"Wet"
Allie drives the Banshee down Bismarck Avenue within the speed limits. She side-eyes to Sasha laying back on the passenger seat, breathing in the cool night air, smiling, relaxing from the sex she had. She notices the hem of Sasha's minidress is high up her legs. Higher than it should be.
"You seem more calm now." Allie says, slowing down to turn left on Feldspar Street.
"It happens after I have sex." Sasha explains.
The tattered remains Sasha's lace panties are held out from the car, hooked around Sasha's finger.
"We've always had some pretty good make-up sex." Allie replies with some pride.
"Oh, that wasn't our usual make-up sex, that was our post-danger sex." Sasha corrects as she watches the torn panties flail in the wind. "Way hotter."
"Post-danger sex? We have that?" Allie question, turning right on Columbus Avenue, increasing the speed slightly.
"Yeah, not as much as the make-up sex though." Sasha informs before releasing the torn panties, not looking back. "Remember that night we were clubbing at Star Junction and you just had to steal that Infernus."
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Ay dios mio
, there were, what, five cop cars after us?" Allie tries to remember.
"Seven." Sasha informs. "Including the two helicopters on our asses."
"Yeah, but don't forget, I got us out of that." Allie states.
"I remember. Right after we lost the hood, the driver's side door, the left taillight and both headlights." Sasha counters, starting to laugh halfway through. "If I remember correctly, and I certainly do, that car so fucking wrecked, I was surprised we made it to that chop shop in Bohan."
"The take away from that is that we got to the chop shop and didn't spend rest of that night in a jail cell." Allie says. "And I did get paid for the car."
"Not as much if you brought it in intact and not looking like a huge chunk of scrap metal on the four wheels." Sasha sits and gently pulls down the hem of her dress. "Remember what happened after we left?" Sasha gives a wicked smile.
"Ah, fuck, yeah." Allie smiles as she feels her pussy twinge. "We were barely a block away before you pulled me into that alley and started undoing my jeans."
"Oh, yeah." Sasha recollects, lightly cupping her breast, circling her fingertip around the erect nipple under the fabric of her dress. "I then pulled your jeans and panties down to your knees, I pulled my thong down to my ankles, then we were kissing, groping, feeling each other up."
"Stop, you're getting me wet." Allie warns with a grin.
"Then we finger-fucked each other and at the same time, had a major orgasm." Sasha concludes.
"Didn't you leave behind your thong after?"
"Yeah, it touched the ground."
"So?"
"Everyone knows the alleys of Liberty City are a cesspool for germs and bacteria and other nasty microscopic stuff."
"That didn't stop you from diddling me in that alley."
"But we didn't do it laying on the ground. We did it with me pressed against a brick wall, next to a dumpster, standing up the whole time."
"Okay, I stand corrected."
Sasha stretches her arms up as she sits up. "When was the last time we had post-danger sex. I'm trying to remember."
Allie pauses for a moment as she slightly sullens. "That shitty motel near the airport."
"Oh, shit." Sasha's mouth drops with shame. "Oh, Allie, I'm sorry."
"Why? The sex was fucking great." Allie smiles at Sasha reassure her. "I came twice that night."
"Yeah, but...you got arrested and sent to prison after." Sasha humbly states. "Because of me."
"Because of the asshole who thought he could smack you around and not face the consequences." Allie corrects.
"You certainly gave him his consequences." Sasha pauses a moment. "You know what the best post-danger sex for me was? Prom night."
"Oh, fuck, no." Allie bursts out laughing. "I can't believe I let you talk me into going. And with Carl Leclare, the gayest boy in school."
"At least your date didn't keep pawing your ass all night like mine did." Sasha says.
"Right, you went with that Polish meathead Trevor Litzenburger." Allie recalls. "What did you ever see that mouth-breather?"
"He had big hands." Sasha answers.
"He had big hands?" Allie questions. "Did that mean he...?"
"Nope." Sasha answers. "Which I found out, to my absolute shock, when Trevor took me to the boys shower to give him a blow job."
"Did you blow him?"
"God, no. I just left. No one got blown in the boys' shower that night. Not be me, at least."
"You know who did get sucked off in the gym's equipment room that night?"
"You by Carl?"
"Carl by Scott Robertson."
"Scott Robertson? " Sasha asks, surprised. "The captain of the football team?"
"I saw it happen, then I quietly shut the door and walked away." Allie informs. "But not before lifting the keys to Scott's car."
"Best thing you did was steal that car. I couldn't leave that prom fast enough." Sasha states. "We just drove around, no place to go, trying to figure out what we were going to do after graduated."
"Until," Allie emphasizes. "we come across to that public pool in Steinway Park and you wanted to go skinny dipping."
"It was closed, it was the middle of the night and there was no one around. I couldn't resist." Sasha smiles. "Not like you didn't enjoy watch me stripping out of my prom dress."
"Never cared about that dress, but I admit I couldn't take my eyes off you when you peeling off those stockings, then that lace bra and panties, I think they were lavender."
"They were. Good memory."