I needed a new CPU for my computer. The only one that would work for my set up and price range was 60 miles away. 90 minutes of driving and $750 later and I had it. I secured the bag in my trunk, started my car, and drove through the parking lot.
At a stop sign I heard some yelling. I hadn't even made it out of the parking lot. I looked over to see a tiny chick running along the sidewalk. Two men were chasing her. She ran up to my car, opened my passenger door, and climbed in. Breathing hard she yelled, "Go. Go. Go!".
Not knowing what was going on I drove away. The men in our rearview mirror disappeared quickly. The chick had dyed blonde and black hair. She had two different shoes, torn fishnet nylons, a goth skirt, 3 tank top shirts, a ton of bracelets and a black choker around her neck.
She was breathing heavily and told me to drive around to the far side. Another chick was waiting. Pink and black dyed hair. I pulled up expecting my unexpected passenger to get out. Nope, the second one got in the back seat.
This chick was not as tiny, same type of skater girl or goth mix clothes. She had a pierced eyebrow, perky C-cup tits and she too was breathing heavy like she had just been chased.
The first chick stated, "Bus terminal. 10 blocks down."
Okay. Anything to get these two unknown chicks out of my car. The girls began laughing. Ashley was the girl in my front passenger seat. She was 19 years old. Jennifer was her friend in the back seat. 19 years old as well. Long time best friends since childhood. They were laughing about "That was a close one" as we pulled up to the bus terminal.
Jennifer got out. Ashley leaned over and stated, "Thanks. You are a real gentleman for saving us." She pulled her shirt up, flashed me her tiny B-cup tits, kissed me, and climbed out of my car. Wiggling her fluffy goth skirt as she walked. I should pick up random chicks more often I thought.
The 90-minute drive home was full of boner and wonder. I parked at my house, unloaded my bag from the trunk and I heard music. I checked my phone, not me, the car was off, not the car. I dug around in the backseat and found a cell phone. It was playing some new age music I did not recognize.
By the time I found it the call had ended. The iPhone screen was locked with a passcode. I knew better than to wildly guess. It could be 4 digits of 10 digits.
I put the phone in my pocket and walked into my house.
My name is Mike. I'm 25 years old. I have glasses, I'm skinny, I spend most of my time on my computer or painting figurines. Ever heard of Warhammer 40k? I have tons of nerd friends just like me. We play together on Friday and Saturday nights.
I'm a tax accountant. I review mostly cooperate filings and look for errors or places where they can improve. I have a thing for math, numbers, and paperwork. I do not have a thing for sports, athletics, or going outside.
I live alone in a small, old, farmhouse. The yard is medium sized, the house is old but nice, and the neighborhood grew up around me with new cookie cutter houses, no back yards, no trees. My house sticks out like a sore thumb. Old school apple, plum, and cherry trees are in my backyard. They are fun to pick and eat but a real pain when it's time to pick all of them. Most of them fall on the ground and rot. They smell terrible for a month or two.
I went inside and set my bag down on the kitchen counter. The phone began to ring again. It said, "Ash" on the screen. I answered it and "Bitch. You have my phone!" screamed at me.
I stated, 'Hold on. You left the phone in my car. I drove you to the bust terminal.'
"Oh. Sorry. Can I have my phone back? Please." Stated the girl on the phone. Her attitude changed quickly.
'Sure. But I drove home. I live in Fullerton. Where are you?' I asked.
A murmuring on the phone and a "Gimme that." Was heard. "This is Ashley. Did I kiss you?" was asked.
'Yes. And you flashed me your awesome tits.' I claimed.
Giggling and finally "Okay. It's you. My gentleman. Well, we are in Tarvill. When can we meet up?"
Ashley and Jennifer lived in Tarvill. That was two hours south of me and past the mall where I had picked them up. I told Ashley it would take a couple days, I had to work and driving two hours would not work for my schedule.
"Let me check the bus routes. Maybe I can meet you there. I will call you later." Ashley stated.
'Hey. What's the code to the phone?' I asked. Hoping she would give it to me.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1." She responded quickly and then hung up.
I unlocked the phone and now had full access. She had Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, and a bunch of messaging apps I had not used. She never used her email, her Facebook was out of date, and it looked like Snapchat and Instagram were mostly the only things she used.
I scrolled through her Instagram and found lots of bikinis, goth lingerie, and the two girls fooling around on video had been posted. I went to her photo app. Oooh. Jackpot. Lots of bikini, see through lingerie, topless with her nipples covered and tiny panty ass shots. Many with Ashley also posing sexily.
Quite a few pictures were full naked, but her hands covered her nipples, or pussy. She would turn sideways so nothing was seen. Jennifer was average, thick thighs, firm butt, C-cup tits. Nice skin.
Ashley was a lot skinnier. B-cup, dark tan lines, thin legs, tiny butt.
There were hundreds of pictures. Sexy selfies, the pair of them in a changing room at the mall, and at home. I checked the deleted file. Most people who have iPhones don't realize when they delete a picture or video it goes to a file. In 90 days, it is deleted. Not instantaneously.
Double Jackpot. Thousands of pictures and videos in the delete file. I selected them all and chose "recover."
