—they were slipping into HER flaps just a few minutes ago—
—and he pulled hard. The glove compartment sprang open and the light inside illuminated the contents.
She screamed as soon as she saw the revolver.
He grabbed it with one hand and slammed the glove compartment with the other. Slowly, he climbed back into his seat, making sure the gun was in view at all times. Not that he had to bother, as Fiona’s eyes never left the gun for even a second.
She was shaking more now, cowering back in her seat, trying to get as far away from him as possible.
He reached forward, his free hand out, trying to calm her down, but she wouldn’t listen.
“No, no, no, no no no” she was saying over and over again.
“Hey,” he kept his voice calm and level, “don’t worry. Calm down. Hey, calm the fuck down!”
It didn’t work.
She was becoming hysterical.
“Don’t, please, just don’t hurt me. Please, no!”
“QUIET!” he yelled at the top of his voice.
That got her attention. She quickly shut up.
He waited a few seconds for Fiona to regain some control. He watched her, stared at her, counting to ten to give her time to get a grip.
“There’s no need to panic,” he finally said, making sure he sounded calm and level headed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Please don’t,” she whispered.
“You’ve got nothing to fear,” he continued. “I guess I just have to prove something to you.”
He dropped his eyes from hers and opened the revolver.
Yep, full. Good.
“Just be a good girl,” he whispered. “And no one will get hurt, okay?” Fiona nodded her head as she began to chew her bottom lip.
Andrew smiled and leaned towards her. She still cowered in the seat, but he managed to kiss her hard on the lips anyway.
Her eyes never left his as he leaned back into his seat.
She smiled a nervous smile at him.
I’ll show her, he thought. Fucking bitch playing head games with me.
His finger curled around the cold, hard metal.
He smiled as he watched her.
Then he pulled hard and fast.
She screamed.
And he pushed open the door and climbed from the car.
Fiona’s scream cut off abruptly.
Andrew let go of the car door handle and bent down to look at her again.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he told her.
“What?” She looked surprised.
“I said, don’t go anywhere.”
“Where are you going?”
“To see if there really is someone out here,” Andrew replied.
Fiona’s face changed from surprise to terror. “No!”
“I’ll only be gone a minute,” he replied.
“No!” She climbed over into the driver’s seat and stared up at him. “Don’t go, don’t leave me here all alone.”
“You’ll be fine. Just lock all the doors. I’ll only be gone for a minute.”
“No, Andrew, please! It could be dangerous out there! He’ll get you!”
Andrew smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this, remember?” He pointed to the revolver.
But it wasn’t enough. Fiona was shaking again now, the tears beginning once more. “Please, Andy, let’s just leave here. Let’s go anywhere else and we’ll be safe and fine. Please!”
She was begging him.
She looked cute when she begged.
No way, sweetheart. You’ve played this hand and we’ll see it all the way through. I’ll prove to you no one’s out here and then I’ll come back and take what I deserve.
“It’ll be fine,” he said as he reached down and kissed her. “Back in a minute.”
He turned and walked away from her.
“No, Andy!” she called after him. “No, please! Don’t leave me here alone! I’ve got no protection! What if he comes for me while you’re gone? What if he kills me while you’re gone?”
Andrew stopped in his tracks and stared into the dark woods. He smiled. Gotta give her credit, she almost got me there!
He wiped the smile from his face, turned around and walked back to her.
“You’re right,” he said. “I should’ve thought of that.”
He held out the gun to her.
“Here, take it.”
“What?”
“Take it for protection. If he comes for you, you’ll have some protection. Just pull the trigger and I’ll come running.”
After all, I won’t be needing it. There’s no one out here anyway. But I’ll play your little game, darlin’.
“You can’t be serious?” she said as she eyed the gun being handed to her.
“Of course I am! I’ll only be gone for a minute or so anyway,” he replied. “Here, take it.”
Fiona reached out and took the revolver.
“Good, now shut the door and make sure every door is locked. I’ll be right back.”
Andrew turned from her and walked to the front of the car. He looked over his shoulder just long enough to see Fiona scrambling back into the car and reaching over the seats to lock all the doors.
Ha, he thought. I’ll show her who’s the master of games around here. He stopped in his tracks and looked through the trees in the direction where she had pointed. He crouched slightly and then tilted his head, as if he’d heard something.
This’ll be scaring the shit out of her, he thought. Serves her right. I’ll fuck her juicy pussy yet.
Then, slowly, he marched through the trees and into the darkness.
It was hard to keep the smile from his face as he counted the fifty steps he had decided to pace out.
When he got to fifty, he stopped, turned around and leaned against the nearest tree. He was far enough from the car that he couldn’t see it.
And that means the stupid bitch can’t see me either.
He placed his hands in his pockets and waited.
The cold settled in all around him. As did the darkness of the night.
I wonder how long I should wait? he thought.
And then he smiled as he felt the car keys in his right pocket.
I can wait a while. She’s not going anywhere tonight.
He crouched down at the base of the tree and closed his eyes.
His smile widened as he thought about how wet Fiona’s pussy was and how easily his fingers had slid right inside her.
Andrew felt himself growing hard again as he thought about going back to the car and sliding his cock deep inside her.
Inside her wet, tight, warm pussy. It’ll be the best orgasm ever.
And he told himself that he would have to thank Fiona for this little game. Because this was like nothing else he’d ever experienced.
He knew one thing for certain.
They’d never forget this night for as long as they lived.
Fiona stared out into the night.
She was sure it was getting darker out there. The more she stared into the area where Andrew had disappeared, the less she could see.
Her hands held the gun tight. She knew she was shaking, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Her eyes double- and triple-checked the locks on all the doors. She was safe.
For now...she thought. Could get risky later, though.
She stared back through the windshield.
Come on, come on...come back, Andy. I need you here.
She wanted to do something. She needed to. But she had no idea what. She didn’t want to get out of the car—too risky—-but she didn’t want to just sit here either. The night seemed to be getting colder, and that made her shake even more.