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Z3: Chapter 6: Jazz on the Water

Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: ZeeMurphy, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

The drive to Santa Cruz is a short one, less than an hour in good traffic. That night, traffic exemplified why Californians live in their cars. Behind the wheel of Cora’s compact, Zee sighed. His soundtrack mix CD kept him amused, from going insane. Looked over at his girlfriend in the passenger seat. That and Cora’s shorts. Sighed again. The last two months with Cora had been … the only word he had for it was blissful. The mild winter weather had given them a lot of chances to get outside. Cora had an enthusiasm for jogging and hiking that matched his own. It didn’t hurt that she was inventive and enthusiastic in the sack. Cora had her legs up on the dash, her shoes off, showing a generous stretch of calf and thigh. At his look, she put down the biology text to rest on the chest of her tank top. She was studying ahead for AP classes. She already knew she wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps, to go into medicine. Right now she was looking at him with affection, and a little concern. “You okay?” She shifted her feet against each other. “You’ve got that murder-everyone-in-fifty-feet look on your face. I get nervous.” He smiled. “You know I’d kill you last.” Turned back to the traffic to scowl. “Nah, I’m fine. I just don’t want to miss the concert. I know you girl types are supposed to be the ones that get all fluttery for music and culture, but these guys are good! And I wanna see em’.” He sighed. “And also dinner overlooking water! I have a suit in the trunk, and your ... pretty dress … I wanna be romanced damnit!” Cora laughed. “We’ll get there in plenty of time.” She put her legs down and stretched her back and arms as best she could inside the little car. Slid the book onto the floor. “This gives me some time to ask you something.” He raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?” She shook her head. “We’re not getting married. Don’t worry.” She paused, thinking. “Are we strange? And by we I don’t mean just you and me. I mean we, Vince and Alex and Madison and Sydney and Ken and Amanda. And Heather, even. Are we strange?” He cocked his head. “Strange how?” She crossed her legs on the seat. “We get along really well. Like, there are a bunch of cliques at the school. But they’re all … I dunno. The cheerleaders and the football team and those guys. We’re not like that, we’re all different kinds of people. All just kind of getting along.” She looked out the window again, quiet. “We’re like a little family. I’ve never had that.” She smiled. “I mean, I have my folks. But I don’t have any brothers or sisters. And Madison’s always bounced around between homes, and Amanda’s as much as latch-key kid as you are, and … you know.” He nodded. “I know. And you’re right. We are like a little family. It’s not … strange. It’s just how it is sometimes.” He smiled. “You remember Firefly?” She smiled back at him. “Yeah. I’m glad you made me watch them. Good show.” She stuck out her tongue. “I liked the show better than the movie.” “Right, it’s an archetypal Whedon ...