Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

A/N: *grumble* This hasn\'t worked the last four times I\'ve tried. Huge thanks to my reviewers, loved getting feedback. Sorry about the wait. I made a mailing list if anyone wants emails when I update, go to my LJ info (http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=tiktok_clock) to sign up.

Oral in this chapter, which is twice as long since it took so long to update.

~*~ Jason\'s POV ~*~

God, this was the most aggravating experience of my entire life. Savvy was a mix of signals. I had to be gentle to get her to let her guard down, but once I started getting rough she didn\'t seem to mind… she even seemed to get off on it.

She didn\'t tromp downstairs until ten-fifteen the next morning. She was still wearing my shirt, and her breasts bounced beautifully as she stomped down the stairs. I was glad I hadn\'t given her back her bra. Here we go again, I thought. I had to figure out another way of working her up. I was in the mood to pounce on her, not spend the next ten minutes talking her into bending over.

Sipping on my second coffee of the day, I watched her stumble across the floor and land in the stool across the island counter from me. \"Morning,\" I said, looking down at the paper (lingerie ads). She mumbled something unintelligible and put her head down on the counter. Her hair was still down, to my delight. It hung wildly over her shoulders; she obviously hadn\'t bothered to brush it yet. \"Do you want something to drink?\" I asked.

\"Not hungry,\" she said, her voice rough.

I rolled my eyes. \"You have to eat something before we leave.\"

That made her perk up. She raised her eyes over her arms and watched me. I smirked to myself. \"We\'re going up to the cabin,\" I said, looking down at my newspaper. I\'d made the decision last night, while I was digging my fingers into Savvy\'s sweet depths. The cabin was one that Mike and I had bought together with the proceeds we\'d made during our years in Italy. It was quarter of a mile from any other house, and on the edge of a lake with a waterfall that froze up beautifully in winter. Martin and Dean had recommended it to us. Our nearest neighbors, the Haisleys, threw some of the wildest sex parties in the state, and I wanted to take Savannah to some of them.

Savvy propped her head up in her hands. Her eyes were dull, and her hair was in agonizing need of a brush, but dressed in just my shirt, she looked feral and wild and sexier than ever. \"When?\" she asked, yawning.

\"An hour,\" I said. She groaned. \"Now now, don\'t complain,\" I said, looking back at the newspaper. \"I have your clothes,\" some of them anyway, I intended to take her shopping, \"in a bag in the car. Your CD player and all your music is in there too. All you need to do is eat up.\" I stood and drained the last of my coffee. She gave me a death glare, and I rubbed my shoulder against her back when I passed. \"And don\'t forget, we have to take your temperature again,\" I murmured suggestively in her ear. I felt her shudder and grinned to myself. Maybe after last night her defenses had broken down more than I thought. I pushed up against her back and slid two of my fingers into her panties. She was warm, and as I rolled my fingers over her ass I felt she was already wet. \"Already addicted to me, sweetheart?\" I asked, my tongue flicking the inside of her ear.

Instantly, she swatted my hands away and pushed against my chest. \"Get away from me,\" she snapped, her face dark. I took a step back, to pacify her. She pressed her lips together and spun back around to face the island counter. I watched her shoulders rise and fall with the effort of her heavy panting.

\"Savvy…\" I said, cocking my head to one side.

\"Don\'t call me that!\"

Her voice was surprisingly harsh. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her. \"We\'re lovers now,\" I murmured. Not as much as I’d like to be, but hell, I had to play the part of the caring man to get what I wanted. \"That gives us both certain…obligations.\" I slid my hands down to her knees and dragged my fingers up along her legs, until my hands were at her thighs, pushing my shirt to her hips. I turned my hands inward and rested my fingers just before her center. I could feel the heat radiating off her.

\"What obligations?\" she asked, doubtful.

\"Mmm… to… satisfy… each other,\" I breathed, pushing myself closer with every pause. \"I helped you out last night, didn\'t I?\" My fingers worked to push my shirt up even higher, exposing her stomach to my wandering touch. I felt her shiver. She didn\'t answer me, and I licked her chin, nudging her face to turn to me.

She looked up at me with wide, scared eyes. \"Why are you doing this?\" she asked, her eyes tearing. \"There are other girls…\"

\"I want you,\" I purred, pressing my mouth against hers. I sucked at her lower lip and felt hot tears strike my cheeks. She was crying and whimpering. Aggravated, I slid my hands over her backside and cupped her ass in my fingers. She was pulsing, and I wanted to rip her panties off. But first I wanted her to kiss me back. My tongue quested at her lips, begging entrance. She whimpered again, and tried to turn her face away. I moved one hand up to press against the back of her head. Trapped, she reluctantly started to kiss me back. She was inexperienced and it was painfully obvious. She had no idea what to do, and I sped things up by forcing her lips open with my tongue. She gave out a smothered cry when I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. But I kept her head in place and her mouth at mine. She wasn\'t getting away.

My other hand tugged her panties down. When I pinched her, she gasped in my mouth and arched, lifting her hips off her stool. I yanked her panties down to her knees and started rubbing my hand over her warm, wet cunt. She moaned and shuddered, and I moved my hand up to the counter. I couldn\'t bear to tear my mouth away from hers, so I had to fumble on the granite surface for the thermometer. I\'d never put it up, and now I uncapped it and knocked the plastic covering to the floor. It crashed onto the tiles just as I bore down on Savannah, crushing her breasts against her with my bulk. Her back arched, and I slid the thermometer into her ass. Her hands suddenly clutched at my shoulders, and I had to let go of her head and wrap my arm around her torso to hold her in place.

She took the opportunity to jerk her mouth away from mine. She was crying again, and I smiled at her. \"You\'re flushed, Savvy,\" I said, whirling the small metal tip of the thermometer around in her ass. I hadn\'t pushed it in very far, but from the slickness I could tell she was enjoying it already. \"Heavy breathing… dilated pupils… watery eyes…\" I tilted my head to the side and ran my tongue over my lips. Her eyes flickered and her fingers dug into my shoulders in panic. \"All the symptoms of a cold. Let\'s check and see how serious it is,\" I said, grinning. She whispered \'Oh God!\' and I shoved the thermometer into her. She cried out and I roughly jerked the tiny plastic thing up and down. \"It\'s just going to sting for a moment,\" I assured her. This wasn\'t as intimate as I wanted, but hell, it was fun to watch her react to the rhythm of the plastic tube.

The beeper went off and I drew the thermometer out of her, slowly. Her teeth grit and she tossed her head back, breathing hard. Her hair was clinging to her neck, and she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. When I finally had the thermometer out I dropped it without checking the reading. Still smiling, I drew back from Savannah and let her collapse against the counter. She was trembling all over, to my delight. The sight was really ruined when she started crying again.

I sighed and walked over to her. I hadn\'t meant to make her cry like this. She was supposed to like this, the whole point of waiting for the traditional stuff was to figure out what it took to get this shy little schoolgirl wild. I brushed my hand under her chin and she looked away, her face beet red.

\"You hate me,\" she choked, hiding her face behind her hands.

Of all things, I hadn\'t expected that. \"No,\" I said, honestly. By any means I didn\'t love her but I didn\'t hate her either. She was a casual friend, and I liked her. Apparently I wasn\'t very convincing. She choked again and turned farther away from me. \"No, I don\'t hate you,\" I said, louder, firmer. I put my hand on her shoulder and she flinched.

\"I just want to die,\" she whispered.

\"Idiot,\" I said, lightly slapping her cheek. \"If I hated you I never would\'ve touched you back there.\" Something, amazingly, that wasn’t a lie. I put my arms around her shoulders and hugged her. Was this going to happen every time we did something? Because I didn\'t much like pillow talk. \"Come on, we\'re friends aren\'t we?\" I said, nuzzling her neck. She sniffled but her crying was slowing down. \"I was playing with you, with the thermometer. It was making you wet,\" I pointed out. She had no excuse for that. I kissed her cheek. \"You\'re not used to the idea of toys, are you, sweetheart?\"

\"T-toys?\" she stuttered.

\"Sex toys,\" I said, pulling back. She gripped the edges of her stool so hard her knuckles turned white. \"Silk scarves, vibrators, handcuffs, paddles…\" my voice trailed off, and I studied her eyes. She was trying hard to hide something. Her effort was obvious, but it worked. I couldn\'t tell if she was scared or offended or aroused at the things I was telling her. \"Thermometers.\" I rubbed her thighs and bent down to kiss the curves of her breasts through the gray sweatshirt. She shivered and hesitantly ran her fingers through my hair. See? I told myself. She does like it rough. It was her first time, of course she was nervous.

I bent my face up and kissed her arm. \"Jason…\" she whispered. I thought she was going to order me away, because her eyes watered again. \"I can\'t… I can\'t…\" she fumbled and pushed herself off the stool. Fingers shaking, she pulled her panties up. She wiped at her eyes with her palms and looked up at me. I was used to our height difference, but it must\'ve scared her, having me loom over her like that. \"I\'m not…\" she looked away, biting her lower lip.

\"You\'re not what?\" I asked, grabbing her chin. I made her look at me. Ready? Willing? Comfortable? What?

She surprised me again. \"I\'m not good enough for you,\" she whispered, tears spilling down her face.

I didn\'t know what to say to that. She sniffed and walked away from me, her steps wobbly. She somehow made it up the stairs while I stood motionless in the kitchen. I\'m not good enough for you? What the hell? Where the fuck had she gotten that idea from? I peered up the stairs and watched her open the door to the guest room. Not good enough for me, no. She stayed in the room for a few minutes while I watched the door.

After a minute of thinking, I walked up the stairs. \"Savvy, come out here,\" I called, injecting as much affection as I could into the command. \"Come out here, girl.\"

The guest room door flew open and Savannah walked into the hall, hands on her hips. \"What?\" she asked, scowling.

\"Your clothes are downstairs.\"

\"I don\'t care,\" she hissed. \"I want this stupid shirt off me.\"

Well, well, well, I thought. I walked up to her and put my hands on her waist. She knew what was coming before it happened, and she looked away from me. \"I\'ll help,\" I said softy. I pulled the shirt up and over her chest, throwing it to the floor. Her nipples were hard, and she started to shiver in the cold air of the hallway. \"Get on your knees,\" I said. She hesitantly obeyed. \"You are… you are completely wrong about yourself,\" I said, stroking her hair. She rolled her eyes, dry now. \"What gave you the idea you\'re not good enough for me?\" I asked. I reached up and started undoing my belt. She bent her head and mumbled something. \"What was that?\" I asked, tossing my belt to the floor.

Her face tilted up and she just stared blankly at me. \"I\'m just… I\'m just not,\" she said, flustered.

\"I don\'t think that,\" I said. I unzipped my pants and pushed my boxers down. \"Now open your mouth, Savvy.\"


~*~ Savannah\'s POV ~*~

It was the least I could do for him. The very least. He was less than an inch from my mouth. I\'d never seen a naked man before. I was… intimidated. He was bigger than I thought he\'d be, and he was hard, which surprised me. Didn\'t he get it? How many times did I have to tell him? I wasn\'t like the women he dated. I wasn\'t as good as them. I wasn\'t good enough for someone like Jason. And yet I was making him… no, he had to be thinking about someone else. One of his girlfriends.

\"Open your mouth, Savvy,\" he said again. I glanced up at him and he reached down and tangled his fingers up in my hair. I shivered. Why the hell had I wanted the shirt off? I guess it didn\'t matter, not after what we\'d gone through together last night. I hesitated, and tried to remember every erotic story I\'d ever read. If I hadn\'t read so many, I honestly would\'ve had no idea what to do. Those works were my sex ed, my only clues as to what happened when couples went into the bedroom.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and took in his… his cock. He started massaging my scalp and pushed my head forward gently, forcing me to take more of him in my mouth. He seemed impossibly huge, and I wanted to pull away, but he was gripping me too hard to let me do that. \"Shh,\" he murmured. I hadn\'t even realized I was whimpering. \"It\'s okay,\" he assured me. \"Just follow your instincts, sweetheart,\" he said, stroking my scalp.

I shut my eyes and closed my lips around his hardness. I put my hands on his legs to brace myself as I sucked softly at him. \"Use your tongue, Savvy,\" Jason said, moving my bangs out of my eyes. I pushed my tongue over his length, giving each side a long, slow stroke. I was terrified that my jaw would spasm and I\'d bite down. I leaned forward a little and took the rest of him. He started breathing harder, and I increased the pace of my tongue strokes. My jaw started to ache because I was trying to suck and lick him at the same time, but he kept his hands in my hair and his fingers pushing at the back of my head. Maybe it was subconscious. It took so long, I knew I\'d done horribly, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach until the moment he came.

His warm cum sprayed into my mouth and he moaned. His grip slackened and I pushed myself away from him, scrambling back on the floor, not caring that my breasts were bouncing all over the place. I gasped and wiped the cum off my lips, coughing more up, scared to swallow it. Jason was staring at the ceiling, his shoulders locked, his hands resting opened by his sides. He looked like some terrible angel. The darkness of the stairwell behind him seemed like black wings, and the light shining on him from the window behind us was deceptively white. He sighed, contentedly, and looked down at me. He just watched me for a moment before he spoke. He seemed to like watching me. \"Come here, Savvy,\" he murmured. His voice made me shiver, it seemed like it was coming from another world.

I started to stand, but he sighed. \"No. On your hands and knees.\"

\"What?\" I asked, gaping at him.

\"Crawl to me, Savannah,\" he said. His tone was harder this time. The way he looked at me made me bow my head, and I put my hands down on the cold, hardwood floor. My thighs rubbed together as I slowly made my way down the hall, hair hanging over my face. I was freezing, and humiliated. How had things gotten this bad this quickly? \"Look up, Savvy. Give me that little pout you do so well,\" Jason ordered. I crystallized, frozen just a foot or two away from him. \"Do it, Savvy,\" he said.

I looked up at him, and forced my scowl into a small pout. He smiled approvingly. \"Your eyes are beautiful when they smolder like that, Savannah,\" he said. I kept crawling towards him, feeling a lot like a cat. My shoulders and my hips swayed back and forth, and I had to work hard to keep my face in that pout he\'d asked for. The feet between us took an agonizingly long time to cross, but finally I was done. I started to rear up but he pushed my head back down. \"Get my belt,\" he said. I grabbed it and wrapped it around my fingers, picturing his neck in my grasp. \"Now fix up my pants. I\'ll go get a change of clothes for you when you\'re done,\" he promised, stroking my scalp.

I grit my teeth and pulled his boxers over his hips. Then came his pants, which I zipped up with shaking hands. I buttoned them and slid the belt through the belt loops. I had a lot of trouble with the belt buckle, though, and it took a while to finally fix it up. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, pressing his mouth against mine. I tried to turn my face away and he growled, so I looked back at him. His mouth was on mine in a second and he gently tugged at my lips, trying to coax me into kissing him back.

Why did this have to be so terrifying? I inhaled and tentatively laid my hands around his shoulders. He doesn\'t think I\'m bad at this, he doesn\'t think I\'m bad at this… it was a few steps away from \'I\'m not bad at this\' but it was the best I could manage.

When he ended the kiss, he didn\'t let me go. His hands stayed planted on my shoulders and he loomed over me, eyes focused on my face. \"My clothes,\" I said, swallowing hard. He stiffened and let me go.

\"There\'s an outfit on the couch,\" he said coldly.

I waited for him to move out of my way but he didn\'t. Shivering, I stepped around him and hugged the wall. I sucked in my stomach but my breasts still rubbed his arm when I inched by. Arms crossed over my chest, I climbed down the stairs. I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a few minutes, in turmoil. The living room was almost completely glassed in, with windows on three of the four walls. There weren\'t that many people on campus but still… someone might walk by and see me.

\"What\'s the problem?\" Jason breathed in my ear. I jumped. I hadn\'t heard him come up behind me, but he was less than an inch from my back, his face shadowed over. I couldn\'t read his expression when I looked over my shoulder.

\"I don\'t want anyone to see me,\" I mumbled, blushing. That must seem so stupid to him.

He pushed me up against the wall and strode past me. A minute later he was back with my clothes. \"Uncross your arms,\" he said. He stood in front of me and waited. When I didn\'t, and I had no plan to expose myself anymore to him, he scowled. \"I\'m going to dress you, Savvy. Now uncross your arms before I make you.\"

\"I can dress myself,\" I said, bowing my head. My hair slid into my face and I spun around and ran up the stairs, leaving Jason very confused. My hair was driving me insane. I skidded into the guest room and grabbed my hair band off the end table. I didn\'t remember taking my ponytail down but it must\'ve happened before The Bath.

Jason came in while my arms were still above my head, twisting my hair through the hair band. He pulled the door shut behind him and put my clothes down on the bed, watching me -- or my breasts, really -- while I fixed my hair. \"It looks better down,\" he said. I glared at him. He didn\'t know what it was like to have hair that went down to the middle of your back. It was hard for me to take care of. I wasn\'t like his girlfriends who could spend hours in front of the mirror. It was easier and less of a hassle to wear it up, and it kept the long strands out of my eyes. \"Don\'t look at me like that,\" he murmured.

\"Can I get dressed now?\" I asked, looking away. Didn\'t he understand? I wasn\'t the right kind of girl for him. And if he just wanted sex… well… I couldn\'t do that for long. I\'d paid him back for The Bath, hadn\'t I?

He picked up a dark green bra I\'d bought online. He would pick that out of my drawers. Smiling, he walked over to me and fastened the bra behind my back. I stood limply and let him guide my arms through the straps. \"You\'ll have fun at the cabin,\" he said casually. He slid my panties off me, kissing the inside of my thighs as he pulled them down. I picked up my feet for him and he tossed the panties aside and replaced them with a pair that matched the bra. \"Mike might come down and join us for New Years,\" he said. \"Remember how we planned to go up there? Just because he\'s gone doesn\'t mean I\'m going to break that promise.\" He smiled broadly at me and held up a button-up blue shirt. I held out my arms and he slid the sleeves over them. He started buttoning it up and stopped just after he covered my breasts. He affectionately smoothed out the collar and kissed my cheek. In spite of myself, there was a spark, and I leaned into his mouth. He pressed his hands to the sides of my face and held me still for a minute.

It ended, leaving me spinning, and Jason slid my jeans on. A pair that was snug on me, naturally. We went downstairs and stopped in the kitchen. Jason stretched and smirked at me. \"We can stop for lunch on the way but since you slept so late…\" he gave me a playful smile.

I lazily pushed at his chest. \"Hey, you exhausted me,\" I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

He grabbed me again. The kiss was urgent and needy, and I had no idea how to handle it. I tentatively kissed him back, and touched his hair. He pushed up against me and slid his hands down my back. Embarrassed but enjoying myself, I ran my hands through his hair and tried to stroke his scalp like he so often did mine. He bit down on my lower lip and I yelped. Breathing hard, he pulled back, but only a little. He had to bend down to kiss me and I had to look up, and I felt like I would fall if his hands didn\'t keep bracing me. \"I intend to keep you very tired this vacation, Savvy,\" he whispered.

\"Umm…\" I could feel a blush creeping up from my feet. Think of something! Think of something!

Tactfully, Jason straightened his posture and let me go. I leaned up against the island counter and looked at the floor for a minute. \"We\'ll get something before long, but I\'m not stopping in twenty minutes,\" he finally said, running his hands through his hair. \"Are you going to eat or not?\" The words could\'ve sounded mean, but Jason just seemed curious.

\"Not,\" I said, making a face.

Jason picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. \"Let\'s go then,\" he said. I pounded my fists against his back as he walked across the room and grabbed one of his bags. He swiveled and turned me to face the other bag. \"Grab that will you?\" he asked, adjusting his grip on my legs. I huffed but grabbed onto the handle. It would give me something to concentrate on besides his ass. As he walked out of the house and over to the car, I shivered in the cold. He threw the bags in the back and pushed me into the passenger\'s seat. I felt dizzy, and I let him buckle my seatbelt.

\"I\'m not a rag doll,\" I mumbled, while he started up the car and pulled out of the driveway.

\"No, you\'re much too warm for that,\" he said. I stuck my tongue out at him and turned on the radio. He glared at me. \"You\'d rather listen to the radio than talk with me?\"

\"Yep.\" I hit the lean-back button on the chair and closed my eyes.

Jason grumbled for a few minutes but shut up I cranked the volume on the radio.

We were on the highway and stuck in holiday traffic way too soon. I sighed and curled up in my chair, shifting a little to find the best position to doze off in. Jason tapped his fingers against the steering wheel and crossed and uncrossed his legs. He finally let go of the steering wheel and yawned. \"God, I\'m bored,\" he muttered. \"Why did you have to sleep so late? We could be through this.\"

\"You were the one who drugged me and then wouldn\'t let me sleep,\" I mumbled. The air in the car got very cold and I opened one eye to look at him over my shoulder. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was glaring out at the car ahead of us. I slapped his arm and rolled over to face him. \"What\'re we going to do for the next few hours?\"

\"Take off your seatbelt,\" he said, unhooking his.

I rolled my eyes. \"Yeah, sure.\"

\"We\'re parked, Savvy. We might as well have some fun.\"

\"I\'d rather sleep,\" I said, snuggling up to the chair. The heater was on and it was comfortably warm in the car, unlike Jason\'s house had been. I didn\'t have any homework to do, I could put off reading my report card until we got back from the cabin, and it didn\'t feel like I was getting sick after all. Maybe the night before had just been nerves.

\"You still owe me, Savvy. I got you twice, but you only paid me back for one time.\"

I stared at him. What could we possibly do while parked in traffic? But he was unbuttoning pants and shifting a bit to push them down to his knees. The car\'s windows were tinted pretty dark, so no one would be able to tell if we did anything. \"Slide across the seat,\" Jason said. He kept his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes focused on the road. I sighed and undid my seatbelt. After this, we\'d be even, and he couldn\'t make me do anything I didn\'t want to.

I wriggled down in my seat and it took a few minutes to adjust myself so my mouth was in Jason\'s lap. He wasn\'t hard yet, and he wouldn\'t look down at me to give me any directions. I guess he wanted to seem like everything was normal. Sighing to let him know my position on this, I laid a couple of light kisses up and down his shaft. I shivered. Even though I hadn\'t asked for this, it was still hard not to think: I\'m really doing this! Jason wants me, me of all people, to do this for him! Jason!

He shifted in his seat and when I glanced up, his fingers were wrapped so tight around the steering wheel that his knuckles had gone white. I did that, I thought, a little smugly, blushing. Maybe I wasn\'t so bad at this after all.

Smiling, I ran my tongue over his hardening length and laid longer, wetter kisses along it. Jason had his head pressed hard against the headrest and his mouth was set in a fine line. Determined to get a sound out of him, I teased his erection, sucking a little on the length but ignoring his throbbing tip completely. I nuzzled his crotch and reached over with my hand to palm his balls. His eyes were closed as I ran my fingers over the hard stones, excited by the new texture. I was making myself very hot, and very wet, I could feel drops of juice trailing down my thighs. I wriggled a little on Jason\'s lap and he finally groaned, tilting his head back in delirious pleasure. Or so I told myself. It was more fun thinking that way.

I rolled my tongue over his tip, and he groaned again. Smirking, I slid him into my mouth and he rubbed against my cheek. Feeling… right, I took him as far as I could in that position and closed my lips around him. My jaw slid back and forth as I sucked greedily at him, shivering at the taste of his precum. I rubbed his hip with my hand and closed my eyes, still teasing his balls with my free hand. I sucked at him and slid my tongue up and down his cock, teasing his foreskin back and forth and rolling my tongue over his sensitive head. I felt him tighten and all of a sudden he came, warm liquid spilling over my tongue and my teeth. For a brief moment his hand left the steering wheel to run through my hair, and his thumb stroked the side of my face while I shyly swallowed his cum.

Suddenly his leg jolted me as he hit the gas pedal and pushed the car forward a few feet. I lay frozen in his lap, his cock still in my mouth, terrified that traffic had cleared up and I was stuck in this position. But after a few seconds the car slowed back down and stopped. Breathing hard, I slid back into my seat and slowly sat up, wiping his cum off my lips with the back of my hand. The moment was ruined. I shook myself and glanced over at the car next to us. And immediately panicked. It was a cop, and he was staring hard at me. The tinted windows weren\'t opaque, and he had to have seen me suddenly rise up out of nowhere.

\"Jason,\" I whispered, tugging on his sleeve. I looked away from the cop and nervously tightened my ponytail.

\"Mmm?\" He glanced at me and the cop blared his sirens. Jason\'s eyes grew wide and he looked out through my window, his face shooting into rage. \"Fuck,\" he muttered. The cop waved for us to pull over and after a minute Jason navigated to the emergency lane.

Oh, God. I slid down in my seat and my face flushed. What was it going to say on my record? \'Gave more-than-just-friend-less-than-boyfriend a level two blow job in traffic jam\'?

A/N: Will update for reviews.