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Dear diary, February 24, 1996
About a month before I got a speeding ticket, the DMV had given me an opportunity to go to a driving awareness course for a lesser fine and a warning instead of points.
It was an eight hour course and it was on a Saturday at a local community center. There was about 12 or so people in the class.
I sat right next to a very attractive man, he was quite a bit older than me, I think he was about 30 years old.
I had only been driving for very long and I was just about to turn 17 years old so passing this class was hinging on me keeping my license so it was pretty important.
I had told my new friend my sob story before the instructor came in, he told me not to worry about it, He will be my tutor.
After the class started, I realize that it was very elementary and all you really had to do is listen because the instructor was giving you all of the answers so it was a big relief
Just before lunch, the instructor said that we are going to take about an hour and a half lunch because no one was really answering any questions and he felt everyone was doing an excellent job
My friend and I walked out to the parking lot and he saw the car that I was driving and man no wonder I got a speeding ticket.
He asked me some questions about the car and I asked him if he’d like to drive it. I offered a couple of more times before he agreed.
Before we got into the car, I asked him if he had any plans for lunch. I told him I know a really nice park right down on North Broadway and asked him if we could go get acquainted.
He kinda had a puzzled look on his face when he said “how so” when you say acquainted, I just simply said maybe I could give you a hand job for helping me out.
He told me he would certainly not turn that down. I was a little surprised that he didn’t ask my age, but to be honest with you I did not care.
We jumped into the car. I slid into the middle of the bed seat and took off my bra. I showed him how to turn on the fuel pump and the ignition and how to use the floor shifter.
It was February in Southern California, so my nipples felt like they could cut glass, it wasn’t warm, but it was just enough to keep things perky tight and pointy.
We went down the street to the park. We sat underneath the tree. I pulled out his cock and started stroking him. I had brought some napkins from the glove box that I always kept for just such an occasion.
I got him to blow his load, I cleaned him up like a good girl. I sucked him dry. We drove around for a little longer, and I passed the class.
Since that class and that speeding ticket, I’ve never been pulled over or gotten a ticket since, but I am certainly in practice for when I do????