Jessica was fingered at the restaurant by her boyfriend while fantasizing about Mason, her best friend Anneka's boyfriend. After her orgasm, her oblivious friends think she's sick and Mason offers to drive her home. Outside the restaurant, Mason reveals that she accidentally kicked her panties into his lap while she was getting fingered.
Oh my God, Mason, I'm so sorry!". "I swear, I can explain!"
How stupid could I be? I should never have let Oliver finger me at the table, I should never have fantasized about the man in front of me, and I certainly should never have agreed to let Mason drive me home. It seemed I was prone to mistakes this evening.
"No need to." He said nonchalantly, taking his keys from the valet service at the same time. "Hey, I get it. Anneka gave me a hand job when we had dinner with her parents. The whole time I was talking to her dad, too. Personally, I think the risk of getting caught is kinda hot."
"Ew! I so did not need to know that!"
He shrugged and opened the passenger door of his black corvette. His parents were crazy rich, and they had no problem with spoiling their oldest son. I didn't know what his allowance was, but I guessed it had five digits.
After weighing my options, I decided to get in. Hopefully he'd just drop me off at my front door and this would all be over soon. Once he got into the driver's seat and we started driving, I searched for anything to take my mind off him. I wondered how big he was. After Anneka had sex with him for the first time, she told me over the phone that he was huge, but she never gave details. I didn't ask for them, as I didn't really need any more wet dream fuel. His green eyes and tall stature were enough. Plus, he had killer abs. Like, Calvin Klein model abs.
"Can you turn on the radio?" I asked, attempting to get my mind off all things sexual. I didn't need to make a puddle of my own vaginal juices in my dress, especially since my panties were still in his pocket.
Mason turned a knob and the radio buzzed to life. The 80's George Michael hit "I Want Your Sex" blared from the speakers. Flustered, I turned the knob again, only for "Rub You The Right Way" by Johnny Gill to come on. I changed the channel two other times, with "Feel Like Makin' Love" and "All I Want To Do Is Make Love To You" playing before I decided that silence was better.
"So, I assume you're not a virgin?" Mason spoke up, briefly taking his eyes off the road to smile seductively at me. I wasn't going to answer, but figured I might as well, seeing as he just watched me get fingered in a restaurant. I sighed.
"No, Mason, I'm not a virgin."
He took his right hand off the steering wheel and rested it on my thigh, sending tingles up my spine. Glancing over at his lap, I took note of a sizable bulge in his dress pants. I began to melt into his touch in a way Oliver could never make me do, before I forced myself to see reason and slap his hand away.
"I have a boyfriend." I said defiantly, crossing my arms over my chest.
"And I have a girlfriend." He said, stopping at a red light. "So what?"
I dropped my arms and stared at him with wide eyes. "Have you cheated on Anneka before?"
"Not yet..." He answered, pressing the gas pedal. "But I'm about to."
Those four words stirred up a cocktail of emotions inside me. I felt horny, guilty, excited, shocked, nervous, conflicted, and...did I mention horny?
