Most of the fine trim, like Jamie, did not attend my local high school and resided in outlying communities. So in order to hook up with some top shelf honies, my friends and I had to travel abroad to the many neighboring farming towns that surrounded our quaint valley. Sofia lived in a small municipality that was located some fifteen miles away from my own, on the opposite side of the county from where Kmart Cowboy had taken me to visit Jamie. Conveniently enough, another one of my associates, Suave, was dating Sofia’s friend during the length of my sexual undertaking with the Hispanic consort. Thus, although I did not have my own auto with which to drive to Sofia’s house, transportation services were readily made available to me through Suave, who proved to be much more reliable than Kmart Cowboy.

Sofia was the first Latina who sexually molested me. She had long, black hair, plump breasts, and a beautifully bronzed complexion. Sofia was a nineteen-year old, legal adult when she first started using me for her selfish pleasure. I was still a minor and finishing high school at the time. I never reported to anyone about the sexual abuse that Sofia put me through, simply because I liked it and I certainly did not want her to stop.

On one particular winter weekend, Sofia and I met up with Suave and his girlfriend for a double date. Sofia had borrowed her mother’s car for the evening and we all piled into the vehicle to drive over to the local movie theater to catch a film. While traveling to our destination through the snow-covered roads, Suave began receiving some road dome in the backseat of Sofia’s car from his girlfriend. Not to be outdone by my buddy, I took it upon myself to perform cunnilingus upon Sofia while she was driving. Before we made it halfway down the street from Suave’s house, I was crawling around on the floorboards of Sofia’s car and soon had my head stuffed deep into her groin.

By no means am I contortion expert but, fortunately for me, Sofia was a small girl, standing just under five feet tall. So maneuvering her right leg over the top of my head while she was driving did not require much dexterity. And since her mother’s car had an automatic transmission, we did not lose any cruising speed when I momentarily lifted Sofia’s foot from off the accelerator.