Son Of A Preacher Man by Meerkat60

[JRK Archiver]

Renee aka Meerkat60
Son of a Preacher Man
Rating varies by chapter
GH Characters not mine
Summary: AU story. Elizabeth is 15, and her family just moved to PC. Jason is 17, and his father is the pastor at a local church. Jeff and Angela are Elizabeth’s parents.

Chapter 1 PG-13

Jeff stood in the doorway, his fingers tapping impatiently against the wood frame. “Hurry up, Elizabeth. I told you to be ready fifteen minutes ago.”

“Daddy, I don’t understand why I even have to go,” she whined plaintively.

“You haven’t made any friends since we moved to Port Charles, and school starts in two weeks. The pastor could introduce you to some people your own age. In fact, he has a son that’s a couple of years older than you are.”

Her lips trembled as she got to her feet, tired of trying to delay the inevitable. “Thanks for making me feel like a charity case.”

Sighing in frustration, Jeff tried to pat her shoulder in an effort to make amends, but she eluded him, moving just out of his reach as she headed for the door. He watched her with more than a little concern, wishing he could think of some way to make things better for her. It had been a big adjustment for the entire family, moving clear across the country to the east coast. Port Charles was a far cry from the small town in New Mexico that had been Elizabeth’s home since birth.

Sarah, Elizabeth’s older sister, had found her niche right away, making friends and getting involved in various activities. He and Angela had taken a little longer, but, within a couple of weeks, they were also starting to make a new life for themselves. No such luck with Elizabeth. It was like she was determined to be as miserable as possible.

“Are you coming?” she asked rudely, interrupting his train of thought.

Shaking his head at her attitude, he bit back a scolding remark and followed her out to the car. “Please try and be polite while we’re there. Reverend Morgan is a very nice man, and I think his church may be just what we’re looking for.”

“You mean what you’re looking for.”

Refusing to take the bait, Jeff ignored her, content to let her pout without comment. Trying to engage her only led to screaming matches and temper tantrums; he had learned that the hard way. It only took a few minutes to get to the Morgan farm. The land had been in the family for generations, so the preacher and his wife had chosen to live in the old homestead as opposed to the rectory.

“I know you’re upset, Lizzie,” Jeff acknowledged as he turned into the long drive heading up to the house. “But I expect you to remember your manners and act like a lady.”

Rolling her eyes at his use of the much-hated moniker, Elizabeth grunted her response, not even bothering to glance in his direction. Thinking about the friends she left behind in New Mexico made her feel like crying, and she sniffled quietly, wiping her hand discreetly across her face before her dad could see the shiny wetness on her cheeks.

A figure standing in the yard caught her attention, despite her feigned indifference. His worn khaki shorts had grease spots on them, and they hung low on his hips, accentuating the perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles that his shirtless condition revealed. Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat as her gaze slid higher, taking in the smooth chest and wiry biceps that complemented his broad shoulders.

If his body was a work of art, then his face was simply to die for. Lost in her own little world, Elizabeth couldn’t have stopped staring at him if her life depended on it. His hair was blonde and longish, falling a couple of inches below his ears. The sharp definition of his cheekbones made them look as if they had been chiseled out of marble, and she wondered why he wasn’t gracing some New York City billboard that advertised Calvin Klein underwear or the like.

“Come on, Elizabeth,” Jeff snapped irritably, and she turned toward the sound of his voice, realizing that he was holding the car door open for her.

Exiting the vehicle in a daze, she shook the preacher’s hand when he was introduced to her, mouthing the proper response to his warm greeting even though she had no clue what he said to her. “This is my son, Jason,” he continued, motioning the object of Elizabeth’s fixation toward them with a flick of his wrist. “Son, this is Mr. Webber and his daughter, Elizabeth.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Webber,” he smiled, shaking the older man’s hand politely. “Elizabeth, I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around town before. I ran into your sister, Sarah, the other day.”

The mention of her sister was like a splash of cold water across the face. “Sarah is the social butterfly of the family,” she drawled, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile that didn’t begin to hide the rage burning in her eyes.

Jason quirked an eyebrow, amusement flashing in his glacier blue eyes, and she lost her bearings for a second. Her anger disappeared in light of a new emotion, something she couldn’t identify. Jeff frowned at her, wondering why she was being uncharacteristically silent, but she barely noticed him. Feeling awkward and very young by comparison, Elizabeth bit her bottom lip nervously, unable to stop staring at Jason even though she knew he must think she was strange.

“Let’s go inside and have a cup of coffee,” Reverend Morgan proposed. “We can talk uninterrupted, and I’m sure these two don’t want us old fogies hanging around.”

“Sounds good, Reverend.”

“Oh, we’re not in church now, Jeff. Just call me Joseph.”

“Good enough, Joseph,” Jeff chuckled. “Elizabeth, behave,” he called over his shoulder, walking toward the house with Jason’s father.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to say ‘don’t leave me alone with him,’ but, to her chagrin, nothing emerged but a squeaking sound. Jason grinned at her obvious discomfort. “I don’t bite. Well, not unless you ask me to.”

Stunned at his audacity, she backed up a step, unsure of how to respond. “Let’s go for a ride,” he announced, unceremoniously grabbing her hand and pulling her toward something that looked similar to her uncle’s motorcycle, only smaller.

“What’s that?”

“It’s my dirt bike.” Jason straddled the seat and started the engine, revving it so loudly that it hurt her ears. “Get on,” he shouted.

With more than a bit of apprehension, she lifted her leg over the bike and sat down behind him, her feet automatically locating the foot rests. “Put your arms around me.” Elizabeth could barely hear him, but she finally figured out what he was saying. Her arms wrapped loosely around him, and he gunned the bike, spinning the back wheel in a circle before the traction caught and they headed toward the woods. Caught off guard, her arms tightened around him, and she hid her face against his back, frightened of the way the scenery was whizzing by so fast.

A few minutes later, they came to a stop in front of an old gray barn. Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed as she took in her surroundings. “Where are we?”

“My private hangout. It’s where I come when I want to be alone.”

“Right,” she scoffed. “When would you want to be alone? What are you, the star quarterback, dating the head cheerleader? Mr. Popularity, no doubt. What would you know about wanting to be alone?”

“Actually, I play baseball, not football, and, although I enjoy it, I mostly do it to keep my father off my back. Ditto for the debate team. As for the cheerleader, I’m afraid I’m sadly lacking in that department. Would you like to volunteer for the position?”

Her cheeks blazed at his teasing words, but Elizabeth was intrigued by the idea of him longing for solitude, the way she always did. “Do you really come out here to be alone?” she asked softly, watched intently as the toe of one shoe dug into the loose dirt.

Lifting her chin with his fingers, Jason stepped toward her and bent over, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered “yes” right next to her ear. Shivering at his proximity, Elizabeth tried to move away, but her muscles felt paralyzed. “Let’s play pool,” Jason suggested, taking her hand and pulling her toward the barn. The entrance was too tall for her to reach, so Jason picked her up and sat her on the floor, waiting until she stood up to climb in after her.

“Wow,” Elizabeth exclaimed, impressed by the way he had fixed the place up. There was a small refrigerator and a hot plate, along with a huge sound system. “I guess you really do spend a lot of time out here.”

“Do you want a soda?”

“Yeah, do you have a NuGrape?”

“Ah, a girl after my own heart.”

He grabbed a couple of drinks from the fridge, opening hers before he handed it to her. “What kind of music do you like?”

“Most any kind, but my favorite is alternative.” Jason fiddled around with the settings until the song Fell in Love with a Girl blared from the speakers. “Oh, I love the White Stripes,” she gushed, clearly approving of his choice.

“So, do you know how to play pool?”

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders and wrinkled her nose. “Not really.”

“I’ll show you. Come here.”

He picked up a cue as she walked toward him, rubbing some blue chalk on the tip before he turned to face her. Wrapping his arms around her, he placed her hands on the upper part of the stick and demonstrated how to let it slide through her fingers. “Easy, right?”

Unable to stop herself, Elizabeth sighed appreciatively and relaxed in his embrace. Letting his hands rest on the bare skin between her white, low-rider crop pants and her blue and white floral camisole, Jason buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo. “You smell like peaches,” he murmured.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“What do you want me to do?

“I think you’re confusing me with Sarah. She’s the one you should be after. You know, blonde hair, big boobs, perky smile, all the requirements for attracting guys like you.”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Amazed at her lack of confidence, Jason turned her around and took a more pro-active approach. “I prefer brunettes, especially petite ones with blue eyes and small breasts that would fit right in the palms of my hands.”

Elizabeth tried to back away from him, but the pool table was right behind her and there was no where to go. “Stop it,” she said breathlessly.

“Have you even been kissed before?” he asked gently.

“Take me back to the house.”

“One kiss, Elizabeth, and I’ll take you back.”

She gave him a helpless moan, not knowing how to comply with his request even if she wanted to, which she kind of did. Sensing her uncertainty, Jason lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers. Once she felt the contact, her lips parted on their own, and he swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting her with a skill that told her he was far from inexperienced. Letting him take what he wanted, Elizabeth allowed her tongue to venture into his mouth, surprised when he latched onto it and sucked hard.

The intensity was too much, and she pushed him away, trembling and fighting back tears. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to get so carried away. Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Will you come back and see me tomorrow? I could pick you up.”

“I don’t know, Jason.”

“Please, Elizabeth. I like you, a lot.”

“You do?” she asked, the skepticism in her voice making him sad.

“You’re the only person around here that’s worth spending time with.”

Pleased by the compliment, Elizabeth smiled shyly and nodded her head. “I’ll see you tomorrow, if my dad says it’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” he winked. “I’m the preacher’s son.”

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Chapter 2 PG-13
Warning: spoilers for the movie Seven.

To Elizabeth’s complete and utter amazement, her parents didn’t even hesitate when she asked if she could spend some time with Jason. They figured his father suggested that he show her around, and her mom kept remarking on what a nice gesture it was while her dad raved about the quality of small town people. The whole thing made her feel like giggling, but she kept a straight face and nodded appropriately, pretending to agree with everything they said.

But that was last night. Now she was pacing back and forth in the hallway, wishing that Jason would hurry up and arrive before something happened to spoil things for her, the way it always did. Sarah passed through on her way to the kitchen, frowning at her sister in disapproval. “You’re going to wear a hole in the rug,” she warned. “What are you doing in here anyway?”

“Jason Morgan is coming to pick her up and show her around town,” her mother called from the living room.

Sarah’s eyes lit up, and Elizabeth’s heart sank. “That sounds like fun. I’ll go with you. Just give me a few minutes to change.”

Fortunately, Jason drove up as she finished speaking, and Elizabeth bolted out the door, mumbling something about him “not being able to wait.” He was getting out of the truck when she flew down the walk toward him. “Let’s go,” she hissed.

Jason smirked at her eagerness. “Can’t wait to see me, huh?”

“Turn on the damn truck and let’s get out of here.” She fumbled frantically with her seat belt, but he wasn’t moving in any particular hurry.

“What’s wrong, Elizabeth?”

Her hands stilled, and she knew she might as well give up. Sarah would get what she wanted; she always did. “Nothing, really. My sister decided to join us, that’s all.”

“I don’t think so,” Jason said, turning on the engine and pulling away before Sarah could appear. “Put on your seatbelt.”

“You don’t want her to come?” Elizabeth asked, hardly able to believe what had happened.

“I’m not into Barbie dolls. I prefer girls that are real and substantial. Girls like you.”

Not sure what to say, Elizabeth blushed and kept quiet. Jason drove her around town, pointing out all the places of interest and telling her which ones to avoid. She tried to pay attention, but her stomach was turning flip-flops. Her eyes focused on the steering wheel, drawn to the sight of his large hands sliding across the leather cover, his long, slender fingers tightening around the …

“Earth to Elizabeth,” Jason shouted, waving one hand in front of her face.

“What?” she stammered, her face hot and flushed.

“Where’d you disappear to?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

He grinned, giving her the impression that he knew exactly what she was thinking about. “I rented a movie. You want to go to the barn and watch it?”

“You’ve got a TV in there?”

“Didn’t you notice that yesterday? Guess you must have been distracted by something, or someone.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, irritated by the smugness in his voice. “What movie did you get?”

“Seven. Have you ever seen it?”

“No, isn’t it scary?”

“A little, but it’s got Brad Pitt in it if that’s helps any.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and smiled sarcastically, wondering why he was able to get under her skin so easily. “What makes you think I’m into Brad Pitt? Maybe he’s not my type.”

“Am I your type?”

His question made her squirm in her seat, and she prayed that he wouldn’t push for a response. Neither one of them spoke again until they reached the barn. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Elizabeth was surprised to find Jason waiting for her on the passenger side of the truck. Putting her foot down on the running board, she slid her butt forward and stood up, hanging onto the back of the seat for balance. Before she could step down, Jason had his arms around her, lowering her gently to the ground.

“You never answered my question.” Pressing the length of his body against hers, Jason allowed his weight to push her back into the side of the truck.

His face was so close to her that she could feel his breath. Determined not to let him intimidate her, Elizabeth lifted her chin, closing the distance between them. “Maybe,” she whispered.

Thinking he was going to kiss her, she closed her eyes and waited, perturbed when nothing happened. Finally, she opened her eyes and Jason winked at her, making her furious with him. “Did you want something, Elizabeth?”

“Go to hell,” she snapped. “And take me home right this minute. You are an insufferable pig. Why I ever thought I would enjoy your company is beyond me. There’s nothing at all unusual about you, Jason. You’re just like every other teenage guy I’ve ever met. Selfish, conceited, insensitive …”

Interrupting her tirade with a hard, open-mouthed kiss, Jason swallowed the small whimpers of excitement emanating from her throat. She brushed her tongue hesitantly between his lips, and he let her explore, his reaction encouraging but not overwhelming. When her confidence ebbed, he sucked on her bottom lip and bit down hard enough to hurt. Elizabeth cried out, alarmed by the strange sensations the action invoked, and he sighed, expecting her to pull away. Instead she arched her back and wrapped her arms around his neck, coaxing him closer.

Not willing to pass up what she was offering, Jason’s arms tightened around her waist, his hands sliding down to the small of her back. He nuzzled her neck, sucking at the tender hollow above her collar bone, and Elizabeth let her head fall back, giving him free access. When his hands slid up, toward her ribs, she shook her head, letting him know that was off limits.

For a few seconds, he wavered, his thumbs less than an inch away from her breasts. Pleading with him to stop, Elizabeth kept repeating, “No, Jason, we can’t. It’s wrong.”

“Why? Because somebody told you so, or because that’s what you really think?”

When Elizabeth dropped her head on his chest, he knew she wouldn’t stop him, but he also knew she was scared. Taking a minute to get his raging libido back under control, Jason stepped away from her, his hand reaching for hers so she would know he wasn’t mad at her. “Let’s go watch the movie, okay?”

Once they were inside the barn, Jason made some Jiffy Pop popcorn on the hot plate, joking about how the expanding aluminum foil was a big zit getting ready to explode. Elizabeth giggled at his antics, feeling more relaxed now that the sexual tension had abated. “I didn’t even know they made the stuff anymore. I’ve never eaten it before.”

“What?” Jason exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. “How is that possible?”

“Uh, microwave popcorn? You know, Orville Reddenbacher?”

He shook his head, muttering about the sad state of her existence. “Sacrilege. Your parents have failed you. Clearly it’s up to me to provide the proper education.” Pouring the popcorn into a bowl, Jason opened the fridge and checked out the sodas. “NuGrape, Sunkist or Wild Cherry Pepsi?”

“Ooh, I’ll take Wild Cherry Pepsi.”

“Okay, can you grab the popcorn?”

Elizabeth carried the bowl over to the sofa and sat down, waiting for him to insert the movie in the DVD player. When it was all set up, Jason picked up the soda cans and joined her on the sofa. After he sat down, he snapped his fingers like he had forgotten something, and she jumped up, eager to be helpful. “What do you need? I’ll get it.”

Tugging on her arm until she lost her balance, Jason pulled her down onto his lap. “I need you to sit right here and watch the movie with me.”

“I’m too heavy,” she protested. “You won’t be comfortable.”

“I’ll be plenty comfortable. Just lean back.”

Elizabeth relaxed into his embrace, her body cradled between his chest and the stuffed arm of the sofa. They stayed in that position throughout the entire movie, eating popcorn, drinking soda, and making occasional comments about the plot twists. Caught up in the suspense when Brad Pitt’s character wailed the line “What’s in the Box?” over and over again, Elizabeth sat up straight with her eyes glued to the television screen. Of course it turned out badly, and she buried her face in the curve of Jason’s neck, not wanting to watch the end.

“Hey,” he said gently, “it’s just a movie.”

“I know, but it’s so sad. They were married and in love, and she never even got to tell him about the baby.”

“Pain and angst make for good drama.”

“Next time we’re watching a comedy.”

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” Jason teased.

Still upset over the movie, Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears and she struggled to get to her feet. “Let go of me.”

Refusing to release her, Jason did his best to make her listen to him, aware that he needed to apologize. “I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I was just kidding. You know I want to see you again.”

“I don’t know any such thing,” she stated defiantly, still trying to escape from his grasp.

“Please don’t be mad,” he begged, his hands seeking purchase to gain a better grip. When his fingers accidentally grazed her left breast, they both froze. Her lips trembled, and Jason couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of touching her through her layered tank tops, his hand closing over her soft mound with a groan. He heard a sharp intake of breath, but she didn’t try to stop him, and he massaged her with growing confidence. Pinching her nipple through the cotton barrier, Jason could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, and his hand slid underneath her blue tank top to glide over the white one she was wearing beneath it.

Elizabeth grabbed his hand, holding it still, but he whispered in her ear, pleading with her to let him touch her. Gradually, she gave in, her hands moving out of the way as her chest heaved in anticipation. In an instant, both of his hands were under her top shirt, squeezing her breasts firmly through the thin material that separated them. “Damn, you feel good,” Jason swore, and Elizabeth cupped his face with her hands, urging him to kiss her.

Their tongues brushed together gently, and then more insistently, scraping roughly back and forth as they dueled for control. For one brief second, his hands tightened so painfully that she cried out, but he immediately let go of her when he realized her discomfort. Not trusting himself to touch her again, Jason softened the kiss, tasting her lips with a sweet hunger that made her want to melt in his arms.

By the time he pulled away, they were both panting, and it took every ounce of self-control he had to lift her off of his lap. “I better take you home before your father comes after me with a shotgun.”

“My father doesn’t own a shotgun,” she said with a smile.

“That’s good to know.” Jumping out of the barn to the ground below, Jason helped her down, pleased to see that her cheeks were still flushed and her mouth was swollen. “The Church is having a car wash tomorrow to raise money. I don’t guess you’d be interested in helping out?”

“Sure, it sounds like fun.”

“Can I give you a ride over there?”

“I’m sure my parents would agree to that. What time do you want to pick me up?”

“We’re starting at 8:00, so I better pick you up at 7:30.”

“I’ll be ready.” They were both quiet on the way home, and, when they got there, Elizabeth kissed him on the cheek and jumped out of the truck, anxious to get up to her room without having to face an inquisition from Sarah. As luck would have it, her sister had gone out with friends, and Elizabeth decided to treat herself to a long, hot bubble bath. Allowing her fantasies to run wild, she fell asleep in the tub, dreaming of Jason’s hands all over her body and his mouth hot on her skin.

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Chapter 3 PG-13 - R

“Dad, Elizabeth won’t let me in the bathroom, and I’ve got to get ready to go,” Sarah complained. “The gang is picking me up at 8:15.”

Before her father could intervene, Elizabeth whipped open the bathroom door and smiled at him. “Well, Jason is picking me up at 7:30, so that means I get to use it first.”

“Sounds fair to me, Sarah,” he shrugged.

She glared venomously at Elizabeth, unhappy that her usual position as the favored daughter was being usurped. “Why is he picking you up so early?”

“The car wash starts at 8:00, Sarah.”

“Nobody is going to show up that early to get their car washed.”

Jeff patted Elizabeth on the shoulder and nodded. “I’m proud of you. Getting there on time shows initiative on your part.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she beamed, shutting the bathroom door in Sarah’s face.

“Reverend Morgan said we could get there whenever we wanted,” Sarah whined. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“Nobody said you were,” Jeff sighed. “There’s no need to be so dramatic. But the fact is, someone has to be there to wash cars at 8:00 if that’s when it’s supposed to start. Otherwise, customers will leave, and that means lost revenue for the church. Try thinking of someone besides yourself for a change.”

Sarah’s jaw dropped open at the unexpected criticism. Her father never talked to her that way. It was Elizabeth’s fault, showing her up in front of him, and Sarah was sure her sister did it on purpose. “You’re right, Daddy. When my friends suggested we get there at 8:30, I should have insisted we make it 8:00. It was my first instinct, but I’m afraid I let myself go along with the majority. It won’t happen again. Next time I’ll be sure to do the right thing.”

“It’s okay, Sarah. Nobody’s perfect.” Jeff walked away, leaving his oldest daughter frowning behind him, not exactly pleased with his answer.



Elizabeth was watching from the window when Jason pulled up beside the curb in his pickup truck. She flew out the door, eager to see him again, and anxious to keep him away from the family, especially Sarah.

“Right on time, Webber,” he grinned.

“Ditto, Morgan.” She tried to get into the truck on her own, but Jason was already walking around to the passenger side, lifting her up to the seat.

She smiled at him nervously, her heart starting to pound the way it did whenever he was in the vicinity. “Thanks.”

Jason winked at her before responding, “no problem, sweetie. Anything that involves touching you, I’m more than happy to do.” He laughed when her face turned red, and she couldn’t help but feel pleased by his comment. “By the way, did you bring some extra clothes?”

“No, should I have?”

“You’ll probably get wet and want to change when it’s over. I brought a tee shirt for you and some old gym shorts of mine that probably won’t fall off you if you want to use them.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“I’ll do anything to get you out of your clothes,” he teased.

“Ha, ha,” she retorted, sticking her tongue out at him.

Jason suddenly pulled over to the side of the road and looked at her. “I’ve got a better use for that.” Undoing her seatbelt, he pulled her toward him and kissed her, softly at first, but then with more urgency, his tongue scalding as it lashed hers, demanding a response which she gladly gave. By the time he finally tore his mouth away, panting for air, her body was pressed tightly against his, chest to chest and crotch to crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination. She could feel his arousal, and he could feel her wet heat, even through the layers of their clothing.

“So,” Jason grimaced, “we really have to go wash cars?”

“Yes, we really do,” Elizabeth smiled, amazed at how comfortable she felt around him in spite of what just happened. Sliding back over to her side, she buckled her seatbelt and Jason guided the truck back onto the road.

Reverend Morgan was standing beside a slender blonde woman around his own age, and he waved to them when they drove up. “That’s my mom,” Jason volunteered. Helping Elizabeth out of the truck, he walked her over to his parents. “Mom, this is Elizabeth Webber. Elizabeth, this is my mother. And you already met my dad the other day.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Deirdre Morgan said warmly. “And how kind of you to come and help us out so early on a Saturday morning. I know most young people like to sleep in.”

“Most older people too,” Reverend Morgan joked, motioning in his wife’s direction.

Laughing at her husband’s antics, Jason’s mom asked him to be sure and show Elizabeth around and make sure to answer all her questions. “She’s so nice,” Elizabeth remarked as they walked toward the truck to retrieve the equipment he brought with him.

“Yeah, I’m kind of fond of her,” Jason admitted gruffly.

The first car arrived shortly after they finished all the preparations, and they quickly got to work. Before Sarah and the others got to the church, Elizabeth and Jason had already washed four cars. Her sister was clearly in a bad mood; Elizabeth could see the sulk on her face halfway across the parking lot. But, as soon as Sarah spotted Jason, she plastered on a smile and made a beeline straight for him.

“We’re here,” she squealed. “Sorry we kept you waiting.”

“I haven’t been waiting. Elizabeth and I have been busy.”

Her smile wavered a little, but she bravely plowed on, determined to capture his attention. “Well, just tell me what you need me to do. I thought it would be best if I worked with you so you can show me the ropes.”

“Actually, Elizabeth and I are in a pretty good rhythm right now, but I’m sure my father would be glad to help you out. Or you could ask Tommy or Jeremy. They’ve both worked a car wash with us in the past.”

Covering her mouth with her hand, Elizabeth stifled a giggle, amazed at the way Jason was so indifferent to Sarah, the girl that never failed to get any guy she set her sights on. If Elizabeth didn’t already like him, she would have adored him for that reason alone. Sarah continued to stand in front of him, a puzzled look on her face as if she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying to her.

“Was there something else?” Jason asked politely.

“No, thank you,” she said coolly, tossing her blonde hair dismissively as she headed in Tommy and Jeremy’s direction. In a couple of minutes, she had them eating out of the palm of her hand.

“I think you’re the only guy that’s ever refused her,” Elizabeth whispered.

“She frightens me,” Jason whispered back. “You need to protect me, okay?”

“Sure thing, scaredy-cat.”

“Just remember, Webber, I’ve got a hose and I know how to use it.”

“That’s what all the guys say.”

“You wait until we’re done here. Your time is coming, girl.” They continued to banter back and forth as they worked, oblivious to everything else but each other and the cars they were washing.



Four hours later, Sarah and her friends were long gone, and Jason and Elizabeth were finishing up the cars of the customers who straggled in late. When they started on the last one, Jason’s parents decided to head for home after checking with the kids to make sure they’d be okay alone. Determined to do as good a job on the last car as they did on the first one, Jason and Elizabeth gave the vehicle a thorough going over, and the owner was so impressed that she gave them a $20 tip.

“Now, this is for you two. I’m sure the church raised enough money today, and you’ve worked hard. Go out and have some fun.”

“Thank you very much,” Jason smiled, putting the money in his pocket.

As soon as the woman drove off, Elizabeth staggered over to Jason’s truck and collapsed in the bed. “Hey,” he cautioned, “it’s dirty back there. You’ll get your clothes all messed up.”

“Clothes can be washed,” she mumbled.

“Or I could just wash them now.” Grabbing the hose, he pointed it at her, and she sat up, shrieking in protest.

“Jason Morgan, you better not spray me with that hose. I mean it.”

He laughed and inched closer toward her, prompting her to get up and run. The water was cold as it played over her back, and she turned around to yell at him, only to get it from the front as well. Jason continued until she was soaked; then he dropped the hose and walked toward her, noticing that he could see the outline of her hard nipples through her thin, cotton shirt and sheer sports bra.

Elizabeth was shivering by the time he stood in front of her, and it wasn’t from the cold. In fact, she was hot, on fire from the look in Jason’s eyes as he stared at her like he was starving and she was the only thing on the menu. His hand caressed her cheek before trailing down the smooth curve of her neck. Continuing southward, he was just about to touch her right breast when a car horn from the roadway reminded him they were in public.

Taking her by the hand, he led her inside the recreation hall of the church, pushing her up against the wall impatiently. There was no resistance on her part when he squeezed her breasts firmly before moving his hands to her ass, lifting her several inches off the floor. His mouth came down over her nipple, through the barrier of her clothing, and Elizabeth thought she had died and gone to Heaven. The motion of his tongue rubbed the wet cloth against her, creating a delicious friction, and she was sobbing his name almost from the moment he touched her.

Her fingers played with the short hairs on the nape of his neck before lightly scratching his scalp with her nails as he turned his attention to her left nipple. Jason was getting rougher by the minute, and when he bit down, Elizabeth cried out and surged against him, clutching his head tightly to her breast. He growled, deep in his throat, and went completely still. Finally, he lifted his head and looked at her, trying desperately to control himself.

When his breathing returned somewhat to normal, Jason let her slide gently down to the floor and tilted her chin up, giving him access to her mouth. The kiss was sweet, almost chaste, open-mouthed but with no tongue. Her lips were soft and full against his, and she was so yielding to him, so trusting. It brought out a protective side of him that he never knew he had.

Pulling back from her just enough so that he could speak, Jason shook his head in bemusement. “What am I going to do with you?” Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, but he smiled and placed his fingers across her lips. “That was a rhetorical question, honey.”

Putting her hand up to her mouth, she maneuvered his fingers inside, sucking on them lightly as he drowned in her big blue eyes. “Elizabeth, please … you’re killing me.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, sounding strangely unapologetic.

Jason pulled his hand away and stepped back from her. “The bathroom’s right over there. Why don’t you go take off those wet clothes and I’ll get the dry ones from my truck. Be right back.” He strode off without waiting for an answer. When he returned, he called to her, handing her the clothes through the crack in the door as she hid behind it. Knowing she was naked and only a couple of feet from him did nothing to help calm his nerves.

When she came out of the bathroom, he grinned, amused by the way the clothes dwarfed her. They made her appear even more smaller than she was, but no less beautiful. “I know, it’s the height of fashion,” Elizabeth joked, wrinkling her nose at him.

“You’re adorable,” Jason said, with absolute sincerity.

“Thanks,” she blushed, not knowing what to say.

“Why don’t you call your folks and see if it’s okay if I take you out to lunch? I think we’ve both earned it.”

“That would be great. I’m starved.” She pulled out her cell phone and called home. Jeff answered the phone, and he quickly gave his permission, telling her to just enjoy the rest of the day and forget her usual chores.

“You’re in an awfully good mood.”

“Well, honey, Reverend Morgan called to tell me that he and his wife were really impressed by you and your work ethic. You deserve to have some fun. I know it hasn’t been easy on you since we moved here, and I haven’t been as supportive as I could have been. That’s going to change. You are my daughter and I love you. Your happiness means everything to me.”

Elizabeth sniffled at the unexpected show of emotion from her father. “I love you too, Daddy.”

“Just have a good time, and don’t worry about anything. Sarah is picking up your chores today.”

Pinching herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, Elizabeth thanked him again and hung up, feeling dazed and confused. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked.

“Nothing’s wrong; that’s what’s wrong.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“Your father called my dad and told him how impressed he and your mom were with me. Dad actually apologized for not being more supportive since we moved here, and he told me to go out and have fun and forget my usual chores because Sarah would be doing them. This has to be a parallel universe.”

“I’d glad things are getting better for you, Elizabeth. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I really want you to be happy. I like to see you smile.”

“You make me smile,” she confessed shyly.

“I hope so. Let me change my clothes, and we’ll go grab some lunch.” He was back out in under a minute. Elizabeth reached for his hand, sliding her fingers in between his. He gave her hand a little squeeze and they headed out to the parking lot, happy to have the rest of the day to spend together.

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Chapter 4 Rated R

They stopped for lunch at Elmo’s, famous for it’s cheeseburgers and chocolate shakes. Jason ordered two of the former and one of the later, along with two large fries. Wondering where he put that much food, Elizabeth settled for a junior cheeseburger and a medium order of fries, but she did indulge herself with a chocolate shake.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” Jason asked in amazement.

“Everyone doesn’t have your metabolism,” she laughed.

“You’re going to waste away to nothing.”

“I don’t think there’s any danger of that.”

“Girls,” he sighed, shaking his head at her.

She grinned at him and he made a quick perusal over her body from head to toe, making her blush. They finished eating in comfortable silence, with him giving her occasional pointed looks that reminded her of what they had been doing a scant half-hour ago. Becoming increasingly aroused, Elizabeth couldn’t even finish the small amount of food she had in front of her.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked suddenly.

“But you’re not finished.”

“I’m not hungry anymore, not for food anyway.”

Her eyes closed under the intense gaze of his crystal blue eyes, and she felt her heart start to pound. “I need to use the restroom.”

“Actually, so do I.” Escorting her to the front of the restaurant, he motioned to the right to indicate the ladies’ room, and then he went the opposite way.

Using the travel toothbrush she carried in her purse, Elizabeth cleaned her teeth and rinsed her mouth out. Unbeknownst to her, Jason was doing the same thing in the men’s room. By the time she finished, she really did have to pee. Her nerves were on edge, so she took her time, carefully washing her hands to give her an extra couple of minutes to compose herself.

Easing the door open, Elizabeth walked out to find Jason waiting for her. “Are you okay? I was getting worried.”

“I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned. “That was never my intention.”

“Well, it’s kind of a good nervous. I mean, I feel like I’ve got butterflies in my stomach.”

“Do you want to come back to the house? We can go dirt bike riding and play some pool.”

“I’d like that,” she smiled shyly.

He reached for her hand and they walked out to the truck together. When they reached the passenger side, he opened the door and lifted her up to the seat. “Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetie.”

Elizabeth shivered at the term of endearment, loving the way his voice sounded when he said it. She knew she was falling hard, and it made her giddy with excitement and sick to her stomach at the same time. It was so hard to believe that it was happening to her. Sarah, sure, guys fell for her every day. But Sarah wasn’t sitting here with Jason; she was.

She looked at him as he put his seat belt on and started the engine. “Do you think Sarah is pretty?”

Jason didn’t reply right away, searching her face to try and determine the real meaning of her question. “I guess, in an ordinary sort of way.”

“Ordinary?” she gasped. “Sarah?”

“Yeah, how do you see her?”

“Guys always flock to her, so I figure she must be something special.”

“There are probably millions of girls like Sarah in the world. But I’d wager there aren’t any like you, Elizabeth. You’re the one who’s special.”

Flashing him an incredulous smile, Elizabeth slid across the seat and planted a kiss firmly on his lips. Jason groaned and cradled her head in his hands, trying to control himself and let her set the pace. Her tongue brushed sweetly against his, exploring with growing confidence, sensing the power she had over him. When she pulled away, he was breathing hard, staring into her fathomless blue eyes. The tables had turned, and he had absolutely no idea how it happened.



When they got to the house, Jason parked his truck by the garage. Elizabeth jumped out before he could get around to her side, prompting him to laugh at her eagerness to ride. Giving her a wink, he walked into the garage, returning a minute later with his bike. She let him kick start it before climbing on the back, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. The wind rushed by so fast it took her breath away, and she pressed her chest against his back, hugging him close to her.

They rode for a long time, twisting and turning along a dirt path through the woods. Her arms were starting to tire by the time he pulled up in front of the barn. Jason cut the engine and put down the kickstand. Elizabeth tried to swing her leg over the back of the bike, groaning when her stiff muscles prevented the movement. The inside of her knee caught on the seat and she fell backward. He caught her before she hit the ground, pulling her forward onto his lap.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she stammered. “That was kind of scary.”

“What happened?”

“Guess I’m just a little stiff.”

“Sorry,” he grimaced. “I’m used to riding by myself. I shouldn’t have kept you on the bike for so long.”

“I’ll be okay, Jason. It’s no big deal.”

Helping her to her feet, he got off the bike and looked at her with concern. “Damn, I feel like an idiot.”

“Stop it,” she said. “I enjoyed the ride, so quit apologizing.”

“Okay, but you have to let me carry you then.” Without waiting for permission, he lifted her into his arms and walked over to the barn. Setting her on the floor, he climbed up beside her and got to his feet, only to pick her up again.

“Hey, you’re going to hurt your back,” Elizabeth protested.

“Then you’ll have to give me a massage,” he teased.

“In your dreams.”

Expecting him to put her down beside the pool table, Elizabeth was surprised when he sat her on the edge, pushing her legs apart to stand in between them. “Would you like to know what I really dream about?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Jason moved closer to her and placed his hands on her ass, pulling her toward him. She could feel his arousal jutting out, but it didn’t scare her the way it had before. Instead, she spread her legs even further apart and shamelessly rubbed herself against him. “Elizabeth,” he groaned.

“Tell me what you dream about.”

“I dream about touching you …

She shuddered in his arms, imagining his fingers stroking her the way she stroked herself, only better. “And?”

“And I dream about tasting you …”

Having no point of reference, Elizabeth blushed and buried her face in his chest. “And?” she said in a muffled voice.

“Honey, you’re killing me.”

“Please tell me.”

“I dream about being inside of you, and you’re so tight and so wet.”

Elizabeth whimpered at the description and worked herself harder against him, behaving so wantonly that it should have shocked her, but she was long past caring. “Jason,” she cried, desperate to find her release.

His fingers dug into her ass, helping her move even as he swore under his breath. The thought of coming in his pants was vaguely disturbing, but he was incapable of stopping for any reason, even though that particular event hadn’t happened to him since he lost his virginity. “You’re driving me crazy,” Jason growled, his mouth seeking out the hollow of her throat.

Her thighs tightened around him, forcing him to stay still while all the muscles in her body became rigid. Jason opened his eyes and looked at her face, watching the beautifully agonized expression as she experienced her first orgasm. It affected him so much that he came too, spurting uncomfortably in his boxer briefs. When she collapsed against him, he placed his mouth over hers and kissed her gently, a sweet culmination to the sexual satisfaction.

“That was … wow … I never … I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’re okay,” Jason said worriedly. “I hope I didn’t pressure you.”

“Are you kidding? I practically pounced on you.”

“Hmm, feel free to pounce whenever you like.”

“But, you didn’t get anything out of it. Is there something I can do …”

“Actually,” he corrected, too embarrassed to look at her, “I came in my pants.”

“No way,” she said in amazement.

“Okay, no need to make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you. I just can’t believe you wanted me so much that you came in your pants. Because that’s unusual, right?”

“It’s been a long time,” he assured her. She beamed with pride, and it made the discomfort all worthwhile. “I need to change my shorts and underwear.”

“Can I watch?” Elizabeth asked with a wicked grin.

“Absolutely not. You need to behave, you little minx.”

Thankful that he kept extra clothes in the barn, Jason grabbed a clean pair of underwear and some shorts, checking to make sure she kept her back turned while he changed. “You do realize I could see everything in the mirror,” she teased.

He looked panic-stricken for a few seconds before he remembered there was no mirror in the barn. “You are so going to pay for that.”

“Why can’t I see you?”

“No guy wants a girl to see him for the first time when it’s limp.”

“But it would be cute.”

“See that’s what I’m talking about right there. No guy wants to be cute. We want you to catch sight of our monster and scream ‘holy shit’ or something.”

Elizabeth almost fell to the floor, she was laughing so hard. “Holy shit?” she repeated. “Guys are so retarded. Maybe I better start practicing. Wait, here’s a good one. Jason, it’s enormous. How is it ever going to fit inside of me?”

Jason smirked at her comment, raising one eyebrow suggestively. Remembering what he had felt like against her, she stopped laughing and bit on her bottom lip a little nervously. “I don’t think you have any idea what you’ll be saying when that happens,” he stated confidently.

“When that happens?”

“Sorry, if that happens.”

“No, I like the first one better.”

“I better take you home,” he sighed, thinking things were moving entirely too fast.

“But we didn’t get to play pool,” Elizabeth protested.

“Next time, I promise.” She frowned at him, and he shook his head impatiently. “I don’t have any condoms, and I doubt you do either. If you stay, I don’t know what will happen. I’m not willing to take that risk, for you or for me.”

She felt like a child being scolded by a parent, and her lips quivered in response. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I didn’t mean to sound so grumpy. But, I won’t take advantage of you, Elizabeth. You mean too much to me.”

The smile returned to her face upon hearing his last words. “When can I see you again?”

“Tomorrow? Do you think your parents will let you go out with me after church?”

“I’ll find a way. Don’t worry.”

Jason helped her down from the barn, and they took the bike back to the garage. He drove slowly this time, savoring the feeling of her arms around him. Once inside the truck, they rode in silence all the way to her house, each lost in their own thoughts. After helping her down from the passenger seat, he walked her to the door, wishing he could give her a goodbye kiss but not wanting to rock the boat with her mom and dad.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Definitely,” she said, her eyes sparkling with promises meant for his eyes only.

“Goodnight, Elizabeth,” he murmured, even though it was still daylight.

“Goodnight, Jason. Sweet dreams.” He groaned at her suggestive comment, longing to adjust himself as he walked painfully back to the truck.

Elizabeth opened the door and practically danced inside, glowing with happiness. As usual, Sarah was the one to burst her bubble. “What on earth are you wearing?”

“My clothes got wet, so Jason loaned me some of his.”

“You didn’t go out in public dressed like that, did you?”

“As a matter of fact, I did. He didn’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“And Mom and Dad wonder why you never date,” Sarah laughed. “You look like a homeless person.”

“I’d rather be a homeless person than a bitch,” Elizabeth shot back, stunned by her sister’s lack of compassion.

“Look, little girl, I don’t know what game you think you’re playing, but I’m not doing your chores anymore. So you can get that idea right out of your head.”

“It wasn’t my idea; it was Dad’s. If you have a problem, take it up with him.”

“I’m taking it up with you. This is my town, my friends … if you try to encroach on my territory, I will make you pay. There’s a reason all the guys make a play for me and not you.”

“Not all the guys,” Elizabeth grinned. “Funny how Jason didn’t have the time of day for you.”

It was absolutely the wrong thing to say, and she knew it as soon as the words came flying out of her mouth. But, it was too late. The gauntlet had been thrown down, and her sister had accepted the challenge. “Poor little delusional Lizzie,” Sarah mocked, trying to cover her anger at the accuracy of her sister’s comment. “I hope you have enjoyed the time you’ve spent with Jason, because it’s all over now. He’ll be putty in my hands before the end of the month.”

Growing increasingly unsure of herself in light of Sarah’s track record, Elizabeth kept quiet until her sister finally walked away. She managed to maintain her composure until she got into the sanctuary of her room. Once the door closed behind her, she burst into tears, wondering how she could possibly hang on to Jason now that Sarah was on the prowl.

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Chapter 5 Rated R - NC17

Elizabeth was awake by sunrise, thinking about what to wear to church. Her sister’s attack on her the night before had eroded her confidence, and she was no longer sure of anything. Jason didn’t seem interested in Sarah, but she hadn’t really focused her attention on him yet. And, of course, the more he resisted, the more of a challenge it would be. In Elizabeth’s experience, Sarah always got what she wanted, and, right now, that appeared to be Jason.

Trying to be objective, she stood naked in front of the mirror, wondering what Jason saw when he looked at her. Her eyes were probably her best feature, and her face was kind of pretty. And, if push came to shove, Elizabeth would grudgingly admit that her legs were decent and her ass was round and rather shapely. But, Sarah’s boobs were bigger, and her hair was blonde, instead of boring brown. Not to mention her sister’s teeth, which were blindingly white and sickeningly straight. They provided the perfect contrast to her evenly tanned skin, always an attractive shade of brown even during the dead of winter.

Studying her pale complexion in the mirror, Elizabeth knew she looked washed out and inconsequential when compared to her sister. A little voice inside of her head told her to just give up now, before she embarrassed herself. But, for the first time in her life, Elizabeth wasn’t willing to stand passively by while something so important to her was at stake. Her relationship with Jason meant too much for her to just hand him over to Sarah on a silver platter.

One by one, she went through the dresses in her closet, determined to find something suitable for church that would still manage to capture Jason’s attention. A floral print dress, presenting coral, pink, lilac, rose and light green on a neutral background, seemed to be her best bet. It had a vee neck and a high waist, which emphasized the curve of her breasts, and it showed a little leg, falling a couple of inches above the knee.

With a sigh of relief now that she had decided what to wear, Elizabeth went ahead and took her shower. Two hours later, she was completely ready. Her hair had been curled, and hung down in soft waves around her face. The dark, rich cranberry eye shadow made her eyes even more of a focal point, and the sable brown mascara provided a finishing touch. Her blush was wine colored, while her lips and nails were done in matching Amethyst. She had used a light touch, so the makeup served to enhance her own natural beauty, rather than covering it up.

It was still a good half an hour before they had to leave, but Elizabeth was too nervous to sit and wait, and she felt sick to her stomach so eating was out of the question. Picking up her Bible, she walked to the front door and unlocked it, stepping out onto the front porch. Reading intently, Elizabeth didn’t even hear her father calling her until he poked his head out the door. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Since I was ready to go, I thought I would come out here and read some.” She set the Bible down on the small table beside the rocking chair and got to her feet, wringing her hands anxiously.

Jeff stared at her, wondering when his little girl had disappeared. “You look beautiful,” he murmured. Elizabeth blushed, but the smile on her face let him know how much she appreciated his comment. “You seem much happier these days. Do I take it that part of the reason happens to be a certain preacher’s son?”

“Daddy, stop,” she protested, her face turning even redder.

“Well, that’s a ‘yes’ if I’ve ever heard one,” he laughed.

Wanting to share her insecurity with someone who might actually provide some reassurance, Elizabeth looked up at him, trying to work up the courage to say what was on her mind. “I think Sarah is interested in Jason.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s interested in her.”

“But, look at her … and then look at me.”

The pain of her self-doubt was haunting in its simplicity of expression, and Jeff had to fight back the tears, berating himself for allowing her to suffer in silence for so long. Sarah had always been the vocal one, making interaction easier since the things that could be used to motivate her were easily identifiable. Elizabeth was the complete opposite. He never knew what she was thinking, and he never knew when to push, when to back off, and when to throw up his hands and say, “what the hell is it that you want?” So, he did as little as possible, and that was inexcusable.

“I am looking at you, sweetheart. And, from where I’m standing, you don’t have a thing to worry about.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

“Easy now,” he chided gently. “You’ll mess up that pretty face.” Pulling out his handkerchief, Jeff dabbed at her eyes until the smudges were gone.

“I’m sorry for giving you and Mom such a rough time.”

“No, I’m sorry for not trying harder to connect with you. I’ve been a failure to you as a father, and I have no excuses. But, I would like to try and change that.”

“You already have.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as her mom and Sarah came flying out of the front door.

“We’re going to be late,” Sarah squealed, not even bothering to look in Elizabeth’s direction.

Angela paused on the way by, taken aback by her youngest daughter’s appearance. “You look enchanting,” she said, giving Elizabeth a nod of approval.

“Thanks, Mom.” Grabbing her Bible, she followed her father out to the family’s SUV, dreading the fact that she had to sit beside Sarah. Fortunately, her sister was in no mood to talk to someone she considered as beneath her, so she didn’t pay any attention at all to Elizabeth.

When they got inside the church, Sarah craned her head around, looking intently for Jason. Irritated by the holdup, Jeff ushered Angela and then Sarah into a pew, much to her dismay. Just as Elizabeth was set to join them, she felt a hand on her arm. “Sit with me,” Jason whispered.

Unsure of what to do, Elizabeth glanced over to her father, who gave her a wink and a smile. She grinned appreciatively and joined Jason on his pew, two rows back. “Good morning,” she whispered.

“It is a good morning now that I’ve seen you.” Elizabeth looked down at the floor, but slid a little closer to him, sitting shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. “You look so beautiful. I could stare at you all day and not get bored.”

The service started before she could reply, which was good since she wasn’t sure what to say. It was the most enjoyable time Elizabeth had ever spent in a church. She and Jason shared a hymnal, and her Bible. During the sermon, his finger slid lightly across the page containing Hebrews, Chapter 11, underlining the appropriate passage so the two of them could follow along. Ironically, it was about faith, and she took that as a sign.

Shortly after the noon hour, Jason’s father made his way down from the pulpit, standing at the front of the church to greet everyone on the way out. Elizabeth was hoping she and Jason would get a chance to talk some more before Sarah burst upon the scene, but her sister managed to finagle her way up through the line so that she was standing right behind them. The three of them walked out onto the lawn, with Sarah talking a mile a minute. “A group of us are going to Western Sizzling for lunch. I’m sure you want to join us.”

“Actually,” Jason responded, “I was hoping to take Elizabeth somewhere for a private lunch. She looks so beautiful today, I don’t want to share her with anyone.”

Sarah’s face reflected the depth of her anger, but, before she could give him a scathing reply, Jeff walked up behind the group. “You’re right, Jason. Elizabeth is a vision of loveliness today. It’s all right with me if you take her out to lunch, as long as it’s okay with her, that is.”

“It’s fine with me,” Elizabeth agreed quickly.

“Well, go have some fun then. Jason, just make sure she’s home by dinnertime.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Webber. And thanks.”

Elizabeth hugged her father for the second time that day, whispering softly in his ear. “You’re the best, Daddy.”

Mumbling under her breath, Sarah watched Jason and Elizabeth walk to his truck, holding hands the entire way. “Did you say something?” Jeff asked coolly.

“No, nothing at all,” Sarah said, pasting a smile on her face.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but Jason clearly likes Elizabeth. Don’t try to interfere, if you know what’s good for you.” Stunned by what she viewed as an unprovoked attack by her father, Sarah gasped and marched off to find her mother.



“You’re not eating,” Jason remarked.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said, running her fork lightly through her food. “I’m sure all this is expensive.”

“I don’t care about that. I’m just worried about you.”

“Are you back on the ‘me wasting away’ notion, because I notice you’re not eating either.”

“Hmm, maybe I’m going to waste away to nothing.”

“I hope not,” she stated, her eyes raking over his muscular body.

“Elizabeth, don’t look at me like that.”

“Jason, I can’t help it.” Her voice was a throaty whisper that had him hard in an instant.

“Damn it,” he muttered, tossing some money down on the table to cover the bill and a tip. Yanking her up from her chair, he pulled her along behind him as he strode from the restaurant, not stopping until he got to his truck.

“Wait,” she protested as he started to lift her up onto the seat. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

Knowing it wasn’t a good idea, Jason tried to resist, but it was pointless. His mouth had a mind of its own, and it landed on hers with an intensity that shocked even him. Before he realized it, one hand was tangled in her hair and the other was cupping her ass as he pushed her against the truck. Elizabeth struggled to get her arms free so she could wrap them around his neck and hold him even closer to her.

His tongue thrust between her lips with powerful strokes, fucking her mouth, plundering its depths so hard and so fast that she could hardly breathe. Thrilled to be in his arms, Elizabeth responded with a passion that would have terrified her a few days ago. Her pelvis rocked back and forth, searching for the sweet friction that would send her over the edge. Frustrated by the confines of her dress, she broke off the kiss and moaned softly. “Jason, I need you.”

“We don’t have anywhere to go,” he said, stepping away from her in an effort to calm down.

“What’s wrong with the barn?”

“I can’t take you to the barn wearing that dress. It might get ruined.”

“I don’t care about the damn dress. Please, Jason. I just want to be alone with you.”

The melodic ring of his cell phone interrupted them, and he jerked it out of his pocket, glancing at the caller ID. “Hey, Dad.”

“Jason, I just wanted to let you know your mother and I are going to be at your Aunt Sally’s for the rest of the day. She invited us to stay for dinner, so I’m afraid we’ll be late getting back. It’s an hour drive, you know, even when the traffic isn’t bad. Are you going to be all right on your own?”

“Sure, Dad. I’ll scrounge me up something.”

“Okay. Mom sends her love. I’ll call you and let you know when we get on the road, so you’ll have an idea of when to expect us.”

“Tell Mom I love her too. Drive carefully.”

He pressed the ‘end’ button, flashing Elizabeth a wicked grin. “I think we have a solution to our problem.”

“What’s that?”

“Mom and Dad are on the way to my Aunt Sally’s. They’re going to stay for dinner. Then it’ll take them an hour to get back home, so the place is all ours.”

“Hey, maybe if I called my dad and told him you invited me for dinner, he’d let me stay. Then we’d have even longer together.”

“Elizabeth, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said hesitantly. “To be honest, the thought of you and me anywhere near a bed pretty much shatters what little self-control I have left.”

“You don’t need any, Jason. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Shit,” he shouted, shoving her hard against the truck. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true.”

“I’m not taking you to the house.”

Her lips trembled and her eyes filled with tears, making him feel like a monster. “Baby, please, don’t you understand? I care about you. I don’t want to just take you to my house and fuck you. We’re not ready yet. What we are building toward is too important for me to risk.”

“There is no risk, Jason. I trust you, and I won’t regret anything that we do.”

Completely done in by her faith in him, he groaned and dropped his head onto her shoulder. “What am I going to do with you?” When she opened her mouth to answer, he placed his fingers across her lips and grinned. “Rhetorical question.”

Her heart was pounding out of her chest when Jason lifted her gently into the truck. Noticing the way she was trembling, he paused to buckle her seatbelt before walking around to get in on the driver’s side. “Okay,” he said, turning on the engine. “We’ll go to the house, but just for a little while.”

Smart enough to take what she could get, Elizabeth glanced out the window and smirked, betting she could make him change his mind once they got there. “Whatever you say.”

The twenty minute ride was spent in total silence, with Jason and Elizabeth each lost in their own thoughts. When he stopped the truck in front of the garage, she looked up in surprise. “We’re already here? That was fast.”

“Having second thoughts, honey?”

“Ha, ha. You’re the one that won’t put out.”

“That attitude is going to get you in trouble.”

“Oh, I hope so.”

Sliding off her shoes, Elizabeth jumped down from the truck, not waiting for Jason to help her. “Be careful,” he warned. “You’re going to fall and break your neck.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to have to put your hands on me because it might be too tempting.”

His eyes narrowed in frustration as he stared hard at her. “Are you going to behave?”

“Not a chance. Are you going to punish me?”

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her by the arm. When he guided her back toward the truck, she knocked his hand away, tears welling up in her eyes.

“If I were Sarah, you’d do it,” she sobbed.

Cursing himself for missing what was at the heart of the matter, Jason tried to pull her into his arms, but she was having none of it. “Listen to me,” he begged.

“Take me home.”

“Elizabeth, please …”

“Take me home right now,” she demanded.

“No,” Jason refused. “Not until you listen to me.”

“Then I’ll walk.”

He let her get to the end of the driveway that led to the long path to the road before he went after her. “Stop acting so childish.”

Incensed by his comment, Elizabeth turned around and slapped him hard across the face. Three seconds later, he had her over one shoulder, carrying her back toward the house. She was kicking and screaming, but he just ignored her and kept walking. Somehow he managed to get the key in the lock and still hang on to her. He was getting madder all the time, and, once they were inside, he headed for the living room and tossed her none too gently on the sofa.

She immediately scrambled to her feet and ran for the door. Tired of fighting with her, Jason swept her into his arms and took her back to the sofa. He sat down with her on his lap, holding both her hands still with one of his. When Elizabeth felt his other hand under her dress, she stopped squirming, her blue eyes pleading with him not to stop. Breathing hard from all the exertion, Jason wrapped his fingers around one side of her panties and ripped them apart.

With a loud cry that seemed to echo throughout the room, Elizabeth wrenched her hands out of his grip and reached for his shoulders. Her fingers dug deep into his taut muscles as she anticipated his next action. Sliding his hand up her smooth thigh, Jason felt almost like crying when he first came into contact with her silken flesh, almost dripping with her arousal. “Elizabeth,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”

None of his sexual experiences had prepared him for dealing with a virgin, so he was hesitant to penetrate her until he heard her voice, asking him to touch her “inside.” Proceeding slowly, he eased one finger into her small opening, relieved when he was able to bury it to the hilt without difficulty. A second finger followed, and, to his amazement, Elizabeth started fucking herself with them, rotating her pelvis back and forth as her thigh muscles moved her up and down.

Pushing her dress up to her waist so he could see, Jason almost came on the spot at the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of her sweet pussy. He looked back up at Elizabeth to find her sucking on her own fingers. “I’m going to have a fucking heart attack,” he muttered. Pulling her fingers out of her mouth, Jason positioned them over her clit. “Rub yourself.”

She did as he requested, and Jason quickly took control of the situation, thrusting hard and fast inside her instead of letting her do the work. The deeper he went, the wider Elizabeth spread her legs. About to try for a third finger, Jason was caught off guard by her orgasm, and, when her muscles clamped down around him, he couldn’t move at all. His free hand covered her fingers, manipulating her clit again to prolong her pleasure as long as possible.

Like the first time, he watched her, enthralled by the agonized intensity on her face as she once again experienced ecstasy in his arms. When it was over, Elizabeth collapsed against him, physically exhausted and overwhelmed by her swirling emotions. Jason gently removed his fingers and lifted them to his mouth. She saw what he was doing, and her eyes widened in surprise. The first taste had him addicted, and he scoured his flesh, seeking out every drop of her precious nectar.

Wanting to kiss her, Jason leaned forward before stopping short of her mouth, unsure of her reaction. She traced his lips with her fingers, curious about how she would taste. The kiss was open-mouthed, but he didn’t let his tongue wander, preferring to have her make the first move. The first swipe was tentative, intended to give her a small sample of what he found so pleasing. Once she discovered that it wasn’t unpleasant, her tongue became more aggressive. He responded in kind, and, for quite some time, they devoured each other, control passing back and forth between the two of them.

When the need for air forced them apart, Elizabeth dragged some badly needed oxygen into her lungs and then placed her mouth at his ear. “Take me to your room.”

“No,” he panted, shaking his head in refusal.

“Please, I want to lie next to you, Jason.”

It was a losing battle; he should have realized it from the start. He could deny her nothing. Motioning for her to stand up, Jason got to his feet, raising one eyebrow when he saw her panties fall to the floor. With a bashful smile, Elizabeth picked them up and placed them on the coffee table. “I don’t think you’re going to be wearing those anymore.”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “You owe me a new pair.”

“That’s a price I’ll gladly pay. In fact, how about I buy you a new pair every week, just so I can rip them off of you.”

“No complaints here.”

Taking her hand, Jason led her to his room, shutting the door behind them. Turning her back to him so he could unzip her dress, Elizabeth slid it off her shoulders and wriggled out of it, laying it across the chair in front of his desk. Her bra quickly followed, leaving her naked in front of him. As fast as his fingers could move, Jason unbuttoned his dress shirt, hissing when she went to work on his pants. Together, they stripped him down to his boxer briefs.

When her hands moved toward his last remaining article of clothing, his eyes pleaded with her not to do it. She didn’t press the issue, running her hands up and down his chest instead. Jason walked her to the bed and watched her crawl to the center to lie flat on her back, holding her arms up to him. Moving over her, he positioned himself between her legs, grunting loudly when he felt her wet heat against his cock through the thin cotton material.

Her legs came up to encircle his waist, and Jason lost it. His hips thrust urgently, not stopping even when he realized that his dick was going part of the way inside her, despite the barrier between them. “Yes, oh yes, Jason. That feels so good.”

Focusing intently for a moment, he found that no matter how hard he thrust, he could only manage to get a inch or so inside her. Reassured by that knowledge, Jason held nothing back. He was going to come in his pants once again, something that was likely to become a habit with Elizabeth around. Trying to hold out long enough to get her off, he finally had to surrender to the demands of his body. She rocked herself to completion in the aftermath of his climax, her eyes drifting shut as she fell into an exhausted sleep. Jason managed to get to his feet and clean himself off before putting on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and returning to the bed. With his arm across her waist, he snuggled up next to her, enjoying the feel of her warm skin as he too drifted off to sleep.

[JRK Archiver]

Chapter 6 Rated R - NC17

Jason woke up with a smile on his face, stretching languidly until he remembered what happened right before he fell asleep. Glancing at his watch, he swore loudly and jumped out of bed, stepping into a pair of jeans as he hopped over to his closet in search of a clean tee shirt. “Elizabeth,” he shouted, rummaging through the pile of dirty clothes on the floor in an effort to find his truck keys. “We’ve got to go. Damn, your father is going to kill me.”

She suddenly appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but one of his tee shirts and a sexy smile. “Relax, worrywart. I called home and said I was eating dinner over here. Dad was fine with it.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “I thought I was dead meat.”

“Would it have been worth it?”

The teasing glint in her eyes had him hot and bothered in no time flat. “Come here.”

“No,” she giggled, “you come here.”

Before Elizabeth could move, Jason had her up against the wall, her legs dangling several inches above the floor until she had the presence of mind to wrap them around him. “I wish there was a way to permanently attach you to me.”

“You’d get tired of carrying me around.”

“Not as long as your pussy was riding my dick.”

Taken aback by his bluntness, Elizabeth buried her face in the curve of his neck and rubbed her naked center against his crotch. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her more tightly to his body as she continued to pleasure herself. The rough texture of his jeans was almost painful as it scraped back and forth along her clit. “Jason,” she wailed plaintively. “I need you.”

Wanting the same thing she did, Jason soon had his pants down around his hips, once again letting his underwear be the only barrier between them. Unable to resist, Jason molded the material to his cock and thrust into her. Elizabeth gasped when he managed to insert almost half of his rigid shaft inside her. “Damn, you feel so good,” he growled, surging forward again and again until she was sobbing deliriously.

With one hand on either side of her, palms flat against the wall, Jason pushed his arms into her thighs, forcing them higher and wider apart. The new position left Elizabeth completely exposed, and she lifted her head to stare into his eyes, instinctively knowing he wanted to watch her go over the edge. Her agonized cry, along with the way her body convulsed around him, provoked his climax, and, for the second time that day, Jason came in his underwear.

The phone rang suddenly, startling him so much that he almost dropped her. Pulling away from her, Jason set her down gently on the floor and ran for the phone. “Hello,” he panted.

“Jason, it’s Dad. Mom and I are on our way home. If traffic isn’t too heavy, we should be there in about forty-five minutes or so.”

“Okay, Dad. Drive safely and I’ll see you when you get here.”

Elizabeth was already half-dressed by the time Jason hung up the phone, figuring it was time to leave. “Are you sorry you brought me here?” she asked hesitantly.

“No, baby,” Jason smiled. “Being with you this way was wonderful.”

“Good. I was hoping you didn’t feel guilty or anything.”

“Nope, just very happy.”

“I’m glad because I’m happy too,” Elizabeth said, watching as he pulled his jeans over his muscular legs. A shirt quickly covered his top half and she sighed, thinking that a man with as body as beautiful as Jason’s shouldn’t have to wear clothing.

They held hands walking out to the truck, where Jason lifted her onto the passenger seat before going around to the other side. The drive home was spent in a comfortable silence, with each one alternating caressing the other’s hand or shoulder or thigh. Elizabeth had never felt safer in her life.

“It doesn’t look like anybody is home,” Jason frowned, pulling the truck up next to the curb.

“Mom and Dad probably went to get something to eat, and who knows where Sarah is.”

“I don’t like you being here alone at night.”

“Jason, you’re sweet, but I’ll be fine.”

He helped her out of the truck and walked her to the door, seizing the opportunity to give her a goodnight kiss since no one was around to see it. “When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know. Mom is taking Sarah and me clothes shopping tomorrow. School starts on Wednesday, you know.”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Would it be possible for me to pick you up and bring you home?”

“You mean Wednesday?” she asked.

“No, I was kind of thinking it would be an everyday thing.”

He was stammering a little and staring down at her feet, and Elizabeth thought he was so cute she wanted to melt into his arms and never leave. Despite everything the two of them had done earlier in the evening, he was still just a little unsure of himself, and it was most adorable. “I’d love to ride to school with you, Jason, but isn’t it a little out of your way?”

“You’re worth it,” he declared fervently, his eyes finally rising up to meet hers.

Fitting her key into the lock, Elizabeth gave him a quick kiss and opened the door. “Great, I’ll see you on Wednesday.”



Jason was flying so high on the way home that he didn’t even notice the sheriff deputy’s car by the side of the road. The siren startled him, and he groaned at the sight of flashing blue lights in his rearview mirror. Pulling over to the side of the road, he searched for his license and registration. “Well, Jason Morgan, I thought that was you.”

“Tank,” he exclaimed. “What are you doing in uniform? Last I heard you were still in the army.”

“I got out a few months ago and traveled for a while. A couple of weeks ago, I applied for a job with the sheriff’s office.”

Shaking his head in surprise, Jason studied the man who had been a mentor to him when he was growing up. The wide shoulders and enormous chest muscles had made him a great offensive lineman, hence the nickname. “You look great, man.”

“You know me. I love to hit the gym and lift.”

The warm glow of seeing an old friend started to fade when Jason remembered the circumstances. “You’re going to give me a ticket, aren’t you?” he stated glumly.

“No way, dude. You weren’t even speeding.”

“Then why did you stop me?”

“I just wanted to scare the shit out of you.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Jason laughed. “Why don’t you come over tomorrow and we’ll play some pool in the barn?”

“Sounds good to me. I suppose your old man would have a cow if I brought along some beer.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

“Good deal,” Tank chuckled, rapping Jason’s head with his knuckles before returning to his patrol car.

Pulling the truck back onto the road, Jason realized he better hurry if he was going to beat his parents home. He managed to make it to his room and straighten up a bit before he heard their car in the driveway. Throwing a couple of Car and Driver magazines on his bed to make it look like he had been reading, Jason sat down at his desk and waited for the inevitable knock on his door.

“Jason, it’s Mom.” The soft voice was accompanied by a light tapping on the door, and he smiled at how predictable she was. “May I come in?”

“Sure, Mom.”

She pushed the door open and walked into the room, giving her son a big hug and kiss while ruffling his hair despite very vocal objections. “That’s from Aunt Sally and Uncle Bob. By the way, she sent you some of your favorite chocolate chip pecan pie. Why don’t you come in the kitchen and eat a piece while I’m sorting out the vegetables she gave us? I feel like I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Sounds good to me. You know I’d do anything for a piece of her pie.”

Jason followed his mother into the kitchen, smiling when he saw that his father already had the television on in the living room, trying to find the Yankees game. His dad’s favorite activity was sitting back in his recliner and watching the Yankees play baseball. All at once, Jason’s world turned upside down when he spotted Elizabeth’s panties lying on the coffee table, partially covered by the newspaper.

“Could you reach up over the stove and get me one of those large Tupperware containers?”

“Underwear,” Jason mumbled.

“No, dear, not under. Over. You know, the ones over the stove.”

In a panic, Jason ran for the living room, snatching the remote control from his father with one hand and shoving Elizabeth’s panties out of sight with the other. “I think I know what channel it’s on,” he yelled, pressing the numbers for ESPN and praying he was right. The game appeared, and Jason smiled weakly in the direction of his father, who was staring at him like he’d lost his mind.

“Thanks, son, but you needn’t have troubled yourself. I’d have found it eventually.”

“I really could use that Tupperware container, Jason.”

“Coming, Mom,” he shouted, knocking the newspaper off the coffee table on his way by. Fortunately his dad was enthralled with the game, and Jason managed to pick up Elizabeth’s panties and push them down into his pocket without being seen. A quick dash into the kitchen, and he retrieved the plastic container his mom wanted, gasping for breath as he handed it to her.

“Are you all right, sweetheart? You’re acting a little strange.”

“I’m fine, Mom.” Grabbing a fork, he took a seat at the table and inhaled the piece of pie, polishing it off so fast that he almost choked. “Is it all right if I go back to my room? I wanted to check the internet to see how much a new muffler for the truck is going to cost.”

His mom nodded distractedly, her mind focused on all the vegetables lying on the counter as she wondered how she was going to store them. Making his getaway while he could, Jason retreated to his room and turned on the computer. “Damn, that was a close call,” he muttered.

With his mind drifting back to Elizabeth, he entered the words “dry humping” into the search category on Yahoo and waited for the results. The number of hits he got amazed him, and Jason picked a random site and clicked on it, interested to see what information he would find. He scanned through most of the first page until a question about pregnancy caught his attention. The answer hit him like a sledgehammer: It is possible to become pregnant while engaging in sexual intercourse while fully clothed, if the man ejaculates and the semen soaks through the clothing and reaches the woman’s vagina. The greatest risk occurs when the clothing is thin and the couple rubs together for a long time after the man ejaculates.*

“No,” he groaned, hardly able to believe what he was reading. The realization that he had to tell Elizabeth finally penetrated his brain, and he reached for the phone with shaking hands. It rang several times, and Jason was beginning to think she had gone out or fallen asleep. “Pick up, pick up.”

“Hello?”

“Elizabeth?”

“Hey, Jason. What’s up?”

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to get her upset, not that she wasn’t going to be upset when she heard what he had to say. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah, everybody else is still out. Why?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“You sound upset, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“Elizabeth, you know I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you.”

“Okay, you’re starting to scare me.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to freak or anything, but I was at this website reading about dry humping and it said that pregnancy can actually occur that way. I’m sure it rarely happens …”

Elizabeth cut him off before he could go any further into the details. “Jason, there is no need to worry. I’m on the pill.”

“What?”

“Yeah, my periods were always painful and irregular, so about two years ago my mom took me to the gynecologist and she put me on the pill. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t think it was relevant yet.”

“What a relief,” he sighed. “I was feeling like such a jerk.”

Not wanting to listen to them drone on and on, Sarah quietly hung up the phone, her mind already starting to devise various plans to get her revenge. She had been sleeping when Jason called, waking up to a dark room as she fumbled around for the light switch. Answering at the same time as Elizabeth, Sarah was about to hang up when she realized who it was. She stayed on the line, hoping to discover something she could use against them, but she had no idea she would hit the mother lode. Before long, her dear, sweet sister was going to be in deep shit, and Jason was going to be right alongside her.


*Information obtained from a University of California at Santa Barbara website.

[JRK Archiver]

Chapter 7 NC17
Summary: Sarah is trying to stir up trouble again.

“And once again I kicked your ass,” Jason smirked.

“Watch how you speak to your elders, boy.”

“What, should I call you Mr. Tank now?”

“Just shut the fuck up and throw me another beer.” Tank sank down onto the sofa with a mock scowl on his face. He caught the bottle Jason lobbed at him and popped the cap. “You do shoot a mighty mean game of pool though.”

“Thanks,” Jason smiled, opening another beer for himself before straddling a chair across from the sofa.

“Tell me what else is going on in your life.”

A faraway look came into Jason’s eyes as he told Tank about Elizabeth, not all the specifics, of course, but enough to let his friend know just how important she was to him. “It’s hard to believe that we’ve only known each other for such a short time.”

“Yeah, you’re a goner, man. It’s written all over you.”

“I’ve never felt this way before,” Jason admitted.

“That sister of hers sounds like trouble though.”

“Sarah? She’s just spoiled, used to getting what she wants. I’ve made it clear I’m not interested, so that’s the end of it.”

Tank sighed and rubbed his hand across his forehead. “Jason, sometimes you’re very naïve. Girls like Sarah don’t just give up.”

“What can she do, Tank?”

“I’m saying you better watch your back.”

“Point taken,” Jason said. “You ready for a rematch?”

“Bring it on. This time I’m kicking your ass.”



Elizabeth tried on three different outfits before finally managing to choose what to wear for the first day of school. Jason was picking her up in forty-five minutes, and she still had to eat breakfast, brush her teeth, and put on her makeup. Finishing ten minutes early, she waited for him on the front porch. When he pulled the truck up next to the curb, she opened the door and called to her parents.

“Mom, Dad. I’m leaving for school now.”

“Have a good day,” they answered in unison.

The distance from the porch to the street seemed much longer than usual, but Elizabeth didn’t want to appear overly anxious to see Jason. He was waiting for her beside the passenger door, and she flashed him a shy smile. “Thanks for giving me a ride to school.”

“Are you going to thank me every morning?” he winked.

She giggled as he lifted her onto the seat. “Probably.”

Jason buckled her in and walked around to the driver’s side. He slipped behind the wheel and started the truck. After driving a couple of miles, he pulled in behind a seafood restaurant and stepped on the brakes hard. The truck squealed to a stop, and Elizabeth gave him a strange look. Before she could say anything, he slid across the bench seat until he was right beside her, one hand undoing her seatbelt and the other pulling her on top of him.

Wanting to feel him as intimately as possible, Elizabeth straddled him and sat down, rocking back and forth along the hard length of his erection while he took her mouth over and over again. “Stop, baby,” Jason groaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

The undulations of her pelvis gradually ceased, accompanied by a heavy sigh as Elizabeth tried to get her raging hormones under control. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Next time we’re alone, I want to sleep with you.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m positive. I’m on the pill so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy.”

“You’re not even sixteen yet, sweetheart.”

“Uh huh. Tell me something, Jason. How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

He buried his face in her hair and mumbled “no comment.”

Nipping at his earlobe with her teeth, Elizabeth whispered an impassioned plea. “I want you to be my first, Jason. Please say you will.”

“I’m a man, not a saint. There’s no way I’m turning down that offer. Just be sure, because I don’t want to hurt you or pressure you in any way.”

“I am sure.”

“Damn,” Jason swore, glancing down at his watch. “We’re going to be late on your first day.”

He gave her a quick kiss before lifting her off of him and getting back behind the wheel. Breaking almost every traffic law, Jason got them to the school parking lot ten minutes before the start of classes. “This is the main building,” he said, pulling up to the curb. “The office is just inside, first door on the right. They should have your schedule for you.”

Elizabeth nodded and stepped down from the truck, holding tightly to the handle above her seat until one foot was firmly on the ground. “Thanks.”

“Meet me after your first class if you can. I’ll be in the math and science building, which is just behind this one.”

“Okay, see you then.”



First period seemed to drone on forever. History was far from her favorite subject, and the teacher only added to her dislike when he announced that pop quizzes would be given once a week. Letting her mind drift, she pictured Jason’s face, thinking about how excited he would be when she told him her big news. Due to a conflict between German IV (Honors) and sophomore lunch, the school had no choice but to assign her a different lunch period. And, lucky for her, it was the senior lunch slot. She and Jason would be able to eat together every day.

Everyone got up suddenly, and Elizabeth realized they were being released early. Making her way to the next building, she followed a crowd through the double doors and started looking around for Jason. Suddenly, she spotted Sarah leaning against a locker, surrounded by a number of people who were no doubt part of the “popular” clique. Her sister pointed at her and said something, making the entire group laugh.

Jason appeared at the end of the hall, and, as he walked toward her, Elizabeth had a few seconds of doubt, wondering if he were somehow part of a plot Sarah had formulated to humiliate her in front of the whole school. Then he was pulling her into his arms and kissing her, in front of everyone, and all her doubts disappeared.

Sarah’s mouth tightened at the display, but Elizabeth and Jason were too busy to notice. “I missed you,” Jason sighed.

“It’s only been an hour.”

“That’s an hour too long.”

“I’ve got some good news,” she said excitedly. “I had to take German during the regular sophomore lunch period, so they gave me the senior lunch period instead.”

“Are you serious?” Jason picked her up and swung her around. “That’s awesome. We can eat together every day. And you won’t have to be subjected to cafeteria food.”

Her face fell at his implication. “Sophomores can’t leave campus for lunch.”

“Nobody will know.”

“Really?” she asked, her face brightening once again.

“Really. They never check the people leaving campus.”

“Wow, this has been a great day already.”

“It’ll only get better,” Jason promised. “How about I walk with you to find your locker?”

They held hands along the way, drawing considerable attention. “Why is everyone staring at us?” she wondered.

“Because you’re so beautiful.”

“And you’re sweet, but I don’t think that’s it.”

“Who cares? I don’t even speak to most of these people.”

Jason pointed to her locker, and she opened it, setting all her books except one on the shelf. Threading the lock through the holes, Elizabeth checked her pocket to make sure she had the combination written down and then snapped it shut. “So, what do you have next?”

“AP Calculus.”

“I have Algebra II.”

He checked her schedule for the room number. “Good, you’re right down the hall from me. Meet me afterwards.”

“Where are you off to?”

“Coach wants to meet with me. I think he’s worried that I’ll decide not to play baseball this year.”

“Okay, I’ll see you after math class.”



Fifteen minutes after her math class started, it was over. The teacher called roll, passed out a syllabus and assigned homework before dismissing them with a grin that said she remembered what it was like to be a teenager. Jason’s class was still in session, so Elizabeth walked around the building to familiarize herself with the layout. The first guy that bumped into her didn’t arouse any suspicions, but, when three more guys followed suit, she started to feel very uncomfortable. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, and she turned around with a grateful sigh, sure that it was Jason.

An unfamiliar face had her squirming to get away. “What’s the matter, honey? Am I not your type? I didn’t realize you were so picky, not after you gave it up to Jason Morgan so quickly.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now let go of me,” Elizabeth demanded.

“Ooh, I like it when girls play hard to get,” the stranger taunted. “How about we go to the little boy’s room, and you get down on your knees for me?”

All at once, Jason was pulling him away from her, standing between them with anger radiating from him in waves. “Keep your fucking hands off her.”

“My bad, dude. I just thought you were done with her. Didn’t realize you wanted seconds.”

Jason shoved him up against the lockers, and a crowd gathered. An assistant principal turned the corner and immediately assessed the situation. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” Jason muttered. “We were just playing around.”

“Do it on your own time. Doesn’t everyone have some place they need to be?”

The group scattered, and Jason turned around to Elizabeth, frowning when he saw the wetness in her eyes. “I’m sorry he said those things, sweetie.”

“How could you tell anybody what happened between us?”

“What? I didn’t. There’s no way I would talk about you like that.”

“Well, I sure as hell didn’t say anything, so how did he know?”

“Elizabeth, he didn’t ‘know’ anything. He’s just an asshole.”

“He wasn’t the only one, Jason. Since I got out of math class, all the guys have been bumping into me and giving me weird looks. I trusted you, and you …” She burst into tears and pushed past him down the hallway.

Sarah watched from a distance, smiling when she saw him slam his fist into a random locker. Everything was going according to plan.



By the time Biology rolled around, Elizabeth had a throbbing headache. It was the worst day of her life, by far, and she just wanted it to be over. Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around to see a cute red headed girl with freckles giving her a friendly smile. “Hi, I’m Gwen.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Gwen. I’m Elizabeth.”

“So, you’re with Jason Morgan. Lucky you. He’s so dreamy.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“Some girl was talking about it in the hall. You know, blonde hair, big boobs, one of the popular types.”

The truth hit her so hard it took her breath away. Pulling a picture from her wallet, Elizabeth showed it to Gwen. “Is this her?”

“Yeah, why do you have a picture of her?”

“She’s my sister.”

Gwen blushed and immediately tried to apologize. “I didn’t mean to say anything bad about her.”

“It’s not a problem. She hates me, and I pretty much feel the same way about her.”

“Hmm, makes me glad I’m an only child. I don’t understand though. Does this mean you’re not with Jason?”

“No, I am with Jason, but Sarah is spreading lies about our relationship.” Elizabeth quickly filled her in on everything that had happened after math class.

“What a bitch,” Gwen exclaimed.

“Yeah, but the worst part is I doubted Jason. How could I ever think that he would say such things about me?”

“You were upset, and you weren’t thinking clearly. He’ll understand.”

“I hope you’re right,” Elizabeth said. “You know you’re the first person in this school that I’ve liked, aside from Jason.”

“As long as you don’t like us in the same way,” Gwen snickered.

“Ha, ha.”

The next fifty minutes seemed like a week. Elizabeth thought the class was never going to end. As soon as the bell rang, she made a beeline for the door, planning to scour the campus for Jason. Fortunately, there was no need; he was waiting for her in the hallway. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured, burying her face in his chest.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, baby. I’m just sorry you were hurt.”

“Yes, I do have to apologize. It was so wrong of me to even imagine that you would talk about us that way. But I know who did.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was Sarah.”

“You think she’s spreading rumors just to make your life miserable?” Jason’s jaw clenched in anger, and he felt like wringing Sarah’s neck.

“I think it’s more than that. When you called the other night, I thought everyone was out of the house. But, a few minutes after I hung up the phone, Sarah wandered into the bathroom. She was much nicer to me than usual, telling me that I could borrow some of her clothes if I wanted for the first day of school. I told her I thought she had gone out with Mom and Dad, and she said she had just woken up from a nap.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When you called, I think Sarah answered the phone at the same time I did.”

“Which means she may have heard our entire conversation.”

“Exactly.”

“Tank warned me about her,” Jason muttered.

“Is that your deputy friend that you told me about?”

“Yeah.”

“What did he say about Sarah?”

“He said that girls like her don’t just give up.”

“Smart man. So, what are we going to do about her?”

“Right this minute? Nothing. I’m taking you out to lunch.”

“What if I’m not hungry?”

“Who said anything about food?”

They raced each other to the truck, arriving breathless and horny. Jason unlocked the passenger door and lifted her onto the seat. She spread her legs and pulled him into her, rubbing her crotch shamelessly against him. “I want you so bad,” he growled.

“Then have me. Take us somewhere private and fuck me.”

“You don’t want your first time to be in a truck.”

“Jason, I don’t care where my first time is, as long as it’s with you.”

He pushed her inside and slammed the door shut. It took almost no time for them to get off the campus because everyone else had already left. Elizabeth didn’t ask where they were going; in fact, neither one of them spoke until Jason stopped the truck in a wooded area. By the time he unbuckled his seatbelt, she was all over him, ripping his shirt over his head and yanking at the button on his jeans.

“Wait,” he gasped.

“I’m tired of waiting.” She finally got the button undone, and the zipper quickly followed. Reaching under her skirt, Elizabeth pulled down her panties and positioned herself over him, guiding his pulsing cock inside her with one hand as she clutched at his shoulder with the other hand.

Easing his hands under her shirt, Jason unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts for his touch. He could feel the evidence of her virginity as she slowly impaled herself on his thick shaft. Before he could ask her again if she was sure she wanted to have sex, Elizabeth took a deep breath and sat down hard, crying out when the thin piece of tissue gave way.

Pinching her nipples to distract her, Jason kissed her sweetly, hoping the pain she felt was only temporary. She gradually started to relax, arching her back to give herself more fully to him. His thumbnails scraped across her nipples as he cupped her small mounds firmly. Elizabeth returned the favor in kind, raking her nails along his chest. His hips surged upward in reaction, and she moaned and started rocking against him. Giving her breasts a final squeeze, Jason dug his fingers into her hips as he worked her back and forth. Her pussy was tight, and he didn’t know how long he was going to last in her wet heat.

“Does it still hurt?”

“No,” she sighed. “It feels incredible. Do it harder. Harder and deeper.”

Wrapping his arms tightly around her, Jason moved her slender body up and down as he thrust into her. He could hear her voice in his ear, begging him for more, and he swore out loud, frustrated by the confines of the truck. Taking a chance that no one was around, he kicked off his pants and maneuvered his way out the door, still safely ensconced in her pussy.

As soon as the door was shut, he slammed her against it, driving his cock so far into her that he bottomed out. Her legs wrapped around his hips, urging him to move faster. “Aw, baby, you’re so fucking sweet,” he grunted, pressing his face against the soft, smooth curve of her neck. His hips rolled in a circular motion, opening her up with his size.

“I wish you could always be inside me.”

Her words made him crazy, and Jason pounded into her, battering her small opening with his massive rod. She was sobbing his name in a staccato-like rhythm as he knocked the breath out of her with every thrust. The sight of Elizabeth bouncing on his dick was like nothing he had ever experienced, and he knew he would be coming any second. Pushing up on the bottom of her thighs, Jason changed his angle of entry so that he was grazing her clit with every stroke.

The sensation of her wet walls convulsing around him triggered his own orgasm, and he held her still while he buried himself to the hilt, spilling his seed as far inside her body as he could. Jason’s breathing slowly returned to normal, and he twisted his wrist around to check the time on his watch. “We have to go soon, baby.”

“Just hold me another minute,” Elizabeth whispered.

“You’re not ...” Jason paused and swallowed hard, “you’re not sorry, are you?”

She caressed his face tenderly with her hands. “No, I’m definitely not sorry. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“And it was good for you?”

“Actually, it was great for me. When can we do it again?”

“I’ve created a monster,” Jason laughed.

“Yeah, and now you have to keep me satisfied.”

He pushed her hair back and nuzzled the sensitive area behind her ear. “I’ll keep you satisfied and then some.”

His hot breath on her neck made Elizabeth shiver. “When?”

“Do you think your parents will let you come over to the house tonight?”

“Maybe. I don’t have any homework except math, and that should only take a few minutes. Why don’t I just call them after school? If they say yes, we can go straight to your place.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Jason pulled out of her with great reluctance, and her legs released him, sliding to the ground as he gently lowered her to her feet. Elizabeth waited until they were dressed and on the road again before asking him the question that she knew was on his mind too. “What are we going to do about Sarah?”

“I don’t know yet. But she’s got to pay. No one hurts you and gets away with it. Not even your own sister.”

“Especially my own sister.”

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Chapter 8 NC17
Summary: Elizabeth experiences something new. Tank has a plan for dealing with Sarah.

Elizabeth awakened from a deliciously decadent dream with a smile on her face, a full ten minutes before her alarm was set to go off. The sore, achy tenderness between her legs, as she stretched lazily across the bed, led to an audible sigh of satisfaction. In the three weeks that she and Jason had been fucking, they’d been together so many times she lost count: before school, during lunch, after school, any and every time they managed to grab a few minutes alone.

And Jason was far from being the typical teenaged boy, lost in the pursuit of his own pleasure. He was almost obsessed in his single-minded determination that she climax at least once, and often three or four times, before he joined her in orgasmic bliss. Every day he seemed intent on showing her something new. Two nights ago, they had been able to make love in a real bed for the first time, since his parents were out of town. Jason had initiated her into fucking doggy-style, and it was already her favorite position. The only thing they hadn’t done yet was oral sex, although it wasn’t from lack of trying on his part.

Strangely enough, at least to her, he was more interested in eating her out than he was in having a blow job, but Elizabeth was much more comfortable with the latter than the former, even if she didn’t have a clue as to what to do. Every time she offered though, Jason politely declined, unless she would allow him to reciprocate. The last time he tried to convince her to change her mind, he licked the outer shell of her ear and then bit her earlobe sharply before whispering, “I just want you to fuck my face, baby.”

His hot breath made her quiver, and Elizabeth was on the verge of giving in to his request when her cell phone rang. By the time she ended the conversation with her dad, Jason was pushing his way inside her and the earlier conversation was quickly forgotten. She had made a decision though; the next time he broached the subject, her answer was going to be a resounding yes. Unfortunately, there hadn’t been a next time. Her patience was wearing thin, and, after a heart-to-heart with Gwen, who had become her best friend and confidant, Elizabeth concluded that she would have to take the matter into her own hands.

A quick glace into Sarah’s room showed her still asleep; not that Elizabeth was surprised, of course. What else would her sister be doing at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning? Easing her body into the tub, Elizabeth moaned with delight as the hot water soothed her sensitive muscles. Thoughts of Jason raced through her head, and her right hand wandered down between her thighs, rubbing back and forth as she tried to imitate the way he touched her. With two fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her vagina, Elizabeth brushed her thumb firmly over the swollen bundle of nerves, left hand gripping the tub so tightly that it turned white as she hurtled toward her release.

“Poor little Lizzie. Can’t find a man to make her come so she has to do it herself.”

The mocking tone of Sarah’s voice broke through her pleasure-induced trance, and Elizabeth snatched her hand away, a guilty flush spreading over her face and neck. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

Sarah smiled, a mean, nasty smile, and rolled her eyes. “Haven’t you ever heard of locking the door?”

“Get out,” Elizabeth snapped.

“Sorry, Sis, but this is my bathroom too. There’s no need for you to be embarrassed though. I’m sure lots of girls like you have to get themselves off.”

“Do you practice being a bitch, or does it just happen naturally?”

“What’s the matter, little girl? Did I hurt your feelings?”

“Not particularly. You know nothing about my sex life, so it doesn’t matter what you think.”

“Saying the words “sex life” implies that you have one, sister dear.”

“Like I said …” Elizabeth grinned and looked away, knowing how much her sister hated it when she acted mysterious.

“You’re so fucking funny, Elizabeth. Jason couldn’t possibly be attracted to you. He’s only trying to make me jealous.”

Elizabeth burst out laughing, amazed at Sarah’s ability to spin the facts. “You’re fucking delusional. Jason would never be interested in a slut like you. You’ve probably spread your legs for half the guys at school already, and we’ve only been here a few weeks.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Lizzie. If any guy had shown the slightest interest in what’s between your legs, you would have given it up in a heartbeat.”

“Hmm, you might be right, Sarah. I certainly gave it up to Jason awfully fast.”

“Keep dreaming,” Sarah snorted, but her mouth tightened in displeasure, leaving Elizabeth quite pleased with herself. Noticing the self-satisfied smirk on her sister’s face, Sarah stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.



“What about these?” Gwen suggested, holding the package up in front of Elizabeth’s face.

“Strawberry? What if Jason doesn’t like strawberry?”

“It also comes in peach, cherry and chocolate.”

“I never imagined myself buying edible body paint,” Elizabeth giggled.

Gwen frowned as she read the back of the package. “It says here that the paint can get matted in your hair. Are you sure you want to put it, well, you know, there?”

Elizabeth blushed and looked down at the floor, mumbling, “I shaved,” so quietly that Gwen had to ask her to repeat herself. “I shaved,” she whispered, glancing around to make sure no one heard her.

“Cool. Was it uncomfortable?”

“Not really, it just itches a little.”

“So, now all you have to do is decide on a flavor.”

“Why don’t I get all of them?”

“Dude, they’re ten bucks apiece.”

“Yeah, that would be forty bucks, plus tax,” Elizabeth said, checking her wallet for any extra cash she might have missed. “I’ve only got twenty-six dollars, but that means I can still buy two. Which ones should I get?”

“Well, the cherry flavor would be symbolic, and most people seem to like peaches.”

Elizabeth nodded in agreement and grabbed a box of each. “Good, let me pay for these and we can go by the food court and eat lunch. I’m starving.”



The evening did not begin well. Jason arrived early, and Elizabeth was still upstairs getting ready. Jeff and Angela were dining out, which meant that Sarah was alone with him for the better part of ten minutes. He was irritable when Elizabeth finally ventured down the stairs, muttering “it’s about time,” under his breath. She was hurt by his attitude, and pulled away when he tried to put his arm around her shoulders. Sarah smiled in the background, not at all unhappy about any damage she managed to inflict on the two of them.

“What is your problem?” Jason grumbled, when Elizabeth jerked away from him and climbed up into the truck on her own.

“I don’t have a problem, but if you’re going to be so grouchy maybe I should just stay home.”

“Excuse the hell out of me if I don’t want to sit downstairs with Sarah while you take your own sweet time. She gives me the creeps.” He leaned over to buckle her seatbelt, snatching it out of her hand with an angry glare. All at once, he sniffed several times before leaning over her again. “I smell cherries … and something else … like peaches.”

“It’s me,” Elizabeth said in a small voice.

“That’s an interesting perfume.”

“It’s not perfume; it’s edible body paint.” Jason’s mouth dropped open as he stared at her in shock. “What?” she asked, feeling a bit defensive.

“Where is it?” he demanded hoarsely.

“All over, but especially between my legs.” Elizabeth fixed her eyes on the floorboard, mortified by the way things were playing out. The plan had been for him to find out when he undressed her, not for them to discuss it in the truck, both of them fully clothed.

Jason cupped her chin with his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

She swallowed hard and struggled to turn her head away, but he wouldn’t let her. “A few days ago, you wanted to …”

“To …” he prompted.

“Have oral sex. I said no, but I was about to change my mind when my dad called. Since then, you haven’t mentioned it once.”

Tangling his left hand in her silken tresses, Jason held her head in place while his right hand tightened on her chin. He nuzzled her neck briefly before moving his mouth directly over hers, stopping just short of touching her. Their breath mingled together, and her lips trembled in anticipation. “All you had to do was ask, baby.”

He was a scant millimeter away from her, and Elizabeth longed to close the distance, yet, instinctively, she knew that Jason wanted her to wait. “Consider this my way of asking.”

Jason nibbled teasingly on her bottom lip, and she dug her fingernails into his hard biceps, desperate for him to kiss her. He brushed his mouth against hers, eliciting a breathy moan that vibrated in the space between them. “Soon,” he promised, pulling back from her with a low-pitched chuckle.

Elizabeth swore a blue streak for the entire fifteen minutes that it took to get to his house. She hopped down from the truck before he could help her out, crossed her arms and sulked. Jason told her she had never looked more adorable, and then patted the back seat of his dirt bike. With only the slightest hesitation, she climbed on, wrapping her arms tightly around him when he seated himself in front of her.

The roar of the engine as Jason revved it up matched the storm raging inside of her, and she pressed her cheek into his back, loving the way he made her feel so safe and secure. When they got to the barn, he turned off the bike and lowered the kickstand. Elizabeth tried to stand, but her legs felt weak and shaky. Jason’s muscular arms held her up as he swung his leg over the seat. “Easy, baby.”

Before she could say a word, he was carrying her over to the barn, setting her down gently on the wooden floor. It took quite an effort for her to get to her feet, but she managed to do it by the time he pulled himself up into the barn. His blue eyes blazed a path down her body, the intensity prompting her to take a step back. “Strip for me, Elizabeth.”

“Jason, I …”

“Please.”

The simple, one-word entreaty was devastatingly effective, breaking down all of her resistance. Her tee shirt hit the floor, revealing the decorative patterns of paint placed randomly across her naked breasts. Jason steadied her shaking hands as she lowered the zipper on her blue jeans. He manipulated the denim material down her legs, freeing each foot carefully before tossing the garment aside. Elizabeth looked up at him, biting her bottom lip nervously when he removed her panties with one smooth motion.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

“I need you, Jason.”

He walked her backward to the couch, balancing her weight in his hands as he let her slowly descend onto the cushions. Licking his way across her chest, Jason took his time, allowing her to experience the roughness of his tongue on her hardened nipples. The sharp edge of his teeth sent her into a frenzy, and he picked up the pace, sucking tender morsels of flesh into his mouth along the way. When he reached her belly button, his tongue swirled inside, lapping at the peach body paint she had painstakingly applied.

Elizabeth’s fingers raked through his thick, blonde hair in an attempt to guide him further south, but he refused to be hurried. Several minutes passed, with Jason’s attention still focused on her abdomen, so she garnered all her strength and made a last ditch effort to get him between her thighs. Placing her legs on his shoulders, Elizabeth arched her lower body upward, while pushing his head down, making her intentions perfectly clear. “Damn it, Jason. You’re driving me crazy.”

Suddenly, his hands were under her ass, lifting her pelvis up to his face. Working around the periphery, Jason scoured the smooth, porcelain skin of her inner thighs, licking them clean with long, hard strokes before nibbling softly on her clean-shaven mound. It did not escape his notice that the flavor of the body paint changed from peach to cherry when he reached his final destination, and Jason smiled at her sense of irony.

“Can I have your cherry?”

Her response was firm and unmistakable, as she shoved his face against her throbbing center. Growing impatient himself, Jason slid his hands forward so he could hold her open with his thumbs. The first swipe of his tongue had her screaming his name, and he tightened his grip on her ass, positioning her in front of him like she was a feast to devour; and, devour he did. Toying with her clit until it was red and swollen, Jason held her open even wider and drilled the pointed edge of his tongue as far into her pussy as he could reach, over and over again.

By the time he finished tongue-fucking her, Elizabeth was beyond words, beyond thought, beyond anything more than thrusting her pelvis toward him and praying he never stopped. He sucked her engorged clit into his mouth, and she truly believed she had died and gone to heaven. Shuddering convulsively beneath him, Elizabeth climaxed with an ear-splitting, high-pitched wail that Jason could hardly believe emanated from her small body.

“Hello, anybody in there?”

“Shit,” Jason swore, hopping up from the sofa in a frantic search for Elizabeth’s clothes. He threw them at her and headed for the door, hoping to head whomever it was off at the pass.

Tank grinned at Jason’s disheveled appearance. “What’s up, sport? Did you forget about asking me to come over?”

“Actually, I did.” Jason glanced over his shoulder, ensuring that Elizabeth was dressed, before he bent over to give his friend a hand into the barn.

“I take it my timing sucks, so to speak,” Tank commented dryly.

Jason took a deep breath and reminded himself to be patient. He could kill Tank later, after the problem named Sarah was resolved. “Tank, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth. Sweetie, this is my old buddy, Tank.”

“Elizabeth, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said shyly.

Unable to resist the temptation, Tank stepped toward Jason, studying the younger man’s face with narrowed eyes. “You’ve got something on your mouth there, boy.” Jason turned ten shades of red and yanked his shirt up to his mouth, wiping furiously. Tank winked at Elizabeth, who dissolved in a fit of giggles, earning her a cross look from Jason.

“Aww, were you two in the middle of something? Should I leave and come back later?”

Elizabeth walked up behind Jason and wrapped her arms around him. “That’s not necessary, Tank. We had just finished … or rather I had. Perhaps you heard me screaming as you arrived.”

“Well, now that you mention it,” he chuckled.

“Enough,” Jason stated firmly, tilting his head back to place a bruising kiss on Elizabeth’s mouth. She melted into the kiss, still able to taste herself on his lips. When Jason pulled away, the sweet longing in her dark blue eyes had him hard despite the circumstances.

“You’re very lucky, my friend,” Tank offered, taking a seat at the far end of the couch.

Jason smiled in acknowledgment, settling his weight onto the other end of the couch and pulling Elizabeth across his lap. “So, have you come up with any ideas?”

“Yeah, I came up with one, but she might not like it seeing as how Sarah is her sister.”

“We’ve discussed the situation, and Elizabeth and I both think you’re right. Sarah is dangerous.”

“Elizabeth, does your sister ever speed?”

“Yeah, she’s been known to break the speed limit from time to time.”

“When you say she breaks the speed limit, do you mean she sometimes does five over, or she regularly does fifteen over?”

“Somewhere in between,” Elizabeth frowned, trying to remember the times she had ridden with her sister. “Once, when we were living in New Mexico, we were pulled over because she was going 63 mph in a 45 mph zone. The guy let her go because she promised to go out with him.”

“Very good,” Tank smiled. “That’s exactly the kind of thing I’m thinking of doing.”

“You want her to bribe you with sex?”

Mindful of just how young Elizabeth was, Tank was quick to provide reassurance. “I’m not going to actually do anything with her, well, nothing more than kissing anyway. Otherwise, I could lose my job. I just want to get Sarah to say out loud what she’s willing to do, and we could get it on tape.”

“Good plan,” Elizabeth said excitedly. “That’s exactly the kind of ammunition we need.”

“Dad has a videocam that he sometimes uses for weddings, when the bride and groom don’t hire professionals. I’ve used it a few times.”

“Can you set it up in my bedroom, in a place that Sarah wouldn’t notice?” Tank questioned, with a healthy amount of skepticism.

“O’ ye of little faith,” Jason scoffed. “Of course I can do that.”

“Then we’re all set. All I need to know now is when she’s leaving and where she’s going.”

“If you give me your cell phone number,” Elizabeth proposed, “I’ll call you as soon as I have some information.”

Tank wrote down his number on the back of a business card and handed it to her. “Works for me. By the end of the week, Sarah should be singing a different tune.”

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Chapter 9 Rated R - NC17

“Have you seen my blue sweater?” Sarah demanded, stomping into Elizabeth’s room with a scowl on her face.

“No, street whore is not my style.”

“You think you’re so fucking funny. I can’t wait until Jason dumps your ass. You’re such a loser that you don’t even know he’s playing you.”

“Hmm, playing with me would be more accurate.”

Furious at the smirk on Elizabeth’s face, Sarah reached out and snatched the magazine she was reading right out of her hand. “I wish you had never been born. You don’t belong in this family.”

Elizabeth calmly picked up another magazine from the bottom shelf of her nightstand and started thumbing through it. “One guy pays attention to me and you go crazy. Do you know how pathetic that is?”

“I better not find that sweater in your closet later.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Elizabeth replied. “Please leave before I die of boredom.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going. Unlike you, I have a social life.”

Not bothering to look up from the article she was perusing, Elizabeth opined, “I find sex to be so much more interesting than a social life.”

“Says the girl who’s never had either one.”

“So what great, wonderful thing are you doing tonight?” Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and Elizabeth could only pray that Sarah wouldn’t find her interest unusual.

“Katie’s having a party and everyone who’s anyone is going to be there. Obviously that doesn’t mean you.”

“Like I care,” Elizabeth snorted.

Sarah flounced out of the room, and Elizabeth grabbed her cell phone to call Jason. “Hey, it’s me. Sarah is leaving to go to a party at Katie’s house. Do you know where that is?”

“Yeah, she lives a few miles down the road from me. I’ll call Tank and give him the heads up. What kind of car does she drive?”

“It’s a 2003 Crysler Sebring convertible.”

“What color is it?”

“Kind of a light sage.”

“Is that green?” Jason asked after a long pause.

“Yes, silly.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say that?”

“You’re such a guy.”

“Thank you. That means I’m logical. If a car is green, I say it’s green.”

“Quit being an asshole and call Tank,” Elizabeth demanded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And let me know the minute you hear anything.”



As soon as Tank got the call from Jason, he drove toward Katie’s house, finding a secluded place to park a couple of miles away. It wasn’t completely dark yet, so Tank was able to identify the vehicle when it went flying by him at 72 mph. “Seventeen over,” he said gleefully. “It’s a go.”

It took almost a mile for her to pull over. Tank figured she must have had the volume on the radio turned up so high that she didn’t hear the siren at first. After he got out of his vehicle, Tank assumed his most intimidating posture and sauntered up to her car. “License and registration.”

His indifference was very effective, much to his delight. Sarah’s hands were shaking as she reached into the glove compartment for the registration and then into her purse to get her license. “What’s the problem, Officer?”

“Deputy.”

“Sorry, Deputy.”

She flashed him a perky smile and it was all he could do not to laugh. “Do you realize you were going seventeen miles an hour above the posted speed limit?”

“Are you sure I was going that fast? I think my speedometer must be broken.”

“I’m positive. Please step out of the car.” Her eyes were wide with fright as she complied with his request, and Tank decided he better ease up before he scared her past the point of usefulness. “Now where would a pretty little thing like you be going in such a hurry?”

Sarah’s demeanor changed in an instant. “I’m going to a party at Katie Brinkman’s house. Her family lives a couple of miles up the road.”

“Well, I’m sorry to spoil the party for you, honey, but I’m going to have to write you a ticket.”

“Can’t you just give me a warning ticket?” Sarah pleaded, resting her small hand on his muscular forearm.

Tank ran his eyes down the length of her body and then back up again. “That depends. What are you willing to do for me in return?”

She gulped at the boldness of his question, not quite sure how far she was willing to go. Tank forced the issue, clicking on his pen and opening up his ticket book. “What do you want?” Sarah whispered.

“No dice, sweetheart. I’d just as soon write you the ticket. You’re the one that needs to convince me otherwise.”

“What time do you get off work?” Sarah shifted her weight back and forth a couple of times to call his attention to her short skirt.

“Nine o’clock, a couple of hours from now. How about you meet me at my place at ten?”

“Okay,” she agreed reluctantly. “But my curfew is midnight.”

“No problem. You ought to be able to work off the ticket before then.”

He scribbled his address and phone number down on the back of a raffle ticket receipt and handed it to her. “My name is Donnie Brown, by the way.” It had been Jason’s idea to use his real name, just to be on the safe side.

Sarah nodded absently, her fingers toying with the crumpled edge of the receipt. “Ten o’clock at your place.”

“You better not be playing games with me, little girl. If you’re not there by 10:05, I’ll have a buddy of mine track you down and shove the speeding ticket right in your face.”

“I’ll be there,” Sarah insisted. “You have my word.”

“Well, I feel so much better now.”

His sarcasm went unnoticed as Sarah opened the car door and slid behind the wheel. She looked around at Tank, seeking permission to leave, and he motioned her onto the highway. As soon as her taillights disappeared, Tank hurried to his patrol car and punched in Jason’s number on his cell phone.

“Tank, how did it go?”

“Like clockwork. She’ll be at my place at ten sharp so you better move your ass.”

“Will do.”

“Are you going to hang around for the fireworks?”

“Hell yes. I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Elizabeth deserves to be there too.”

“I’m calling her right now. Bye.”



As Jason expected, Elizabeth wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to see Sarah finally get what was coming to her. He had stopped by to pick her up on the way to Tank’s and the two of them were searching frantically for a place to hide the video camera.

“There’s no good place to put it,” Jason muttered. “Sarah’s not stupid; she’s probably already suspicious.”

Elizabeth grinned and shook her head. “No way. Sarah’s too scared to be suspicious. She knows she was speeding and she wants to make sure Mom and Dad don’t find out because that would ruin her ‘perfect daughter’ image.”

“If you say so. You know her better than I do.”

“Yes, and it better stay that way.”

“Please,” Jason protested, a horrified expression on his face. “I just ate dinner.”

“You’re so cute,” Elizabeth giggled, ruffling his hair with her fingers. Jason grunted his annoyance but didn’t pull away. His blue eyes were sparkling and his skin was warm beneath her touch as she slid her hand across his cheekbone. The words were out before Elizabeth could stop herself. “I love you.”

He stared at her in amazement, shaking his head like he wasn’t sure what he had heard. Terrified that she had made a horrible mistake, Elizabeth took a step back and tried to rectify the situation. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” she stammered. “Must be all the excitement.” The silence was unbearable, and Elizabeth turned away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment.

Jason finally came to life, wrapping his large, muscular arm around her waist and pulling her tight against him. His free hand cupped her chin, tilting her head back and to the side so he had access to her mouth. The kiss was magical, and Jason showed her with body language what he hadn’t been able to say with words. Elizabeth circled her arm around his neck, urging him closer as their mouths devoured each other. Faint from lack of oxygen, Jason tore his lips off of hers and flashed her a shy smile.

“I love you too, by the way.”

Remembering where they were, Elizabeth spun out of his grasp and looked down at her watch. “Jason, we have to hurry. Sarah will be here in thirty minutes.”

“And we still haven’t figured out where to put the video camera.”

She scoured the room, her eyes coming to rest on a triangular set of shelves in the corner. “How about over there, behind one of the plants?”

“We need a clear view,” he frowned.

“Okay, so we find something to prop the video camera up on, and then we arrange the leaves around the lens.”

“It could work.” Jason grabbed a pile of newspapers he spotted on a trunk at the end of Tank’s bed. Folding them in half, he placed them on the shelf and set the video camera on top. There were only a few inches between the wall and the camera, but Jason managed to fit his head into the small space to check the view.

“It’s pretty good, but there are a couple of leaves in the way. Can you move them?”

Not wanting to damage the plant, Elizabeth carefully eased the tiny branches away from the lens, entwining each one with the branch next to it. “How’s that?”

“Perfect. I need to make sure the angle is right though. Go stand by the bed for me.”

Feeling playful, she walked over to the bed and turned to face the corner. Jason’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her hands massaging her breasts. “Is it okay?”

“I’m not sure,” he said hoarsely. “Keep going.”

One hand trailed slowly down her side, brushing lightly across her hip before coming to rest between her legs. “How’s the view now?”

“Pretty damn good.”

The front door slammed, and Tank’s voice came wafting through the apartment. “Hey, guys. Where are you?”

Elizabeth grinned and blew Jason a kiss. “He certainly knows how to make an entrance.”

“No shit,” Jason grumbled.

Tank appeared in the doorway. “Is everything ready?”

“Basically. We were just checking the angle. It’ll probably work best if you remain standing.”

“No problem. I’m not out to take advantage of Sarah. I just want her to leave you two alone.”

“You’re a sweetheart,” Elizabeth declared, giving him a kiss on the cheek to let him know that she appreciated his sensitivity. Sarah was a bitch, but she was still family.

“So are you, short stuff.” Tank opened the closet door and pulled a clean shirt off a hanger. “Okay, unless you guys want to see me naked, I suggest you vacate the room for a couple of minutes.”

“Hmm, a ménage a trois.”

Jason did a double take as Tank burst out laughing. “You shouldn’t even know about such things.”

“You have no idea what I know,” Elizabeth proclaimed in a sassy voice.

“The only man you better be in bed with is me,” he growled.

Tank eyed his watch and motioned them toward the door. “Take it outside, children. It’s five minutes to ten.”

Once they were out of the room, he reached in the top drawer of his dresser and found a pair of clean boxer-briefs. It felt good to get out of his uniform, and he allowed himself a minute to enjoy the feeling before getting dressed again. “I’m decent.”

“That’s debatable.”

“If your girlfriend weren’t here, I’d kick your ass, boy.”

“You and what army?”

“Knock it off,” Elizabeth ordered, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “There’s no time for testosterone.”

The sound of the doorbell startled them. “Get in the closet.” Tank hissed. Jason and Elizabeth pushed past him, shoving his clothes out of the way so they’d have room to stand. “Wish me luck.”

Sarah was hoping against hope that he wasn’t home, and her face fell with disappointment when the door opened. “What’s wrong, honey? You don’t seem very happy to see me.”

“Can we just get this over with?”

“Yeah, come on in and I’ll be glad to give you that speeding ticket.”

“No, please don’t,” Sarah begged.

“Then lose the attitude.” She slipped past him, making sure their bodies didn’t touch. Tank shut the door behind her and took hold of her arm.

“The bedroom is this way.”

The bile was rising up in her throat as she followed him down the hall, but thinking about the consequences of a speeding ticket prompted her to lift her head and walk into the bedroom with an air of bravado. “What do you want?”

“What are you offering?” She walked around to the other side of the bed to get away from him, and Tank was grateful for that stroke of luck. Now he wouldn’t have to try to get her into position.

“I’m not fucking you.”

“Too bad. I bet you’ve got a sweet little pussy.” Jason saw Elizabeth’s mouth open indignantly at Tank’s comment, and he squeezed her hand in warning.

“You’re nothing but trash, you fucking bastard.”

“Why don’t you put that dirty mouth of yours to good use?” Tank suggested, running his thumb along her lower lip. His insolence infuriated her, but Sarah stifled her response, knowing it would only make things worse.

When she didn’t answer him, Tank took her in his arms, tangling his fingers roughly in her hair. The tears in her eyes gave him pause for thought until he remembered what she had done to Jason and Elizabeth. He kissed her suddenly, punishing her with his mouth. Sarah didn’t push him away, but he could feel her shaking against his body. The girl was a damned good actress; he had to give her that. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was a frightened little virgin.

Desperate for air, Sarah wrenched her mouth away from his, wiping it with the back of her hand. “Kissing is not part of the bargain,” she said coolly.

“Then get to it,” Tank retorted harshly.

She dropped down to her knees, her hand fumbling at his belt. “If I’m going to suck your dick, then I need some assurance that you won’t give me a ticket anyway.”

Feeling sick to his stomach, Tank called, “is that enough?”

The closet door opened, and Sarah looked up to see Elizabeth and Jason. “What are you doing here?” she screeched, scrambling to get to her feet.

Elizabeth smiled coldly at her sister. “Payback’s a bitch.”

The pieces of the puzzle came together in Sarah’s mind. “You set me up.” She glared at the three of them, all smirking at her, before smiling triumphantly. “You’re all idiots. It’s your word against mine.”

“Not exactly.” Jason retrieved the video camera from behind the plant as Sarah watched in stunned silence. He hit stop and then rewind and held it up in front of her. The fury in her eyes when he pressed play was a sight to behold. “Picture and sound,” he said mockingly.

“Turn it off.

“No, leave it on,” Elizabeth instructed.

“You can’t show that tape to anyone or Deputy Dog gets fired.”

“I’m afraid not,” Jason countered. “By the time I get through editing the tape, nobody will be able to tell who he is. You, on the other hand, will be clearly visible.”

“You self-righteous prick.”

Elizabeth dug her nails into Sarah’s arm and twisted it up behind her back. “That hurts,” Sarah wailed.

“Good. Listen up, Sarah. From now on, you don’t say anything about what Jason and I do, no matter what it is. You don’t speak to him. You don’t even look at him. If Mom and Dad are out and he comes over, we’ll do whatever we please and you won’t say one fucking word. Are we clear?”

“Yes, we’re clear. You can have the stupid asshole. I don’t even want him anymore.”

“I already have him,” Elizabeth stated quietly, releasing her sister’s arm with a heavy sigh.

Tank was standing by the bedroom door, trying to give them some privacy. Sarah’s lips trembled as she walked past him. Filled with a strange sense of regret, Tank whispered, “I’m sorry.”

The words were barely discernable, but Sarah heard them. “I hate you.”

He could still hear the venom in her voice long after she had left the room. The plan had gone off without a hitch, but nobody was celebrating.

[lj2]

this was great