Meimi should have known it was a trick. Maybe Chris really would cheat on Becky with her, but even if his friends were telling the truth about his fantasy of finding a naked girl masturbating outside and having sex with her, it would be dumb for him to go through with it at a party he was at with his girlfriend. Even at night in a sheltered spot on a badly lit side of the house, such as the one where Meimi now huddled. She was such an idiot.
"We're not telling him what it is, just that he needs to go out there alone to find a present waiting for him." Yeah, right. Thanks, guys.
She shouldn't have agreed anyway. She and Becky had been friends since the beginning of college. That hadn't changed, even though they had hardly spoke since Chris established that he preferred the apricot and milk complexion of a tall, curvy, leggy, blond Caucasian over a delicate, petite Japanese girl. What had possessed her to agree to tempt her friend's lover?
Was there any question? Of course, the thought of getting close to those beautiful eyelashes and being ravished by those strong, long-fingered hands had totally screwed with her mind.
Dee had told them she wanted him. But apparently their real plan involved getting nude pics of her. Now here she was, bare-assed naked and slightly moist from playing with herself, outside the house between the air conditioner and the hedges with those assholes and their cameras between her and her clothing as they thought they were sneaking up on her.
She had no idea what else to do. She scrambled away toward the front yard on all fours, as quietly as she could.
Where could she go, with perimeter lighting and street lights everywhere? She got up and dashed across the lawn, down to the lineup of cars for the party. She wound up crouching in the dark gap between a pickup and a sports car.
A moment later, she heard a car coming down the street.. With a panic like she'd never felt before, desperate for a better hiding place, she dove over the tailgate of the pickup.
Chris's buddies hadn't followed her. Were they still looking for her, or did they already know where she was? Maybe they were laying in ambush for her to come back for her clothes? Maybe they already had pictures of her, streaking across the front yard?
She peeked over the side after the car passed, but the front door opened and three figures came out onto the porch so she ducked back down.
"You sure you have to go?" That was Dee's voice. It was her party and she wouldn't like having people checking out early.
"Sorry, Dee," Becky's voice answered. "I'm just not feeling well. Maybe Chris can come back after he drops me off."
Of all the people!
she complained to herself. She huddled against the side of the bed near the sidewalk. If those two found her out here, she would totally die! She bit her lower lip, searching for the reasonable explanation that almost certainly didn't exist.
The night changed from bad comedy to horror when she heard the pickup 'beep' with the sound of Chris remotely opening the locks. As she lay frozen in terror, the doors of the cab opened and shut and the engine started up.
She had just raised her head, hoping to catch a good moment to dive over the side and out when Chris punched the gas and took off. She slid backward, her poor naked rump tortured by the bumpy metal surface, and whacked into the tailgate. Becky looked over her shoulder and spotted her, her heavy lashes flying wide and her mouth opening. She grew into a delighted grin and said something to Chris, who turned to her and answered but didn't look back.
Meimi allowed herself just a slight hope that this meant Becky hadn't told him what she just saw and was going to help her out. Surely he would have looked if he heard about the nude girl in back. She scrambled back to the front of the bed and huddled against the wall where he wouldn't spot her.
Even though it was a warm summer night, the passing air began getting a little chilly on her bare skin. They drove several blocks before they pulled into a place with trees, apparently a park. They stopped right under a streetlight. What was Becky up to?
"Just come out," Becky said as she opened her door. "Trust me, you'll love it."
Oh, gawd,
she moaned to herself as Becky and Chris appeared on either side of the bed.
"What the hell?" he asked. Becky, blond hair and white dress practically glowing in the streetlight, held her hand over her mouth and tried unsuccessfully to suppress laughter.
"Hi, guys," she said in a meek voice, keeping her knees turned away and her arms over her tits.
Rather than looking away politely, Chris gave her a very frank, undisguised inspection, taking in all he could. Her skin warmed with a whole new level of embarrassment. It didn't help matters that she'd always wanted to show it to him, under very different conditions. Or that her heart still melted at the sight of his sandy hair and his handsome square jaw.
"Can I ask how in the hell you ended up in my truck like that?"
"I'd rather not say. It's a pretty embarrassing story," she answered. How the hell could she tell him the truth with Becky right here?
"Honey, that's a given," Becky said, walking around the back of the truck to the side where Chris was standing. "Any story that ends with you riding naked in the bed of a pickup without the driver's knowledge would have to be an embarrassing story."
