STICK SHIFT
Today’s contributor learns the true value of a head’s up
My boyfriend and I had been dating for two years and needed to spice up our enjoyable, but increasingly vanilla, sex life. Without wanting to get too kinky or weird, we decided to have sex in public. And sex in public we had— restrooms, coat checks, cabs — you name it.
The rush was amazing and I found myself wanting to hook up with him more than I had in the beginning of our relationship. After months of not getting caught, I guess I thought we were invincible. Maybe that’s why I decided to give him road head for the first time in a rental car on our way to the beach.
I was bent over the gear shift with my ass in the air and I suppose the thrill of driving while getting blown was a bit too much for my boyfriend to handle. He’s usually pretty good about, ahem, warning me, but I suddenly felt a warm sensation in my mouth. Not one to swallow, I freaked out and ended up spitting all over the car seat.
In our rush to get to the beach, we ignored it and figured we’d clean it up later. By the time we returned to the car, the stain was set in so we just returned the car to the rental place and pretended it never happened. The rental company wasn’t so willing to overlook it and billed me for the clean-up. Needless to say, my boyfriend and I have decided that driving and blow jobs don’t mix.
