Before arriving home from my first year at college, my mom called and told me I wouldn't have luck finding a summer job. The gold mine that once kept the small town going had closed down, and the wives of miners took all the summertime jobs the younger people usually took. Once I got home, I found myself without a thing to do. The first day I was home, my mom took the car to work, so I walked around our smallish town to see my old high school, the places I'd worked at in the past, and other places that I had memories tied to.
On my way back home, a very familiar, older model, huge banana boat of a car pull up beside me and slowed to match my pace. Samantha was driving and Chloe was in the passenger's seat. Those two had driven that same car all through high school. It was old then and looked even worse now. Those two girls helped make my high school years hell! They were both taller and stronger than I was then, and I'm betting they still were now! They had teased and ridiculed me for years. They were the ones who pulled down my shorts every day in gym class. They were the ones to pulled my underwear halfway up my back while I stood by my locker in the hall. They were both there the first time I got drunk and never let me live down that I tried to make out with Samantha!
Chloe casually leaned out the window flaunting her enormous cleavage without even thinking about it, "Home from college, huh? When did you get back?"
I told her I got back the night before and yes, I was back for the summer.
They told me that they didn't think anyone else from our small class would be coming back to town this summer. It was just the three of us. As I walked along, they asked if I found a job. I told them no, and asked if they had jobs. They didn't either.
Samantha got tired of trying to match my walking pace. She stopped the huge vehicle and told me to hop in. That shocked me. I'd known these two girls all through my school years, and they had never once showed me the slightest bit of kindness. I think my mouth fell open and I stopped dead in my tracks.
Samantha slowed the big boat of car down and stopped just in front of me. Chloe swung open the massive door, slid out and leaned the seat forward so I could get in, I found she was indeed still taller than me. Wearing skin-tight cut off, jeans shorts and a tshirt that left her midriff bare, I couldn't help but stare at the way that shirt stretched across her boobs. I couldn't count the number of times I'd masturbated while thinking about her while in high school.
I ducked down and basically fell into the back seat, it was a huge car. After Chloe got back in, Samantha took off and we began to drive up and down the main street in our town. They asked me questions about what college was like. And I asked them what they had been up to during the school year. It was really strange talking to these two. I had never had a real conversation with either of them before. And surprisingly enough, they were talking to me as if they really cared what I had to say!
Eventually Samantha grew bored of cruising and drove us out of town toward the, now closed down, mine. This is what my friends and I did while we were driving around in high school, so it wasn't unusual. But driving along that dirt road in that car with those two girls, I began to get a little nervous. Was she planning on driving way out here and then kicking me out and making me walk home? Why were they being so nice to me? The very worst part of the situation was that I really needed to go pee!
Just when Samantha slowed to turn around at the empty lot for the mine, I told her I had to go. She asked if I could wait, and I told her I couldn't. She drove toward town a little ways and then pulled off the side of the road. After Chloe leaned the seat forward and scooted out, I wiggled my way out of the backseat and almost bumped into her chest with my face. After apologizing a few dozen times like an idiot, I ran off into the trees to go to the bathroom. When I came back out, they were still there and I breathed a sigh of relief.
As I approached the door, Chloe smiled at me from inside the car and I heard the door lock. I reached out and tried the door, it was indeed locked. Great. She rolled her window down a little bit, and asked if I felt better. They both laughed before I even answered. Samantha called me over to the other side of the car saying she'd let me in. She said she knew Chloe could be a bitch. She opened the door and even got out. I didn't want to look like an even bigger idiot, so I held back from running and walked around. By the time I got to the driver's door, Samantha was back inside, door locked and the window cracked open. Looking through the window down upon Samantha, she looked a lot stronger than I remembered her. Samantha informed me that I was in quite a pickle. As if I didn't already know that! She told me all I had to do was pass her one of my shoes and she'd let me back in.
I shouldn't have believed her. I didn't believe her. But I didn't see any other choice. I really didn't want to walk back from the mine. It was a LONG ways! So I slid one of my shoes off and watched as Samantha rolled down her window just enough for the shoe to fit through. As soon as I let go, the car took off. I tried to run to catch it, but there was no way. The rough gravel on the road bit in to my foot and kept me from moving faster than a quick hop.
I watched as the car drove around the next corner of the windy road and was gone. I hobbled along down the middle of the road, hopping when my foot hurt and was really glad when the car appeared in front of me and slowly approached. They were both in there laughing their asses off. When the car was right next to me, still facing back toward the mine, Samantha said she had a deal for me. Give her both socks and my other shoe or, I could give her my shirt and she'd let me in.
I got mad and kept hobbling down the road. They turned the car around and pulled up beside me again. This time Samantha's window was all the way down. She told me not to get mad, they were just having fun. I reached for the door and Samantha held it shut. Did I mention she was also bigger and stronger than me? She was just as tall as Chloe, her chest wasn't as big, but she was a lot stronger. The muscles in her arms and shoulders were very well defined. She had a really pretty face, big blue eyes, perfect teeth and long, wavy, light brown hair. She could have been a model.
She told me I still had to give her something to get back in. And now that I tried to force my way into her car, the stakes went up. She said now she'd need everything I was wearing except my underwear. Chloe burst out laughing, but Samantha kept a straight face. Samantha told me she could just get out and take all my clothes from off of me, or I could give it to her willingly. That was my choice now.
