The Sky Ride

During my senior year of high school my advanced math class had eight students. After our big exam in May, our school excused us for the rest of the day, so our group made plans to visit a theme park. My other classmates bailed due to one of those brief rainstorms that the West Coast of Florida is famous for. Only Sanjay and I went. When we got to the park, the rain was long gone as were most of the park’s guests with the exception of a large group of Brazilians about our own age. 

Sanjay had an annual pass and graciously picked up my ticket using a special promotion. He was a roller coaster fan and was thrilled that we had no lines at the most popular rides. 

Sanjay and I were close friends. Unlike most of the boys at my school, he was well mannered and clever. He was also good looking, in good shape, and well dressed. Even at the theme park he wore a nice polo shirt and creased cotton shorts. 

Sanjay had always been pleasant to me, but at the park he was continuously giving me compliments. “Lindsey, you look really nice today—your skirt is pretty—you have beautiful eyes—you clearly aced the test today—you are so smart—you have great looking legs—your hair is so attractive—you are so funny.” I think most girls appreciate sincere compliments, especially from a person you know, and I was loving the attention. I was also getting the clear message that Sanjay had a crush on me, and I was okay with that. I had been single for over a year with frequent masturbation substituting for romantic relationships. Sanjay’s polite character, handsome features, and sharp intellect made him potentially good boyfriend material.  Would he be up to the challenge of meeting my physical desires? That was still to be seen. 

I was game to go on a few roller coasters. The park had one of the most extreme in the country. I had a fear of flying as a kid, so when we got strapped in, I reached out to hold Sanjay’s hand. He loved that I did and reassured me with a pep talk as we climbed to the first major drop. Sanjay was glowing with excitement afterwards.

I suggested that we stop to get a churro and ice cream, which Sanjay paid for. With all of the adrenaline, dopamine, and cortisol pumping through my bloodstream from the coaster, I was willing to take a risk. “Sanjay, are we on a date?” For a moment he looked like he had been caught doing something wrong. “What do you mean, Lindsey?” 

I replied, “A date is when it is acceptable to show romantic interest in someone else. You are being very complimentary to me and paying for everything, which is very datelike. I’m okay with turning our post-exam celebration into a date, but you should know that on a date I might expect to be kissed.”

Sanjay stuttered a bit and said, “I think that you are amazing, Lindsey, and I like you…” I interrupted, “Romantically?” He regained some composure and said, “Okay, yes. Let’s make this a date.” Finished with the treats, we stood up, and I took his hand with his fingers interlaced in mine as we strolled around the park. 

If showing romantic interest and kissing makes a date, the Brazilian teenagers were doing a lot of dating. Very public displays of affection were around every corner, and some of  the sessions were hot and heavy, even by American standards. 

I suggested that we take a trip on the sky ride, a low intensity cable gondola intended to move people from one end of the park to the other on about a ten minute trip. Each carriage had two benches for two people each set up opposite each other. Although the top was open, metal doors and high seat backs provided safety and limited privacy for each group. 

Sanjay and I were loaded in our own carriage, and we sat next to each other. Once we were airborne, we could see that the Brazilian couple in the carriage in front of us were wrapped around each other. We saw the girl’s head disappear into the carriage, presumably to give her lover a blow job. I could see that the carriages going in the opposite direction carried more Brazilian couples making out. 

Aroused by the sexuality around us, I slid next to Sanjay, put my head on his shoulder, and ran my fingers on the inside of his forearm in little circles. I then positioned my face close to his and looked into his beautiful dark eyes. I turned my head slightly. As soon as he bent towards me, I closed my eyes awaiting his kiss. I could have pounced on him like the horny girl that I was, but I wanted Sanjay to feel that he was the instigator. He tenderly kissed my lips. I opened my lips a bit and carefully reached my tongue out. His tongue followed, and we got into proper French kissing. 

We straightened ourselves as the carriage arrived at the unloading station. More complements flooded out of him. “Lindsey, you are so beautiful—you are a fantastic kisser—your smile is lovely.” I suggested that we take the sky ride in the other direction back to where we came from. I desired more physical contact. 

Once in the airborne carriage, we started lightly kissing again. I proposed that we kiss more Brazilian style and pressed my body around his as much as the bench allowed. I kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobe as my hand squeezed above his knee. He followed in the same pattern. With each of his moves, neck kissing and earlobe biting, I emphatically said, “Yes.” When he squeezed my knee, I said, “Oh, yes please.” And he moved his hand up my thigh a bit more. Soon the ride came to an end, and we disembarked.

Super nice guy, check. Handsome body and well put together, check. Generous with his attention to me, check. Revs up my erotic engine, triple check. As we walked away from the ride I asked “Sanjay, have you had a girlfriend before?” He said not anyone who ever kissed like that. I asked, “May I submit an application to be your girlfriend.” He teasingly asked, “What are your qualifications?” I then repeated every item that he had complimented me for throughout the day, from my kissing skills to my willingness to ride roller coasters. I finally said, “I am really turned on by you and want an upgrade from first date level to girlfriend level.” He asked, again in a teasing tone, what was involved in upgrading our relationship status. I said, “As amazing as our make out session was, as your girlfriend I would expect to go beyond kissing.” He jokingly said, “Then I accept your application and kindly request that my girlfriend consider yet another trip on the sky ride.” 

That next ride started off where we left off, lips locked and hands exploring. I untucked his polo shirt and touched the bare skin on his back. With one hand on my thigh, his other hand reached under my shirt to my belly. He asked if he could touch my chest. “Yes, you won’t find anything in the way,” I said. He inched up his hand, cupped my breast, and squeezed. No bra covered my size-B titties, and my pussy responded to every movement as he felt me up. Ten minutes passed quickly.

Just as we loaded on the next return trip on the sky ride, I let Sanjay know that his kisses and fondling had made me very horny. “Really, how so?” He asked. “Oh, I can show you in a moment,” I responded boldly. As the carriage lifted up, I moved to the far end of the bench and slid off my panties. I moved one foot up to the level of the bench, and lifted my skirt to display my pussy. “Exactly this horny, Sanjay!” 

I used one hand to spread my labia and the other to lightly stroke my clit. I reached down to get my own juices to lubricate my fingers and found that my pussy was especially sticky with more viscous secretions than normal. Now it made sense. No wonder I was so bold and horny—I was ovulating, and my fertility clock demanded that I attend to my sexual needs. My desire for romantic attachment and more intense physical contact were instincts hard wired into my female body. I slowly took a particularly sticky part from the entrance of my vagina and lifted it up to my clit. 

We had about five minutes of the ride left, and I needed to get busy. Less experienced guys are typically lousy at getting girls to cum, so my fingers did the clit rubbing. I invited him to finger me as I stared at the bulge in his pants. I imagined his fingers were his penis thrusting into me. My hormone-drenched brain was momentarily fooled into thinking that my pussy was going to be filled with his semen. I climaxed fast and hard with about twenty seconds left before the ride attendants unlocked our door. 

We both stumbled unsteadily out of the carriage. I draped myself over his body adding to our imbalance. I looked down at Sanjay’s tented shorts and said flirtatiously, “Hey boyfriend, let’s take another sky ride. There is one more attraction I want to experience.” 

In the carriage, I went straight to his belt, snap, and zipper. I helped him pull down the shorts and boxers to his knees. I reached under my skirt and covered my fingers with the sticky fluids of my sexual desire. Using my lubricated hand, I pumped his dark uncircumcised cock slowly and then with more speed. Just as he gasped and shifted his hips, I dropped down to wrap my mouth over his cockhead in time to catch his first spurt. Swallow, lick, swallow, lick. Perfect, no mess. My extra fertile body wanted his spermy semen spurting deep into my vagina and past my cervix. Today my mouth and throat would substitute. 

When we walked away from the sky ride, I told Sanjay that I wanted to take another ride on his favorite roller coaster. As the roller coaster made the first drop and set of inversion, I felt the warm Florida air rushing up my thighs and between my legs. I still was not wearing any panties. I screamed for almost the whole ride, not because of panic or surprise but because I was thrilled to share my sexual self with someone else again.