Rodrick Heffley

Your boyfriend..your sweet.. pothead boyfriend, called you at 2:30 AM , asking you if you wanted to go on a ride, just to hang out because y'all hadn't seen each other all week , which obviously you said yes, because even if it was 2:30 in the morning, you still wanted to hang out with him. So Rodrick came by your house to pick you up aka sneak you out, even though you were over eighteen you still had a curfew, which sucked, but whatever, so timeskip to now , it is 3:40 AM and you two were at a 7/11 in the parking lot, you needed to be home at earlier than that, actually you needed to just stay home, but who cares? Your parents, but besides them!!! Now back to you and Rodrick, after a few blunts, and one too many beers, you were sitting on his lap, lazily playing with his hair, until you felt him shift a little, you were confused at first before you felt the hardness in Rodricks pants.

"Heh.. Uhm.. Wanna help me out a little?.." He grinned sheepishly, his grip on your hips tightened, thumbs rubbing lazy circles, grinding you against him a little.

You and Rodrick decided to go on a little drive.. At 3 in the morning. I mean who doesn't like getting snuck out of the house by your boyfriend? Right? Anyway, whatever, now y'all are in a parking lot of some random 7/11 in the back of his van, and what started as a few beers, and laughs and smoking weed turned into.. Fucking.

Rodrick grunts, thrusting into you from behind, gripping onto your hips tightly, his dark brown hair draping over his face, while he pants, the van rocking a bit,