With that he started thrusting in hard and fast, not particularly worrying about what Helen thought. He was just going for broke and as far as he was concerned she was old enough to do her part without coaxing. He was pleased to find that this was true, with Helen thrusting urgently to meet him, apparently deciding to make the best of things.
Paul kept going the same way he started, full steam ahead and who cares what lies in wait. As far as he was concerned things were building up nicely. An idle glance at Helen showed that she seemed to be doing alright, her eyes closed as she moved energetically, trying to keep up with his youthful ardour.
He gave a gasp, knowing what about to happen, then plunged in with wild abandon, releasing himself into his willing playmate. Or was that unwilling playmate, he idly wondered, as he jerked frantically, spending his seed. At least, from her response she seemed to have climaxed when he ejaculated. Either that or she knew how to fake it with amazing style.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he tidied his clothes. “You have my word that I won’t try to coax Christy into or out of her cheer-leader uniform. I will just treat her as my best friend.”
Helen glared at him and left him in the kitchen, heading to her own bedroom to tidy up and get out of that uniform. She smiled to herself. Though she’d never admit it to Paul it was nice to know she still had what it took to attract a stud. It might have been fast but he’d made her climax, even if only in a small way.
Paul hung around the kitchen, waiting for Christy. True to his estimate it was close to half an hour before she finally showed.
“Shut up,” she snapped with a smile as he smiled knowingly.
“Didn’t say a word,” he protested.
“Maybe not, but you were thinking it,” she pointed out and he laughed.
Paul had made allowances for Christy not being ready on time and booked their table at the restaurant accordingly. They arrived at almost the exact moment he had forecast. They had a pleasant dinner, exchanging small talk and flirting.
Leaving the restaurant Paul waited until they were in his car before broaching their plans for the evening.
“We can either go to The Grande for a while, and possibly meet up with some others, or we can go and park somewhere I can kiss you without interference.”
“Well, I suppose it won’t hurt to park somewhere for a short while,” said Christy with a giggle, “as long as you understand that only kissing will be allowed.”
“Understood and agreed,” said Paul, driving off.
He took them to a park where there were tall trees along one side. He parked between a couple, effectively hiding them from the road.
“Shall we adjourn to the back seat for a while?” he suggested, unsurprised to find Christy agreeing.
“You know, I was going to suggest that you bring your cheer-leader outfit with you. I was thinking you could change into it and I could make love to a cheer-leader,” he said.
“Oh, yes? And what made you change your mind?”
“When you get right down to it I didn’t want to make love to a uniform or to a girl who was wearing a uniform. I wanted to make love to you and I want you naked when I do it.”