I Hope I'm Not Being Too Forward

Becca dragged a staggering Jameson to her sporty Mitsubishi Eclipse and pushed and prodded him until he was finally inside.

“Sweet Mitsubitchy!” he said, struggling with his seat belt. “But what about my wheels?”

“Oh, don’t worry about your cute little Vespa,” Becca said, delighted that he would soon be heartbroken and stranded. “We’ll pick it up in the morning. Besides, you’re in no condition to hit the road.”

“Where we’re going, we don’t need roads…” Jameson slurred, nodding off.

Becca jostled him. “How can you even think of sleep right now when you’re about to get lucky?”

“As luck would have it…” Jameson nodded off again. Desperate, Becca did the only thing she could think of to make sure he didn’t pass out; she grabbed his package.

Jameson jolted awake. “You just touched my penis&balls!” he exclaimed.

“I hope I’m not being too forward,” Becca said, “but you do want to get lucky tonight, right?”


“Then you’re gonna have to be a little trooper and stay up past your bed time.”

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