The Car Scene (2)

His statement forced me to open my eyes, and take in the sight that made me groan. The front of my dress was soaked with a long trail still sneaking its way down to the hem. When he groped my breast it triggered… well, you know. A river of milk was staining the green silk and I felt absolutely mortified. 

Jason pulled his hand out from beneath my dress and held it up in the dim light. It looked wet, and I knew why. We both did.

"I'm so sorry." My throat clogged up and I started to panic. This was so embarrassing, I couldn't even begin to imagine what he must think of me. "Fuck, let go, I need to change."

He let go of me and took a step back, still staring at his hand. The way he was looking at it in shock made my face burn with shame, and I wanted to crawl in a hole to die. My shame only grew tenfold when he stuck his fingers in his mouth and his eyes snapped up towards me, widening with shock.