I wanted to make love with Sharon, and I knew she wanted to make love with me, but it was as though we were just plain scared, as though making love m...eant crossing the threshold into something new, something different, something wonderful, and terrifying at the same time. And then I knew: if I stopped now, if we stopped now, we’d be safe and we’d be secure. It was all rushing through my head, in a second: what we had done before was just playing around, hot and passionate and great, but still. I sat up and removed my jacket, placing it on the front seat. Gina sat up too. "Unzip my pants," I said and she complied with my request, pulling my cock out without being coaxed. I pushed her head down but she resisted."Don't make me Sammy. Let me do it with my hand," she said, pleading."Gina, I would never make a girl do something she didn't want to do. But not with your hand, it might make a mess on your dad's upholstery." I've never done it that way before," she said, still holding my cock. She relaxed her body the shock subsiding, her nails slowly extracting themselves from the soft steering wheel leather."Ugggghh shit!" She groaned rubbing her long aching neck.The interstate had been almost deserted and she had seen the truck waiting to merge, when it had obviously miss-timed its entry and shot out in front of her. The fact she had been half watching the road and half talking on the phone made little difference to her. It had been a call to her agent; as an up and coming ad. He was hoping that he could get lucky that night and had prepared himself for a long drawn out serious seduction. Here she was offering herself up to him without him having to do anything. Ted was definitely in heaven."Teddy, you are about to give me the most precious gift a girl can give to a boy. It is a gift that can not be taken back or given again. Is it all right if I un-wrap my gift?" Ted, I would be more than happy for you to do just that."Ted took her in his arms and softly kissed her.