Where it happened: pickup truck
Gosh, where do I start. Okay, let’s see, Dave was 17 and I was 14 and we were on our way to a track meet on the bus. He was such a jerk, he was always making remarks to me and this day was no different. He told me that I was stuck up and that I thought I was too good for anybody. He was carrying on like this and I told him to shut up and leave me alone. He said “BITE ME” He always said “bite me” when I told him to back off. He was just such a damn jerk. The first time I remember meeting him was when he was in forth grade and I was in second grade. We rode the same bus back then just like in high school. I remember he tripped me when I got on the bus and was walking back to find a seat. When I was in forth grade and he was in 6th he hit me with a snow ball that left me with a black eye. That was the last time we were in the same school and on the same bus until I became a freshman in HS and he was a junior. He alway had some smart thing to say but on this particular Friday on the way to the track meet he kept calling me a snob and so forth. I just wished he would leave me alone. Well after he said bite me, my friend Laura told me she thought he was just jellous that I never paid any attention to him. I told her I didn’t want to because he was so creepy. Then later on that day he told me I ran like a girl and that I shouldn’t even be in track and I told him, my excuse for running like a girl was that I was a girl, and what was his excuse for running like a girl. Again his reply was, “BITE ME”.
Then the idea struck me. Maybe I would bite him. I started acting real nice to him to try and get him to ask me out, but he would not come around. The next day was Saturday. I went over to his house and told him that maybe I was acting like a snob. I said maybe we could go out for a hamburger and make up.
I had dated Mike for three months and knew how guys were all hands on a date. I never did anything with Mike because I just was not ready. And so I broke off with Mike because he was so obsessed with wanting to pop my cherry. So I knew Dave would try something and my plan was to get him to pull his dick out and I would bend over like I was going to kiss it but in reality I would remind him of his favorite line “BITE ME” and my plan was to bite him.
That night, I dressed in a black skirt with a white blouse and white socks. I had my hair in a pony tail and looked really decent, He wore these ratty jeans and an old cowboy shirt that was clean but looked like it had seen better days. He was not nearly as good looking as Mike and not nearly as polite. I was wondering what I was doing out with him.
Just as I thought it would happen he stopped off after our hamburgers and parked by the river. I scooter over next to him in the bench seat of his pick up truck and we started to kiss. He made his move for my breast, just like Mike always did but unlike Mike I did not push it away. I let him unbutton my blouse and remove it and my bra. My heart was beating really fast as I felt his dick through his jeans. They were the button fly jeans that were popular back in the mid 80’s. He helped me unbutton them and to mysurprize he was not wearing any underwear. He pulled his dick out and I felt it in my hand. His hands were on my breast and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. My nipples were hard and I was wet. His dick was so hard and I was turned on. I was kissing him and he started to kiss my tits. Then I was laying on the bench of his pickup seat and he was kissing my stomach raising my skirt up and moving the croch of my panties aside as he fingered me. Then he entered me with his dick. It hurt but he was slow and gentle. He asked me if I wanted him to stop but I said no. He made love to me and when he finished I had not climaxed and he knew it but he made me climax with his tongue and fingers.
We started going steady after that and I became pregnant my junior year. I quit school and married Dave. We have a fine house and three fine children now. We have been married for 13 years and he is the only man I have ever slept with. He is still crude but gentle. A fine father and good provider. I love Dave very much and have never “BIT HIM” as I had planed to do.