The Rambler part 1 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 1

... side, away from the usual gathering spot for k**s from our town. I offered to fetch pop and popcorn and Tim's mom insisted on paying. The first feature had started by the time I got back. I breathed a sigh of relief to see that everyone was still seated in the same spots. After getting settled inside and handing out the drinks and popcorn, I said to Tim, "It's a good thing you didn't change seats." "Why?" I ran into Anderson and that bunch with their girlfriends in the lineup. Anderson said he saw us parked over here and asked where we picked up the two older girls." Both of the moms laughed out loud. Tim was concerned, "What did you say?" "I said we took a spin by the college and got lucky. I told him I'd owe him one if they didn't bug us and he said ok but I had to spill the beans if we got lucky. Getts said they'd be too busy themselves anyway. I don't know what Karen see in him, lucky asshole. ... Sorry, Mom." "It's ok." "What a riot," Millie laughed. "This is hilarious. Come on, Mary, let's take a walk." "Mom, don't!" Tim yelled, restraining his mom as she tried to reach past Mom for the door handle. "I'm just k**ding, don't freak out," Millie gasped, laughing so hard now she could hardly speak. "We'll play along." Mom looked at me, reassuring, "Yes, we'll play along." We all turned to watch the movie. About ten minutes later, Millie complained. "Tim, what are you doing?" I looked in the mirror to see Tim's shadowy head moving into the middle of the backseat, squeezing ...

... his mom into the corner. "I can't sit way over there," he said. "It will look like we bombed out." "What?" Millie sounded confused. "If we're sitting way apart, those guys will think we bombed out and Rick and I will get the shit bugged out of us on Monday." "Watch your language," Millie said, then, with more understanding, "Oh, I see." There was further rustling in the dark as Tim completed his move, then Millie complained, "But I can't see through the middle now." "Rick," Tim said. "Move over." I didn't move, staying behind the wheel. Tim pushed on the seat several times, hard enough to jerk me ahead. "Come on, move over. Don't blow it." "Come on, honey," Mom kicked in. "I won't bite you." She picked the popcorn up from the seat, opened the glove box and set it there. "Come on, play the game," she beckoned. I shifted over about half way from behind the wheel, leaving about a foot between us. Silence settled into the car, except for the sound of the movie from the speaker box hanging in the window, the munching of popcorn, and the odd suck through a straw. After another ten minutes or so, Tim's mom spoke again. "Timmy, can you pull the seat back so I can see over it?" Her voice was quieter, almost like a real date half an hour into a movie. Tim wiggled the seat. "Move over more, Rick." I complied and Rick must have leaned down to pull the seat lever because it pulled back as soon as I shifted over. I had to move even more then to support myself and ended pressed very close to ...