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Back Seat Lover
(Cheyenne Wilson)

She turned off the car and turned to look at me.



"Get in the back seat," she said.



I shook my head.



"I don't like it when you order me around."



"I don't care what you like and what you don't like," she said.



"You will and you're not going to do it anymore."



She laughed. "Listen to you, Mr. Big Shot. What are you going to do, order me around?"



"Yes," I said.



I had my hand around myself, pumping up and down. She was struggling to keep her eyes off of it.



"I'd like to see you try," she said.



"Ok. Get in the back seat."



She crossed her arms. She was trying to be stubborn, but the corner of her mouth was turned up.



"What if I say no?" she said.



"You won't."



She squeezed her lips together and narrowed her eyes like she was getting ready to punish a stubborn child, but she couldn't hold it, and her face broke into a smile. She got out, folded the driver's seat forward, and climbed into the back seat.



"Do you want me to take my shorts off?" she said, with her hands on the bottom of her shorts.