“Let’s just take your car,” Brenda said. “We can come back for mine.”
“As long as that’s OK with you,” Ray said. She nodded that it was. They walked to his car, a ’91 Ford Taurus. He unlocked the passenger side door and opened it for her. She smiled at him for being such a gentleman. He walked to the other side of the car, unlocked his door, and got in.
A minute later, they were on the road. “Now, just to warn you,” he said. “My apartment is probably a little messy. I’m not very good at keeping it straightened up all the time.”
He glanced over at Brenda. He was not prepared for what he saw. She was teasing him with her shirt. Slowly, she was lifting it up her body, exposing the bare skin of her stomach. “That’s fine,” she cooed. “Probably no worse than my room.” Her shirt was riding up close to her breasts.
Ray did his best to keep his concentration on the road, but he found himself glancing at her every few seconds. Her shirt started to get very high up her chest. She was just about to lift it over her breasts. In fact, if he had looked closely he would have seen the very bottoms of them. Just as he was about to glance and see that, she pulled her shirt back down, ending the tease. She laughed while he just chuckled nervously.
A few minutes later, he saw her doing something again out of the corner of his eye. This time, she had lifted her shirt just over the waistline of her pants. Her hands did not continue to lift her shirt, however. Instead they were slipping underneath her jeans. Ray glanced at Brenda again. Now rather than teasing with her breasts, she was teasing with her pussy. Her hand disappeared under her jeans. She rubbed it around in a motion that made it look like she was masturbating.
Of course, she wasn’t. She was just trying to get him to full arousal. She decided that she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. That was not because she felt uncaring toward him, far from it. But if he was going to change because of having sex with her, she wanted it to happen so that they could move on and, hopefully, remain together. She realized that is what she wanted. She wanted Ray in any form, not matter what it was.
Ray turned the car off to a side street. “We’re here,” he said, pulling the car into a parking lot.
Brenda removed her hand from her pants with a big grin on her face. “Good,” she said.
They exited the car. Ray walked toward the apartment building with Brenda right behind him. He opened the main door after swiping a card of some kind. They walked into an awaiting elevator and Ray pushed the button for the third floor.