I had trouble parallel parking but still passed my driving test.
I sat at the desk in the cubical. Dividers kept people from cheating off of the person next to them. Some started after me and finished before me. I puzzled over a couple of the questions. I needed at least a score of 70 to pass the test for my driver’s license. I finally decide that I was satisfied with my answers and I took the written test up to the woman at the counter. She went down my answers. I saw her making check marks. She looked at me and handed the paper back. “80. You pass. Now go out that door. There will be a driving tester waiting to have you do your road test.”
Parked by the curb was a nice new ’72 Chevy sedan with a state government logo on the side. There was a man holding a clipboard standing next to it. He looked to be maybe in his 50’s. He was a little heavy set and was starting to get some grey hair. He was smiling, but you could tell that it was a forced smile. “Miss Harris? I’m Mr. Benson. I will be evaluating your driving skills during your test. Please get in the driver’s seat and get prepared.” I was very happy when I saw that the car had an automatic transmission.
Here I was, just a couple weeks after my fifteenth birthday, taking my test to get my driver’s license. I was going to be the first one of my friends to get one. I was really excited and nervous. I got in the car and he got in the passenger’s side with his clipboard and a pen in his hand. I buckled my seatbelt. There were no shoulder belts back then.
He told me that we should get going. I adjusted the mirrors. He had to help me with the passenger’s side because there were no remote controls for them. I started the car, signaled and pulled out. He made a note. All appeared to be going well. We made right and left turns, and I stayed in the proper lanes. I stopped for the red lights and stop signs. We got back to the DMV office. There was a special spot for the parallel parking part of the test, way out away from everything. I backed in. My tire hit the curb. He made a note. I tried again and knocked over one of the orange cones. He scowled and made a note.
I finally got the car in the right spot and turned it off. He looked at me and said that he was not able to pass me. He said that I needed to practice more and then try the test all over again. I was crushed. I wanted my license. I unbuckled my seat belt and pushed my seat as far back as it would go. I had an idea about how I might be able to change his mind.
I reached over and reached his pants. I unzipped his pants and worked his cock and balls out. He started to pull away but then relaxed and reclined his seat part way. I stroked his shaft and it quickly hardened. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum start to flow. His cock was not long but it was thick. I had to stretch my jaw to get him in. This was not my first blowjob. My boyfriend got one almost every time we got together, and his was longer than the driving tester’s. Blowing my boyfriend was how I kept my virginity.
Rick, my boyfriend usually shot off in just a minute or so and I would catch his stuff in a tissue. He came in my mouth the first time. I did not like it and did not let him do it again after that. Mr. Benson rested his hand on the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on his manhood. I took his balls in my hand and gently rolled them around and squeezed them. He lasted and lasted. I started to wonder if I was going to be able to make him cum. I reached for a tissue but then thought that if I was going to satisfy him and get my driver’s license on the first try, I would need to let him finish in my mouth. Then I could open the door and spit it out. It was worth it to get my license.
I felt his ball sack tighten and his cock swell lager. He moaned and pushed on my head. He was not going to let me pull away, even if I had planned to. I felt the first shot of his cum hit the back of my mouth. It was quickly followed by a second and a third. I heard him say, “Show it to me and then swallow it.” What choice did I have? I pulled back and opened my mouth, showing him that it was full of his splooge. Then I swallowed it. It was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Maybe I would show Rick that I was willing to do it for him. I didn’t want to lose him to another girl who would do more. I sat up and wiped away the little bit that had escaped my mouth. Mr. Benson Put his dick back in his pants and brought his seat back up straight. “I love this job. That happens about once a month.” He took my evaluation form and market it “PASSED”. Then he handed it to me. I almost ran inside with it in my hand. Fifteen minutes later I left the DMV office with my license in my hand. Dad was out in front, waiting in our car. I saw Mr. Benson standing next to the testing car. I smiled and waved. He returned the smile and wave.
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