Free A Way to Get By by T. Torrest

she undid the clasp on her bra. And then, God must have heard my prayers, because she didn’t stop there.
       Bren climbed off my lap, and before I could protest the loss of her body, she pulled off her jeans and underwear. She lay down along the back seat, every inch of her naked body inviting me in. She placed a tender hand to my jaw and I met her eyes—I couldn’t believe this was happening—and said, “Bren. Don’t tease me. I don’t think I can take it if you’re only screwing around.”
       She swallowed hard. “I’m not teasing. I want to do this. Don’t you?”
       The way her eyes looked at me when she asked that—I swear, I’d never been so turned on in my entire life.
       Without another word, I laid on top of her and fit myself between her legs. I slipped a hand around to her lower back… lifted her toward me… and plunged myself inside. I heard her yelp of pain, and I felt bad about it, but the best I could do for her at that moment was to stay still. All I wanted was to pound away at her delectable body but my Bren was hurting, and it was enough to stop me from driving into her. “You okay?”
       Her eyes were filled with tears as she shifted underneath me, trying to find a way to make things more comfortable. Her body was trembling and her voice shook as she answered, “No. But just stay like this for a minute. I’ll figure it out.”
       Her determination almost killed me. Stay like this for a minute? I’d have stayed there forever if she asked me.
       “Okay,” she gritted out. “Okay. I think you can try now.”
       I didn’t wait to be asked twice. I pushed in a little further, and when she didn’t wince, I pulled back out a little. When I slid back in, Bren actually let out with a groan, and I was too worked up to translate whether it was from pleasure or pain. I did it again, and then again, and it felt so good. I wanted to tell her, but I was already on the verge of bursting…
       …when the brightest flash of white shone through the back windshield, flooding my car with light.
       It took me an extra second to realize what was happening, but Bren was already scrambling out from underneath me and grabbing for her clothes. “It’s the fuzz!” she shouted as we both tried to cover up. From the glare of the headlights, I could only barely register the silhouette of a police officer exiting his vehicle and walking toward the car, a flashlight leading his way.
       I jammed my legs into my jeans and zipped up just as he reached my window. I don’t know how I did it, but somehow I wound up in the front seat while Brenda sat across the back. Her knees were to her chest and she was covered by my corduroy blazer, the only thing she had time to grab before the Smokey was at my door.
       He shined the flashlight in my face. “Good evening,” he greeted, a bit too happily. “Seems I’ve caught you at a bad time.”
       You picked a real bad time, mister.
        I was scared shitless, but I tried to remain calm as I answered, “Yes, sir.”
       “Any idea why we’re having this conversation right now?”
       Because you’re a sadistic pervert? “No, sir.”
       “Are you aware that this is private property?”
       “No, sir.”
       “How old are you, son?” he asked, pointing that damned flashlight right in my eyes. Probably checking to see if I was drunk or high. Thank God I wasn’t. “Eighteen, sir,” I answered, squinting into the glare.
       “That’s Sergeant , not sir. And you, sweetheart? How old are you?”
       I’d been trying to be as respectful as possible, but when he swung his flashlight into the backseat, I almost ripped his arms off. Bren was bathed in the bright light, obviously embarrassed and averting her eyes, pulling my jacket tighter around her naked body as she answered, “Seventeen.”
       Dammit. I wished she’d just lied and said she was eighteen, too. I didn’t know for sure, but I figured there was