I thought about pretending not to have heard anything she said. Everyone else in the car was being rowdy. Craig had the music turned way up. I wondered what I should do? Cindy had her elbow on top of my forearm. I moved my forearm off the armrest on the door and down to the space between the lower seat cushion and the door. Her tiny arm followed. My hand slowly and nervously found hers. I slid my fingers between hers. She just kind of let me do that. Her hand felt so soft and warm.
We continued to drive through the night. I was lost in this private exchange. Then Cindy moved her hand away from mine to her lap. I felt discouraged. She lifted herself a bit, moved her hips from side to side, grinding her cute bum onto my raging hard on. She pretended to be adjusting her skirt.
What she had really done was move the fabric of the skirt from between my raging hard on and her cute bum. Her hand returned to mine clasping it with our fingers interlocked. Now the only thing between my raging throbbing penis and her warm skin were the panties of her uniform and the material of my warm up sweat pants.
I laid my head on the back of the seat and up against the window. This was a rare moment and I knew it. Losing the game meant nothing now. Cindy turned her head towards Craig and asked, “are we going to the party at Wilson’s?”
Craig turned down the radio, looked to the back seat and asked, “You guys want to go to Wilson’s party?”
The back seat had three other University football players crunched in tightly and Stacy, another cheerleader kind of sprawled across them. They all had the game still in the forefront of their minds. In the front seat we had me, with Cindy sitting on my lap, another University player in the middle and then of course Craig who was driving his dad’s piece of crap Buick. Nobody said anything.
I had wanted to ride my motorcycle to the game but the second string University players had to ride the bus, no ifs ands or buts. Since the coach asked me to plat first string, I was able to hitch a ride with Craig. I had no clue I would end up going to a party.
Cindy realized the dilemma I was in. She put her little hand on my chin, turned my head to face her and asked, “hey Lips, it’s OK if you tag along with us to the party isn’t it?”
I didn’t know what to say. My folks were not the type that needed to know where I was every minute, but even though I was eighteen my dad would still always lock the front door at midnight. That way I had to wake him up and explain what I was doing if I got home after that. I did not even think it through, my mind was swimming with Cindy looking into my eyes and actually talking to me. I managed to speak, “Sure that sounds cool.”
Cindy turned to the back seat to talk to Stacy. When she tuned her body, my raging boner adjusted a little. It was throbbing uncontrollably. I thought I was going to lose my load right there in my warm up sweats. Cindy must have felt something because she tensed her buttocks and squeezed my hand playfully. I was not sure how much more of this I was going to be able to take. I put my head back and looked out the window biting my bottom lip.