The Fishy Girl!
My buddy Dave and I sat in the back of 11th grade English class. In between us was Liza. She was hot looking. We slid her dress up a bit and took turns playing with her. Oh man! Her snatc h smelt pretty bad. I looked at him and he looked at me. We quickly removed our hand from under her dress. I raised my hand to use the laboratory first. Dave had to wait. I scrubbed and scrubbed trying to get that stank off my fingers. I finally gave up. Then soon after I got back Dave went. He came back about 10 minutes later. He then wrote on his paper and turned it up for me to see. It read, does your fingers still smell? I nodded up and down. Then the teacher she noticed and she came back to where we were sitting. Then she flipped over Dave's paper. The look on her face when she read the words. She looked at me and then at him and said, well what did you expect boys? I was like shocked. Then we both began laughing. Liza had no idea what was going on. She asked Dave if he wanted to sit next to her in study hall. He declined. Then she looked at me. I said yeah why not. So I sat next to her and played with her some more. We kissed a bit and made out. I figured what the h***. If my fingers already smelled more wouldn't hurt. So I enjoyed playing with her and rubbing her soft smooth legs. I exploded in my pants from all the fun we were having. I only had two more classes to go. I can remember walking around with my underwear all wet.
The year was 1979. It was a great year for us. She didn't want to ride the bus home. Asked me if I would give her a ride. So I gave her a ride in my 78 Trans Am. It was early June. It was pretty warm day. I took the tops out and watched her top blowing in the wind as we drove. I found a nice spot at the reservoir. We kissed and made out and ended up making love in the back seat. Both of us were covered in sweat . It was truly awesome feeling our hard young bodies sliding slick and wet together. It became the thing for us todo after school. To this day I don't know how I didn't get her pregnant. But I dodged a bullet for sure. I remember how good she felt. Years later I met her and her kids. I was with my wife and kids. She asked me if I still had the Trans Am. To which my wife said oh yeah it's sitting in our garage. The look from my wife told it all. Liza just smiled. Then my wife say the look on Liza's face. She new that Liza had similar experiences in the back of my car. Yes if only my back seat could talk. Glad it holds it's secrets. When I'm driving down the road with the tops out and playing the Rain Song from Led Zeppelin it takes me right back to warm spring and summer days and fun in my car parked by the reservoir.