Do you hear bells too?

"No, right here. Fuck the gearshift."

I was instantly captivated by the idea. It was a mostly public place, but it was not entirely certain that someone would be near enough to see me. The gearshift was a good size and shape and it was covered in simulated leather that looked like it would feel nice inside me. I was hot, and getting hotter by the second as I thought about doing what she asked.

"OK," I said. "This will have to be a quickie, though. We don't have a lot of time. But I do need to get off." I was still talking myself into it as I slid my g-string down my legs.

Neeka scooted over onto the far edge of her seat to give me room to swing my leg over onto her side of the transmission hump. I had to bend backwards to get lined up with the console, and if I had been any taller, I probably couldn't have done it without banging my head on the dome light. With my legs straddling the transmission, I was in the perfect position and I had no trouble lowering down onto the shifter. It was even angled just right for my anatomy. My tight skirt rode up off my butt and bunched up around my middle as I slid downward.

Neeka watched closely as I impaled myself on the car. She looked back and forth between my pussy and my face. She seemed to find both equally interesting.

The feeling of the shifter penetrating me was nice. It was the thickness of a nice big cock and long enough to fill up my vagina and just brush my cervix. I was able to settle down and sit on the brushed chrome of the console with the thing fully inside me.

The real thrill was having an audience. Sex in a group was one thing, I enjoyed that quite a bit, but this was just me having fun with someone else doing nothing but watching, and that was a real turn-on. The possibility of being seen by someone passing by the car was highly exciting, too.

I was just sitting there, getting used to the sensations and savoring the situation when Neeka asked, "So, how is it? Is my car a good lay?"

"Oh, yes," I assured her. "It's nice and hard. It's just the perfect size, kind of like Steve's cock, but harder, and the texture is very nice. Your car feels good in my hot pussy."

I leaned back as far as I could and put a hand on each of the headrests to brace against. Then I pushed up with my legs and started to fuck the car in full view of Neeka and the entire school. Neeka was right. This was very nasty and one hell of a turn-on. Anyone seeing me would think I was a horny slut with an insatiable sex drive, a hot cootch and the morals of a mink. Basically, they would have me pegged to a T.

Bouncing up and down like that made my little bells ring continuously. Neeka tugged on my top and pulled it up around my neck so my breasts would be clearly visible through the windshield. I wanted to take it off. I wished I had got totally naked before I started this, but I was too involved now and stopping was out of the question.

I was pumping as hard as I could, and desperate for a climax, when Neeka said, "Oh, look. Here comes someone. I think it's Angie Leonard from your Gym class. Should I call her over? Would you like to say hello?"

"OH! Oh, yes! Call her over. Let her see what a slut I am, fucking a gearshift right here in the parking lot. OHHH! YES! I'm cumming!"

My orgasm was everything I could have wanted it to be and then some. The main feeling was one of incredible relief from the sexual tension that had been building up in me. I also felt a wonderful feeling of accomplishment at having done something that had been just an urban legend to that point. Lastly, I had the satisfaction of seeing Neeka get as turned on as I had been when I climbed onto that nice hard stick.

That nice hard stick stayed nice and hard, even as I was relaxing and going soft. I was going to have to climb back off the thing shortly, but I needed to rest just a few seconds before I did. I started by adjusting my top so that it again draped over the front of my breasts, making me presentable again — from the waist up, anyway.

At that moment, the passenger door opened and Angie stuck her head in. I hadn't really believed in Angie when Neeka told me she was coming over, I thought it was something she invented to help me get off. I heard Neeka snort as I tried to pull my skirt down in a vain attempt to hide from Angie the fact that I had a gearshift stuck up my puss.

"Hi, Sam. I thought that was you. I heard you promise Polly that you would wear something really... what are you doing?"

She was looking at my nakedness below the bunched-up skirt. She hadn't twigged to the fact that the car was a straight-drive and I was sitting smack on the slotted grid labeled R-1-2-3-4. She stared like something had her puzzled and she couldn't look away until she figured it out. Since there wasn't anything I could do about it, I waited patiently for the metaphorical lightbulb to appear over her head. Angie may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she had a good imagination.

"Oh my God!" She said, in a voice way louder than was necessary. Before she could say anything else, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the car. With the three of us in there, it was crowded, even if I was straddling the center console.

"Shut the door and shut up," I told her. "I just got really hot and I had to do something about it. You've never had an itch you just had to scratch?"

"Uh. Well, I guess so," she confessed. She looked like there was a story there, but she was too embarrassed to go into any details. Not that this was the time for it. "Are you really on the shifter? I mean, you're not pulling a trick or anything?"

"Yes. I'm really on it. It's in all the way. Actually, it feels pretty damn good, but the bell is about to ring and I need to off of it now. I need you to help. My legs got all wobbly doing this and I can't push off."

Actually, I could have got off easily, but I needed to enlist Angie on my side in this so she would be less inclined to run blabbing the story to anyone who would listen. Pretending to need her help was the easiest way to get her involved. I decided to see how involved I could get her.

"Look, Angie. I don't expect you to pick me up. But I need you to make sure that the shifter comes out all the way when I get up. Otherwise I will just come right back down onto it again and I will be right back where I started. Understand?"

"Unhunh!" I doubted that she did, but she seemed eager to become a participant in the adventure, even if it was a little after the fact.

"OK, then here's what you do — when I move up, I want you to grab the shifter and slide your hand up with me until I'm off and then keep your hand over the top so I miss it coming down. Got it?"

"Unhunh!"

Bless her, she had signed on for the duration. I think I could have told her to lick my clit to keep me wet and she would have agreed just as enthusiastically and then done the best job she could.

I made a bigger than necessary production of lifting my ass off the console. As soon as base of the shifter came into view, Angie put her hand around it, pressing her thumb right on my swollen and very sensitive clit in the process. My flinching wasn't in any way fakery on my part.

When she saw I was having trouble, she put her other hand under my ass and tried to give me as much support as she could, given the awkward position we were all in. I let her help me as much as she wanted and when I was high enough to clear the shifter, she helped me back down again, removing her hand from my butt at the last second and releasing her protective grip on the top of the knob.

Angie stared at her hand. It was covered with my juice from contact with my pussy and from holding the gearshift. I watched curiously as she slowly moved the hand toward her face, first wrinkling her nose at the smell and then tentatively sticking her little tongue out to take a taste from the back of her tongue. She must have decided she liked my flavor, because she didn't make a face and she even smiled when she realized that both Neeka and I were watching her.

"Thank you, Angie. You're a lifesaver!" I said.

Someone was going to have to move before I could get out of the car. I expected it would be Angie, but she seemed fascinated by the gooey gearshift and not inclined to budge. I didn't need a psychic link to know what she was thinking.

"Would you like to try it, Angie?" I asked. "Would you like to have this in your pussy? It feels really good. It's nice and big and hard and just perfect for fucking."

Angie had her shorts and panties halfway off before I managed to close my mouth. She had made up her mind to join the club and she was going right ahead with it. I hoped that I hadn't started something that someone would regret.

We had a hard time changing places in the front seat, but it was a lot of fun trying to squirm past each other. Angie seemed to be trying to make it harder than it really needed to be. She practically jumped into my lap and forced me to spin around to change placed with her. I noticed that she had begun to breathe hard and her hands were fluttering like she couldn't control them.

Angie wasn't a lot taller than me, and she was a lot narrower in the chest, so she was able to climb over the gearshift almost as easily as I was. Her determination showed in her face as she positioned her legs and started to lower herself onto the gearshift. She stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth and worked it around as though that was one of the essential techniques in the process. It was all both Neeka and I could do not to laugh out loud at the sight of a girl who was determined to do something truly nasty wiggle her tongue around.

When she got her pussy in the right position, she pushed forward and down on the top of the knob. The look on her face was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. Pure lust, determination, joy, then surprise at the feeling of the knob sliding inside her little opening. Her eyes went wide open and her mouth made an 'o' when she felt the hard stick slide into her. I saw her abdomen convulse and decided to give her some coaching.

"That's it Angie. You're doing good. Just relax. Try not to tense up. Just let it come on in. That's it. That's fine, now. A little further. Just a bit more. Good girl!"

The encouragement seemed to help. She relaxed and just let herself take the gearshift until it hit bottom with her ass only a couple of inches off the console. When she felt the top of the knob hit her cervix, she climaxed immediately. From the way her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back, I knew that was the first time she had ever had anything that deep.

Neeka and I both put our hands under her butt to keep her from going down too far and hurting herself. She would need a lot more practice before she could handle large things in her inexperienced pussy. Still, I thought, I had to hand it to the girl. She hadn't been the least afraid to try it out.

Angie squirmed uncontrollably, and I had to take most of her weight. She shook like she was being electrocuted; with her mouth open and her eyes rolling around like loose marbles in her head. I wondered if this wasn't her first 'real' orgasm. I remembered when I used to rub my groin on a pillow and give myself a mini-climax — I thought that was 'it'. I smiled as I recalled the difference it made having a big cock in me when I came. It was like night and day. This seemed to be like that for Angie and I was suddenly very glad I was there to see it.

She was still shaking when I lifted her off the shifter and pulled her into my lap. I held her and let her rest her head on my shoulder until she could get control of her body again. While I waited, she turned her head and kissed me on the lips. I kissed back, as tenderly as I could and after some nice relaxed smooching and a little tongue to tongue tango, she sighed deeply and nestled her head back on my shoulder. Out of the blue, I started rocking her like a baby, holding her in my arms without thinking how to explain my ability to cradle and rock someone who weighed more than I did.

Neeka looked at the two of us and said privately, "That is sooooo sweet! I think you've made a new best friend, Sam. Angie will remember this forever as one of the best sexual experiences of her life."

"You don't think I took advantage, do you?"

"Nooo, not at all. She was obviously ripe for an adventure like this. She didn't hesitate a second. You didn't even have to work very hard to talk her into it. I think she would have suggested it even if you hadn't teased her."

Angie recovered after a bit more rocking. Or at least she tried to make us think she did. When I backed out of the car, she had to climb out and lean on it with me supporting her before she was able to pull her panties and shorts back on. She still clung to me afterward, making it tough for me to work my g-string back on with one hand.

Once we were all as presentable as we were likely to get without spending ten minutes in the girls restroom, we picked up our books and bags and purses and headed for the building. Angie hadn't said anything, but she had a grip on my hand that told me I was the most important person in her life at the moment.

I thought I would have trouble getting my hand back when we arrived at the crowd of kids waiting for the bell to ring, but she surprised me. She let go before I did and she leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss.

"See you in Gym," she said firmly, but with a slight break in her voice.

I nodded and she walked off to stand with some of her friends. I kept an eye on her, but there was no excited talking or pointing or furtive glances in my direction, so I thought she either planned to keep the incident to herself or she was still too stunned to talk about it.

It was only when the bell rang that she glanced in my direction and, seeing me looking at her, smiled and waved to me before going off to her homeroom.

I hadn't worked out my story explaining the bells hanging from my nipples yet. I was going to do that on the way to school, but Neeka had distracted me and that was much more interesting than working out a plausible explanation for how I got myself pierced without being able to say where it was done or by whom.

It wasn't a surprise when I started getting stares. I had gotten used to that and I thought everyone who thought they needed to ogle my figure had had a chance to do so by now. Now I had another good reason, but no way to explain it without outright lying or being so evasive that I would cause suspicion.

Eventually, someone worked up the courage to ask me about them. It started pretty much as I expected, with a friend. In this case, Sara Henderson, who approached me in front of my locker as I was stashing my Physics textbook and lab workbook.

"Hi, Sam. How are you?"

"Good, Sara. Did you have a nice weekend?"

"Not as good as last weekend, but pretty good. So tell me, is it me, or do you hear bells too?"

"Why whatever are you talking about? I don't hear any bells." I knew I wasn't going to get away with that. I couldn't move without making the bells ring. Anyone who got within four feet of me could not help but hear them. Still, I couldn't resist teasing her.

Bold as usual, she reached out and tapped the hanging drape of my top just below my right breast. The bell hanging there rang out with its beautiful tiny note.