Settle for Nothing, Part 3

Randy awoke as Jasmine?s warm body lifted from hers. The ends of the girl?s blonde hair swept over her breast and stomach as she pulled herself into a sitting position. It was the first time she could survey her without the pixie knowing, the first uncompromised view she?d had of how she?d be when she didn?t know she was being watched. In her experience, those moments were more indicative of people?s true selves than anything else. It was something she would have to consider, even in this tired state, because after all this time on the run Randy now faced adding an exception: someone that would run with her. Not just for a few days or weeks. Forever. Jasmine flipped her hair over her shoulders and looked around the desert before focusing on something in the corner of the truck. Her ass lifted and a shadow drew over her pussy in the dim cargo light as she stretched forward. She pulled back and stood, the truck creaking over the radio as she turned around. What was in her hands? Randy tried not to look straight up at the blonde until she recognized it. A blanket. The goosebumps on her arms finally registered in her brain as Jasmine shook the blanket out and draped it over her. ?You get cold easy, for a yankee.? She felt a smile come over her face and melted back into slumber with the touch of the blonde?s lips on her cheek. A ping woke her again. How many hours had gone by, she didn?t know. Clutching the blanket to her chest, she opened her eyes and looked into the sky at the pinpricks of light that blanketed the night. The vastness of the space called to some part of her she didn?t even know existed. It was so different than her home back in Jersey had been. No doors slammed, no kids screaming at each other in the background. Just a wide openness. So many stars. Randy couldn?t remember a time she had seen so many crowded together. Even the dim peach hue from the cargo light couldn't block out the twinkle of their witness. Quiet reigned, broken only by a small scratching sound a few feet away. What was that? Inching her body around, she caught sight of her pixie girl. Her back was to the side of the truck, still as nude as before even in the cold desert night. A Sharpie in her hand, she scribbled on the inside of her thigh. Her legs were covered in ink, words adorning her knees, her calves. The scratching sound. What was she writing? ?She?s crazier than you are.? ?There is nothing wrong with her,? Randy mumbled. ?You think you love that girl? Think she loves you? You think love is going to save your ass now? That girl will be your downfall. Stay with her, and your past will plague her too. You both deserve it anyway.? The cargo light flickered and turned off. Jasmine looked up from her writing at the desert around them, then up at the cab of the truck. In the faint moonlight, her eyebrows knitted together. Randy didn?t move. Exhaustion warred with concern. The light turning off, leaving them in the vast desert of darkness, could mean a few things. Only one thing worried her. See? Drained the battery, didn?t you? Anadolu Yakası Escort I told you she was going to get you caught. It?s bad enough that you didn?t get any common sense from your DNA, but you can?t even listen to your own mother, even after you killed her? You deserve everything you get. Her hand curled around the blanket. They?d figure this out, the two of them. Certainly other people travelled the road. They could get a jump. Or a ride, the same way she?d been getting around before: hitchhiking. ?Jasmine.? The blonde?s face tilted, facing her. Shadows hid her eyes. ?Come here, fairy girl.? The sides of her face pulled up in a smile, moonlight catching on the wetness of her teeth. She capped the Sharpie and tossed it to the side of the truck with a ping, then crawled over. Randy opened the blanket, letting her pixie under the cover. The blonde belted a leg over her own and slid her hand across her hip. As Randy curled her arm around her shoulders, the girl looked up and held her gaze. Neither of them said a word and Randy leaned forward to kiss her forehead. ?Sleep with me,? she mumbled. ?We?ll figure the rest out later.? Jasmine stretched forward to brush her lips over hers, a touch so gentle it rocked the world from its axis. She looked into her eyes once more before settling back against her body, resting her head against her breast. An exhale brushed over her nipple, and the sound of her lover?s breath soaked into her mind. Randy would never be the same again. She gazed at the golden head that rested on her chest, rising and falling with each breath Randy took. Jasmine?s hair was a veil across her features, brushing her skin in a teasing caress. Drawing a finger across the smooth shoulder, she stroked the curled tendril that hung there. So soft, so tender. Just like the heart of this tough girl, her pixie. She?d be damned if she?d ever break her. ?I could love this girl.? ?No, you think you could love her. You?re just confused.? ?No, you?re wrong this time, Mama. I?m not confused.? She cradled Jasmine close, breathing in the scent of stale cigarettes and strawberries from her hair and drifted into the greedy grasp of sleep. **** Jasmine awoke to the heat of sun on her naked body, the clicking of a gearshift, and the cheer of a stationary engine. She opened her eyes and saw Randy?s brown eyes looking back. Their naked bodies embraced, her leg thrown over the other girl?s thigh, the blanket dangling from her foot as if it had been carelessly thrown. Gravel crunched in the sound of footsteps. A masculine throat cleared somewhere near the end of the truck bed. Randy didn?t blink, didn?t move. Just stared into her eyes. Wishing she could hear what the other girl was thinking, Jasmine tensed. She gritted her teeth and slid her hands down the smooth arch of her back to rest just underneath her arms. She untangled her leg from across her body and waited. Her lover?s mouth remained shut, but her fingers traced behind the shell of Jasmine?s ear. Another throat Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan clearing from the end of the truck. Ripping her gaze from Randy, she propped herself up on her palms. A cop stood in front of them. He glanced at her nude tits before meeting her eyes. ?I?m assuming you two have a good reason for being out here when a truck could?ve plowed into you both.? She sat up straighter, pulling her legs up as her hands curled into loose fists. He can?t be here. A tire iron crept into her memory, a rusted thing she?d seen near the front of the bed. An orange tinged hammer next to it. Weapons. To protect Randy. Both were just underneath the thick blanket they lay on. It might be easy. The other girl?s fingers wrapped around her wrist. A warning. Jasmine?s chest jumped, breath catching in her throat. She glanced back at her. ?As you can see, no truck plowed into us.? Randy turned over, her bubble ass quaking with her movement. She snatched the button down shirt next to her, giving the cop a quick glimpse at the lips of her pussy before sitting up and covering her lap with it. Modestly. It wasn?t like the girl she knew, this little peep show. The callous way she let him see her body. ?But if they did, maybe we wouldn?t mind. Sometimes truck drivers can plow in ways no one expects.? When those brown eyes met hers, Jasmine smiled. Remembered every detail of last night. Message heard, she wanted to say. Jasmine turned back to the cop. ?Not a lot of cars back here. Privacy?s a good thing sometimes.? A warm hand rubbed her arm, slipped over her shoulder and flicked her nipple. She giggled, glancing at Randy before training her eyes back on the cop in front of them. ?It?s not safe.? His attention was on her breast, then Randy?s. ?Nothing?s safe,? Randy said. The cop looked down at Jasmine?s shoes, her calves. While Randy slept last night, Jasmine was writing down poem after poem. Thought after thought. She?d been restless. Awake. If she was any kind of artist, she?d have painted a portrait of her lover, but words had to do. He raised an eyebrow. ?You okay?? ?Want to taste me and find out?? Jasmine spread her legs, just enough for him to see a glimpse of her pussy. Licking his lips, his gaze rolled over her naked body, from her pussy to her tits, then he looked behind her. At Randy. She cringed as he checked out her lover. Last night replayed in her head, the opposition Randy had had with men. The way all her defenses fell when she?d drifted into sleep, and began speaking to someone Jasmine couldn?t see. It was a side she knew the girl had never shared, one that she hid every day, and no doubt now too. The only thing Jasmine wanted her to do was sit back and watch as she distracted the cop. Randy didn?t belong to him--she was hers. ?You don?t want to come out and play?? Jasmine opened her mouth to tell him to shut the fuck up, but the other girl pinched her nipple hard. ?What game do you want to play?? The brunette?s playful voice rang out in her ear. Just Escort Anadolu Yakası another man, her tone seemed to say. ?I?m running your plates anyway, but if you?re very, very good, I?ll let you off with a warning.? The cop lifted his sunglasses off his head and shoved them in his shirt pocket as he squinted at them. ?What do you say, girls? Want to play suck off the cop or do you want a ticket?? Randy combed her hair from her ear, and leaned forward until her breasts pillowed against Jasmine?s back and her breath shocked her ear. ?His car is still running. Make him come and we run for it.? The whispered words were clear. ?Together.? ?Yes.? Those lips pressed against her neck. ?This isn?t the U.N., ladies. No discussion and no negotiating. Suck my fucking cock or I do my job.? Jasmine heaved herself up and glanced back at her lover, who was pulling their clothes together. The cop hitched his jaw in Randy?s direction. ?That mean you?re out?? ?No.? She stood, their clothes wavering over her folded forearms as she followed Jasmine to the tailgate. ?It means we?re not common whores. If we?re going to be on our knees, we?re going to give you the blow job you?ve always wanted. We?ll suck you for as long as it takes, baby, but not if we?re picking the rocks out of our skin.? Smart. Fuck, she?s smart. Jasmine hopped off the truck and turned, grabbing the clothes from her lover. She stretched a hand to help her down, but Randy ignored it and jumped off, her heavy tits swinging. Smiling, he turned toward them, opening his belt and unzipping his fly. Jasmine dropped their clothes to either side of him and began to kneel. The cop grabbed her arm, yanked her to him until she thudded against his chest. His clear brown eyes looked back at her, a furrow growing between them. ?Kiss me first.? She stared back at him. Randy?s breath broke against her shoulder, her lips descending on her neck as her breasts pressed against her back. Her arm brushed her hips, curling around her to rest on his pecker. He inclined his head, releasing Jasmine?s hand and trailing his fingers over the peaks of her nipples before plunging south. His fingertips found her slit and stroked through her plump folds as Randy?s hand began to pump him. ?Nice and wet. Beautiful. You like men too, don?t you, sweet thing?? He smiled. ?Kiss me, you little whore.? Gasping, she strained to keep his gaze. Locked between the cop and the person who meant more to her than anyone in the world, she leaned into him. His lips found hers, her eyes closed, and their mouths opened. The cop?s tongue tasted like cigarettes and peppermint, stroking alongside her own. Randy?s fingertips brushed her stomach, his pecker oozing pre-cum onto her navel with every down stroke. Her breasts pillowed her back, lips gentle on her neck, and those hips pressed hard against her ass. Sandwiched between them, Jasmine almost lost herself in the moment. Until he broke away. Stroking her cheek, his hooded eyes looked into hers. ?On your knees.? Getaway, she reminded herself. Don?t get carried away. The shield on his shirt caught the sun, blinding her. Squeezing her eyes shut, her hands drifted to his shirt collar. Beginning at the top, she unbuttoned all the way down and flung the tails to the sides to reveal his undershirt. Pouting, she tugged the shirt from his pants and shoved his boxers down, his pants falling in the process.