Liah

We piled into the backseat of the car, we didn’t know each other. It smelled like cinnamon air freshener. The driver was in the front, pushing buttons on his phone.

“Uber for Liah?” he asked without turning around. He had a thick Senegalese accent and short spiked black hair. His eyes were bright white and I could see them in the rear view mirror.

“That's me!…” - She was still shuffling herself together, as we settled into the backseat. Her tits were just about falling out of her white button down blouse. They were big and pressed against all the buttons, making the whole thing pull - it looked like it was about to explode.

“I’m Liah, nice to meet you” - she shook my hand like a drunk person, it was intimate and loose and friendly.

I said hello, introduced myself and the car started moving across Abbot Kinney Blvd. The streets in Venice were packed, it was Saturday night. I hated it. I had gone to meet some people there, as I was trying to make friends again. At the end of the night, we all agreed to go to another party closer to where I was staying, so they called two cars. The first one fit just about everyone and they quickly piled in - leaving Liah and I as the last two out. I had successfully avoided anyone I didn’t know all night, and now I was stuck in the back of a car with a girl I didn’t know, for the next hour.

We rode in silence for a few minutes, and then I noticed that she was staring at the driver. I leaned into the center seat to see what she was focused on, and there was the driver just casually swiping girls on Hinge or Tinder or something. One after another - in bumper to bumper traffic. Just ticking away, working his way through the cute young white girls in the area. He barely spent 1 - 2 seconds on each, he was an animal just taking one sniff and moving on, eyes half on the road half on his phone which was mounted to the air conditioning vent.

She leaned over to me, and got real close to my ear - I could feel her breath on me.

“I’m really rooting for him to find love,” she said in a low whisper.

“He’s putting in the work” I replied, my voice just about at normal volume.

“That may be the way to do it.” she said, eyes focused on him, watching his hands work, swipe, swipe swipe. I looked back at her, she wasn’t bad looking at all - she had a nice profile. Long brown hair, big eyes, full lips, probably fake - but I didn’t mind. I liked fake lips, I liked fake everything. It was exaggerated and unreal, I liked that.

“Process of elimination I guess” I said back to her.

She looked at me and smiled and raised her eyebrows, I don’t think she did it intentionally.

“Absolutely admire his determination.” She said,

“what if he’s the one for me?” she said, still locking eyes with me.

“Shit, well all he needs to do is turn around” don’t get me wrong, I was drunk too. I talk funny when I’m drunk. I turned back facing forward towards the road and the driver.

“My god,” she whispered in an exhale, her mouth felt like it was inside my ear now.

“I’m getting old here, losing faith.” she said.

I looked at her, turning my head to face her which almost put her mouth on my neck.

“Faith grows back,” I said. What a fucking line.

We kissed for a long time, I put my hands in her hair. It was soft, and smelled like shampoo. It was thick and felt full of life between my fingers. Eventually my hands reached down between her skirt and found her pussy and it was wet, she was wearing some kind of tiny lingerie that didn't cover much, it was like a piece of string I moved to the side and that was it. Every now and then, I would glance to the front - the driver was still swiping. Traffic was letting up, and the car was speeding up. She grabbed my cock thru my pants and was pulling me toward her - I looked at the driver again, nothing. He just drove, took breaks now and then from swiping. But then he’d go back to work after a minute or so.

She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock out, and held it in her hand - I was laying on her, with both my hands pushing against top of the door when I accidentally opened the window. The warm wind rushed into the car as we drove east on the 10 freeway. She put my cock inside her, and we just left it in there for a while. We didn’t really fuck. It felt good, we relaxed. It’s hard to meet new people here.