He resists...but

"Brandon ... please ..." Taryn groaned, her hands pulling at his pants. "Fuck me!"

He had a few minutes. Then he felt something...

Brandon shook his head, clearing it of the wrong thoughts. In his tongues exploring of her had felt the resistance of her Hymen, he was most definitely not going to take her virginity in a fucking car. She obviously wanted a man for her first time, and a man does not take cherry's in cars. That's high school shit, something Brandon was in fourteen years ago.

With a sudden motion, the door is open and Brandon is sitting up look at the panting teen next to him, "Taryn..."

"Is...is something wrong?" Taryn asked.

"Is this what you want? Here, in my squad car? Because I can't do that. And I don't think you do. Taryn, I'm not a one night stand. And I hope you are not also."

"H-hope? You...you want...you know...you and me? More....than...this?" Taryn asked, her mind a jumble. She would have been happy with just having this man take her cherry...but he seemed to want more, more than just some quicky in the car.

"I have to get the car to the relief. We'll talk tomorrow, okay? When we're both a bit more in control of our emotion and hormones. You are a very beautiful girl. And I would be honored to receive your virginity. This just isn't the time."

Taryn smiled gleefully, "Oh, yes. Please. I've wanted you since I was fifteen, and the past year with you driving me home, and you're kids are awesome. I...I'd be a great step mom I think, and..."

Brandon smiled, holding up a hand. "Whoa...one step at a time, you have college and all that to prepare for." Brandon said forestalling the counting of chickens before the eggs have hatched situation. "And...I mean I'm not sure if I'm ready for a full on one hundred percent relationship like that. What we'll..." He was cut off as the radio sounded off again. With an annoyed snort Brandon picked up the radio, "This is Car Bravo Two, I'll be there in a moment, had to drop a beautiful teen girl off rather than watch her walk in the dark. Copy?"

"That's a copy, Bravo Two, your relief is waiting by your house, over."

"Ten four." Brandon replaced the radio, and looked back at the hopeful teen next to him. "I'll call you tomorrow on your cell phone. Maybe get some lunch? We'll talk about where we're going okay?"

"Okay...uh...can we kiss good night?" Taryn asked, demurely lowering her eyes.

Brandon's smile grew, "You don't have to twist my arm to kiss those beautiful lips."

Taryn giggled a bit, that turned into a moan as Brandon and she kissed sweetly. It was more than a chaste kiss that they'd shared in the past, but not a kiss that could lead to the hormones overwhelming them. It was a kiss though, that held a lot of promise and left the teen tingling. And Brandon would be lying if he said he didn't feel anything with the kiss as well.