The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyn’s POV* ?

“Andy.” I snuck a hand up his shirt a little, and rubbed his stomach. “We should get some sleep.” I brought my hand lower and wrapped a curl of his pubic hair around my finger and gave it a tug, making his awesome cock twitch. “I think we only have time for one. What sounds better to you, messing around here, or finishing this inside?” I ran my finger up the underside of his horse-cock as I finished talking and gave the sizable head a light squeeze.

I shifted my focus to Andy’s face, and was glad I hadn’t earlier! I wouldn’t have been able to finish, my mouth would have been too full of his irresistible boner. Shit, Andy was hot when he was irritated! His perfect brow was furrowed and his burning, blue eyes glittered as he sat up straighter and undid his seatbelt. Mmmm, fuck…

Andy pointed a long, accusatory finger at me. “You’re a horrid tease!” His icy, blue eyes were so piercing, and his cock was still rock hard and just begging to be touched, I couldn’t resi-

“Biersack!” I kept stroking, eyes firmly shut, biting my lips closed, picturing Gwyn on the verge of giving in to my incredible sexual magnetism and wanting me twice. “Biersack! Get your hand out of your pants!”

Gwyn smacked me on the arm pretty good, and I opened my eyes. I looked at her, seeing an irritated (yes, hot, but irritated) driver, and realized the situation was now dire. I had succeeded in endangering, not only my chances of anal sex, but possibly any sex. It looked like for a while. I pulled my hand out of my pants with a whimper.

“I don’t want to get arrested, Andy. I could lose my license, I could lose my job.” She looked at me, still irritated, still sexy. “No car sex!”

I felt shitty. “Fuck, Gwyn, I’m sorry. I just got really turned on thinking about you, and looking at you and stuff.” I fidgeted a little, realizing how lame this was going to sound, even though it was true. “I went to adjust myself, because, I mean, my pants are tight. And, um, I was still thinking about you so my boner wouldn’t go away, and kind of worried about the seatbelt smashing my dick, so I left my hand there, but then it just kind of felt good, and you looked really pretty, and so I started, um, thinking about you and me, um, I guess fantasizing. That made it feel really good. I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

Gwyn looked at me, totally incredulous. “Are you fucking serious? You popped a boner just because you were looking at me, and when you were trying to protect it from the seatbelt, which I’ve never heard of, you ended up wanking?”

A fair assessment. “Eh, more or less?” I felt crappy. I hoped my stupid libido wasn’t going to fuck things up with Gwyn completely. “Look, I really am sorry. I just really like you a lot, I think, I dunno… Maybe my sex drive is kicking into high gear because my whole brain is all lit up and stimulated by you. I’m not just completely about sex.”

Gwyn shook her head and looked really somber for a second. “Don’t ever think that I think that about you, Andy. That much is obvious in your work.”

Oh, right. I keep forgetting Gwyn is a fan. I guess that’s good? She sighed.

“I’m just, I dunno, not used to any of this.” She gestured, more or less, at me. “I mean, I’ve been alone for a long time, Andy. And every partner I’ve ever had has always been way less interested in sex than I have. Like, no one has ever gotten aroused by just thinking about me in a car, you crazy bastard!” She smiled and glanced at me.

“Lies! That’s impossible! There are people everywhere, right this moment, driving throughout Washington state, in extreme states of arousal, thinking of you! Not only that, I know for a fact that it occurs outside of motor vehicles too! I’m sure of it Gwyn, I bet half of your regular clients have to go home and jerk off in order to be able to sleep at night-“ I was grinning, Gwyn made a horrified face.

“Fuck no! Oh my god, fuck, ugh, no! I sure as shit hope not! That is a visual I don’t need! That’s as fucking nasty as a rotting, ten-day-old cow uterus, Biersack!” That gave me pause. I had no idea how nasty that was, or why you would have one around, but it sounded pretty gross.

“Anyway, I didn’t mean to upset you, Hot-shot. I was just going to say that, aside from my fears of getting pulled over, I was anxious that I was going to get in a car accident. Hearing you spank your shit, and seeing it in my peripheral vision, was giving me a lady-boner, Andy. I was afraid that I would wreck Plug if you turned me on any more. There’s a reason I don’t do car sex. So, I mean, I’m sorry if I overreacted, I was panicking a little. That, and we’re almost home anyways. Well, my home.” Plug? Gwyn’s car is named Plug?

Notes

*chuckle*

QOTD:

do you have a car? what's its name?

yep. Pod. (no, it's not a prius)