Jason Morgan sat in the No-Name Bar and downed his third brandy. Sonny had
sent him here to do some business, question a few people about a shipment
of illegal goods that was to arrive via boat. Instead of doing his job like
he usually did (and enjoyed), Jason found himself getting more and more
drunk by the moment, fantasizing of Carly, her naked body beaneath his, her
eyes glazed with passion, her voice shouting his name as she keened in
ecstasy. He felt himself growing hard. Jason loved Robin. He loved her so
much. He was *in love* with Robin. He *desired* Carly... yet, he never
considered himself cheating on Robin because they had never had sex.

"Jason!"
He turned on his stool and spotted Carly, who had just entered the bar. She
was wearing a tight-ass shirt, with a low collar, which hugged her breasts
to distraction. Her skirt was black, hiked up to her thighs. Her feet were
sporting white and black Nike's, and all together, she was a truly sexy
appearence. All the men in the room because instantly aroused, whistling
and gaping to their hearts content.

Carly ignored them and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's the matter,
Morgan?  You look..."
"What's up with you?" Jason asked her, ignoring her question. He did his
best to keep his eyes off of her delicious body.
"I dumped the old man," she whispered. "Okay, okay, he dumped me. He found
out about our... affair, he'd had it. I came here to let you know that I'm
leaving Port Charles tomorrow."
"No," Jason told her, standing up. "Why?"

She beamed. "Gee, Morgan, you a little... peeved? Sad?"
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, bent down and kissed her roughly.
DAMN!  It didn't work. He was about to bust through his pants now, as Carly
reached up and cupped his head down to hers, kissing him, licking him,
teasing him. He moaned, completly aroused. She giggled, pulling away. Carly
whisked a hand over his moist lips and whispered huskily, "I'll be in the
little girls room if you... want me."

He watched her walk away, towards the back of the bar. He weighed his
options. He would either finish his job, scooping out the joint for his
best friend and boss, or get himself laid and laid good.... tough decision.
Placing a few bills on the bar, Jason headed toward the bathroom and looked
around before dukcing into the woman's..

Carly was sitting on the counter, her legs swinging. She smiled sexily when
she saw him and said, "Lock the door," he complied.

Carly cocked her finger, motioning for him to join her. He did, sliding in
between her legs. She wrapped them arounds his waist and reached up with
her hand, bringing his head down to kiss her. He groaned as she played with
his tongue, sipped delightedly at his lips, tasted him. His hands splayed
through her hair, but she removed them and placed them on her lush breasts.
Jason slid his hand into the shirt and squeezed them, reshaped them with
his hands. She moaned his name, and slid her hands into his jeans,
unzipping them. She giggled at his vast arousal and squeezed him nice and
hard. Jason whimpered.

Carly pumped him roughly in her hands while his eyes grew wild with
passion. He slid his hand up into her skirt and rubbed his hands against
her inner thigh, inching upward. He chuckled when he noticed that she was
wearing no underwear. She gasped in pleasure when his hands parted her and
rubbed and kneaded her softly, then more roughly. He slid his finger into
her. Carly's body quickened instantly, and she wrapped her arms around
Jason's neck as he
thrust himself into her. They cried out in unison, and Carly clutched his
hips in hers, pulling him harder, tighter. She dug her nails into his back
as she keened in her orgasam, screaming his name.
Jason paused, pulling her shirt over her head so he could stare at her big,
beautiful breasts. He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth as he
pumped ferociously. He suckled her sweet nipple until her body closed
reflectively around him.
He flung his head back and cried out in ecstasy, knowing his release was
near. Carly was already there, and she clung to him as he moved within her,
harder, faster, rougher, tougher until they both exploded in a rush of
ecstasy, pleasure and repletion.

Carly groweled and slapped him hard, kissing him, their tongues stuck in a
desperate dance. Carly took his hands yet again and placed them on her
breasts. He stared at them for a second before he bent down and kissed
them, the nipples were hard and pubbly against his cheek. Carly moaned and
closed reflectively around him again, squeezing him like a tight fist. Jason
thrust, furiously, needing to come like he had never before. Carly held
onto him as he dug deeper, deeper until he filler her completly and them
exploded into her with a grimace and cry of pure satisfaction and ecstasy.

Carly smiled, panting breathlessly. Jason kissed her neck, and rubbed her
breasts again. He pulled away, but Carly shook her head. "You've made quite
a mess down there." She complained, taking his head in her hands and
thrusting it down between her legs. "Clean it up."