Accept it. (consensual true path)

Still conflicted, but not enough to overcome how cute Jane's worried expression looks, you offer little resistance as Jane guides you into the back seat of the jeep.

Your friend doesn't totally seem to know what she's doing, but she pushes ahead anyway. She kisses you a few more times, much more lightly and fleetingly than before. Then her hands go to your athletic shorts.

You lean back on your hands, watching, but unsure how to help or what to do.

Quicker than you expect, Jane pulls down your shorts and boxers, enough that your full erection flops out. The shock of air on your shaft makes you suck in a breath - you feel totally exposed, moreso than you did with Pearl, where you knew what was happening and why.

Her face as red as you've ever seen it, Jane tentatively touches the swollen head of your dick.

You twitch against her finger.

"You don't have to do this," you say, unsure how you feel about this emotionally, but wanting nothing more than for Jane to continue physically.

Jane doesn't answer you, and instead focuses on your erection. She wraps her hand around the head and squeezes.

The pressure is intense. Your heart skips a beat and a moan escapes you. "Jane," you say.

She steals a glance up at you. "S-Shut up and let me do something for you for once," she says. She licks her other hand and joins it beneath the first, squeezing your shaft lower. "Is this good?"

You tense, but nod.

Your reaction encourages her. Jane starts stroking you. She bites her lower lip in concentration, which given the circumstances, makes you throb with pleasure. You've always thought Jane's somewhat angular, elfin face was cute, but right now it's nothing short of sexy.

She's squeezing off and on more powerfully than you would have told her to yourself, but the extra lubrication from the spit makes that feel like a feature rather than a mistake.

After getting a lay of the land, Jane segues into properly jerking you off.

Sitting side by side with Jane, your hips touching, you try and fail to wrap your mind around how good her hands feel on your dick. You're getting a handjob from your longtime friend and crush, and while it was awkward at first, it doesn't feel that way anymore.

Despite your reservations, you're enjoying yourself. You thrust your hips against Jane's grip.

Jane's own embarrassment fades as well. She has 100% of her attention on you, on what she's doing, and your reactions. Every time she does something that makes you grunt in pleasure, she does it again. Every time you have to hold your breath to prevent yourself from being overwhelmed, Jane lightens her grip to grant you a reprieve.

It's no surprise that after five or ten minutes of this treatment (you're not looking at the clock, you can't take your eyes off Jane's sexy hands) you cum and make a big mess.

You're left breathing hard, like you actually continued your run with Jane instead of going car shopping. "That was..."

"Messy," Jane finishes, dismayed at the spunk covering her hands, your shorts, and the back seat of her new jeep.

Way to kill the mood. You laugh. "Not what I was going to say."

"Oh. My bad," she says. She hops out of the jeep and wipes her hands on the tree, then the grass. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking about what would happen when you..."

"I don't mind," you say.

Her cleanup strategy isn't a bad idea. You join Jane, wiping yourself off as best you can on whatever unfortunate plant life is within easy reach. "Let's stop someplace and clean up," you say.

"Right," she says.

You don't say much on the drive to the closest gas station. After a few minutes in the bathroom, you still don't talk much after you claim a couple of sodas for the two of you. Jane accepts the offer with mute thanks.

"Want me to drop you off at your place?" asks Jane, when she gets behind the wheel and you buckle in beside her.

"What about what just happened?" you ask.

"W-What about it?" asks Jane, trying to play it cool and failing.

You're not sure what to say, actually. It was so sudden. But it was hot, too.

"Well... it was nice," you explain, lamely.

Jane fidgets. "Glad you... um... liked it."

"Did you like it?" you ask.

Jane blushes and doesn't answer. "So your place, right?"

She dodged the question. Maybe she did like it? Or maybe she'd rather forget it ever happened?