Gone. Jim's car was gone. He should have known that the parking spot he'd found had been too good to be true. Only now, standing in the spot that was formerly occupied by his Honda Civic, did he notice the DO NOT PARK - EMERGENCY VEHICLES ONLY, sign. There was a phone number at the bottom of the sign to call, which he did. The machine that answered informed him that the impound lot would be closed until the next day.
Jim swore.
Then he swore again.
Then he texted Sharon.
She'd have sympathy. It was her birthday, and he hadn't secured a present for her yet, but once she found out that his car had been towed, she would have mercy. Sharon wasn't a materialistic type of girlfriend. In fact, she usually shied away from gifts, wanting to experience emotional connection instead. Jim, once again, reminded himself how lucky he had it with her. Why had he risked it all with that dark-haired girl? Sure, she looked like his fantasy girl, and she did seem to keep popping up to seduce him (there was something funny about that - how was she changing clothes so quickly, and how was she finding him all the time, anyway), but Sharon was the real deal.
BEEP BEEP
Jim's phone indicated a text. Sharon had responded. She was in the neighbourhood and would pick him up. The texted ended with a sympathetic emoji. Jim's heart swelled, feeling the love from his girlfriend.
BEEP BEEP
The next text informed him that she was shopping with friends, and he'd have to ride with them, which Jim didn't mind. Jim loved Sharon's friends. He'd even tag along on some of their "Girl's Nights", since they all got along so well.
He didn't have to wait long. Soon a blue Rav 4 pulled into the parking lot and approached him. In the front seat he could see Sharon driving. Next to her was her old friend Natalie, someone she'd known since high school. The tint on the window made if difficult to see deeper into the car, but he could see that there was someone else in the back.
Sharon pulled up next to him and waved at him through her window. Jim hopped into the back seat behind her.
"Thanks for picking me up," he said, "You really are a life saver. Oh, and Happy Birthday!"
Sharon turned around and beamed at him. "Thanks Jim! Seeing you is a nice birthday present, even if it's under stupid circumstances. We've got a couple more stops before we head home. You don't mind?"
"No problem," Jim said, "I'm just happy for a ride!"
"Have you met my friend Faith?" Sharon indicated the woman sitting next to Jim. He looked over and found himself sitting beside the dark-haired beauty from the mall, this time wearing short jean shorts, cowboy boots, and a white tank top, her large breasts threatening to escape. She smiled a hungry smile at him. He gulped audibly.
"Nice to meet you," he stammered.
"Likewise, I'm sure," Faith responded, "Sharon, you never told me your boyfriend was such a stud. Is he packing as much heat as I'm hoping he is?"
Sharon laughed, "I knew you two would get along!" and turned back toward the front of the car, driving out of the parking lot.
Faith, though, wasn't through with Jim. Adjusting her position in the car, she slipped her boots off, sat sideways, and slid her bare feet over onto Jim's lap. As if her very touch was magical, Jim's penis immediately became erect. Her toes were as deft as fingers as she teased his appendage, rubbing, grabbing, squeezing. Jim's breathing became faster, and he began to moan.
He wanted to stop, he wanted to leap from the car, but the flight part of his brain was being overridden by the intense pleasure Faith was giving him. Sharon chatted away to Natalie, mentioning more than once how great it was that she had a boyfriend who was easy to get along with, the he liked her friends, that he didn't mind riding in the back with Faith.
At a red light, Sharon turned and faced Jim, smiling, and thanked him for his patience. Her eyes flicked down to see Faith's left foot zip down Jim's fly and slip into his pants.
"Are you sure you two haven't met before?" she asked, curious, "It seems you're getting along as if you're old friends!"
She then turned back to the wheel and continued driving, as if she hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.
Jim's breathing continued to intensify. He knew he wouldn't last long, and he didn't want to spoil his pants, so he frantically tried to pulled Faith's feet from his groin. She giggled at the attention, and pulled her feet back. Jim sighed a breath of relief, closed his eyes, and put his head back to try to calm down. That's when he heard the click of her seatbelt.
Before he knew what was happening, his pants were pulled open and he felt a warm mouth over his penis. Jim looked down at his crotch, but all he could see was the back of Faith's head, her dark hair bobbing up and down, sucking greedily on his erection.
He exploded with gusto. Screaming Faith's name, he held the back of her head in place as he sprayed load after load down her throat.
A few minutes later, it was over. Faith lifted her head, licked her lips and smiled at Jim. She neatly zipped up his pants, then slid over to her side of the car, buckling herself in, and slipping on her boots.
The car pulled into another parking lot, one in front of a grocery store in Jim and Sharon's neighbourhood.
"Natalie and I need to run in and pick up a few things for the party," Sharon said, turning toward her boyfriend once again, "Do you mind waiting in the car with Faith? You two seem to be getting along well enough, and we won't be more than, um, probably twenty minutes. I'll leave the keys in the car so you can listen to music."
The love of Jim's life stepped out of the car, closed the door, and walked into the store, gossiping with her high-school friend. Jim, turning toward Faith...
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