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You spend most of the drive home lost in thought. You only snap out of it when Trish slides her hand under your shirt and rubs your belly. All of a sudden the dam bursts and you curl up and just start weeping. It must have been a shock for your girlfriend. She quickly pulls over and starts hugging you. "Oh gosh, Jane, Jane, it's gonna be okay! Jane - please tell me what's wrong, we can do this together." And as she hugs you Trish starts crying too.

It takes some time for you to cry yourself out. You can feel a wet spot on your shoulder from Trish's tears. You sniffle until finally you can breathe again then look up, ready to look Trish in the eye and tell her... Oh my God, she looks like a raccoon! Your unbalanced emotions flip the other way and you find yourself laughing hysterically. She probably thinks you've lost it, but she can't help but start laughing like an idiot right along with you.

Finally you manage to get a firm grip on your emotions, square your shoulders and tell her "I think something is really wrong." You explain everything, poorly at first, then better as your confused girlfriend asks you questions.

When you've got it all out in the open you feel worry and relief fighting inside you. Trish takes a moment before grabbing your shoulders and asking "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because I'm fucking stupid," you whisper.

"No, no. Jane <sigh> I love you, you crazy girl. I swear, if I ever find that conniving bitch I'll kick her in the box till she passes out. Why give her the chance to drive a wedge between us?"

"I was so afraid you'd go after some beautiful girl like Bethany or Zoey and leave me all alone with this" you say, pressing her hand to your belly.

Trish gives you another hug, which certainly helps with the tears that are starting to well up again. "You're not stupid," she says quietly, "but you are silly. Even if I banged every bitch at St. Catherine's and more besides do you really think I'd give up on us?" So now your crying again, but tears of joy. Damn does Trish ever know how to make you happy.

For her next trick she pulls the lever on the seat so you suddenly recline with a surprised "Wagh!" Before you know what she's up to her head is under your skirt and your panties have been pulled aside.

"Wait, someone might see!"

She pauses, then mumbles "You should have thought of that before you got me all worried."

"Nrrgh!" you cry, trying to pull away, but trapped by your seat belt. "Trish, no! I'll be so embarrassed!"

She pulls back for a moment, look up at you over your skirt and grins wolfishly. "You tell me you're worried that I'll abandon you, you get some very public affection!" She licks your clit, making you squirm.

"People will see."

"This is what you wanted, just try not to blush." With that she goes back to eating you out in earnest.

You look around, really taking in just how large and busy this bit of road is. Trish knows very well that you can't help but blush when she makes you cum. You scramble around, trying to see if there's a blanket in the back, but no such luck. You're stuck here, on display, with your lover doing her very best to drive you to orgasm. You try, desperately, to hold back, but there's no stopping it.

You hear the honk of a nearby car horn and realize that yes, there is someone watching you right now. That idea runs down your spine, along your nerves to your tingling sex and pow! Trish has to let go when you buck up in the air. Your shaking limbs give out quickly, depositing your still spasming twat right in front of Trish's eager tongue. It doesn't take long for her to make you cum again, your moans probably audible to passing cars.

Clearly you passed out at some point, because you wake up as the car pulls into Trish's parking spot. You feel disheveled, sweaty, tired, but also hungry in a very sensual way. "Trish, if that's how you're going to act then maybe I need to go out on more dates."

She puts her hand on your belly again and you eagerly grab it and hold it in place. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you more. I worried so much about you and other girls and then when she made me do all those things... yeah, I'm a silly girl."

Trish gives you a long, deep kiss and musses up your hair. "I love this silly girl."

"I feel like I owe you. Like, more than I can ever repay."

"Hmmm, silly and sorry. You are so cute! I don't mind telling you all your crying really gave me a limp noodle."

"I'm sorry."

She laughs. "Don't worry. I'm starting to firm up. Cute girl, lots of apologies, that's turning me on something fierce."

You think carefully before saying "Well I'm still sorry. And if there's anything I can do for you..." You pull her hand from your belly to your breast. "...anything at all..."