[He's not so good at keeping up a train of thought, here. Most of his brain is being used to keep them on the road, not crashing into things -- he's pretty thankful at the moment at that the rest of the road isn't busy. The rest of his brain is concentrating on how damn good it feels, with her mouth on him like that, doing whatever that magical thing she's doing with her tongue is. It's only with some serious effort that he manages to finish his sentence.]
[She knows. She knows it's an awful idea and even if they don't crash, they run the risk of getting pulled over or worse, sharing the road with a trucker who decides to take a peek down into the car next to him. But this is all assuming Angela gives a damn about any of this as she hums a tuneless response to his statement, giving an appearance of consideration as she pulls back.]
So you want me to stop?
[Though she asks, it's not like she waits for an answer before sucking him back between her lips, swallowing him all the way down so it's damn near impossible for him to say yes.]
No, I don't want you to -- fuck, that feels good -- I don't want you to stop.
[So someone could see them. That doesn't particularly bother him, not with his latent exhibitionist streak that Angela just encourages. Getting pulled over might, a little, but he's pretty sure he can talk his way out of getting into too much trouble. Crashing the car might be a problem, but he's really concentrating on staying in his lane and not running into anything. It's just that it's hard to concentrate when she's doing that. He desperately wants to take a hand off the wheel and run his fingers through her hair, but he knows it's a bad idea. Driving with two hands is difficult enough; driving with just one would be downright idiotic.]
[And as much as she likes her hair being played with, there's only but so much living on the edge Angela is willing to do. There's a reason she told him to keep driving and to shut up. Less distractions other than the one she is giving him, less risks.
But too much thinking about danger when he's heavy and warm on her tongue, salty skin making up most of the flavor in her mouth. She hums around him and doesn't stop indeed, increasing the pressure and hollowing her cheeks out. Fingers slip down to his balls, flicking and scratching, teasing and massaging just how he likes it. Like they were in her bedroom and not in a car.]</s
[He inhales sharply as she increases the pressure, and finds himself unable to talk. Looks like he's following that instruction to shut up once again. He's not sure how much more of this he can take before pulling over or making her stop or going absolutely crazy with how damn good it feels -- arguably, she's already driven him pretty crazy. The way he's breathing hard should indicate that, and the way he can't resist looking down at her instead of at the road, just for a second, admiring how she looks when she's doing that.]
[Well, that's a hard decision he has to make on his own because as far as Angela's concerned, she has no intentions on stopping until he comes. She can tell he's not too far off by his breathing and damn her if she doesn't start humming around him again, wanting to see him crumble around her while trying to keep up a front of relative normality. She pulls all the way back until the tip just the head of his cock is between her lips and sucks firmly, wrapping her hand around the rest of him and stroking lazily at first and then with more purpose and speed.]
[That's all he's going to say, but that's all he really needs to say -- it conveys the message pretty damn well. If her intention had been to get him to come, she'll get her wish almost as soon as she starts stroking him like that. He has to clutch the steering wheel desperately hard and grit his teeth together to avoid shouting as he comes, to avoid closing his eyes and just concentrating on the feelings coursing through him instead of the road, and he manages, somehow, although his whole body shakes with the effort.]
[She immediately takes him back all the way into her mouth, relishing the pulsing of his cock, the warmth as she swallows... It really be no surprise that when Angela sits back up to dig nonchalantly through the glove compartment for napkins, the expression on her face has her looking like the cat who ate the damn canary. Honestly, it's a wonder he doesn't regret meeting her. It's a wonder no one regrets meeting Angela, for that matter.]
[It takes him awhile to get his breath back, but as soon as he does, he sneaks a glance at her, shaking his head.]
Like I said, I'm pretty sure that was a really dangerous idea.
[The tone of his voice indicates that, however dangerous, he enjoyed himself. Regret meeting her? No way. Who else would do something like that? His focus is back on driving now, but there's a grin on his face as he does so.]
[She's arching up into the sunvisor mirror, wiping at her lips before reapplying her lipstick with a smile. A smile so innocent, one would think he just picked this girl up from Sunday Mass.]
I'm sure you were very concerned for our safety. How responsible of you.
[He'll take this chance to take a hand off the wheel and stroke her cheek, just for a second, before getting back to the business of driving -- really, it's that innocent smile that encourages him to do it.]
Good way to pass the time, though. We're almost there.
Well then, better zip up your pants. No need to go in there and flash everybody.
[Angela leans her face into his touch, that sentimental side of her showing itself for a moment, before she reaches out and rearranges him and his clothing. Make a mess, clean a mess. That's her motto.]
There. No crashing, no flashing. [She says with a gentle pat to his crotch.] Happy now?
It's a barbecue, Jimmy. Saying let's get it over with makes it sound like it's a funeral or a wedding or something.
[Funny how both of those things are equal in her mind. Anyway it's put, though, she gets out of the car before he gets any ideas in his head that'll make them late for the festivities.
A few hours later, they're returning to the car for the drive home, she behind the wheel as promised. Angela actually stuck to juice and water because Jimmy being Jimmy probably partook of the beer and liquor. It would be a miracle if he didn't. Only one type of danger today.]
[He's definitely partaken of the beer and liquor, although he's not drunk, exactly, just pleasantly buzzed -- although he's wise enough to know that driving in this condition would be a bad idea. Sliding into the passenger seat, he shrugs.]
It wasn't so bad? Come on, it's okay to admit you had fun. I saw you talking to the guys.
[She nudges him in the side with an elbow as she pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road. Her friends could be a handful, especially the male ones when she brings a date to any of these shindigs, but nobody lost their tempers and nobody left with a broken nose. Seemed like a success all around.]
[Truthfully, he's pretty sure most of her friends are a lot smarter than he is, so he'd done a lot of listening. And nodding. But there'd been alcohol, and decent food, so it hadn't been a waste of his time.]
[Intelligence isn't a quality she goes for when choosing her friends. She just looks for whether they are good hearted people. If some of them are smart, so be it. Some of them might have a pillowcase full of doorknobs for brains. It makes no difference to her. In any case, Angela's confident none of them judged Jimmy on his IQ score.]
Guy stuff. I see. So sports, beer, and chicks. And farting too.
[The rise of her eyebrow is more to the conversation topic than about his ambling hand. That isn't something she likes hearing him or her friends talk about.]
Guns? They didn't threaten to shoot you, did they?
Sometimes. [A beat.] Depends. On whether they think you're a risk to my emotional safety.
[She turns her head slightly towards him, eyes still on the road, smile playing on her lips. Angela can't say she's in love with Jimmy, but she can say she cares about him. Her friends might think differently because they assume they know her.]
[Not really, but he doesn't go out of his way to risk anyone's emotional safety except maybe his own. His fingers move up her thigh a little, still casually, mostly just enjoying the contact between them.]
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[He's not so good at keeping up a train of thought, here. Most of his brain is being used to keep them on the road, not crashing into things -- he's pretty thankful at the moment at that the rest of the road isn't busy. The rest of his brain is concentrating on how damn good it feels, with her mouth on him like that, doing whatever that magical thing she's doing with her tongue is. It's only with some serious effort that he manages to finish his sentence.]
Probably a really bad idea.
[And apparently, he doesn't give a fuck.]
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So you want me to stop?
[Though she asks, it's not like she waits for an answer before sucking him back between her lips, swallowing him all the way down so it's damn near impossible for him to say yes.]
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[So someone could see them. That doesn't particularly bother him, not with his latent exhibitionist streak that Angela just encourages. Getting pulled over might, a little, but he's pretty sure he can talk his way out of getting into too much trouble. Crashing the car might be a problem, but he's really concentrating on staying in his lane and not running into anything. It's just that it's hard to concentrate when she's doing that. He desperately wants to take a hand off the wheel and run his fingers through her hair, but he knows it's a bad idea. Driving with two hands is difficult enough; driving with just one would be downright idiotic.]
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But too much thinking about danger when he's heavy and warm on her tongue, salty skin making up most of the flavor in her mouth. She hums around him and doesn't stop indeed, increasing the pressure and hollowing her cheeks out. Fingers slip down to his balls, flicking and scratching, teasing and massaging just how he likes it. Like they were in her bedroom and not in a car.]</s
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[He inhales sharply as she increases the pressure, and finds himself unable to talk. Looks like he's following that instruction to shut up once again. He's not sure how much more of this he can take before pulling over or making her stop or going absolutely crazy with how damn good it feels -- arguably, she's already driven him pretty crazy. The way he's breathing hard should indicate that, and the way he can't resist looking down at her instead of at the road, just for a second, admiring how she looks when she's doing that.]
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[That's all he's going to say, but that's all he really needs to say -- it conveys the message pretty damn well. If her intention had been to get him to come, she'll get her wish almost as soon as she starts stroking him like that. He has to clutch the steering wheel desperately hard and grit his teeth together to avoid shouting as he comes, to avoid closing his eyes and just concentrating on the feelings coursing through him instead of the road, and he manages, somehow, although his whole body shakes with the effort.]
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Like I said, I'm pretty sure that was a really dangerous idea.
[The tone of his voice indicates that, however dangerous, he enjoyed himself. Regret meeting her? No way. Who else would do something like that? His focus is back on driving now, but there's a grin on his face as he does so.]
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I'm sure you were very concerned for our safety. How responsible of you.
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[He'll take this chance to take a hand off the wheel and stroke her cheek, just for a second, before getting back to the business of driving -- really, it's that innocent smile that encourages him to do it.]
Good way to pass the time, though. We're almost there.
[Obviously, Angela has a great sense of timing.]
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[Angela leans her face into his touch, that sentimental side of her showing itself for a moment, before she reaches out and rearranges him and his clothing. Make a mess, clean a mess. That's her motto.]
There. No crashing, no flashing. [She says with a gentle pat to his crotch.] Happy now?
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[As he pulls into the parking lot, he turns to give her a devilish little grin.]
Y'know, we've got the long drive back after this is over with, too...
[Insatiable. Really. Can you blame him? He parks the car without further comment.]
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I'm driving.
[Before he gets any other ideas, the tables have to be turned. At least once. Or twice. Or three times in her case.]
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Yeah, that's only fair, right? C'mon, let's go get this over with.
[Because really, the car has just become a far more interesting place than it had been when they'd started their little drive this morning.]
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[Funny how both of those things are equal in her mind. Anyway it's put, though, she gets out of the car before he gets any ideas in his head that'll make them late for the festivities.
A few hours later, they're returning to the car for the drive home, she behind the wheel as promised. Angela actually stuck to juice and water because Jimmy being Jimmy probably partook of the beer and liquor. It would be a miracle if he didn't. Only one type of danger today.]
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Okay, that wasn't so bad, I guess.
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[She nudges him in the side with an elbow as she pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road. Her friends could be a handful, especially the male ones when she brings a date to any of these shindigs, but nobody lost their tempers and nobody left with a broken nose. Seemed like a success all around.]
What did you talk about?
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[Truthfully, he's pretty sure most of her friends are a lot smarter than he is, so he'd done a lot of listening. And nodding. But there'd been alcohol, and decent food, so it hadn't been a waste of his time.]
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Guy stuff. I see. So sports, beer, and chicks. And farting too.
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[That's actually probably true, at least when it comes to him. That's a topic he can discuss for awhile. His hand slides onto her knee casually.]
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Guns? They didn't threaten to shoot you, did they?
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[His fingers are just tracing little nonsense patterns onto her thigh now, just for the sake of touching her skin.]
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[She turns her head slightly towards him, eyes still on the road, smile playing on her lips. Angela can't say she's in love with Jimmy, but she can say she cares about him. Her friends might think differently because they assume they know her.]
I don't think you are, though.
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[Not really, but he doesn't go out of his way to risk anyone's emotional safety except maybe his own. His fingers move up her thigh a little, still casually, mostly just enjoying the contact between them.]
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