Learning Together

Chapter 2

Every time Natalie went to reapply her lipstick, her Lyft driver swerved around another car or made a sharp turn, causing her to smear it all over her face. It happened enough times for her to half-seriously believe that the driver was doing it to her on purpose. They finally stopped at a red light for long enough for her to get the job done, and then she let out a sigh of relief.

She slouched in her seat and enjoyed a moment to relax her body and attempt to rid herself of the stress that she was holding. She wasn’t excited about having another fifteen minutes left in the drive before getting to Logan’s apartment. As she stared out the window absentmindedly, her phone vibrated on the seat next to her.

She was pleasantly surprised to receive a well-shot nude photo from her boyfriend, and she smiled widely.

“Goddamn, his d**k is big!” She said under her breath, partly with amazement and partly with worry, hoping the driver hadn’t heard her horny comment.

But it really was big. Not huge. Not pornstar big. But a good amount bigger than the average-sized p***s. It was obvious that he had fluffed it up for her in order to make it hang down lower, and she appreciated the effort that he had put in.

Often, the d**k-pics that Logan sent were sloppy and poorly lit. She had slowly been training him to take better ones over the past couple of months. He looked incredibly sexy in the picture, with the beads of water dripping off of him, and his perfect hair, and his piercing blue eyes, and his bulging muscles, and his incredible c**k. That thought made her start to worry again about the size of the flesh monster that he hid between his legs.

“Am I really supposed to fit that whole thing inside of me?” She asked a little too loudly, repeating a question that she had been asking herself often lately.

“What was that?” Asked the driver from the front seat.

“Oh, nothing. Sorry. Just talking to myself. I do that sometimes.” Natalie could feel beads of embarrassed sweat forming on her brow.

“Alright then,” replied the indifferent driver.

Natalie went back to studying her boyfriend’s genitals in the picture, trying to bury her embarrassment, and zoomed in closer on his crotch to get a better look. She wondered if the driver could tell how horny she was acting in the backseat?

Another message from Logan made her phone vibrate again, and she was so startled that she dropped it on the floor. She had been too deep into daydreaming about the evening that was to come.

After retrieving her phone, she read his message that he sent. Of course, he asked if she could send a picture back to him.

Her first instinct was to tell him that she wouldn't do it. That he could wait. She wasn’t going to do any kinky s**t in the back of this woman’s car. Not after what just happened.

But then she thought about it some more, and she began to like the idea. She was properly horny at this point, and still much too far away from his apartment for her liking.

“Why not have a little fun?” She whispered to herself, making sure to keep her voice down this time.

She placed her phone between her legs and aimed the camera at her v****a. She wasn’t about to take her underwear off right now. She placed her sweater over her lap to hide the flash of the camera and snapped a couple of shots. She picked the best one out of the group and sent it to Logan. It looked closer to the quality of photo that he normally sent, but this was a special occasion, and she didn’t have the luxury of caring how good the lighting was.

It only took a few seconds for her phone to vibrate again with his response.

C’mon! Panties still on!!?? Followed by a winking emoji.

I’m in the back of a f*****g car you i***t! Be grateful for what you got! She responded.

Coward!

Fuck off! Asshole!

I’d find a way to do it if I were there!

No, you wouldn’t.

Yes, I would.

She knew he was right; he would probably find some way to get a d**k pic in the back of a rideshare if she had asked him for one, and he would get away with it, too. She thought about it and then got excited again, feeling herself growing more adventurous.

“f**k it!” She said a little too loudly, reaching her hand back up between her legs, and then wiggling her ass around as she awkwardly pulled down on her thong while still seated, making sure the sweater was over her lap the whole time.

Once she got the black lace underwear down to her knees, she grabbed her phone again. She had fully broken into a sweat now, and she could feel her heart rate rise as her naughty act became even dirtier. She reached the device back between her thighs and tried as hard as she could to hold the camera steady.

As soon as she began snapping pictures, the car came to a complete stop.

“Here we are, honey,” said the driver from the front seat.

“We’re wha–what?” asked Natalie, immediately snapped out of her horny tunnel vision.

“We’re at your destination,” the woman repeated.

“Yeah. Right. One second. I’m just gathering my things.” She replied, mortified and unable to say anything else.

She gracelessly moved her legs around to work her underwear up higher on her thighs, and then clumsily swung her feet out the door, rocking herself out of the vehicle without too much movement. Awkwardly, she thanked the driver and then waited for the car to drive out of sight before she reached up under her dress to fix herself.

She dabbed the sweat off her forehead and checked how she looked with her phone camera, which then reminded her that she hadn’t even sent the picture yet. She walked from the parking lot over to the stairs leading to Logan’s apartment, scrolling through the options that she had.

“This batch of pictures turned out better than the first.”

She picked the one that she liked best, and once she was at the bottom of the stairs, she hit send on her p***y pic, giggling about how little time she was giving him to react before she showed up.

*****

Logan grinned when the message arrived on his phone. He hadn’t actually expected her to go through with it. It made him kind of proud in a way.

Holy s**t that p***y looks good! He thought, feeling his d**k start to fill with blood again.

He was lost in his phone, staring at his girlfriend’s perfect v****a and zooming in closer for a better look. But he had less than twenty seconds to enjoy the sexy photo before a loud knock on his door snapped him out of his horniness.

He opened the door and smiled at Natalie, who was already laughing to herself.

“Did I interrupt you doing something?" She asked through giggles.

“No." He took a moment to look her up and down and began to laugh at himself. “Did you really wear that dress, out of all the ones you have?"

“And what’s wrong with this dress?” She asked while taking a couple of steps back, presenting herself to him.

He took in how sexy she looked in the short blue dress, which would have exposed her ass if the wind picked up a little bit, and also the low-cut neck that left her perky C-cup breasts dangerously close to spilling out.

“Absolutely nothing, honey. You look amazing.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

“I’m not convinced.”

“I promise I’ll explain later, and that it’s not bad.”

“Fine.”

Logan pulled her into the apartment and pushed the door shut behind her with a slam. He then raised both their hands above their heads, locked them together, and twirled her into an embrace, holding his lips millimeters from hers.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in his wonderful smell.

“What are you gonna do?” She asked in a trembling whisper. He kissed her softly and then pulled back a little.

“Tonight... I’m gonna f**k you!” He said confidently.

Logan began to kiss Natalie passionately, and he lifted her left leg around his waist. She opened up his lips with hers and then slid her eager tongue into his mouth. He responded by kissing her even deeper and more vigorously, and then slapped her half-exposed ass, leaving his hand groping it firmly.