Disclaimer: This story is based on characters from the TV show "Gilmore Girls" that belong to Amy Sherman Palladino and the CW. It is not meant as an infringement on their copyrights but rather for entertainment purposes. This story is entirely fictional and intended to be read by adults. If you don't like to read this kind of stuff than I suggest you just don't read it If you do have any feedback or suggestions for future chapters, please feel free to message me on the literotica at Lex33
Codes: exhib, solo, teasing, grope
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It was Wednesday morning, a bit after dawn and the sun had yet to peek out in the morning sky. Lorelai Gilmore had been driving since 3 a.m. and was exhausted. She yawned as she looked at her watch and hummed along with the music on the car radio. Lorelai glanced at her rear-view mirror and saw her daughter Rory sulking in the backseat.
"You have enough room back there?" Lorelai asked, attempting to initiate a conversation.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Rory replied, crossing her legs and not really paying attention to what her mother was saying. Rory was seated in the back of Lorelai's jeep and Paris, her roommate from college, was lying next to her, fast asleep. Asleep, despite the fact that AC/DC was blaring on the car stereo because, as Lorelai had cheerfully reminded Rory "it's just not a Gilmore road trip without AC/DC "
"You know, I can wait you out," Lorelai said after awhile, focusing on the road. "I have plenty to keep myself busy, plenty I tell ya. Your silent treatment is not going to faze me."
"Okay." Rory stared blankly at the book in her lap. Lorelai frowned.
"Honey, you're going to have to talk to me at some point." Still no answer.
"It's not so bad, you know? Rory? Me coming on this trip ... it's not so bad. I'm your friend, it'll be fun..." Lorelai trailed off, seeing her words were having no effect on her daughter. Both Gilmores pouted, and wondered how they even found themselves in this situation in the first place.
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"Hmm..." Lorelai said, and by the tone of her voice Rory could immediately tell her mom was thinking something bad. Rory had just informed Lorelai that she and her roommate Paris Gellar were going to Florida for Spring Break. Rory had been cooped up at Yale and with the recent string of terrible weather, Paris had suggested they spend Spring Break in Florida to relax and unwind.
"Hmm?"
"Well," Loreali finally said, "I'm not sure you going on this Spring Break trip is the best idea."
"What? Why not?" Rory said defensively, "I'm just going for the sun and to read, nothing more ..."
"I know honey, I do," Lorelai replied, "but I'm worried about what could happen whilst in Florida. On Spring Break. With drunk girls and horny guys ... not really the best combination. It's just it's always the good kids who've never had a drink that take one sip of Kahlua and fall out of a window."
"You're afraid I'm going to fall out a window?"
"No," Lorelai smiled, "but believe it or not, I am a bit older than you and a little wiser and I just think sometimes how different my life has been because I had you at such an early age. I don't want you to make the same mistakes, you have Yale and this amazing future ahead of you. I don't want you to screw that up because you got drunk and knocked up in Florida -"
"Mom " Rory scowled, "I'm not going to do any of that I'm responsible and smart and I don't need you to worry about me. I'm not going to make the same mistakes you did, I really do know better. I can handle myself and I certainly don't need your permission to go on Spring Break."
"Whoa, kid, calm down," Lorelai said, waving her arms. "I'm not saying you shouldn't go on Spring Break."
"You're not?"
"No," Lorelai continued, "I think you should go. In fact, I think it would be really fun."
"But?" Rory wondered what the catch was.
"But what do you think about me coming along with you on your little trip?" Lorelai said casually.
"You?" Rory said, with an expression that had a mixture of shock and revulsion.
"Well, you don't have to look too excited," Lorelai replied, a little hurt at her daughter's reaction.
"Well ... it'd just be a little strange if my mother came along with me ... on Spring Break," Rory explained in a gentle voice. She didn't want to hurt her mother's feelings. "You can understand that, right?"
"But you're not bringing your mother," Lorelai insisted, "you're bringing your friend. You're best friend. You're best friend that happens to be over 21. I mean, I can get us into clubs and buy us drinks and you won't even have to get any fake IDs."
"I told you I'm not going to be drinking," Rory pouted, rolling her eyes at her mother.
"Rory, you're going on Spring Break," Lorelai said flatly. "There's going to be drinks and you're gonna be drinking them. Believe me."
"Believe you?" Rory said incredulously, "You've never even been on Spring Break and already you've got me drunk and pregnant with a third Lorelai "
"You're right," Lorelai said sincerely, "That is unfair. I haven't been on Spring Break. Maybe because I was too busy raising a kid at 16 and trying to start a career that I didn't get to do body shots or wet t-shirt contests. But just because I'm older now doesn't mean I don't regret missing out on all of those things."
"So it's not about me being too young," Rory seethed, "it's about you wanting to live out your adolescent Spring Break fantasies at 36?"
"Look, why is this such a big deal?" Lorelai asked, "we've always done everything together. We're a team -
"This is different," Rory interrupted.
"Why?" Lorelai said, wanting to understand her daughter's refusal to let her come on the trip.
"It just is," Rory shot back and gave her mother a you-just-wouldn't-understand look. The type of look Lorelai recognized because she had often given it to her mother but couldn't fathom that Rory was giving it to her.