coarse jokes and bragging told in the swimming team locker room, he had surmised that cunnilingus was a distasteful and unpleasant experience. All that changed in the next thirty seconds. As she lowered her crotch over his face, she began stroking his erect cock, occasionally leaning forward to tongue and partially suck on him. He was eager to return the favor. He sniffed cautiously. A melange of scent surprised his nose. The smell of the latex miniskirt, now hiked up around her hips was reminiscent more of certain pipe tobaccos than the smelly innertube rubber he was more familiar with. This was mixed with a new smell, musky and rich, not unpleasant, but. strange, with a hint of some musky cologne. He suspected she had scented herself here as well. Encouraged, he reached out with his tongue, exploring the pink flesh hidden in the hair. She tasted much the same as she smelledhe decided that the boys on the swim team must be crazy or liars, because he was already beginning to like it. As his tongue made it's first tentative entry into her hungry sex, Mandy moaned, backed up into his mouth, and bent further to take him completely into her mouth. Jason bucked his mouth and tongue against her and into her, having only a fleeting instant to thinkI'm doing it! At last, I'm actually doing 69 with the best girl in school! before the rising heat in his groin became a pulsing fire that swept through his mind, leaving only peace and a growing love behind it.

"Hey buddy, if you're not gonna drink, how about letting someone else use that stool, huh?" Jason awoke with a start from his reverie, realizing his daydream had become that lucid, remembering sort of sleep-dream. He looked up at the hard hat that had spoken, realizing that the deep voice belonged to a huge, muscular woman dressed as a construction worker. She had one meaty fist clamped around the wrist of a fierce-looking smaller woman sporting a green mohawk, the other around a huge can of Buddweizer. Jason blinked and said, "Uh, I was just leaving." Sometimes, he thought heading for the other end of the bar, discretion is the ONLY part of valor. As the saddening memories of his lost love returned, Jason hailed the bartender, who had been replaced by a six-foot tall pink elephant, and ordered another shot of the Macallan. Wistfully, he thought about that first night of blazing hot sex, of exploration and learning. He remembered that at one point, Mandy had been lying back, knees in the air, while Jason, his hands lifting her ass, lapped and sucked hungrily at her pussy. Essentially they were waiting for Jason's plumbing to recover before having at it again. Mandy had suddenly lowered her legs, tucking her ankles into his armpits, and pulled her skirt down around his head. When he started to back out to see what was wrong, she urged, "No, keep going," and pulled him to her with her ankles. Jason, his head squeezed between her muscular thighs and the tightly stretched skirt, his nose assaulted by her strong musk and the aromatic scent of the rubber, set to with renewed vigor, and soon found his tool hardening again.