It was winter break, my sophomore year of college. The semester had been brutal for me, I had hardly had time to finish my schoolwork, much less worry about partying or getting laid like the majority of my fellow students. In fact all semester I had been known as the tall skinny kid with thick glasses who spent all of his time in the library. I had barely even gotten to know my roommate I was gone so often, but going pre med isn't easy, especially for me. I'm not even that smart, I just know how to work my ass of studying, but now I could finally head home and relax for a few weeks. I just had to make the long trip home from Ohio back to my parents home in the Philly suburbs. The only hitch was that I didn't have the money to get home on my own. My car was a bit of a gas guzzler, my grandfathers old pontiac, it was a big boat of a car, with bench seats and a broken radio, but hey, it was better than nothing. I had put up a flyer a few weeks before class ended looking for someone to carpool with who could throw me a couple bucks for gas, but no one had answered, at least not until the day I was getting ready to leave. In fact, I was loading my bags into the trunk of my car, figuring I would just put the whole trip on my credit card, when I heard the sweet high pitched voice from behind me.
"Hey, is this you? Is this your flyer?"
When I turned around, I recognized her immediately. Her name was Tegan Ross, she was only a freshman, but already had a reputation around school as a serious party girl, who just happened to be drop dead gorgeous. She was tall, almost six feet probably, with long blond hair with bangs cut just above her piercing green eyes and the type of body that you only dream about. She had long tan legs and big full c-cup breasts, neither of which she was shy about showing off. In fact, her outfits had become a frequent topic of conversation around campus among both the guys and the girls, usually, how short her skirt was or how low cut her top was, and today was no exception. Despite the cold, Tegan was wearing a denim skirt that seemed to just barely cover the soft curve of the most perfect ass I have ever seen, while her legs were only covered by a pair of knee high black boots with stiletto heels. Her top was no let down either, even though she wore a furry grey jacket, she wore it open over a tight green top, with an oval cut out of the chest specifically for showing off her ample cleavage. The girl just oozed sexuality in a way that I had never encountered. In a different section of town she might have been mistaken for a hooker, before you saw her well manicured hands and perfect skin. No, Tegan was pretty obviously a rich girl in some sort of sexual rebellion, and she was standing right in front of me while all I could do was stare at her dumbfounded.
"ummm... hello? Anyone home? Is this your fuckin flyer or what?" she asked. Her voice was high pitched, almost squeaky like that of an annoying child, and laced with a thick layer of sarcasm and a warm smile. It was obvious that she was used to this reaction from men, and she knew how to handle it.
I shook myself out of my lust fueled coma long enough to come up with an answer for her.
"Yeah... yes... sorry, you kind of caught me off guard." I told her "I didn't think anyone was going to respond.... how far are you going?"
"Well, I'm going to King of Prussia, but if you can just get me close thats cool too." she said while her eyes moved over me from head to toe. It was actually quite intimidating to have a girl like Tegan so obviously sizing me up. I tried to remain cool... quite unsuccessfully.
"oh.. no, not a problem, not a problem at all, I'll even drop you right at your doorstep, or carry your bags if you need me too..." I said, instantly realizing that I sounded like a total tool.
She only laughed a warm and reassuring laugh.
"Maybe just help me get my bag in the trunk?" she said, motioning to the small suitcase she was pulling behind her.
"Ummm... yeah... sure thing" I replied, as I reached down to pick up her bag and place it in the trunk, while Tegan watched me intently. When she seemed confident that her bag was secure she walked to the passenger side door, and bent down inside my car, giving me an amazing view of the pert round ass squeezed snuggly into her denim skirt. I could feel my cock growing down the leg of my jeans at just the sight of her, thinking to myself... god, this is going to be a long ride.
"Can I move some of this stuff?" she called out to me, looking back at me from inside the car while I stood there staring at her ass. I looked back at her apologetically, knowing she had caught me staring. Tegan just smiled and batted her eyes at me a little.
"Its alright," she said, "but can I move this shit?" motioning towards my hoodie and a few maps and my ipod.
"oh.... let me get it, please" I told her, moving quickly around to the cars driver side door and meeting her face to face over the front seat. I had a clear view down her shirt this time, and her tits jiggled wonderfully as I shook the car hurriedly moving all of my things out of her way. Having learned my lesson this time, I didn't stare, but caught several incredible glances from the corner of my eye.
Tegan gratefully got into my car, and crossed her long legs. The whole graceful process caused my cock to swell a little more and I had to toss my hoodie into my lap as I slid into the drivers seat to cover up the large tent forming in my pants.
Tegan rubbed her legs with her hands and turned to me.
"So, its James is it?" she asked. Motioning to my signature on the flyer.
"Thats right, and your Tegan." I said, extending my hand.
Her long slender fingers griped my hand tightly.
"Ohhh.. so you know me already huh? Hows that?" she teased with a sly smile. Her nails dragged against my palm and sent a shiver through my body as she released my hand.
I smiled back at her, a little unsure how to answer her question, "I don't know, I guess I've just seen you around, you know, heard some stuff..." my voice trailed off, hoping she would not take that statement the wrong way.
"Oh really, what kind of stuff?" she asked,
I gave her a warm smile despite the rather large foot in my mouth. "Maybe we should just get on the road?"
She laughed...
"Oh don't worry, its a long car ride, ill get it out of you." she shot me a teasing glance and punched my arm playfully.
Smiling to myself, I started the car and we were off. Over the next two hours Tegan and I got to know each other quite well. Surprisingly we had a lot in common, we liked the same movies and music, she even scrolled through my ipod happily declaring me her musical soul mate. Tegan had a great sarcastic sense of humor and the foulest mouth I have ever heard. Every other word out of her mouth seemed to be either fuck, shit, or cunt, which was so unexpected coming from her squeaky high pitched voice. The conversation was so good that I actually started to relax around her, totally forgetting that she was a sexual goddess and the object of nearly half my fantasies over the last year. By the time we hit the pennsylvania turnpike, it was starting to get dark, so I took a chance and asked Tegan if she wanted to smoke a joint with me. Tegan graciously if not giddily accepted in what I was quickly learning was her own signature way.
"James you little cunt! Fuck yeah I want to smoke! I can't believe you've been holding out on me this whole fuckin time!" punctuating this by punching me in the leg.
We cracked the windows and began passing the joint back and forth. The tip was wet with her saliva and I savored the experience of feeling the wetness against my lips. After a loud fit of coughing, Tegan proclaimed, "This is some really good weed... are you sure you're ok to drive?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm kind of a closet pothead..."
We both laughed and continued down the highway. I could tell Tegan was pretty high, when she started stretching out across the bench seat of my car, "mmmmmmmm...." she moaned, as she lifted the armrest and put her feet in my lap. The heels of her stilletto boots were digging into my thigh, but I didn't care one bit. I even let my free hand rest on her knee while I drove. Then Tegan turned to me and became very serious.
"Oh! So what is this shit that you say you've heard about me?" as she stared into me with her brilliant green eyes. I tried to play dumb.
"What? What are you talking about"
"Come on James! I'm not an idiot, I know that people talk about me. I just want to know what you've heard."
I could feel the calf of her leather boot pressing against my groin, and when I turned to look into her eyes there was no way I could do anything but exactly what she asked of me.
"What did you hear? That I'm EASY? That I PUT OUT?" she joked, egging me on.
"Well, I did hear from Mike Stevens that you were the best lay he's ever had" I confessed. Thinking that this was one of the nicest rumors I had heard.
"Oh god, well thats no surprise.. I practically popped his fucking cherry!" She laughed. "Come on, you must have heard better than that!" She teased.
"Ok, ok... well, what about the rumor that you had a threesome with Megan Corman and Tyler Dorsemieser?"
"Ha! Megan and I made out at a party in front of Tyler but thats as far as it went... god people have big mouths. What else you got? There's got to be something more interesting that this shit going around about me?" She pushed, bouncing her feet in my lap. I thought some more, but really I didn't talk to that many people, or at least the right people for getting good gossip.
"Thats really all I've heard... except for the whole boob job thing that is." I said without thinking. This was the first time Tegan seemed generally offended. She moved her feet from my lap, sitting up straight and staring into my eyes.
"What fucking boob job thing?!" she said angrily.
