Lost on the Way

Its Friday night, the evening of the big graduation party, and you are driving slowly through a suburb of the city on your way to Emma's house, a case of beer tucked securely in the trunk. Darkness has fallen and the neighborhood is quiet. You had forgotten to turn on the GPS, and had left it off on Shannon's insistence that she could remember the way just fine despite only visiting the place during the day.

The problem was, of course, that every chance she got Shannon was face down on your lap, determined to give you road head.

You had feebly tried to stop her at the last two lights, but your sister could be incredible persistent when she wanted to be, and it was hard to argue with her kissing your thighs and rubbing you teasingly through your panties. Maybe you should have worn jeans or something? Too late now, your short skirt had already been pushed aside and you had a feeling your panties weren't going to hold her off for long.

"For fucks sake, Shan!!" You hiss through grit teeth, trying really hard to sound angry. "We're lost, and if you don't stop trying to blow me and pay attention, we're never gonna find this place!!"

Shannon giggles, her hot tongue against your bare thigh making you groan despite yourself. "Come on, K, I've always wanted to try this! Just lay back and keep your eyes on the road..."

You try to think of a response, but its getting harder and harder to focus. You continue to drive, not sure about where you are or where you're going.

You start looking for a secluded, poorly lit area. Shannon was winning and at this point the two of you were so turned on you didn't care anymore if you made it to the party.

Shannon continues to kiss up your thigh, and you find your eyes drifting off the road, causing you to swerve wildly as you turn onto a darkened side road. No street lights, and the couple houses within view looked dark and empty, the perfect place to...

Your train of thought is interrupted as the dim, lonely stretch of road is suddenly bathed in blue and red light.

"OH SHIT,' You whip your head around to see a city police cruiser pull up behind you, and you slap the wheel with your palm. "god-fucking- DAMMIT Shannon!!" You don't have to **** anger this time.

Shannon immediately bolts upright, the blood quickly draining from her face. Her scared, remorseful expression robs you of your anger on the spot. "I..I'm sorry Kristen, I didn't mean for..."

You sigh heavily. "It's ok Shan, we'll be fine. It's not like we were DRINKING any of the beer or anything. Just stay calm and let me do the talking." You reach over and rest your hand on hers to comfort her. She smiles a little as you squeeze her hand.

After what seems like an eternity, but was probably just a couple minutes, a female figure approaches your window and knocks with the butt of a long black flash light. "License and registration please, ma'am." her voice is feminine but firm, and her words come between smacks of gum.

You look up into the bluest eyes you've ever seen, two blue gems set in one hell of a gorgeous face, with strands of blonde hair framing a 'don't you even THINK about giving me any shit' expression. Her city police officer badge twinkles a little in the dim light, offset by her dark blue uniform. Her officer's cap is pulled low over her eyes.

You stare at her for a moment, watching the blue and red lights play off her gorgeous face.

The chewing stops for a second, her ruby red lips pulled down into a scowl "Ma'am. License and registration. Please." The command was repeated but even firmer. It makes you scramble for a moment, digging in your purse.

"Oh, um... sorry officer, I know they are in here... did I do something wrong?" You glance up from your purse for a second, giving her your most radiant smile and tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

The policewoman doesn't seem very impressed."You ran a stop sign a couple streets back, ma'am. And just now you almost swerved off the road. Have you had anything to drink this evening Ms...."

"Locke, Kristen Locke, officer. No officer I haven't, and neither has my sister Shannon." You **** a laugh, then return to digging in your purse, finally tearing yourself away from those piercing blue eyes. Even with your eyes fastened to your purse you can feel her gaze on you. You push past your compact, the wad of cash you'd gotten from the ATM earlier, your lipstick.... having someone look over your shoulder was making this way harder than it needed to be.

The policewoman resumes chewing her gum, her lips softly smacking. Her flashlight flicks around the interior of your car as you continue sifting through the ungodly mess in your purse.

Her light stops on your thigh. Clear as day in the beam of the flashlight are several lip prints in cotton candy pink lipstick. They trail up your thigh and under your short black skirt.

The flashlight snaps up to Shannon's face, specifically centering on her bright pink lips. Her lip stick is clearly smeared.

"You two ladies look a little... flushed." The policewoman's tone is unreadable. You are suddenly aware of how hot and stuffy it is in the car, the rear and side windows have noticeable steam at their corners. You start to feel ill. "You said you two are sisters?"

The light flicks between the two of you.

"Y-yes, ma'am...umm officer!" Shannon manages, her voice a nervous squeak.

Finally you seize your license and registration card from the bottom of your purse and quickly hand them to the officer.

She takes them without looking. "You have any identification on you, miss?" The flashlight hasn't left Shannon's face.

Shannon turns even paler. "I...I'm sorry ma'am...officer..I don't...I left my ID at home since I didn't think I'd need it..."

The smacking stops again, and the officer's eyes narrow.

After a long, chilly moment, the policewoman looks down at your license and registration, her eyes darting back and forth.

"Just a moment, ladies."

The officer heads back to her car, and the two of you watch her in the mirrors. The two of you sit in silence for a long moment. Finally, Shannon turns to you, giving you a scared look. "I am so, SO sorry, K. I don't know what I was thinking! What if she calls mom? What if...?"

You place your palm on her cheek."Its ok, Shan, really." You put on what you hope is a reassuring smile. "She's bound to just let us go, maybe she'll ticket us for running the stop sign." You look deep into your sister's eyes, a reassuring smile returning to your lips. "You know I would never let anything happen to you." Your smile broadens as you decide to inject a little humor into the situation. "Besides, it's not like she caught us fuck...."

The loud snap of a popping bubble interrupts you.

Both you and Shannon start violently, neither of you had noticed the policewoman had returned to the driver's side window.

You turn your head slowly, hoping you didn't look as guilty as you felt.

The policewoman regards you for a long moment, her chewing slow and deliberate as she holds you with her steely blue-eyed gaze. You try to ignore the sudden flushing of your cheeks, and focus on maintaining a friendly and (You hope) innocent smile.

"Your ID', ma'am." She hands you your ID as well as your registration.

Is she letting you go? You dare to hope, you just want to put this whole incident behind you.

"Thank you, officer." You swallow. "Does that mean we can..."

"Can you exit your vehicle for me please, ma'am?" Despite the polite wording, the tone left no doubt this was an order, not a request.

Fuck.