All characters and situations are fictional.
All characters are above the age of consent.
Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.
Casey climbed into her white Chevy Cruz, impatiently waiting for Valerie and Jessica, who were casually walking back to the car from the restrooms at the rest area they had stopped at.
The 22-year-old college senior was flustered. She looked at her reflection in the rear view mirror. The pretty, smiling face, adorned with curly brown hair that nearly reached her shoulders did not display the frustration she was feeling, especially at Valerie, who had slowed their return considerably.
The trio from Holy Mount College had slipped away on Saturday to attend a concert festival several hours away. Casey had to be talked into going by Valerie. It's not that she didn't want to go, it's just that they were not supposed to leave the grounds over the weekend. Still, they had gone, but they had to get back before curfew tonight or risk getting caught.
The real risk was not so much for Casey, or even Valerie. Both of them had fewer restrictions. But Valerie had talked Casey into bringing Jessica with them. Jessica was a 20-year-old sophomore, and was under considerably more restrictions than Casey, or the 21-year-old Valerie. If she were caught, she might be expelled. And since Casey and Valerie were both at least 21, they would be held accountable for their part and could face severe retribution from the school. Casey was in her final year now and couldn't risk that.
Valerie opened the passenger door and fell into the seat. Casey observed the girl's ample 36-C breasts jiggle beneath the dark blue halter top she was wearing. Her long, straight hair had been lightened recently, and was now a dirty blonde color instead of her usual brown that Casey was used to. Valerie was an attractive, Shapley young woman. Being thin and small busted, Casey was often jealous of her well developed friend, especially at how men were always attracted to her.
Valerie wasn't overly promiscuous, but she had definitely had her share of men. Casey was pretty certain that the girl had given a guy a blow job last night, if she didn't go farther..
Casey had remained a virgin until her junior year of college. But she had been with two men that year. Both had been seniors when she dated them. She was still dating the second when he graduated, and, while she had hoped the relationship would continue, he ended it over the summer.
Jessica got into the back seat. While Casey was pretty, and Valerie was very attractive, Jessica was stunningly beautiful. Was was just a little taller than the other two women, standing 5'9" without heels. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair that reached below her shoulder blades. A shapely 34-c, 24, 34 body with long sexy legs, that were currently on display in her denim shorts. Jessica had an alluring face, with dark, almond shaped eyes, and full, sexy lips. The girl couldn't help but turn men on everywhere she went.
Jessica had inherited her exotic features from her Italian mother, and her father, who was from Spain. Both were attractive people who had given their daughter all the best DNA to make her beautiful.
While the girl was striking to behold, Jessica was quite the prim and proper lady. Sure, she liked to party and have a good time. She also enjoyed drinking beer when she could get access to it. But, like Casey, she was a virgin when she started college. She dated, but that was it. Then she met Tony. They dated for six months, and all he could do with her was make out and feel her up. Then she mercifully gave him a few handjobs. Finally, one night, during the final week of the school year, she surprised him by handing him a condom and telling him that she was ready.
They fucked three times that week before she went home for the summer, and twice since school has resumed. Jessica had wanted to wait until her wedding night, but she felt confident that Tony was eventually going to be her husband.
Once all three were inside and buckled in, Casey turned the key. Instead of starting, the engine made whirring and clicking noises. All of the dashboard warning lights lit up and remained on.
"Shit." Casey spat.
She had been having difficulty starting the car recently, and this morning they had to get someone to jump start the engine. Casey was confident that it was the battery, and that they had been driving long enough today for it to be fully charged by now.
"Come on, Casey, get it started." Valerie said.
"It's not like I'm not trying." Casey replied, turning the key in the ignition once more.
"This can't be happening." Jessica bemoaned, already worrying about what might happen if the college found out that she had left the campus for the weekend.
Casey pulled the hood release lever and exited the car. The petite girl, dressed in shorts and a pink tee-shirt, raised the hood and looked at the engine as if it was going to start magically.
Valerie and Jessica joined her. Valerie was the only one of the three not in shorts, opting to wear jeans.
"Car problems, ladies?" A voice called out.
All three girls turned to look at the metallic black, two door, 2006 Pontiac GTO that had pulled up alongside of them. Two men stepped out of the car. Both men were older, in their late twenties or so, Casey guessed. They were tall and slender, with dark brown hair and very similar facial features. The driver looked like he had not shaved in a couple days. He was wearing a pair of jeans, brown cowboy boots, and an AC/DC tee-shirt.
The second was clean shaven and slightly better looking, and was also in jeans and a Budweiser tee-shirt, and black sneakers.
"My name is Roger, this is my brother, Randy." The driver said.
Casey noticed that both men eyed Valerie's swaying boobs as they jiggled beneath her halter top with every move she made. She also caught them looking at her nipples that were poking through her tee-shirt, making her wish that she had taken the time to put on a bra this morning.
The men had already taken notice of the beautiful Jessica, but since she was wearing a bra and better concealed, they naturally were compelled to look at the other girl's tits.
"It won't start." Casey said.
"Give it a try." Roger said.
Casey hurried around and turned the key as the two brothers checked under the hood. She tried three times before the men motioned for her to stop.
After asking Casey a few questions, the brothers spoke in unison, "Alternator."
"How can we get that fixed on Sunday?" Casey asked.
Roger shrugged his shoulders. "Not many shops open on Sunday."
Jessica spoke up, "We have to get back to college. I'll get expelled if they find out I snuck out."
Randy grinned, then he looked at his brother. "You think Jimmy can help?"
Roger smiled knowingly, "Maybe, sounds like they're desperate."
Randy turned to the girls, "We have a friend who owns a garage. We could call him to see if he can help you."
"How much do you think it would cost?" Casey asked, "I don't have much money."
"Let me find out." Randy said. He pulled out his phone and walked a short distance away, far enough to where the girls couldn't hear his conversation.
After a few minutes he hung up and returned. "Good news, he can get an alternator for this car. He is sending his driver to get the car."
"What about the amount?" Casey asked.
"He can work something out."
The way he looked at Valerie made Casey nervous. But the girl seemed to like the attention.
