Tuesday giggled and simply reached with his other arm.
Ozzie grabbed that hand too.
Tuesday’s grin widened and he grew two more arms, wiggling his new fingers at Ozzie.
Ozzie sighed loudly.
“Don’t worry.” Tuesday petted Ozzie’s face with his new hands. “I’m sure Todd won’t take your kidneys if you don’t want him to!”
Ozzie groaned. “Can’t you please just tell me what you’re up to?”
“Well. You surprised me with this awesome limo, we had so much fun at the party, and…” Tuesday fidgeted. “I’m not ready to go home just yet. I thought we could, you know, enjoy some private time while Todd eats his dinner.”
“Private time?”
“Privatesexytime.”
Ozzie’s face immediately caught fire. “Wait…”
The limo pulled off the highway, taking the exit for the diner.
“You mean we’re…” Ozzie stared back out the window. “He knows we’re gonna…”
Tuesday kissed Ozzie sweetly. “Todd wants to eat on the clock, and I want you to jump on my cock.” He giggled. “Hey, that rhymed!”
“We can’t actually…” Ozzie’s brain was having trouble finishing sentences, and he gawked as they pulled into the back of the diner’s spacious parking lot. There was a large area designed for big vehicles like semi-trucks and the like, and the limo had no trouble finding a spot to park. “We’re… We…”
Tuesday rolled down the window, waving at Todd. “Hiya, Todd!”
Todd walked up with a grin. “Hey! You guys have fun! I’ll be sure to take a long dinner break. On the clock, of course.”
“Uh-huh.” Tuesday grinned. “Very long.”
“If it turns out to be not so long, uh, just text me, okay?”
“Yes, sir!”
Ozzie forgot how to breathe.
Tuesday rolled the window back up as Todd headed to the diner. He turned to Ozzie with a wicked little grin. “So! Looks like it’s just me, you, and this very, very lovely seat we should fuck on, like, immediately.”
“Why is Todd letting us do this?” Ozzie hissed, absolutely scandalized.
“I dunno. You’d have to ask him.” Tuesday laughed. “Maybe he hates his job. Maybe he gets off on people fucking in parking lots while he eats greasy food. But he is definitely not in charge of cleaning the limos, that’s for sure.”
Ozzie gulped. “Okay, so…”
Tuesday cradled the side of Ozzie’s face and kissed him softly. “Look, if you really don’t wanna do this here, we don’t have to. We can watch videos on your phone or make out or just stare at each other.” He smiled. “I just thought it might be fun. After all the dancing and?—”
“Let’s do it.”
“Wait, really?” Tuesday squealed.
“Fuck it.” Ozzie kissed Tuesday firmly. “Let’s fucking do it.”
“Fuck yes!” Tuesday cheered and then promptly pounced, pinning Ozzie down into the seat. He reached between them to get Ozzie’s pants unzipped. “I wanted our first time to be really special. Like, one we’d remember forever that’s all magical and romantic.”
“Hey, back of a limo is romantic… ish.” Ozzie chuckled and lifted his ass so Tuesday could pull his pants down. He kicked them off, gasping as Tuesday went right for his underwear to pull those off too.
