"What the hell are they doing?" My friend, Brad, asked as we pulled up behind a stopped vehicle. The blue Subaru's engine was still running and its two occupants were rummaging around the backseat for something. The driver, a teenage girl, probably not that much older than myself, had turned on the interior light and was apparently bitching at her similar companion.
The night was still young, at only 7 o'clock, but it was all ready pitch black. The dark sky was daintily filled with twinkling stars. A beautiful night for November. Because of the warmish weather, there was a last minute party at the pit, a couple of towns over. Brad and I never miss a pit party.
Being as impatient as he is, Brad honked the horn of his Ford Ranger. The driver of the Subaru looked up from her search and extended a long, gorgeous middle finger. With that, I hopped out the truck and, while walking towards the car, pulled my short, black, tight skirt down a bit, as to not show off my ass to my guy friend. I tapped lightly on the window. I bent over and peered in at the occupants. Two ravishing young girls sat there in the lucky plush seats of the car.
The driver, with the long, curly, brown hair, had extremely lovely, ample breasts. Her white tube top outlined the two hard nubs on her tits easily. I watched in awe as her cleavage appeared disappeared then reappeared as she cranked down her window. She stared at me through the open window, waiting for me to say something. I looked down at her long, tanned legs, sticking out from under a pair of short denim shorts.
Breaking myself away from my extremely vulgar thoughts, I leaned in the window, making sure both of the girls could get a good peek at my own abundant cleavage. I saw the passenger girl stare in shock at my chest. When she realized I knew she was looking, she abruptly raised her head to look at my face. I cunningly gave her a sexy raise of my eyebrow and a lick of my lips, but the driver averted my attention when she began to speak.
"What do you want?" She stared at me through scornful, dark brown eyes. She too, chanced a glimpse at my chest.
"My friend was just wondering if you could possibly move your car from the middle of the road, so we could pass." I left a sticky sweet tone in my voice, hoping the girls would catch some of it dripping from my lips and invite me to join them for a group orgy. Obviously, my attempt was rejected, despite my undying need to touch them both.
"We're sorry." The passenger spoke with an unexpected innocent voice. "We're just trying to find our jackets." This girl was equally as beautiful as the driver, wearing only a skimpy black dress that barely covered her breasts and legs was. She interested me the most, for she returned the sensual tone and made sure I saw her peek at my chest.
The driver followed her companions stare and realized what I was doing. "May I say something?" she said in a much calmer voice than before.
"Go for it." I shrugged while saying this, which gave the girls more cleavage to look at, since my arms were covering up most of it.
"By any chance do you have a twin sister? Because if you did, Alexia and I won't have to fight over you." Her words came out and hit me like a punch in the stomach. Her voice now seeped with the same sensuality that mine had earlier.
I wasn't prepared for that question. Alexia, presumably the other girl, gave me a mischievous smile and bit her bottom lip. All I could do was stand there and stutter like a fool for over a minute. Brad honked the horn, which set me free from my speechlessness. I looked over at him sitting in the truck. He tapped his wrist, which indicated that it was time for us to go.
"Um…well…I should probably go now." I started to turn and walk away, but the driver caught my arm.
"Wait!" I stopped and looked down at her hand wrapped around my arm. She had black finger nail polish; black is my favorite color. I turned back around to face the car and leaned down to the window again. "We can give you a ride." She smiled an innocent, very cute smile, exposing perfect, white teeth. Her brown eyes had a much softer glow now and she seemed like an ok person and not the bitch that she first appeared to be.
I stood there, puzzled, yet somewhat relieved because I didn't want to leave them. "Let me just talk to my friend really quick." I scrunched up my eyebrows as I walked towards the truck, wondering what genius excuse I could give Brad.
"Brad, would you mind deeply if I went with them?" I gave him my little girl look, thinking that would work better than any excuse I could possibly give. "Please?" I resorted to begging when I saw that my cuteness wasn't affecting him in any way.
"No way, Zoe. You just met these people, what? 2 minutes ago?" He looked at me again and I bit my bottom lip. His face softened and he sighed. "If you wind up in a ditch tomorrow, it's not my fault and don't ever say I didn't warn you." He handed me my bag, which contained nothing more than a few "happy pills" and some makeup.
"Oh thank you!" I jumped in the truck to hug him and give him a kiss on his cheek. I giggled as I slammed the door and ran back to the waiting Subaru. I ignored the fact that my skirt was slipping in an upwards direction and showing Brad a bit more than I usually let him see.
I nodded to the driver and she turned around and unlocked the back door. "Welcome aboard!" She greeted me as I climbed in the back. "Where to?" she looked at me through the rear view mirror.
"Well, I live with Brad, the guy in the truck. Therefore I don't have to be home anytime soon." I was trying to hint rather obviously that I wanted to go back to their place. I smiled at Alexia when she turned around and looked at me. Her blue eyes scanned my entire body. I shivered just thinking about the possibilities of the night. I felt my nipples become erect while the rest of my body gathered hoards of goosebumps.
"Why don't we go back to TJ's?" Alexia suggested to the driver, continuing to look me over.
"Who's TJ?" This struck my interest for two reasons: 1) TJ usually is a guy's name and 2) 'place' is another name for house.
"TJ is my brother. We're staying at his house for now. We're visiting from Pennsylvania." The driver informed me as the car turned onto a small side road.
"Is he going to be home?" I leaned in between the bucket seats and put my arms up on the backs of either seat.
"No, he's visiting an old college "buddy" in Portland. I really don't think we introduced ourselves to you properly. I'm Holiday Richardson, but my friends call me Holly. This is Alexia Ferrel, my best friend in the whole world." Holly looked over at Alexia and smiled. Alexia smiled back and we drove on through the warm, November night.
We drove for about a half an hour, towards the peninsula where I live. In that short time, I learned through body movements, more than conversation, that Alexia and Holly really were "best friends". Through simple conversation, I found out that they were both 19, the same as me. The girls told me of how they had known each other their whole lives and even lived next door to one another back in Philly. I noticed that Alexia liked to run her fingers through her short blonde hair a lot. She did it at least twenty times in that half-hour.
We made a turn onto a heavily forested, dirt road. It was extremely dark and I started wondering if it actually led somewhere. It did, eventually. After about 5 minutes, we were idling in front of an old house. It looked like a cabin more than anything else. Holly put the car in park and turned off the engine. The cabin stood dark and eerie looking, in the deeply wooded area. Both of the girls got out of the car. I followed slowly, thinking of just how old this place was. Alexia unlocked the front door. While she fiddled with the latch, I saw Holly follow a trail of goosebumps starting at my neck and going deep down into my tight black tanktop.
We walked into the pitch-black cabin. Alexia reached across my chest and flicked on the light switch on the wall next to me. As her arm returned to its former position, at her side, she lightly grazed across my breasts. I looked over at her and she smirked a little then moved over to the couch. The cabin wasn't very big, but it was cozy. The tiny living room was filled mostly by a large fireplace against the wall and a plush couch sat in front of it. Holly showed me the kitchen while Alexia lit the brick fireplace. The kitchen was actually larger than what I would've expected for a cabin. A round table was placed in the corner upon which, sat a bottle of red wine and a couple of candles. Instead of showing me their bedroom upstairs, Holly sat me down on the couch.
"I should go straighten up a bit before I allow you to see MY room!" Alexia said emphasizing that it was her room. She trotted up the carpeted stairs and out of sight. This left Holly and me alone in front of a blazing fireplace.
"You look kind of tense." Holly stated her observation casually and scooted closer to me on the couch.