This is a flash fiction story about sex, lust and affection. Sometimes, even a shy woman has to take a chance for a possibility at love.
After class several students of the University of Pittsburgh decided to go to a bar. The bar was closer than some of the parking lots. It was happy hour at the bar. A pitcher of beer was cheap. The jukebox was connected to the Internet. The choice of songs was nearly infinite. When the students walked in “Time of the Season” by the Zombies was playing. The pizza was good.
Three hours later Jeff Hillside said, “That’s it for me. I have an eight o’clock tomorrow.”
He got up from the table and slung his backpack from his right shoulder. His classmates said goodbye and he left.
Outside, it was a warm Pittsburgh night in Oakland. The sidewalk was crowded with people, mainly students. Flood lights lit up the Cathedral of Learning. Jeff had parked his car on the other side of campus. He started walking. Someone called his name. He stopped and turned around and saw it was Penney Meyers. She’d been at the bar with everyone else. She had her backpack, too.
“Could you give me a ride?”
“Sure. I’m parked the hell way over on the other side of campus.”
They started out. The vehicle traffic on Fifth Avenue was heavy, creating a constant stream of white and red lights. Jeff and Penney talked. Shy Penney Meyers. Jeff liked her. He thought she was cute. She was always on a diet, trying to lose weight. She wasn’t fat, but she wanted to be slim. What did his father call women built like Penney? Pleasingly plump. That was it. Pleasingly plump. She had a butt, hips and breasts. No, Penney wasn’t slim. She would probably never be slim. Who the hell needed slim. She wasn’t trying to make it as a runway model.
“Here we go,” Jeff said approaching his car.
He opened the door for her. “Thank you,” she said.
“You’re so welcome.”
He closed the door and walked around the front of the car to the other door. She reached across and unlocked it for him and he got in pulling the door shut. The parking lot was nearly empty of cars. Here and there the dark lot was lit by pole lights. Jeff put his backpack in the backseat with Penney’s.
She said, “I think I’m going to have a heart attack.”
“What?” he said.
“My hearts beating so fast I think I’m going to have a heart attack.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I’m going to make a fool of myself.”
To his surprise, she reached into his lap, pulled down his zipper, pulled his soft manhood out and lowered her head into his lap. He felt his manhood go into her mouth, the back of her head coming up then disappearing back down into the shadows.
He didn’t believe what was happening. He tugged at her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt. He reached under her blouse and pulled up the cups of her bra. Her breasts felt warm and plump in his hands. Someone was walking toward a car in the parking lot. The car was five empty parking spaces away. Jeff had become rigid and swollen in Penney’s mouth. Jeff recognized one of his professors as the person walking toward them. Penney’s head kept bobbing in and out of the shadows. He had gently pinched her nipples erect. The professor got into his car, started it up and then drove away.
“Penney,” he said.
Her head kept boobing up and down on his rigid pole. He just couldn’t believe this was happening. This was shy Penney Meyers, so self-conscious about her weight.
He moaned. She kept going and going. “Penney, I can’t hold back any longer. I can’t hold back.”
Penney’s head bobbed faster.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. ”Oh yeah.” Then all he could do was groan, “You’re draining me. You’re draining me…You’re draining…”
After a moment Penney’s head came up. Jeff looked around. He put his semi-soft rod away and zipped up.
Penney said, “I am so embarrassed.”
“Well,” she said, “it’s not like we’re dating or anything.”
“We are now.”
“Because I just did you?”
“Because I really like you. And you’re cute.”
“Cute?” she said. “I’ll be cute when I loose ten more pounds.”
“Penney.” He leaned across and kissed her deeply in the mouth. He leaned back, and when she opened her eyes he said, “You’re fine just the way you are.”
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