The big grad-night Senior beach party had been great: Volleyball in the sand, live music, food and drink, and a bonfire that lasted until the wee hours. Of course, people had smuggled in beer and weed and other things, so the party was a little wilder than the school was probably comfortable with. However, everyone there was at least eighteen, so there was only so much they could do to regulate it.
Dave had been designated driver, as usual. He was the responsible one, the guy who always made sure everyone got home safe. He and his girlfriend Tracy had piled up as many people as would fit in the back of his mom's minivan and were slowly dropping everyone off. There had been plenty of booze at the party and he was probably the best to drive, only having had one or two lite beers a few hours earlier. No one else was in any shape to get behind the wheel, that was for sure.
Either way, he kept his eyes on the road and was slowly emptying the van of passengers. At Tracy's house, she stopped by the driver's window to say goodbye and said, "Hey, don't forget to drop off Jessica and Sam. They're both pretty wasted."
He nodded, "Yeah, I got them." He was a little pissed off with Tracy and cut their interaction short. During the party people had been slipping away to hookup and when Dave had suggested they go find somewhere to fool around, Tracy had declined, saying she was on her period. Dave had beat around the bush asking for a blowjob instead, and she had just laughed and walked away. He was still a little annoyed about it. Sure, they had sex sometimes but it was never as often as he wanted or in the places he wanted it.
Tracy gave him the address for Jessica's house and he plugged it into his GPS then said goodbye as the coordinates booted up. As he pulled away from Tracy's house, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw his buddy Sam from childhood and Jessica, a girl who they both knew from their high school but weren't very close with.
Jessica was sort of short for a girl, like 5'5, but she had a full figure with curves in the right places. Even under the baggy jeans and simple sweaters she typically wore, her hourglass figure was impossible to miss. Her dark hair was long and straight, usually tied up in a pony tail, and she had these big, clunky black glasses that made her look like a sexy librarian. She was always the good girl, the straight-A student, and the one who never got into trouble. In a way, she sort of resembled the character Alex Dunphy from tv's Modern Family, all brains and no game, but somehow with this dynamite body hidden under her baggy clothes.
Jessica looked like she was passed out in the very back, her head resting on the back window. There was a rumor she and her boyfriend had broken up earlier in the evening and she had taken it pretty hard. Dave had seen her chugging beers and shots of "Panty-Dropper Punch" at the party, trying to drown her sorrows. Dave knew that stuff was wild, who knew what they put into it, but it was supposed to make girls... loose. He didn't think there was an actual recipe for it, but it was something like a bottle of rum, a bottle of vodka, a bunch of tequila, some Hawaiian Punch, and a few other mystery ingredients. He didn't think there was actual drugs in there, but with something called "Panty-Dropper Punch", you never knew what you were getting.
Dave had kept an eye on Jessica, making sure she didn't get into any trouble, but he hadn't expected her to end up in the back of his van, super passed out. There were a few friends with her earlier, but Dave must have dropped them off already. Jessica hadn't said anything, so she had sort of slipped his mind. He had been too busy making sure everyone else got home safely.
Sam, Dave's best friend since kindergarten, was sitting in the middle row, looking pretty drunk but still alive and looking around. He was a good-looking guy, with a charming smile and a cocky attitude that drove girls wild. He was also a bit of an asshole, but Dave loved him like a brother. Dave was pretty sure Sam had smuggled a few beers into the car and had been slowly polishing them off, but that was just Sam, always pushing the limit, trying to get away with something.
"Hey, Sam," Dave said, glancing at his friend in the rearview mirror. "You think you could keep an eye on Jessica? Make sure she doesn't, you know, choke on her own vomit or something?"
Sam chuckled, "Yeah, sure thing. I got her." He moved to sit next to Jessica in the back seat and took a good look at her. To Sam, Jessica Miller was sort of a goody goody at school and had never popped up on his 'babe-dar', but now that he was looking at her, he realized she was actually pretty cute. Her tits were moving up and down with each breath she took, and her lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of her pink tongue. Even under the big baggy "Harvard" sweater she was wearing, he could see that she had a nice rack, and Sam couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants as he looked at her.
Sam leaned over and nudged her gently, "Jessica? You okay back here?"
Almost reflexively, she answered "mmm hmmm", which surprised Sam. He thought she was out cold. He nudged her again, a bit harder this time, and she stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open for a second, then closing again.
Sam smirked and called up to Dave, "Looks like she's fine, just sleeping off the booze."
Dave glanced at Sam in the rear view mirror, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Ok cool, just make sure she's okay. I don't want her to puke or anything."
Sam waved a dismissive hand, "Relax, Dave. I've got her. She'll be fine."
The van kept moving, and Sam looked back over at Jessica. She was still breathing evenly, but her eyes were fluttering open and closed, as if she was having trouble staying awake. Sam leaned in closer, taking a better look at her chest.
He could see the rise and fall of her breasts, and the way her sweatshirt clung to her curves. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her for a moment longer, taking in the curves of her body, the lines of her face. Her glasses were sitting a little odd and were fogged up, so he asked, "Jessica... Jess... your glasses are all messed up, can I help you with those?"
Again, Jessica answered in her drunken haze, "mmmm hmmm."
Sam took that as a yes and gently removed her glasses, setting them on the seat next to him. Although he had never really noticed her before, now he couldn't stop looking. Her eyes were closed, and he felt a strong urge to touch her, to run his hands over her body and feel her curves. Low, where Dave couldn't hear, he said, "Damn, girl you got some big titties, don't ya?"
Again, almost reflexively, she answered, "mmm hmmm". Jessica could hear someone talking to her, but the words were a little jumbled and her thoughts were hazy. It was like a weird feedback loop where she would hear the question, answer, then fully understand what they were saying.
Sam, emboldened by her response, raised an eyebrow and decided to push his luck. "Hey Jessica, if I accidentally touched your boobs, would that be ok?" Sam asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was close enough now that he could feel her breath on his face, sweet and warm with the faint taste of alcohol.
Again, she answered, "mmm hmmm". Jessica could hear someone talking to her, but the words were a little jumbled and her thoughts were hazy.
Sam wasn't sure if she was really awake or just responding to his voice, but he didn't care. He reached out and gently placed his hand on her breast, squeezing it softly. She didn't pull away, so he squeezed again, this time a little harder. Underneath the sweatshirt he could feel more fabric, a bra or something. Jessica moaned softly, her eyes still closed, but her body was responding to his touch.
