Steve crashed after that, but I stayed up and jacked off three more times and then crashed out. The following morning, Saturday, I slept in, and Steve and my sister were gone by the time I got up. I had a tennis match that afternoon, so I was occupied with getting ready and warming up for the rest of the morning. Right before the match started, I received a text from Andrea saying she needed to see me. I lost the match.
That evening Steve and my sister were going out to the movies with a couple of Steve's friends from town. I wasn't invited.
I met Andrea at the mall. I was really nervous, and wasn't really sure what to feel. I was hurt and angry, but somehow I still wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to do it real hard and mean. We met at the food court. My stomach was doing summersaults. I just got a corndog and an order of fries, and some nachos, and an orange soda. She said she had made a big mistake, and she wanted to get back together.
I said I wasn't sure about that. I asked her if she was still hooking up with Paco. She said her dad had forbidden her from dating Paco. She said she wanted to have a future with me. I was really smart she said, and she wanted to be a part of my life for the future.
I told her I was still hurt, and wasn't sure about things. She started crying. I said I needed to go, and asked her to walk me out. My dad's car was at the edge of the parking lot. When we got there I motioned her to the driver's side, away from the other cars. I started kissing her, and she started crying again. My dick started getting really hard. I wanted to humiliate her the way she had humiliated me.
I told her to take down her jeans, I wanted to see her pussy. She said, not here in the parking lot. I said yes, if you love me pull down your pants right now. She said okay, just don't let anyone else see. I said, no one will see. She said okay. She pulled down her jeans to her knees, but not her panties. I motioned her to lean forward against the side of the car. She said, "What are you going to do?"
I said, "Don't worry." I put my hand down the back of her underpants, and then started putting my finger up her butt. I wanted to make her feel as abused as she had made me feel. But rather than fighting and pushing my hand away, she reached behind and pulled her panties down in the rear to give me easier access. Then I noticed that her pussy was dripping wet.
I put some spit on my fingers and then jammed my middle finger all the way up her butt. She squeezed her butt muscles against my finger, and moaned in a low guttural way. She started moving her butt back and forth on my finger like she was liking it. But then I looked at her face and could see she was crying. Good, I thought.
With my middle finger up her butt, I worked my ring finger and pinkie into her pussy, and that's when she totally started going nuts, and really humping back and forth on my fingers like a dog in heat. She grabbed my other hand and started sucking on two of my fingers. Then she came all over the place. The goop was dripping down her legs, and all over my hand.
I said, I gotta go. She pulled up her pants and underpants. She said, gimme a ride to my car. I said, I'm in a hurry. She said, Cumon Daniel, please. I said, Seeya, and got into the driver's seat, and locked the door. She came around the passenger side and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I started driving off. She slapped the passenger window really hard. I could see a look of resignation in her face, in the rearview mirror.
As I drove home I kept thinking about hooking up with Steve that night. I wanted to suck on his hard dick. I wanted to lean across my desk and pull down my pants and let Steve touch my own butthole. I was so horny I didn't care what he did.