The End of the Date?

You step out of the car with your heels hitting the pavement, your mind still buzzing with what you had done tonight.

"Fuck! What CARA made me do!" you correct yourself in your mind.

Luckily, the night was finally over and you survived a date dressed as a woman with Jason out in public. Though you were more than ready to put this horrible night behind you, a frightening longing still throbbed under your false vagina. You've never been so sexually frustrated in your entire life. As you reach the front door to Sara's house with Jason close behind, you attempt to open it to rush in but find the nob won't turn.

*Sara. Before you enter you should thank Jason for being your date.*

"Fuck-erk," you whisper before being corrected with a shock.

"Everything okay?" Jason leans over, his shadow cast over you by the Streetlights.

With your hand still on the nob, you turn slightly toward Jason but try not to look at him. "Yeah, uh ...thanks for tonight," you mumble, trying to get the night over with.

"I...I really enjoyed myself," he says softly.

"...Cool," you try the nob again but it's still not budging.

*Sara. Kiss Jason goodnight.*

You cringe internally hearing CARA's demand through the hidden earpiece, knowing that there is no other way out of this, "Just a little peck, then I go inside," you tell yourself.

You take a deep breath, tilt your chin up, your lips part ever so slightly, and you lean forward to kiss Jason goodnight. Your lips touch for the briefest of moments before you pull away.

"There. Done. Over," you think looking at Jason with half-lidded eyes.

Jason smiles, seemingly content. "Goodnight, Sara."

"Goodnight, Jason," you say, your voice barely audible. As he turns to leave, something inside of you snaps. You reach out and grab his hand, pulling him back towards you. Before you can even think, your lips are on his again, the kiss deepening as you wrap your arms around him.

You can feel his surprise, but it doesn't take long for him to respond. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him. Your mind is screaming at you to stop, to push Jason away, but your body is betraying you, yearning for the release that only Jason's touch can provide.

You break the kiss, breathing heavily, and stare into Jason's eyes. For a moment, neither of you move, both caught in the intensity of the moment. The moment is interrupted when, from behind you, you hear the sound of the door unlocking. You can stop this...if you want to.