You kiss Jason

Your chest rises and falls, the weight unfamiliar to you, while the beating in your heart thrumbs in your ears so loud you'd bet Jason must be able to hear it too. You are shaking and you know it's not from the cold because you feel like you are on fire. Trapped between Jason and his car, you know there is nothing you can do to stop what is coming next. You close your eyes and wait for the inevitable.

...But the inevitable never comes.

You don't know how long you waited for Jason to kiss you but when you finally opened your eyes, you could see him still staring at you with the same expression, not having moved at all. He looked like he was still attempting to decide what to do.

"Uh," he swallowed, "Sorry."

You felt him start to pull back and you realized he wasn't going to kiss you after all. You stared back in disbelief at the big lug. "Are you freaking kidding me?" you think to yourself.

"I didn't mean to-" You weren't sure what exactly he was going to take the blame for but you didn't give him a chance to finish the thought.

With your free hand, you placed it just behind his neck and firmly pulled his head down to you. Your fingers move into his hair, pulling him closer, that damned heat building inside you. And then...you kiss him. It is a kiss unlike any other you'd ever experienced before. The way Jason's lips moved against yours was enough to make your toes curl as you free your other hand and roam it over his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles tense under your touch.

The kiss starts slow and tentative, but as soon as Jason responds, it quickly becomes more passionate. His tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter, and you find yourself eagerly granting it. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, deepening the kiss even further.

This is wrong, so wrong.

"What the fuck am I doing?!" You think in horror of what you just initiated, breaking the kiss, and start to pull away.

Freeing Jason's lips from your own, however, only gives them the chance to explore. Your mind races as you break the kiss, feeling guilt, shame, and disbelief wash over you. You want to pull away, but Jason's lips find your neck instead. He moves along your neck as his large hand lifts your chin to give him better access causing you to let out a small gasp of need. You can feel your willpower slipping away as your body craves more of his touch leaving you at mercy to your urges.

"This isn't right. I have to stop." You try to convince yourself but then Jason's lips find yours again. You can feel his leg slide in between your thighs grazing along your crotch and you lose all rational thought.

"Fuck it," you think, completely giving in to the moment. All thoughts of resisting Jason disappear as you let your body take over. You let out a moan as Jason continues to kiss you, his hands roaming over your body in a way that makes your hidden cock ache deep in your panties. You don't care about anything else but the pleasure coursing through your body. Every touch, every kiss, just makes you want more. When you feel the growing hardness of Jason's erection pressing against your thigh, you almost squeal. You kiss him hungrily, not wanting the moment to end. Your hands grip his shirt tightly, pulling him closer to you.

At one point Jason tries to break the kiss but you cling onto him tighter, unwilling to let him go. You move your hand to the back of his head, pressing him down towards you again, and you feel his lips soften and begin to move in sync with yours again. You feel his tongue flick lightly against yours, as you press your arousal against his. You feel his hands wandering down your back, finding the hem of your sweater dress, and sliding underneath to caress your ass.

Jason slowly pulls away from your lips, taking a deep breath as you both open your eyes. His hands still linger on your body, while you stare into him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you try to regain your composure.

For a moment, neither of you speak. Then, Jason leans in and presses his lips softly against yours again. This time, the kiss is slow and sweet, filled with longing and desire before he gently pulls away from the kiss again, his hand still resting on your backside. "We should probably get going," his voice, low and husky.

You nod, still a little dazed from the intensity of the kiss as you untangle yourselves before climbing into the car. You can't believe what just happened. What you just did. The drive back to your sister's house is quiet, with the radio playing softly in the background. You didn't even notice that you had arrived until Jason announced it.