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"Kevin," she said one morning, while he was bussing the table next to hers, "does that movie date still stand?"

"Yes, ma'am. How about Friday night?"

"That would be great, but Kevin, it shouldn't be near Monroe. I'm too well known. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, ma'am. I have an idea. I'll pick you up at 7."

"Oh, and Kevin, it's my treat. You should be saving your money." She gave him her address.

Promptly at 7, he was at her front door. He brought her flowers. "Kevin, how thoughtful of you; let me put them in water." She kissed him on the cheek.

It shouldn't have surprised her when he opened the door of his Silverado. Of course, she thought, he's a farm boy, he has a pickup.

"Miss McComber, I hope you don't mind. I know you wanted to go somewhere where you wouldn't be recognized. The Hawthorne Drive-In has a double feature on Friday nights."

"A drive-in? I don't think I knew those existed anymore."

"There aren't many of them around. I think Hawthorne is far enough away so no one will recognize you."

She slipped Kevin some money while they waited in line, the pickup idling at the entrance. "Kevin, like I said, save your money."

"Yes, Miss McComber, thank you."

"Kevin, we're on a date. My name is Frances or Fran."

He found a spot to park in the darkest part of the lot, but with a good view of the screen. Even as a teenager, she never went to the drive-in. she'd never been invited, and her parents probably wouldn't let her anyhow.

Fran didn't know how to act, and apparently Kevin didn't either. It took a while, but finally she slid over close to him, leaning against him, "thank you again for the flowers." she kissed him, first on the cheek then on the mouth.

Kevin put his around her waist, returning her kiss. She dare not use her tongue; she thought he might not know what to do. Fran didn't want to embarrass him or scare him.

She shouldn't have worried. He wasn't as much a novice as she thought, and certainly not like she was when she went to Italy. Within a few minutes, with his arms around her, Kevin slid his hand up to breasts.

Fran didn't say or do anything. That's not exactly true. She held his hand against her breasts and kissed him on the mouth again. Slowly and gently, he moved his hand around, feeling her up.

They watched the movie like that. Between movies, she gave Kevin some money for snacks and went to the ladies' room. Then she did something that was out of character: She took off her bra and put it in her bag.

Back in the pick-up, when the second movie started, "now, where were we?" Kevin put his arm around her and his hand went right to her breasts.

Fran kissed him on the mouth. "Kevin, I'm sure a young man like you wants to do more than feel my titties through my blouse." She took her blouse out of her skirt and guided his hand underneath it.

She was quite sure that this was a first for him. His hand explored; he was gentle but awkward. However, her nipples got hard, and small shock waves went through her when his fingers played with them.

That's how they watched the second movie. While they drove home, "Miss McComber, I mean Fran, I had a nice time; I hope we can do it again sometime."

"Kevin, I had not just a nice time; I had a wonderful time. How about we do it again tomorrow night?"

"Really? Where would you like to go?"

"How about we go back to the Hawthorne Drive-in?"

"Ummm, Fran, the same movies will be playing."

"I know that, but I think you were interested in something more than the movies," she laughed.

Even in the darkness, she could tell he was blushing. He was so young. However, when he dropped her off, they embraced, kissed and he felt her titties up again. Her bra was still in her bag. "See you tomorrow night at 7, and Kevin thanks again for nice evening."

They parked in the same place as the previous night.

Tonight, she worn a sweater that buttoned up the front as did the blouse underneath it.

Even before Kevin turned off the engine, Fran had her sweater and blouse unbuttoned. "Kevin, they are all yours tonight; I didn't wear a bra." For a woman her age that was very risqué, but except for walking to the ladies' room, no one would see her bouncing.

His hands were immediately inside her blouse. "Be gentle; they're very sensitive."

For a while Kevin's hand played and played. Without asking or prompting he started to kiss those titties. "Like that, Kevin, don't bite. Your tongue feels so good."

The truth was between last night and tonight, he spent more time enjoying her tits than the few men she'd been with. Of course, he did, he was a boy. Those men wanted her pussy.

About halfway through the movie, "Kevin, does feeling up my old lady titties excite you?" Her hand went to his belt buckle.

"Ummmmm, I-I. . ."

"Kevin, are you trying to say that no girl has done this?"

She could tell he was blushing. "Oh Kevin, you shouldn't be embarrassed. Everyone has a first time." She thought of her own, just a few short years ago with Giorgio in Italy. The very thought had her panties wet.

"I'm sure you have something in your pants that a woman like me would love to get to know. Once his belt was unbuckled, the button unbuttoned and the zipper down, Fran's hand was inside his underwear, and she found what she was looking for. "Oh Kevin, playing with my titties does excite you, and you're so big."

Kevin's cock was indeed hard. There can be nothing better than eighteen-year-old hard; rock hard; as hard as steel cock. Slowly Fran stroked it, while he continued kissing and sucking her nipples.

It was as big as any cock she'd had; not that there were that many. It wasn't as big as Connie claimed Giovanni's to be, and the more she thought about it the more she thought that Connie was exaggerating.

They both played until the first movie was over. Fran found her bag. "Why don't you get us some snacks; I have to use the ladies' room." She buttoned her blouse and then her sweater.

If you'd asked her just a few years ago, if she could imagine doing what she was doing in the stall of the drive-in's ladies room, she'd think you were crazy. What Fran McComber was doing was removing her panties.

As the second movie started, "Kevin, I want to start where we left off, but you have to be honest with me. Have you gone farther with me than with any girl?"

"I think you know the answer, but I'd like to go farther."

"I would hope so. I am so thankful that you asked me out. Women my age don't get asked out too often. I have a surprise for you." She took his hand and guided it under her skirt.

"Kevin, my pussy is yours, too."

Fran let him use his fingers; he was awkward; not exactly sure what to do. Not that that was unexpected. Yes, he fingered her roughly. "Kevin, I want to play, too."

She got his cock out of his pants. She'd never given any of the men she'd been with a handjob and certainly had never gone that far when she was in high school or college. It wasn't too hard to figure out.

While stroking it, "Kevin, I think it got bigger and harder from playing with my pussy." It wasn't too long before he was breathing hard and grunting. She'd heard men sound like this when they were on top of her, or their cock was in her mouth.

There was one loud groan coming from Kevin's mouth; she could feel him throbbing, and then she felt him shoot and shoot and shoot some more. Her hand was covered with his cream. That was a first for her.

Kevin, too.

A half hour later, eighteen-year-old Kevin was ready for more. "My God, Kevin, you're so hard again," Fran giggled as she stroked his cock. It took longer than before, but his explosion was just as impressive.

Monday, in the coffee shop, Kevin took his break and sat with her. "Fran, I had the best time this weekend, thank you."

"I did, too. You have no idea how it makes a woman my age feel to have a young man like you interested in her."

"I have to tell you this. I spent most of yesterday cleaning the inside of the Silverado. There was stuff everywhere. All over the dashboard; on the steering wheel, everywhere."

"Kevin, if you'd like to see me again, it'll get even better. I promise."

TO BE CONTINUED

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