4 comments/ 11721 views/ 2 favorites Carjacked By: ufpe Traffic slowed to a crawl in the afternoon rush, as the unforgiving sun slowly roasted the pedestrians scurrying to their appointed rounds. Air conditioning is good. It was a bitter sweet day for me; I just finished signing papers finalizing my divorce to the biggest mistake I've made in my life. Now free and horny, I began to review my options. With my head swimming with glorious opportunities, the loud tapping at the passenger door window shocked me back to reality. A young waif, barely legal in age and incredibly unkempt was banging away in desperation with a lipstick tube. I slid the window down a few inches. "You wanna have some fun?" She gasped her request in a winded voice. "Uh. . .No," I mumbled flatly, pissed at the sudden intrusion and the car horns blaring as the traffic began to creep forward. "Please let me in, Mister," she pleaded. There was something in her voice – perhaps the desperation, or perhaps the innocence that compelled me to flip up the lock as I eased the car forward slowly. "Thanks," she offered and smiled weakly. "Ten dollars for a blow and fifty for a fuck. . ." She put her tiny hand on my thigh and rubbed gently as she made her way toward my crotch. "I haven't eaten since yesterday and don't have anywhere to sleep. . ." Maybe it was the heat, or the abrupt intrusion but I blurted "Save it for your Johns honey, I have enough on my mind without listening to your BS." I dug into my pocket where I had crammed the change from my morning coffee, and hastily tossed it onto her lap. "Just take this and get out the next time we stop, OK?" She sat silently for a minute as her hand slipped off my thigh on to her face and she began to sob. "I can't do that," she murmured brokenly between sobs. Surprisingly the traffic began to move more briskly, and I breezed through the last three stoplights before the freeway entrance. Pulling over to the shoulder, I looked at the fragile trembling form next to me. She had a frail delicate body from what I could see beneath the tattered oversized sweats that rumpled around the seams and ran down over the top of her sandals. Her unwashed brown hair was tangled all the way down to the frayed ends gathering around her shoulders. She was a mess and I felt a touch of remorse for my curt response. "Look," I said finally; "I was out of line back there, and apologize." Her sobbing diminished and she dropped her hands only to stare at her lap. "You look like you've been through a pretty rough time; why don't you let me treat you to a burger or something . . .?" A slight smile briefly crossed her face, and we made eye contact for the first time. She had a lovely face with large soulful brown eyes, an upturned 'pixie' nose and rich full lips. There was definitely some exotic blood in her lineage. "I can't accept charity," she mumbled as she studied my face intently. Her voice was almost angelic and her mannerisms oozed childlike innocence. She leaned toward me, spilling the money onto the console. Her tiny hands were quite deft as the slid towards my crotch and yanked down the zipper. Within a micro second my flaccid cock was in the open air, and her hands were gently kneading life into it. Before I could protest her mouth had engulfed my cock completely, and as her tongue rapidly danced around the glans, her hand gently explored my gonads. I quickly rose to my full "operational configuration" as she continued to administer the most stimulating oral massage I had experienced to date. Withdrawing my throbbing organ, she studied its uniqueness almost reverently, commenting on how beautiful it was before engulfing it entirely with a hungry slurp. With renewed vigor, she set about extracting my essence as I slid into the seat and thrust my hips with orgasmic anticipation. All too soon, I erupted into her throat, watching her cheeks draw in from the tremendous suction she was giving. I collapsed, both exhausted and drained. She nuzzled my cock lovingly as she licked away the last remnants of my essence from the rapidly deflating organ. "I won't need a shake," she murmured in a sultry voice as I stroked her hair. "You're going to get one anyway," I returned as she giggled coyly. We drove to Carl's and ordered four burgers, fries, and two shakes, then parked under a grove of trees by the freeway to eat. She sucked down three burgers as fast as they were unwrapped. I learned her name was Anna, her Mother had "issues' of which she was a major contributor, and she had just turned eighteen two weeks earlier. When we got to my apartment for her to take a much needed shower, she turned almost white when she learned I live less than a mile from her estranged home. With a long luxury shower she turned into a beautiful olive skinned angel that only a fool would turn out to the ravages of the streets. Rather, we struck up a co-habitability deal, where she would continue her education while keeping me warm at night. Not a difficult task for a girl as hot as she turned out to be! CarJacking As I have stated in previous stories I love to masturbate and doing it in public in front of a total stranger is the ultimate for me. I have done it in my car, at the beach, basically anywhere I can get away with it. This story is about an experience in my car. I had just gotten off work from the hotel I was working in at the time, watching the bartender's and waitress's coming into the kitchen in their skimpy and tight outfit's always made me horny and today was no exception. It was raining hard that day so traffic was moving at a crawl otherwise I might have missed the soaking wet beauty that was standing on the side of the road with her thumb out. I pulled over and when she got in she thanked me for stopping saying that she thought she would never get a ride. I asked her where she was going and as we got back on the road and she said, "I'm going to a friend's house to pick something up." I asked her what was so important that she had to hitch a ride in the rain and she eventually revealed she was picking up some weed. She asked if I smoked and I said occasionally so she offered to get me high in return for the ride. I said that it wasn't necessary but as horny as I already was before picking her up, I was even more so now that I saw her sitting there in her soaked T-shirt and shorts. It was about 30 minutes or so to her friend's house and I figured I would be able to take this opportunity to get off in front of another stranger. We made small talk for a while talking about our jobs, recreation etc. Then it occurred to me that she never mentioned how she was getting home after picking the weed up so I asked if she needed a ride home too. She said "You don't have to go out of you way like that," little did she know what I was cooking up as I said "oh it's no trouble at all, I don't have anywhere to be the rest of the day and I would hate to think of you standing in this rain all over again waiting for a ride. She thanked me and as we talked some more my hand inched its way towards my cock where I let it rest casually rubbing it when she wasn't looking. We got to her friend's house and I waited in the car while she ran in and minute's later she returned smiling even though she was yet again completely soaked from the still pouring rain. We headed on down the road and she asked if I knew anywhere we could park that was safe for us to get high, I suggested a spot by the river under a bridge and she agreed that would be a good spot too. We parked and continued to talk as she rolled the joint, lit it and passed it over, after a while the weed started kicking in and one thing pot does to me is it makes me very horny and since I was already horny before it was an overwhelming feeling at this point so I was no longer discreetly rubbing my cock through my pants. I decided now was the time to make my move. " Can I ask you to do me a favor?" I asked, she looked at me and said, "sure what is it?" I said, "would you mind if I masturbated in front of you? I wont try to touch you or anything and if you say no I wont do it but pot makes me very horny and I would love to get off in front of you if you don't mind." She looked at me in shock but eventually she smiled and said " well it is your car so I guess you can do whatever you want," I said " but I would only do it if you say it's OK" as I openly rubbed my now rock hard cock through my pant's. "I don't mind, it's OK with me" she said grinning in disbelief. I immediately opened my pants and pulled them to my ankle's turning towards her with my leg's open as I wrapped my hand around my cock and proceeded to stroke it. I looked her in the eyes and asked if she had ever watched a guy jack-off before and she said " only once, an old boyfriend of mine did it for me" as she pushed her blonde hair behind her ear's watching my hand pump my cock. My eyes moved to her breast's where I saw that her nipples were very hard, I wasn't sure if it was due to the show she was getting or from being soaked from the rain. "Do you enjoy watching a guy stroke his cock?" I said cupping my balls with my other hand. "Yes I do, I find it very erotic" she said looking up from my cock to lock eyes with me a moment. "Are you enjoying watching me right now?" I asked as I scooped the drop of precum from my cock and licked it from my finger. She gasped a little when she saw me do that and finally said, " yes I am enjoying watching you very much right now." I asked if she would like to masturbate with me and she said "I don't know about that but I would like to help you if that's OK," well I immediately lifted the armrest between us and said "be my guest." She slid over and started by just rubbing my thigh's as I kept pumping away rubbing my balls as I stroked, my eyes watching her hand's as they got closer and closer to my ball's. I pulled my hand away from my ball's and she replaced it with hers, well that sent waves of pleasure through my cock and I almost shot my load right there but I stopped stroking and just held my shaft as she continued rubbing my balls watching the precum ooze from the tip. I was about to scoop it up again when she beat me to it, I watched her gather it up on her fingertip, making it stretch into a fine strand as she raised it to my lip's where I licked it off gladly. She resumed playing with my ball's as I pumped my cock our eyes periodically locked while we played when I decided to push the envelope a little, she was leaning over my lap slightly so I reached around her waist with my right hand and let it rest on her hip. She looked up and smiled when I asked, " is it OK if I touch you as well"? she said "yes but let me make it easier for you" as she slid her short's down leaving her panties on. There I was sitting in my car with a total stranger as I pumped my cock for her, I was in total heaven and I meant to enjoy it for as long as possible so I slowed my stroking and decided to help her catch up to my level of stimulation. I slid my hand down her back over her nice round ass, feeling the soaked crotch of her panties I slid a finger inside and found her hot shaved slit open readily for my finger. She gasped as I fingered her in a slow tease, wanting to see how excited I could get her and see how far she would go. She was now just gently squeezing my balls as I played with her pussy wiggling her hips as I added another finger to her slit. After my finger's were nice and slick with her juices I pulled them out sliding them over her clit then slowly moved them towards her asshole and when they grazed over it she moaned very loudly and looked me in the eye with a very pleased look on her face. I asked if she liked having her asshole played with and she just breathed in as she shook her head yes. "I like having mine played with to" I said as I raised up allowing easier access to my ass for her. A wide grin spread across her face as her finger's trailed from my balls to my asshole where she slowly slid her middle finger in all the way. "Oh my god that's awesome!!!!!" I said as she felt the same happen to her as my slick fingers worked into her ass. We played for about an hour before I was ready to shoot my load and I knew it was going to be a huge one, she had already cum twice and I just couldn't take anymore. I warned her that I was about to cum and that it would be alot so if she didn't want any on her she should back away a little. She just smiled and as she curled the finger's in my ass towards my prostate and said "cum for me," well that's all I needed to hear and I started pumping my cock like a madman as shot after shot of cum flew all over the both of us some even making it on her cheek which I readily licked off as we both stroked my cum slick cock together finally slipping our fingers from each others assholes. We were facing each other from across the seat again but we both kept playing with ourselves I said " I can cum again if you don't mind" and she responded "again,I dont believe it" looking in disbelief. I said, "yes I can cum quite alot" pointing out the cum dripping from her breasts onto her belly. She didn't say a word but just kept rubbing her clit as I pumped my cock using my cum for lube this time stroking it hard and fast before it dried and got to sticky. She watch my hand intently as I fisted my cock and soon I was cumming again this time all over my belly. After I came down from my orgasm I leaned over her and licked all my cum off her as she brought herself to another orgasm as well. Once we both recovered she said that was the wildest thing she had ever done and she couldn't believe she actually went as far as she did but she didn't regret doing it. We were soon on our way back to where I picked her up and as we drove I thanked her for letting me masturbate for her and that if she would like to get together again it was up to her. I gave her my number but said I wouldn't ask for hers so that if we got together again it was on her terms. She thanked me as well and we went our separate ways, she never did call but I really didn't expect her to. All in all just another perfect adventure of the Publicmasturbater. The End Carjacking: A Love Story Every Friday night I have a ritual. I always go gas up my car and I get next week’s groceries. I do it every week without thinking, which is probably why those two surprised me. I was putting my groceries in the back seat when two women walked by, looking like they were going to the store. Suddenly the younger of the two ran up and gave me a hug and said “Hey sweetie! I missed you!” “Uhhh, I think you got the wrong guy,” I said. I paused a second before I said it, she was pretty cute. The other one put her hand on my shoulder and I felt the hard barrel of a gun in my back. “No, we got the right guy. Now open the door slowly and get in like you’re giving us a ride. Got it? “Why don’t I just give you my keys? You can have the car.” Her voice grew tense, like she wanted to yell at me, but knew that might attract attention. “I said get in the front seat and act like you’re giving us a ride.” I obeyed. She moved my bags over and got in the back seat while her partner got in the front passenger’s seat and put her own grocery bags in the back with my own. I always wondered what I’d do if I got carjacked. Would I fight, freak out, or just cooperate? Well, now I knew, I just quietly cooperated. “Where to?” I asked. “Turn right and get on the north ramp to the interstate,” she said. “Don’t worry abut where we’re going. I’ll tell you when to get off.” “Alright.” “This car got enough gas? “I just fueled up across the street.” “Good boy. Let’s go.” I did what I was told and we went north. I’m not sure just how long we drove, but it was far enough for the five lanes going north to dwindle to two. The various office parks and shopping centers along each side began dwindling to. The street lights ended and the intervals between exits grew longer. Eventually there was nothing but a grassy median on my left and rows of pine trees and wire fences on my right. The one in the back then pointed to our exit. I turned onto it, then drove maybe thirty more minutes down a road that turned and twisted more than I could remember and was dark enough for me to use my high beams. She finally ordered me to turn into this driveway that winded to the back of this one story ranch style house. I checked my watch, we’d driven for two hours. The one in the back got out first and kept the gun on me as we went inside. The other one brought in their bags, and once the lights were turned on I was able to get a real look at these two. The younger said “What‘s your name?” “Paul“ I answered. “Well, Paul, I’m Amy and this is Gail. Just relax, nothing’s going to happen.” Gail had bright blond hair with dark brown roots around her crown. She had a lean face, high cheekbones, and a squared chin. At one time she was probably very nice looking but the years hadn’t been kind to her. Or perhaps she hadn’t been kind to herself. Now her skin was dry with pronounced crows feet and the skin around her neck and face were starting to sag. Even through her loose flannel shirt I could tell her breasts were dragging down and her waist and thighs were pressing hard against her jeans. Whenever she spoke there was a harsh tension in her voice. She’d had a rough life, and was used to treating people roughly. Amy was Gail’s complete opposite. She was in her twenties, but she had the perky demeanor of a teenager. Her pink tank top and denim shorts were probably supposed to be tight fitting, but with her ballet dancer physique they still fit loosely. Her slender build was in sharp contrast to her broad, square face and thick brown mop of curly hair. Her demeanor made me believe she was just going along with Gail and that I might be able to persuade her to let me go. Gail then ordered me down the hall to one of the bedrooms. The one she put me in only had a bare mattress and a lamp sitting on the floor. She turned to Amy and said “Get the stuff out of the bag.” Amy then left the room. Gail then raised her gun until it was level with my face, smiled, and said “Okay, strip.” I paused for a moment, wondering about that smirk on her face. “If you’re going to shoot me I’d like to keep my clothes on.” Gail’s eyes narrowed into two blue slits as she moved closer until almost all I could see was the revolver’s barrel. “I’m not going to shoot you after you strip dumb ass, I just don’t want you running out on us. Now if you don’t strip I‘ll just shoot you in the knees to keep you from running.” As I began to take off my clothes she backed up and lowered her gun. Amy returned with a hand full of white rope and was startled when she saw what Gail was doing with me. “Oh my God” she said, giggling. Gail then gave the gun to Amy as she came over and tied my wrists behind my back, then did the same to my ankles. She then pushed me onto the mattress, bent over and said, “Just stay quiet and this will all be over in awhile. Don’t think that because I’m a woman I’m going to put up with any bullshit.” She then turned off the lamp and they both left me in the dark. I’m not sure how long I lay in there, maybe an hour or two. During that time I heard them talk, they played the music really loud, then played the television really loud. I’m pretty sure I heard the front door slam at one point. Then the television was turned off. I thought I was alone in the house. I then heard Amy singing one of the songs they’d played earlier. The singing grew louder as she ambled down the hall into my room. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and was holding a beer in one hand and a big joint in the other. She sat both down next to the lamp and turned it on to get a better look at me, then she lay down beside me like we were best buddies. “I wasn’t laughing earlier” she said. Then she thought for a moment for the right words. “I mean, I was laughing but not at you. I was just surprised Gail made you strip. Don’t worry, I wasn’t laughing at your dick, your dick’s fine.” “Glad to know that.” She then draped her arm over me and stared into my eyes in a sort of drunk fascination. She began stroking my shoulder and I tried to ignore the sensation. “Look, I know you’re a nice person and you’ll probably just going along with whatever she’s doing. But couldn’t you show me how nice you are and let me go?” She smiled and shook her head. “It won’t be so bad. Gail’s not gong to hurt you. She just doesn’t want you calling the cops until she’s got her thing worked out with her friends. Then we’re gone and everything will be great.” “I‘d feel better if Gail hadn‘t brought me here at gunpoint” I answered. “She’ll be fine. Don’t worry. This isn’t that bad is it? I mean, I know it’s a little scary but it’s also nice right?” She began running her hand over my chest and her warm, soft touch began distracting me again. “This is nice, right?” Her voice had a soft, pleading tone. I couldn’t figure out if she was seducing me or asking for my forgiveness. I tried to will my body to ignore her but she was overwhelming my senses. The sound of her voice, her warm hands running down my chest to my cock, and her sweet smile were all breaking down my resistance. When she did touch my cock, which was now erect, purple, and ready to be used. She looked down, then looked up at my face and smiled mischievously, “So you do think this is nice.” I answered her with a kiss, I wasn’t sure why I did it at the time but I did it. I told myself it was just a physical reaction, just horniness. Then she kissed me back and I stopped thinking and rationalizing and just reacted. “Untie me please. I won’t run I promise.” Her smile widened and she shook her head. “I just want to be with you, please!” “Nope” she smirked. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while. You won’t-” “Shhhhh” she said. Then Amy kissed me lightly on the lips and began moving down my body. First running her tongue down my neck in a gentle flickering movement that sent shudders through me. Then she moved to my chest where she sucked my nipples. Finally, after an eternity of her caressing me into a frenzy she began on my penis. Whenever I had a girlfriend go down on me they acted like it was something they had to get through. They’d suck, bob their head up and down, then jerk on my penis and keep going until I came or they strained their wrists. I figured that was all there was to blowjobs and I never could figure out what the big deal was. The way Amy did it was like art, incredibly addictive art. She started by gently licking my shaft. Even though she was high she had an incredible finesse. Her tongue barely touched me, and I only felt a very slight tickling sensation at the beginning. When she did take me fully into her mouth she did it very slowly and gently so I’d savor every moment of her soft warmth she provided. This constant, slow, light massage with her tongue and lips continued for what seemed an unbearably long period of time. I never thought such a light, subtle touch could make my heart race like it did. It wasn’t long before I felt a warm sensation building inside me. I began as a faint tingling, then grew larger as Amy continued pleasuring me. As the sensation grew, my heart pounded faster. As my heart rate accelerated so did my breathing, which grew into a moaning. Soon I was writhing on the bed struggling to free myself so I could grab Amy, rip off her cloths and vigorously fuck her. But Gail had done her job well and all I could do was endure Amy’s gentle and relentless torture. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Don’t stop!! Don’t stop! Ooohhhhh!!” It was like I was possessed by the ghost of a bad porn actor while I was delirious with the pleasure building and building inside me slowly. I never thought pleasure could be agonizing, but laying there helpless waiting for the end was almost too much. When it finally happened I let out something that was a cross between a scream and a howl as my cum spewed out of me. When it was over, I was trembling and flushed as my body started returning to normal. I was sweating slightly, and my body felt light, airy, and drowsy from the intoxicating mixture of adrenaline, hormones, and endorphins flooding my body. Amy sat up, picked up her bottle and rinsed out her mouth with the remaining beer. After spitting the contents back in she put the remains of her joint in the bottle and stood up and smiled down at me, searching my face for approval. “Thank you,” I moaned. Her smile grew into a delighted grin. “You’re welcome” she beamed. She then kissed me on the cheek and turned out the lights, leaving me to drift to sleep in a state of trembling bliss. I don’t know what time I woke up, but Amy was sitting beside me stroking my back as I laid on my stomach. She was wearing a pair of baggy green cargo pants and a red bikini top with her hair tied back with a rubber band. “Wake up sleepyhead. Gail had to go out again to finalize a few things then we can let you go.” “Great, what time is it?” “About ten.” “Any chance I could use the john before that?” She nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, you probably could. Matter of fact, you could probably use a shower and rinse my spit off you. Just remember, I’ve got the gun and Gail told me to use it if you tried anything. Okay?” “Got it.” I rolled over, sat up, and let her untie my ankles and wrists. She then took me to the john and left me alone for a few minutes. She left the door halfway open just in case I tried anything like lock the door and jump out the window naked. By the time she came back in I was in the shower. She pulled back the shower curtain and said “Sorry, she told me to keep an eye on you all the time.” “Okay” I said as I began to lather up. “Did Gail tell you to do what you did last night?” Amy rolled her eyes and giggled. “No. I got a little high last night, as you know. I just felt a little bad. I was just going to. . . you know, keep you company. I wanted you to know that we wouldn’t hurt you. I just figured you might be a little scared. Then. . . I don’t know. Why did you say ‘thank you’?” As I rinsed off I thought about the question. I’d never had anything like that happen to me before and I had no clue how to deal with it. On one hand, technically she had raped me. Yet I had kissed her and I had wanted to fuck her. Did I trust the girl or was I was I letting my hormones do my thinking? I just shrugged and said “I don’t know either.” As I turned off the shower she handed me a towel and said “Maybe we were both a little lonely.” “You mean you and Gail aren’t. . .?” “Together? Well, sort of. I met her when she and her boyfriend had placed an ad in the personals for a three-way. I hadn’t been dating for a while, I had a whole bunch of loser boyfriends, and I figured what the hell it might be fun. You know, no strings. Anyway, me and Gail hit it off and Terry let me crash with them after me and my roommate had a fight.” “Where’s Terry now?” Amy grimaced. “Well, they had a fight and she stole his shit.” “His shit?” “He was a little shady and she stole his stash. Understand?” I didn’t realize how much trouble I was in until that point. “Where’s Terry?” “Gail didn’t say, she just picked me up from work, had some of my stuff in a bag and Terry’s shit in another. She said to not ask and I didn’t.” “That’s when you picked me up?” Amy nodded. “You like her a lot?” Amy’s smile grew wider and she nodded again. “She’s way cooler than any guy I’ve been with. She said she cares about me.” There was a soft lilt in her voice when she said that. It made her seem really sweet, not much of a thinker but still really sweet. I found it harder and harder to be scared of her seeing her smile and blush at her own happiness. I could’ve taken the gun right then, found my clothes, and escaped, but I didn’t. Instead I stepped out of the shower and finished drying myself. Then I knelt down before her and began kissing her stomach. “What are you doing?” she asked with a mischievous tone in her voice. “Returning the favor” I said as I began running my tongue inside her navel. She still had the gun in her hand but she didn’t raise it. She didn’t make any sound at all even as I began unbuttoning her pants and letting them fall to the floor. She had on string bikini bottoms that matched her top. I quickly undid them and threw them to the corner of the bathroom as I examined her. Her pussy was clean shaven which accentuated the smooth elegance of her body. She had almost no hips, her top lay almost flat on her chest, yet she was still one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen and I told her so. I kicked her pants out of the way and began running the tip of my tongue along the inside of her right thigh, which made her inhale sharply. I then did her left thigh, that time she giggled and began running her fingers through my hair. I alternately licked and caressed the sensitive areas of each thigh like this for a few minutes before finally moving to her clit after I sensed she was suitably aroused. Using my tongue I worked my way from the lips to the clit gently feeling around the hood until I tasted it on my tongue when I pulled back the hood and began massaging it with the same slow, gently motion Amy gave me the night before. She was breathing heavily at this point when she interrupted me. “Wait a second” she said. I stood up while Amy took off her top and put the revolver on the top of the toilet. She then wrapped her arms around me and began kissing my neck, working her way up to my ear where she whispered “Hurry.” I then gathered her up and took her to another bedroom and gently lay her out on the bed. For a moment I just marveled at her as she grinned up at me. The sun coming through the window highlighted the slender elegance of her body and the gentle features of her face. I laid beside her and studied her face. I stared at her dark brown eyes, her curly, honey colored hair, and the freckles on her cheekbones and chest. I then kissed her and pulled her in closer wanting to feel every inch of her against me. As she ran her fingernails over my chest she asked “You going to finish what you started?” I did. I knelt down at the foot of the bed while she positioned herself with her legs on either side of me. It was easier finding her clit this time and I quickly got back to massaging it once I had its now familiar taste on my tongue. I held back my urge to work her quickly. Instead I ran my tongue slowly and gently so she could have the same great time I had last night. It wasn’t quite as easy as it sounds because sticking your tongue out that long can be a little tiring, but as her enjoyment grew from barely audible sighs to louder moans I knew it was worth the effort. Gradually her legs became more relaxed and she draped them over my shoulders and back, pulling me in closer. While I concentrated on her pussy I could feel her hips gyrate and the mattress shift as she began to writhe around the bed reacting to the increasing pleasure I was building within her. “Oh shit,” she said softly. “I’m going to come,” and I felt her left hand search the bed until she found my right hand and our fingers interlocked as I continued circling around her nub. Occasionally I’d suck on it gently which made her squeal. Finally she began panting, her body tensed and doubled up and in one prolonged cry of pleasure it was done. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed while catching her breath. I needed a moment too as I massaged the corners of my lower jaw which as sore after the long workout. Still, looking at her stretched out on the bed with a look of contentment on her face made me realize it was worth a little stiffness. I ran my hand over her velvet soft skin taking pride in the pleasure I had returned to her. After resting for a moment Amy looked up at me and grinned. “Thank you” she said softly. “You’re welcome” I replied. Then I lay down next to her and just stared into her contented, drowsy face. I wanted to just push reality to the back of my mind and be with Amy like this for the rest of the day, but common sense took over and I had to think about Gail. Why in the hell would she steal something no one in their right mind would report stolen, ditch her car, and carjack and kidnap someone to come all the way out here to hide? It didn’t make sense. I got a cold, nauseas feeling when I realized why. She wanted to eliminate any way for the cops to trace her while she made her escape because she’d committed a much more serious crime. Something so serious that a kidnapping charge would be light. She must have killed Terry. While Amy dozed I got up and went back to the bathroom to wash off my mouth. The revolver Amy held on me was still on the toilet. This made things a lot easier. I took the gun with me to the living room, found my clothes, and quickly dressed myself. My first instinct was to get the hell out and leave Amy to deal with Gail. Granted, she probably didn’t know about what Gail did, or what Gail had planned for the two of us, but that wasn’t my problem was it? I kept telling myself it didn’t matter that the idiot came in to my room last night to comfort her kidnap victim. It didn’t matter that she trusted me enough to leave the gun. The girl was obviously a moron to trust Gail and would soon have to deal with the consequences. Then it occurred to me that she trusted me too. I thought about what she said about all her previous boyfriends, and then about how Gail treated her, and then I thought about what Gail was probably planning for the remaining witness. Each time she reaches out to someone they end up screwing her and leaving her. In this case Gail may do worse. And if she hadn’t trusted me I wouldn’t be here right now. I had a decision to make, and since I had the gun I had a little flexibility. I went back to her room and sat down on the bed. Looking at her body and how the sun shimmered on her skin I tried to thing of what to say to her. I stared at the loaded gun in my hand, then back at Amy. I then put it down in front of her and sat down on the floor. Carjacking: A Love Story “Sweetie?” I said. It took a moment but she opened her eyes. She was startled to realize she had fallen asleep and even more startled to see me dressed. She saw the gun in front of her but didn’t try to grab it. She just stared at me wide-eyed and frozen. “I have a question” I said. She relaxed slightly as I spoke. “Okay.” “What did Gail tell you to do with me while she was gone making her deal?” “To keep the gun on you at all times,” she answered. “What about letting me shower or use the bathroom?” Amy shook her head. “Why did you do it? Let me go I mean.” “I knew I could trust you. You weren’t like the other guy’s I’ve known.” “How can you know that?” She shrugged. “I guess it was because you were scared. Most guys would try to do something like threaten us or try to take the gun away. I don’t mean that you’re some kind of wimp or anything, it’s just that you’re sort of gentle. I don’t think you’d hurt us.” “But certainly you knew what she was doing was serious, right?” “Well, yeah. But I know she had no choice, Terry might have killed her. Besides, she said you wouldn’t tell the cops you got taken by a bunch of girls, they’d never believe you.” I told her my theory about why Gail went through all this trouble. Amy told me I was wrong. Then I told her my plan on how to handle her and asked her to go along with me. She agreed, but added she was only doing it to prove me wrong. About half an hour later Gail came back and saw us sitting in the living room. I was sitting on the couch in front of the window while Amy sat across the room in the easy chair with the gun on me. For a second she just stared at me with her mouth half open as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then she looked over at Amy and she shut her mouth and her lips tightened as if she was trying to fight the urge to scream at Amy for defying her orders. Her nostrils flared though as her anger built up inside her. “What the fuck is that?” she said softly. “He was cramping up so I untied him.” Gail‘s murmured “I told you to keep him tied up.” “He promised he wouldn’t try anything and he hasn’t” Amy replied. “I told you to keep him tied up” Gail repeated. Her voice was getting louder. Amy tried to answer her but Gail put her hand up and Amy shut her mouth. She looked down at the carpet for a moment to gather her thoughts. Then she looked up at Amy and smiled. “Yeah, baby. You’re right. Can I have the gun back?” “Sure” she said softly. When Gail took the gun she looked at me, then at Amy, then at me again like she was trying to make a decision, or maybe just to judge the distance between her, Amy, and me. She was judging the distances. She shook her head and chuckled. “You really are a dumb little bitch aren’t you?” In half a second she aimed the gun at Amy, who was closer, and pulled the trigger. There wasn’t a bang, only a click. Then she pulled the trigger two more times and got two more clicks. Her mouth dropped and her face went pale. She should’ve check to see if Amy was smart enough to not lose the bullets. Amy jerked back after the first click. Her lower lip quivered and she quickly put her hands over her mouth trying to cover up her shock and horror over what Gail had done. I didn’t stop to thing about how bad this was for her. I just got up, walked over to Gail who started to back up with this surprised look on her face. She tried to use the revolver to hit me but it was easy to block her and take the gun. Without the gun, or Amy’s support, she wasn’t much. “Keys please” I said. Gail just stood there silent. I stepped closer to her and she tossed them over to me and ran down the hall to one of the rooms. “If you’re looking for the box of ammo you had I tossed the bullets out in the back yard!” I yelled out to her. Amy went and fetched her duffle bag out of the bedroom. Then she followed me to the car and we drove off together. We heard about Gail a few days later when we heard on the news about someone finding her in a ditch near a pig farm without Terry’s stash or the money but with a pretty big bullet hole in her forehead. It took a little while to find the highway and by the time we did Amy couldn’t hold it in anymore. The initial shock of having Gail betray her had worn off, and the grief and shame of being conned was setting in. At first she just put her arms around herself like she was trying to keep warm. The next minute or two when I looked over, her face had gone red, tears were running down her face, and her mouth was contorted in a painful sort of grimace as she tried to hold it all in. Instead of getting on the highway I drove over the bridge and found a place to park on the side of the road. I pulled up the arm rest, took her in my arms, and let her pour her grief out. A few hours later we started the ride home. We stopped at a restaurant halfway back and tried to figure out what to do next. In the middle of eating she said “Are you going to call the cops?” “No” I said. “How would I begin? She shrugged and nodded in agreement. “Do you have a place to crash? I asked. She shook her head. “Would you like to stay with me?” When I asked that she eyes began to get swollen and teary and I thought she was going to break down again. But she just nodded and stared at her food. “You do understand I’m not going to ask you to do anything, or expect anything like what we did earlier. I just want you to be okay.” “I can pay my way fine,” she responded. “I don’t need your charity. I‘m not some dumb kid who can‘t take care of herself.” “I’m not offering charity” I countered. “And you’re not dumb. You saved my life when you trusted me, and don’t you forget it.” “Well something’s wrong with me! I mean, look at me! I can’t find anyone who won’t just get in my pants then throw me away. What do you call that?” “I think you want what the rest of us want. It’s just hard finding the person who return what you give, that’s all.” She nodded again and we finished our dinner. When we were back in the car she said “By the way, not all of the guys who got in my pants threw me away later.” She then leaned over and kissed me. “Thank you for not leaving me.” “Sure,” I said. “But remember, you saved me first.” Then I kissed her back and we drove home. I kept trying to tell myself she was an immature drifter with no goals and she’d soon attach herself to someone else once she realized how boring I was. What we had that weekend was a bizarre, once in a lifetime event that couldn’t possibly evolve into anything serious. It’s now three years since I brought her home. During that time she’s convinced me to get that better job and finally use some of my vacation time. I convinced her to stop smoking pot and enroll in college. I figure when our daughter’s old enough and asks how we met I’ll tell her we met at the grocery store.