Risky Sex Behind a Church

I'm staring into the baby blue eyes of a goddess; my dinner date, Courtney. We are posted up at Mr. Ghetti's, an Italian restaurant located in Spartanburg, SC.

Sparkle City is a 30 minute drive. We can do there, what isn't possible for us in Small Town Friendly: have dinner in a public setting.

Courtney's parents couldn't phantom the idea of a their sweet baby girl dating and loving a hood nigga from Ledbetter road.

But I digress.

The thing I love about Mr. Ghetti's, check that, two things. The unlimited pizza buffet and the $1 pitchers of draft beer. This is Court's favorite restaurant, but my first time.

My Queen speaks:

"Are you nervous about the big game Friday night?"

"No, I think if we play to our capability we should win. Although I'm a bit apprehensive about playing Statesville on their home court. I don't believe it's fair to play on the other team's home court with so much at stake."

"Wow, I never thought about it that way. If we could play all the games that determined who went to Regionals on our home court it would be a huge advantage."

"Do you plan on attending?" I ask.

"Of course silly, the National Guard couldn't keep me away from seeing you run, jump and shoot."

She giggles.

"You bad girl."

"I know right. Ever since we began you know…she whispers. Having sex. I get so hot and bothered watching you play. Your arms, legs, bottom, mouth; your sweat. MMM, I could just eat you up." She replies.

"Courtney, baby, you're making me blush."

"I doubt that Mr. Kincaid. I hear what the girls say. I'm sure this isn't the first you've heard about your sexiness."

"Well Miss Court, I can easily say the same about you, beautiful. How in the world did you end up in band?"

"You are by far the hottest band babe in the history of the band."

"Ha. Ha.There are plenty of hot girls in the band, our outfits aren't as revealing as cheerleaders. We are both smart and sexy."

"Courtney, you could wear a brown paper bag and couldn't hide your shapely backside."

She giggles and turns red with embarrassment.

"So changing the subject. What do you think about Mr. Ghetti's?" She asks.

"What is there not to like? I'm sitting at the table with the most beautiful babe in the restaurant."

"Hot oven fresh pizza and cold from the tap beer. I couldn't ask for anything better."

"I thought you would like it. Hey guess what?"

"What?" I reply.

"My mom is staying at my grandmother's house Friday and Saturday.

She will not return until Sunday afternoon. I was hoping we could hang out all day Saturday and you spend the night."

"What about your dad?" I reply.

"He will be out of town for business. Say you will come. Please!!"

"Sure sweetie, but what about your neighbors? A 6 foot 3 black guy will stick out like a sore thumb in your lily white neighborhood."

"Yea, at our house in Rutherfordton, but not the lake house on Lake Lure.

It's secluded and most of the neighbors only come during late spring and summer. We will be alone."

"Cool sounds like fun." I reply.

"Wonderful. I promise it will be the best day ever."

"Ok beautiful, I have only one request."

"Sure honey, anything."

"I want you to model the dress you are wearing tonight. You wear it so well." I say.

"I will gladly model it for you and I have a closet full of sexy clothes to put on for you and more importantly, slowly strip off for you bad boy."

"Baby, you're making me so hungry." I reply.

She giggles.

"Didn't the pizza fill you up?"

"Yea, but I didn't have any Courtney pie tonight."

"Mr. Kincaid, you are welcome to feed on me until my curfew. Are you ready?"

We are headed back to Small Town Friendly. I'm driving Courts sports car.

I instinctively know not to go through downtown Chesnee, especially while D.W.B. (Driving While Black).

We take the shortcut, which most of Small Town Friendly are aware. We both have a nice buzz from the pitcher of draft beer.

Courtney is incapable of keeping her hands to herself. She is rubbing my thighs and kissing my ear. I try to stay focused on my driving.

As we approach the little white church before the fishing pond and camp site. Courtney abruptly takes her tongue out my ear and exclaims:

"Oh my gosh, honey pull over, I've got to pee."

"Baby can you hold it."

"No, I'm about to bust. Pull behind the church."

I do as commanded and follow the gravel path around the back of the church.

Court jumps out before the car comes to a complete stop. She goes behind the car and out of sight.

I leave the lights on, but turn off the engine so as not to choke her from the car's exhaust. I take a moment to survey the landscape.

It's so peaceful, I see three horses grazing in the pasture. The moon brightens up the dark space.

Rick James comes on the radio. She's a very freaky girl, from her head down to her toenails. I lean my seat back slightly and take a moment to relax.

Then out of nowhere, the sexiest creature I had ever seen, appears in front of the car. The car headlights, spotlight, the dirty dancer.

She swivels her hips, goes down and touches her toes, then throws back her gorgeous golden locks behind her head.

She places her hands deep inside her hair tossing the beautiful cranium from left to right; right to left.

In perfect rhythm with Rick James Classic: Super Freak.

I continue to admire the vixen frozen, with my mouth agape.

I snap out of my trance when my private dancer gives me the come hither finger.

Springing from my seat, I go to my freaky girl. I walk into her personal space.

The look in her eyes, the taste of her tongue, the smell of her skin, all exudes sex.

I want to gobble her up. Courtney is biting, licking and sucking my neck. She goes for my belt.

"Baby, we can't do it out here." I plead.

"Yes, we can. I want you now."

Before I could protest further, my trousers were on the ground. The vixen then pulls up the bottom of her dress and pulls down her panties.

I pick her up, placing her on the car's hood. I pull down my Fruit of the Looms and begins kissing and licking my rider.

Courtney takes my Johnson in her hand and begins to marry it with her love vessel.

Teasing herself with the head of my now rock hard member. She tries several times to fit it in her honey-hole to no avail.

I pull down the top of her dress to reveal her perky C cups. I bite and suck, lick and slobber all over the perfectly tanned pair.

I then let out gasps. She finally hits pay dirt. My cock enters her tight, sizzlin hot womb.

After a couple of minutes of getting over the shock of such an unworldly feeling. I begin to pump and grind. Courtney is screaming at the top of her lungs.

If the church has a cemetery, she will wake their dead. I stay focused on keeping the screams coming. Pounding my queen the way she loves to be pounded.

I lean up and grab both her ankles. She is spread eagle like the most ornate hood ornament ever.

I take a moment to view this extra-terrestrial scream and moan. A sight only a di vinci work of art could rival.

Oh No. Why did I look? I bury my face into her neck. As I unload, I suck and bite.

The super freak is screaming louder than Jamie Lee Curtis in the first Halloween.

As we complete our session, I'm unable to move. My hands still have a handful of Courtney's tight ass, when

I get this overwhelming feeling of being watched. Considering my location, I'm hoping the local chapter of the KKK hadn't decided to take a stroll.

I turn to see the three horses at the edge of the fence. They are breathing so hard you can see they're breaths in the air; watching our sexy show.

I swear, I overheard one of the studs whisper to his homies:

"Damn, I wish that nigga hurry up. I'm next."

Court views them. "Aww look at the horsies." She says.

I snap back to reality. Here I am, in a small rural South Carolina town, with a half-naked white girl on the hood of a car. Not to mention having sex on church grounds.

"Baby we gots to go." I say.

Courtney now off the hood, attempting to pet our horny spectators. I pick up her panties.

"Baby, did you forget something?" As I twirl her pink undies around my index finger.

"Oh my God. Timmy, you're such a naughty boy."

She walks into my personal space, attempting to retrieve the silky garment.

"I will keep these safe." I say.

I place them in my pocket. She gives me a sensual kiss and we exit stage left.

We made it back to Small Town Friendly and pulled up to my apartment.

My Love's seat is reclined back and she is soundly sleeping. I park the car and take a moment to gaze at my beautiful rider.

I can't decide if she's a sinner or saint. As I stroke her face, she awakens and peers up at me with those soft baby blues.

I conclude that she is heaven sent. I would die a thousand deaths for her love.