The Girl's A Straight-Up Hustler (Jardougall)

8- Daring Jenna VS. Scared Jenna

Already I had been blown away by the size of Jenna's house, and the decorations. Hadn't seemed like her at all, but I got used to it. Then, when she offered to drive me home, I saw her car for the first time. I was wondering how Jenna made that much money just off being a personal trainer.

The seats of the Jaguar seemed to swallow me when I sat in them. Jenna just gave me a slight smile before starting her car and pulling out of the driveway. You know in the movies about racing or something how the driver backs up really fucking fast, like Sonic speed, and then they turn the corner really fast and the car turns perfectly? She pulled a fucking Fast & Furious with me in the car, and it was kind of exciting.

We were mostly silent during the drive. And the car didn't really make a lot of noise, either. Everything was so silent and the car was smooth-sailing down shitty LA roads.

I was watching Jenna as she drove. I was noticing that there didn't seem to be anything that didn't make her look so unbelievably hot. Her right arm was stuck out and gripping the steering wheel, the left arm was resting on the car door. I let my eyes trace from her hand, up the muscles of her arm, to the focused look on her face.

"You gonna keep staring?" she asked. My eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at me with a smile. "I'm just messing with you."

I let out a nervous laugh and then I felt her hand on my thigh as her left hand moved to the steering wheel. I bit my lip to keep myself calm.

"Hey, I was really rude earlier," she said, "but I just wanted to thank you for last night. You're right: I should've appreciated it. It really means a lot to me..."

I set my hand on top of hers. "Of course. Any time you need me. It's not like I have anything better to do."

Jenna chuckled and moved her hand the tiniest bit farther up my thigh. A fraction of an inch. Chills ran through my body. She was inching closer and closer between my legs and I flinched for a moment. It just caught me by surprise.

"We're in the car," I announced awkwardly. She was in the middle of driving; she wouldn't dare to have sex and drive at the same time. No. Jenna's daring, but not that daring.

"And?" I jumped as she began fumbling with the button on my skinny jeans. She kept her eyes on the road as the button finally opened and her hand slipped beneath my jeans. I started to yell at her, but instead I bit my lip and lowered the seat a bit. I saw a smirk cross her lips for a moment.

A light moan escaped me as I felt her fingers rub against the fabric of my underwear. One stroke would be delicate, another would be rough and needy. I arched my back slightly and I felt the fabric become wet.

"Jenna," I moaned out.

"What?" she asked. "Does that feel good?"

A simple moan escaped me and I closed my eyes. Her hand continued moving for a few more seconds before she pulled it away. I opened my eyes to see that she'd pulled into the parking lot of my apartment.

"Goddammit," I swore. She put on an innocent look as I quickly tried to redo my jeans. "That, um...that's not okay. You can't do that to me."

"You could've stopped me," she said. "I wasn't forcing you."

I started to protest but she was right. I wanted to be doing these things with her, I just knew it was wrong. It was like as soon as she woke up this morning, everything that had her down the night before didn't matter.

"Are you gonna visit Courtney?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

Jenna quickly turned away from me. I knew she didn't want to talk about this, but I felt like it was her responsibility to try to fix things somehow.