“Can you drive a stick?”
“Sure!” Alison said.
“Get in then. You’re driving,” he said, tossing the keys.
Allison was good on the shift but hard on the clutch. Jets really didn’t care because he knew he would be having sex soon and he could replace the clutch. He wasn’t thinking so much as he was feeling. He stroked her pert nipples with one hand while his other hand shifted the Pontiac into 3rd gear.
“Guess where I’m kidnapping you to?” Ally teased.
“Um, your cabin in the woods?” Jets asked hopefully.
“Nah, that would take too lonnnggg. How ’bout that little Sugar Shack on the beach?” she asked with a quick glance at him and the rearview mirror, while her hands were busy moving from steering wheel to stick shift to Jets’ hands and various other body parts and back to the wheel.
Jets was having a little bit of trouble with her zipper, so Allison’s hands dipped and gently pushed the brass button through its little slit for him. His hands slid beneath the silkiness of her panties. “Ah – Shack? Good!”
"Does this mean you'll be giving me an A?" Alison asked him as the car scraped against a restraining wall. All her friends had said Jets was the creepiest driver training instructor at the school, but Alison felt really connected to him.
"Right now you're up to a B," Jets replied. "I still have to see if you know how to properly yield."
Opening: ME.....Continuation: Chris Eldin/EE