After the basketball incident, I tried avoiding the girls as much as I could, especially Sarah. I made an exception for Tiffany. Any time I saw her, I'd stop and talk to her. Of course, that led to this next incident...
I was coming home at around midnight after hanging out with some other friends when I ran into Tiffany on the sidewalk in front of the house. She and I got to talking for a while. She'd obviously been drinking and had just gotten a ride from some club a few blocks away because she didn't like the scene. She'd been hanging out with Sarah, who had been acting like a bitch all night. That's no surprise. Sarah was always being a bitch. I think she gets off on it.
Tiffany was still as hot as ever. Standing there in a little skirt and a tiny top that barely covered her ample breasts, I could tell she still had as much of a crush on me as ever. Of course, I was too much of a pussy to hit on her, even though I knew how much she liked me.
After we'd been talking for a few minutes, her cell phone rang. It was Sarah. She was still at the club, drunk, and wanted a ride home.
"I'm not driving over there," Tiffany complained. "I got a ride home myself. Hang on, let me see if I can get Stevie to come and pick you up."
"Sure, why not?" I didn't want to do it. If it was anybody else, I wouldn't hesitate to go pick her up. The club was really close by and I was sober, but this was Sarah. She's the bitch who was constantly humiliating me and making fun of my little cock. Plus, she was completely unpredictable. One minute, she might be nice, then turn on you the next. I liked my friends to be a little more stable and predictable. "Are you going to ride with me?"
"I would, but I'm really tired," Tiffany explained. "I'd rather just go in and go to bed, if that's okay with you."
"Sure, I'll go pick her up," I said.
Tiffany went in the house. I got back in my car and went to pick up Sarah.
When I got to the club, Sarah was standing outside with April and some guy. I didn't park, but left my car running in front of the club.
Sarah was really drunk. April and the guy were holding her up. Without their help, she wouldn't have been able to stand on her own.
April and the guy (Aprils boyfriend?) helped me put Sarah in the front seat of the car. It wasn't until Sarah was seated in the car that she realized that I was there.
"Is that Little Stevie?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's Stevie," April answered. "He's taking you home."
"You know why we call him little Stevie?" Sarah asked. I assumed she was talking to the guy. April already knew.
"Yeah, because he's our friend," April answered.
"No, silly," Sarah giggle. "It's because he has a itty-bitty, little dick."
"That's nice," April said. "Just get your fucking foot in the car and let me close the door so he can take you home."
Even drunk, Sarah was still a bitch. April finally managed to get Sarah's foot in the door and got the door closed.
I walked around, climbed in the car, and drove off. Sarah put the seat down and sprawled out in a very unladylike position next to me, her black skirt rising up enough that I could get the slightest glimpse of her pink panties beneath.
Sarah was quiet. I wondered if she had passed out. Traffic was light, but there are several traffic signals between that club and my house, and they always seem to turn red as I approach. When I stopped at the first red light, my attention was drawn to Sarah's crotch. By now, she'd sprawled out in the seat with her legs spread wide and I could see a little more of the panties beneath the skirt. I quietly wished she'd wiggle in her seat a bit more to make her skirt come up some more.
At that time, I noticed Sarah had unbuckled her seatbelt. I guess I'm a big dork, but I take safety precautions pretty serious and you never know when you're going to be in an accident. Besides, I felt like her safety was my responsibility with her in this condition. Sarah wasn't exactly in a position where she could be considered responsible enough to make decisions on her own.
"Hey, I need to buckle you back up," I said loudly. Sarah didn't respond. She didn't even flinch. I reached across her to grab the seatbelt, then pulled it snugly across her lap. She still didn't move.
When I clicked the belt into place, I got a wicked thought. Sarah appeared to be passed out and with her sprawled out in the seat like that, I was tempted to pull her skirt up a little more to get a better view of her panties. My heart started beating faster at the thought of it.
I reached toward her with my hand, but stopped before touching her skirt. Should I do it? I knew it was wrong to take advantage of a girl when she's passed out. Only an asshole would do that, but this wasn't any ordinary girl. This was Sarah. I'd been on the receiving end of her criticism and humiliation several times, and for no reason other than Sarah wanting to make fun of me. I could understand if I'd done her wrong in some way, but I hadn't. Sarah just started attacking me for no reason whatsoever. And if that wasn't enough of a reason, she'd repeatedly made fun of my small cock and even told all her friends about it, well, at least a few of them. Then she'd encouraged them to poke fun at my little cock, too. And if that still wasn't justification enough, she'd even gone so far as to take pictures of my little cock with a ruler next to it to prove how small it was, then used the pictures to blackmail me into doing things that I would have never done otherwise.
When I'd nearly convinced myself that my actions would be justifiable, of course, the light turned green. I'd stalled just a little too long. I cursed myself for not acting sooner as I sped off to the next intersection. Any other time I'd be driving this road, the light would have been red, but not this time.
At the next intersection, the light was red. A car was already stopped there in the lane next to mine. I could hear the bass from their stereo pounding out some kind of annoying techno beat. Fortunately, they couldn't see into the car well enough to see Sarah lying there passed out.
"Is your seatbelt still on?" I asked loudly. Sarah didn't answer, but I hadn't expected her to. I could see it was still on, but I used that as an excuse to reach across her again, this time, allowing my arm to slide across her body. "Yep, it's still in place," I announced, then let my hand slide across her skirt. In a single swift motion, I tugged the skirt up as far as it would go without disturbing her too much. The skirt rested in place on her flat tummy, revealing the entire crotch of her panties.
When the light turned green, the car next to me sped off into the night. I purposely pulled away from the intersection slowly, then clicked on the dome light to get a better view of Sarah's panties. My cock stiffened in my pants at the thought of what I was doing. For once, I was taking advantage of her instead of the other way around. She had to be unconscious for me to do it, but this time, it wasn't her taking advantage of me.
When I got to the next intersection, I had to stop again. My heart was pounding and my cock had fully stiffened in my pants. I looked at Sarah's crotch and was tempted to pull her panties to the side to get a look at her pussy. She'd stripped me naked several times by now and even had my cock in her mouth, but I had yet to see any of her private parts other than her ass, and that had been covered by a thong.
My stiff cock was uncomfortable in my pants, so I unzipped them and pulled my cock out. While I looked down at Sarah's panties, I stroked my hard little cock for my personal enjoyment. I was too scared to pull her panties open, but I did run my hand up Sarah's thigh and let it rest on the crotch of her panties. I didn't want to stimulate her by stroking her, but I did feel the outline of her pussy beneath her panties. By the smooth feel, I was certain she was completely bald. I let my middle finger rest in the top of the slit of her pussy where I was sure her clit was hiding.
The light turned green again and I was faced with the decision of which hand to use for the steering wheel, the one on my cock or the one on Sarah's pussy. Afraid I might wake Sarah if I kept my hand on her pussy for too long, I opted for removing that hand and used it to steer while I continued to stroke my cock.
About a block from the house, I got another devious idea. There was a stretch of road that was always dark and deserted at this time of night and it was right around the corner from my house. I pulled over in a particularly dark area and turned the engine off, then turned off all the lights.
Now, I was alone with Sarah in my car. I unbuckled my seatbelt and adjusted my seat so I could lay down next to Sarah as I stroked my cock while I looked at her crotch. She was lying there with her legs spread wide and her arms above her head. If only I had the nerve to pull her panties down and spread her pussy open, but the light in the area wasn't sufficient to get a good look at it anyway.
The thought of it was still very stimulating. Before long, I was ready to cum. I leaned as close to Sarah as I could, aiming my cock at her pussy. I stroked my cock faster, intensifying the sensation as I was taking advantage of Sarah. I could feel my balls tighten. I grunted as I began pumping hot cum through the shaft of my cock and onto Sarah's legs and thighs. Watching my cum shoot and land on Sarah's unconscious body only intensified my pleasure. I was moaning loudly and was afraid I might wake Sarah up, but she didn't move.
When I'd finished cumming, I placed my cock over Sarah's leg and milked the remaining cum from the shaft of my dick onto Sarah's leg, then wiped the rest of the cum from my hand directly onto both of Sarah's thighs, wiping my hand completely clean and leaving a wet sheen on her beautiful skin.
As my cock softened, I pulled my underwear and pants back up and buttoned them again. Sarah had no Idea I'd just used her to jack off on.
I pulled back onto the street, then turned the corner and pulled into my driveway. When I'd parked the car, I got out and rang Sarah's doorbell. Surely, Tiffany or Melissa would have to be home, but no one answered the door.
