Kevin glanced at his watch. Oh shit, I'm gonna be late for the interview, he thought to himself. The sun was beginning to set, casting a purple haze in the sky. He sighed as the limo continued down the road.

He glanced out his window and saw a car on the side of the road up ahead. The outline of a girl sitting on the curb came into view as they got closer. "Stop here," he ordered the limo driver. He obeyed, pulling over near the car. Kevin got out and looked down at the girl. Her head was bowed and her body shook with heavy sobs. She felt the presence of someone in front of her, and opened her eyes. She immediately got up and wiped her eyes.

"Hey there, need any help?" Kevin smiled warmly.

She sniffed. "I'm fine. My car just broke down again. I hate this pile of junk." She kicked the tire of the steaming car. "I'm supposed to be somewehere." She sighed. "I am so screwed."

He laughed. "Well if it would help any, I could give you a ride." Her eyes widened as she noticed the limo for the first time. "No I couldn't--" But he raised his finger to her lips to silence her. She trembled slightly from his gentle touch.

"It's no problem. We can call someone to tow your car." He saw the worry in her eyes. "It's ok, you can trust me."

She smiled slightly. "Thanks, do you have a cell phone I can use?" Then realizing her manners, she added. "By the way, my name is Jenna."

He smiled back at her. "I'm Kevin." He handed her his cell phone. "Here ya go, Jenna." She took the phone and called the operator for a towing service. As she spoke on the phone, Kevin took the chance to look her over.

She wore a tight pink t-shirt that caused her full breasts to strain against the material. Her hair was slightly past shoulder length, and a bit messy. He wondered how long she'd been sitting there. Blue jean shorts hugged her hips. He swallowed. Damn she's hot, he thought to himself.

Jenna finished talking on the phone, then hung up. "Ok, they're gonna be here to pick up my car." She glanced up into his teasing green eyes for the first time. She had the sudden impuse to kiss his soft lips, but her mind returned back to reality.

"So do you still want a ride?" They eyes never left each other's. She nodded, still shocked by how sexy he looked and sounded. He opened the door to his limo and went inside after her. Kevin closed the door. Jenna glanced around.

"I've never been inside a limo before." She looked over by Kevin, then down at the seats. "It's very roomy."

He smiled. "I know." The limo started to move. He wanted so badly to kiss those pouty lips of hers. He leaned in and found himself kissing her softly and passionately. She gasped at first in surprise, then returned the kiss. Their tounges danced and explored each other's mouths. His hands lightly brushed one of her breast through her shirt, causing a moan to escape her lips. She wanted him so badly. Kevin pushed a button, causing a darkened barrier to rise between them and the driver.

He kissed her harder. His hands wandered over her shirt until he found the bottom of the material. He lifted the shirt over her head and pulled it off, discarding it to the floor. He kissed the valley between her breasts, and she moaned again. His hands traced her back, and he easily unsnapped her bra. She pulled it off, letting it fall.

He massaged her breast, kissing and sucking her nipple. She tilted her head back and gasped, enjoying all the wonderful sensations he was giving her. He smiled, satisfied with her reaction. His tounge traced teasinly around her belly button. Jenna moaned from his torture. She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a black whitebeater underneath. He pulled away, allowing her to remove his wifebeater. She lightly ran her fingers over his hard abs and chest.

He slowly unbottoned her jeans, then moved the zipper down at an even slower pace. He enjoyed teasing her. He pulled then down over her hips, allowing them to slide down her thighs and drop to the floor of the limo. His finger went inside the front of her thong underwear, and he pulled them down eagerly.

He took her legs and placed one over each of his shoulders. Kevin's tounge lightly teased the opening of her womanhood. She moaned as his tounge entered her with such force. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, pulling him closer. Just as she felt her release, he withdrew his tounge. She cried out in disappointment. But he nibbled her earlobe and whispered, "Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?"

She merely nodded, too caught up in passion to speak. She undid his tight pants, then slid them and his boxers to the floor all at once. She gasped in admiration at his erect manhood. He began to kiss her again, pressing his stiff manhood against her thigh. She moaned. "Please take me now, Kevin," she breathed.

"You don't need to even ask, Jenna." He kissed her again, then pulled away for a second to take a wrapper out of his pants pocket. He unwrapped the condom. "Would you like to put it on?" She smiled, then nodded, taking the condom from his hands. She put it on him. He groaned from her gentle touch.

They kissed again as he pushed her down on the seat. He pressed the tip of his manhood against her opening, wanting to tease her more. She moaned in frustration. "Please...Kevin..." she mouthed. He smiled, then thrust his whole self into her. She sighed, feeling herself stretch to accustom his size.

He bit his lip. "Damn, you feel so good." He began to move inside her, thrusting in and out of her with such force. She clung onto his shoulders for support. He bent down to kiss each nipple as he continued to pound into her. She moaned louder with each thrust he delivered. He sped up, and she found herself rocking with him in steady rhythm. He nibbled her neck, planting kisses up and down the soft fesh of it.

She grabbed him tighter as she instantly came. Her walls contracted around him. He groaned. His body shook from his own orgasm. Once he was spent, he collasped on top of her, panting. He pulled out of her and discarded the condom in a trash can built into the side of the limo's interior. They started to put their clothes back on. Once they were dressed again, he asked, "So where are you supposed to be anyway?"

She smiled. "I work for a magazine. I'm supposed to be interviewing this group know as the Backstreet Boys."

He laughed. "Well, let's just say you already interviewed one of them."

Jenna gasped. "You mean, you're one of them?"

He smiled, then shook his head yes. "You know, I usually hate interviews, but this one wasn't that bad." They laughed, then finally made it to the building they were both supposed to be at.

They entered the room where the other four where. "Where have you been, Kevin?" Brian shouted. "We've been wondering where the hell you were!"

Kevin smiled innocently. "Sorry, I had to help this young lady here who was having car problems." He pointed to Jenna. "Who also happens to be our interviewer."

Brian smiled, then whispered to Kevin. "I'm guessing you two already had your own interview." He winked at him.

©Rachel V, 2001

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