The blue Jeep Cherokee made its way from Manhattan Island, now hesitantly drifting down a winding New Jersey street. Its wheels sloshed through melting snow as it passed imposing old money estates. The jeep slowed, rolling to a stop next to the snow covered roadside, avoiding the incoming corner turn that lead directly to the estate beyond the trees. It's intended destination.
"Bri, my parents live just over there." Said the olive skinned passenger, now pointing beyond the snowcapped trees.
The driver turned removing his seat-belt sighing signifying the words to come were serious.
"Andrea, do your parents know that I'm coming?"
"Yes," she said with less than solid confidence.
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"In your voice, you're not telling me something."
"I told my dad I was bringing a friend, but...."
"Leaving out the fact that the friend is your black boyfriend? Am I on target? God it's Christmas dinner, Andrea!"
"Yes, but my mom knows, and you've met my mom and brothers. They like you, you've known my little brother Alex from when he visited me at college, trust me, it's not a problem Brian baby."
"I'm sure it'll be fine. Does your dad at least have a hint of a clue that we're dating now?" Brian asked, knowing Andrea's dad wasn't the most accepting person.
A guilt laden silence kept Andrea's response at bay. Her indirect eyes said it all.
"Well that's just great!"
"It's all going to be fine, better than fine." She said reassuringly.
"Your dad hates me. Remember two months ago, at your cousins wedding? You should have seen the way he looked at me; that was when we were just friends. Can you imagine how he'll react now? He'll carve me, like a turkey."
"We weren't friends. Stop lying to yourself. We just hadn't given ourselves a title yet and you were still trying to act like you didn't like me."
Brian, armed with his pearly white smile, decided to correct her. "Like you? I've loved you from Chicago...." He said gazing into her deep sparkling brown eyes. "Nine years ago, you said you wanted to be friends so since then I denied my feelings for you, even to myself."
"I love you more; I was just a little late in figuring it out, Bri, that's all. My family is going to love you too; we're going to have a great Christmas dinner."
Brian's smile turned into genuine laughter. "You're funny ... You're beautiful and funny, you love me more, that's impossible."
"The second time around it was me that pursued you. Okay, I know how you attorney's like to leave out key evidence to make your cases. For over two months I chased you." Andrea said while she unbuckled her seatbelt, something that went unnoticed by Brian.
"True, you were quite the little stalker." Brian said with a laugh.
"I was just claiming what's mine and always will be mine." She said in a sultry tone.
Letting her seat belt completely recoil, taking the keys out of the ignition. She sat unrestrained and brazen. Her small, slender fingers moved under her skirt, pulling her shear black panties down her extended legs, stopping above her leather boots.
"Now?" Brian asked his eyes darting about; afraid her father might pop out from the bushes with an axe.
With a sleight of hand she reclined his seat, lowering it to its furthest tilt.
She lifted her left leg from the passenger side, over to the driver's side slowly lowering her frame along his waist, straddling him.
"Do you want me to stop?" She asked with a knowing, mischievous smile.
Without breaking contact the four brown pupils remained keenly focused, even as he answered by unbuckling his belt.
Her cold fingers reached for his member causing him to jump a little.
"Sorry," she said with a seductive smirk, briefly stealing her hands away to tie up her extraordinarily long dark hair, and hopefully warming them up.
Lowering her frame, her dimpled lips connected to his with a delicate, driven finesse that indicated a deep hunger.
She teasingly rubbed her beautifully smooth flower on his raging member, back and forth denying her lover the object of his immediate desire.
She took a hand placing it under his chin, capturing the full attention, that in actuality she already had.
"All you need to do is look at me, just look at me... just look at me," she repeated like a mantra, taking a warmed up free hand to guide his long, rigid tool to her aching, slit.
A grunt and an inhalation were exchanged between the two lovers, as girth and warmth came together in harmony.
With her leather boots planted around Brian's legs, she lifted her body upwards just to drop it back down with manic urgency.
"Just look at me," she kept saying between gasps for breath, and smiles of pleasure.
"No matter what happens around that dinner table you just look at me,"
"God, I love you." He stated, as his fingers traveled past her black stockings flicking away the fabric off the interfering skirt, venturing from her warm thighs to her tight, heart shaped buttock. He drank in the sight of her, taking in her natural and deeper beauty. "Beautiful." He said his hands making the journey up under the back of her blouse pulling her down while he lifted up his head kissing her in a deep French kiss, their tongues tangling, their lips exchanging little puffs of ecstasy.
With cries of bliss echoing through the rocking jeep her eyes fought the need to roll upward. She lost the battle as her pussy quivered around his length.
His hands gripping her tight cheeks pushed her upwards as fast as she drove downwards, their tongues hungry for more, but another hunger had to be fed first.
Seconds later it was, as Brian shot deep inside Andrea, mere seconds later she collapsed into his protecting embrace both of her lips quivering, screaming with accomplished bliss, their tongues now completing the last leg of the race.
She sat like that for minutes, running a finger along his flat stomach, through his shirt and sweater. The kissing and the sensations of his flesh were spurring her on, the beginning of a whole new adventure starting up, until suburban after Chevy suburban shot past the two carnal beings.
Andrea jumped to her side of the Jeep fixing herself.
"How many members of your family are attending this thing?" He asked, turning on the engine, pulling behind a plumbing van that just passed by. Turning the corner the plumbing van took its place with the fleet of suburban's scattered all over Andrea's parent's long driveway.
Brian turned his head toward Andrea with a smile.
"This isn't funny!" She pouted.
"You have to see how it's a little funny?"
"How?"
"There is nothing your dad, the hypocrite Mafia boss can say to me now; he's been pulled off his high horse by the justice department, or should I say the FBI."
"You don't know that it's the FBI!"
Just as she finished her sentence, a woman in an ill-fitting blue jacket approached. Its bold lettering that read FBI were a lot more important than its weathered uselessness.
The FBI agent came out into the middle of the driveway extending her palm, stopping the Jeep. Brian smiled at Andrea, she responded with a sad face saying, "Do something for me, please?"
The federal agent gestured Brian to roll down the window.
"Sir we can't allow you to pass. We're just about to have New Jersey state trooper's cordon off the compound, they're just a little behind."
Brian turned his head toward a visually saddened Andrea.
He took a breath turning back to the woman.
"Sir did you not hear me, turn your vehicle around."
"Agent....?" Brian asked searching for the name of the abrasive federal agent.
"Alright then I'll introduce myself. I'm Brian Cargill. At this time I'm identifying myself as the Attorney for Nicholas Curtoni, the man on whom I assume you're executing a warrant of some sort, right now."
Her anger at Brian's announcement escaped her mouth in the form of hot air.
"Look, you'll need to wait here until I can get Supervisory Special Agent Derrick Walker."
Brian was in his own world as his hands slipped through the bills in his wallet then cards. He pulled out two cards, shoving them in the agents face.
"This is my New York Secure pass ID card, but I guess this one works better for you, my New Jersey Attorney's ID card."
"I never said I didn't believe you were a lawyer, sir. Put your cards away and wait for Agent Walker."
Brian put his cards back in his wallet and put his wallet back in his jacket.
"Look, agent, I don't know your name. You haven't moved to get this agent, Walker after I clearly identified myself." Brian popped his head out the window pointing his finger, beyond the fleet of vehicles meters ahead to the group of men amassing at the large front door.
"I assume he's one of those men?"
The agent said nothing, knowing that her delaying tactic had been deciphered, so she decided to simply stop communicating with Brian.
"Alright," Brian said pulling his window back up.
The agent began to yell as Brian sped the jeep through the lawn past the mass of federal vehicles.
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Four minutes earlier
In the back of a decoy plumbing van, a debate was brewing.
"Walker, are you seriously, going to try and take down Nicholas Curtoni with a flawed warrant?" said a fresh faced looking man wearing another one of those useless FBI windbreakers.
"Davis, you're young, you need to see the big picture. Most of the captains of the Curtoni crime family are in that house. With the evidence we've been tipped off as being inside we can lock them all up today. We're never going to have the opportunity to destroy the Cosa Nostra ever again. New Jersey's organized crime will be reduced to dust."
"Which Federal Judge signed this? I don't recognize the name." Asked Davis, who had been reading over the document.
