My First Car
Edward Lake

My first real job was working at a grocery store. I bagged groceries and I stocked the shelves. I was only 16, so you know that they pay wasn't very good. I think I made around 3 dollars an hour or something back then. Needless to say, I wasn't making much money. I worked hard and saved up my money. I bought my first car.I was so happy I finally have wheels My first car was a 1979 Chevette. Not exactly a hot rod, but for a kid who had little money that was a nice car. It was cheap on gas, ran good, and had a good body. Hell, I would have settled for the car the Flinststone's drove.I never got laid. I never got laid.I always thought it was because I was a dork.

I was kind of a loner who had two left feet so to speak when it came to women. I would get so nervous around women that I probably could have pissed my pants if I wasn't careful. Several years later I got a new car. This was the car of my dreams. It was a 1966 Ford Mustang. This was a sweet ride. The car was in mint condition. Everything in it was original. I would take this car everywhere and show it off. All I had to do was tap the gas pedal and the engine would roar. I felt like a man, a real man. I would go down the road going as fast and as loud as I could.

Women started to look at me differently now. Now I was a hot stud in a fast car. What had changed? Surely over the past few years my appearance hadn't changed. I hadn't changed my hair style. I didn't have a better paying job. I didn't have big muscles that I didn't have before. I was still the big boned freaky looking guy. What was different? My car. That was the only thing. I can remember one time asking a girl out for a date in the school parking lot. She looked at my Chevette and looked at me and told me to get lost! She said that she had some homework to do. Homework on a Saturday? I think not!

I saw a hot babe on the beach getting out of her car. She heard my car roar in and she looked my way. I rolled the window and began to talk to her. We struck up a good conversation. I stared at her tits all the time while she talked aimlessly and looked at my car. We went down to the beach and we talked some more. She asked me if i would put some sun tan lotion on her back. We talked some more, I asked her out on a date. She tells me on the phone while preparing for our second date that she wanted me to pick her up in my Mustang. She suggested that we cruise around the beach in the car then go for a bite to eat. Hell, I was feeling lucky to get her phone number, I would do anything for this hot piece of ass.

I pick her up and we go cruising around the beach. She sticks her head out and yells to her friends and start small talk with them. I couldn't believe how her female friends looked at me in the new car. These women couldn't have given me the time of day when I was driving my Chevette. She talked to her friends and bragged about my car while I spent the whole time looking at her friends' boobies. Then we go out for a bite to eat. Nothing too fancy. Remember at the time I was a guy that didn't have much money. The car took all the money I had.

After we eat we go for a drive in the country. I turn up the stereo and rev the engine to impress her. We cruise around the country side for about an hour or so while she tells me how much she likes my car. Then she suggests that we go into a corn field that we had passed. Now I'm starting to get nervous. In my sheltered mind I was thinking she was going to go there and try to steal my car or kill me. We pull in and she tells me to find a spot that no one can see us. I'm so damn nervous that I can't hardly steer the car straight. I park the car and she tells me to shut off the motor.

After I shut off the motor I had the shock of my life. She reached over and started to kiss me. She told me that she really liked my car and wanted to take it for a test drive. I was just about to tell her that no one but me touches the car, when she started to rub my penis through my pants! Then she asked if she could play with my stick shift. Needless to say, I got lucky that night. Oh, did I ever. She was such a hot piece of ass. I mean, I couldn't have dreamed of a better looking woman.

Why did I get laid? Because of the car I was driving. Women find it sexy when a man can afford the better things in life. The want to latch on to it. Women want a man that can provide for them. She didn't know that I was broke and that the car took all my money, all she saw was an expensive car. She saw dollar signs.

The moral of the story is, is that women want a man who can provide for them. So go out and spend some money on nice clothes. Don't go to some cheap ass store and buy anything in sight. Get yourself a nice car. Your sex life will improve, much like mine did :)