I love these final moments

She lived less than twenty minutes away, but I purposely drove well below the posted speed-limit. What was worrying me now, was we were headed back to her place, a good hour or more earlier than normal. Something that would no doubt raise suspicious questions from her parents upon our arrival. And like I said earlier, I was still confused, very much so, and did the only thing I could think of to do under the circumstances. I apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

She looked at me like I’d just turned inside out. “What the hell for?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly, even more confused now than before. “I just am.”

“You’re sorry for making me cum?”

I know there were words in my mouth, they wanted to come out, but for some reason, I couldn’t make any sense of them or arrange them in the proper order. “I didn’t, you ah…you, I mean, you ah…” Luckily for me, she kept talking, effectively shutting me up.

“I’m the one that should be sorry,” she continued on before I could make any sense of what was happening here. “I should have warned you,” she then added. “But I couldn’t help myself.”

I purposely turned down the wrong street, taking the long way around. By the expression on her face, she actually appreciated the fact that I had. I knew then we were both stalling for time, and I wasn’t about to pull up in front of her house until I’d at least made some sense of whatever the hell it was we were talking about here.

“Warned me about what?” I honestly finally found the correct words to say, though the look in her eyes told me she wasn’t quite buying my naiveté.

“That I can climax simply by having my boobs played with, even when I do it,” she told me. She looked up, “The lights are green,” she said…”Not red.” I had stopped the car at the light, not even bothering to notice what color it was when I did. It was red when I started up again, going through the intersection. Luckily it was just late enough that there were few cars on the road, luckier still there weren’t any cops around to witness my stupidity. But thankfully, Rose laughed, snickering at my obvious confusion, breaking the tension in the air. “Does that….shock you?” she then asked.

“Shock me? No. Surprise me? Yes.” I answered her truthfully. Then asking, “So…you really do? Cum I mean, just by playing with your breasts?”

“Yes,” she said softly, obviously embarrassed by the revelation, though I found her courageous in her acknowledgement of that. And perhaps her courage, boldness, and openness gave me courage as I pursued this interesting conversation we were suddenly having.

“So…do you, I mean, if you can…ah, you know, do you still…”

“Masturbate?” She finished for me. So much for my own courage. “Yes I do that too, don’t you?”

“Well yeah sure,” I freely admitted, glad my voice didn’t go up an octave or two when answering her. “Sure…yeah…of course.” She smiled at that.

“Ditto,” she said quickly. “But…I don’t have to always do that to have an orgasm either,” she now confessed. “I can actually get off, just by playing with my tits.”

I mean she had, or at least I had seen it first hand, even then I still asked. “Seriously…you really do?”

“You saw it…felt it, heard it,” she exclaimed, growing more and more agitated by the second. “Like I said, I can’t help it…it just happens. Maybe I shouldn’t have let you do what you did, but…I couldn’t help myself Jim. It would have been no different if I’d been sitting there jacking you off, and then at the last moment taking my hand away, letting you just hang there. When I placed your hands directly on my tits, I knew damn good and well what was going to happen.”

I thought briefly about telling her I’d come in my pants, perhaps by way of easing her personal discomfort, sharing something of an equally embarrassing nature with her. Quite naturally, I decided against it.

I’m glad you did,” I told her, just as we turned onto her street. “I think that’s hot as hell…I then told her.”

“You do? That doesn’t freak or weird you out knowing that? Because the truth is Jim, I like doing it. I like the way I feel, the way my orgasms feel just by having my breasts played with. And to be perfectly honest…it felt far more enjoyable when you did it than when I did it myself!” she now added.

We were approaching her house, I had slowed the car down to a crawl…hoping.

“Pull over!” she suddenly exclaimed, and I did so, cutting the lights off as I did, basically coasting up next to the curb, engine off. We’d stopped two houses up the street from where she lived, the tall hedgerow next to her driveway effectively cutting off anyone’s being able to see us parked there.