Yesterday two of my friends and the mother of one of said friends were taking a long drive down to the amusement park. Summer is almost over, so we might as well get in as much fun as we can with the remainder of it.

“Can we stop for lunch somewhere?” asked one friend.

“There’s a McDonald’s right off of this exit, want to go in there?” responded his mother. We all nodded yes. She made a right and we were on our way to McDonald’s.

Several minutes later we were standing in line at McDonald’s, getting ready to order. I tapped my friend on the shoulder and said quietly, “Hot chick just walked in, look to your right.”

“Dude I hate those whiny emo bitches. They’re like a walking death with nice tits.”

“She’s wearing a fucking Minor Threat shirt, it can’t be that bad.”

And in typical me fashion, I slid out of line and walked in her direction. She got hotter with every step I took. She had that big poofy scene chick hair that I like so much and was wearing a huge ass pair of headphones; the kind that cancel out all the noise around you. Apparently she was with a group of friends, as I was later told, but I was too focused on her C cups to notice.

I was standing directly in front of her.

“I like your shirt. They’re one of my favorite bands,” I stated.

She took off her headphones and wrapped them around her neck. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I like your shirt. They’re one of my favorite bands,” I repeated.

“Haha, me too. I like your shirt as well.” She pointed down at my Circle Takes the Square tee.

I came.

I tried to keep my cool. “I didn’t think a lot of people liked them,” I said.

“Neither did I,” she replied.

My semen was dripping down my leg. There was a bit of an awkward pause.

“What are you listening to?” I asked. I thought I could hear City of Caterpillar’s “And You’re Wondering How a Top Floor Could Replace Heaven” faintly out of her headphones, but I wasn’t so sure.

“City of Caterpillar.”

I didn’t think I would ever stop cumming at this point. My shoes were becoming warm and sticky. I felt like Tim Allen in a dressing room for young boys. I wanted to rip off all of her clothes right there and have violent intercourse with her.

“I think we’re going to be good friends,” I said.

Sigh. If only something like this would actually happen.