No Moral to the Story... Yet

Jack sits across the table from me at dinner, visibly annoyed.

I know he won't actually get mad, per se' but he is annoyed with me.

I have been driving my point home pretty hard about the soul-sucking parasite girl.

At first he was amused, but then I went too far.

He waves his hand and tells me enough.

"But..." I begin, but stop as his hand goes up again and fire flashes in his eyes.

"Ok, fine, but I don't want to hear about it anymore." I state emphatically and a wry grin comes across his face.

"Well," he begins, the edge in his voice barely contained, "Besides the fact that there is nothing to tell, I don't believe I was the one who brought it up to begin with." And waves his hand for the check.

I try to make small talk but he isn't having it. He pays the check and tells me he will get the car and I wait in front of the restaurant for him.

The night is beautiful with a soft breeze coming in off the lake and I start to feel wistful and a little sorry I have annoyed him.

A few minutes later, I see Jack's car approaching, but instead of stopping for me in front of the restaurant, he pulls into the alley just south of the building.

As I turn into the alley, Jack gets out of the car and walks around the front toward me. I stop and begin walking backwards, away from him and the car. He gets to me and grabs my wrist, pulling me toward him as a protest begins.

Yanking me around the front of the car I'm teetering on stilettos as he pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I can feel his heart beat and think I detect something hard against my hip. My own heart flutters and I swallow hard as he flips me around and folds me over the front of the car.

He leans in against me, grabbing me around the waist and pulls me back as he kicks my feet apart.

I hear his zipper as he reaches between my legs and rips my panties to one side, shoving his hard cock into my pussy. I'm bent over the hood, my head down, my ass in his hands.

His hand in my hair, pulling me back to hiss in my ear...

"Is this what you're afraid I'll do to her?" as he thrusts harder into me.

All I can manage as he assaults me are guttural sounds, whimpers of breath as he fucks me and my pussy grabs him.

"Is it?" he demands, grinding against me as he reaches around and rubs my clit.

"Yes..." An answer that comes out more as a whisper.

Jack stops thrusting and rubs my clit faster with his two fingers, keeping my legs wide apart with his knees. My short skirt is up over my hips, my panties torn off and somewhere in the alley and he has gotten just the right pressure on my clit that he knows I will do anything he wants.

"Say it." He demands.

"Yes."

"Louder!"

His fingers are circling my swollen little clit, my knees are spread on the hood of the car and he begins thrusting slowly into me.

"Yes... oh yessssss" I answer as I feel myself cumming.

He stops short of my orgasm and pulls out.

"Good. Glad we have that settled" he answers as he zips his pants up and gets in the car, leaving me looking at him through the windshield, still in a wild stance on the hood.

He gestures for me to get in.

I hesitate as I plan my revenge.

But only for a moment.