Jennifer and Sherrie had been best friends since grade school when they would ride their horses together. They were about to become seniors in high school and were looking forward to getting their own cars and driving all over the country. Sherrie's horse had died 2 years ago but Jen still rode everyday. She did not, however, ride near Ajello's Bluff since the spring, when she was raped by Bob LaRouche while riding up there. He had taken her virginity and come in her mouth and pussy. By the end, she had given in and let him take her however he wanted to. She hated him but, her body had turned on her and she had come five times during the ordeal. Sherrie knew nothing about it. In the months since, LaRouche had fucked Jennifer five more times. It wasn't exactly rape anymore. He would catch her alone and she would give in without a fight.
Sherrie was on track to become class valedictorian next year. She was still a virgin and thought Jen was too. They were both 18. Sherrie was 5'8" and 120lbs. Her blonde hair hung like silk around the sides of her face and spilled out on her shoulders. If brushed in front it would just reach the tops of her small breasts. Although just A-cups, her tits were perfectly shaped and sat high on her chest. Her long, flat stomach flared into the curve of her hips. Her legs were long and lean, ending in a beautiful, heart-shaped ass. Although very sexy, she usually wore long skirts and sweaters, effectively covering all except her exquisite face. Most guys in school gave her a wide berth since she was so much smarter than they. She really wasn't stuck up, but that was her reputation.
Jennifer was shorter, standing 5'4" and 105lbs. Her sandy brown hair turned blonde in summer. Her body was most schoolboys' wet dream. Firm C-cup breasts, shapely shoulders, thighs, ass; everything was perfect. Always in jeans and cowgirl boots, a bit of her natural smile had left since that day on the bluff. Bob had told some of the guys on the football team of his conquest and now they would occasionally rub against her in the hallway or grab her ass at her locker. Jen tried to ignore them rather than make a scene at school.
Tonight the two girls were at the county carnival. Jen's older brother dropped them off and would pick them up later if they called his cell phone. Their folks did not give them a curfew since they thought Billy was with them. Sherrie was wearing all white, tennis shorts and T-shirt. Her shirt was cut off short, showing a few inches of her belly. White socks and sneakers left most of her legs bare to the summer night. Jennifer wore a faded denim top, buttoned once and tied in a knot below her breasts. Her long hair was braided in a single ponytail. Sherrie had convinced her to wear a skirt for once and loaned her one of her own, black and pleated. Although short for Sherrie, on Jen it reached the knees. With her boots on Jen looked the part of a country singer.
Once Billy dropped them, he went to the bar. When Jen called, Billy was drunk and couldn't go anywhere. They were on their own.
"How are we getting home, then?" Sherrie complained.
"Don't worry, we can find a ride." Jen was ever the optimist. "There are lot's of kids from school here. Someone must have room." The girls lived out in the woods, quite a ways from town. After walking around the carnival again for an hour, they had no luck. All the girls were on dates or did not yet drive. They got two offers, one of which was in the back of a livestock trailer. The other was with Kyle and Gerry, two friends of Bob LaRouche from the football team. Jen didn't want to go with them, but Sherrie accepted before she could say no. Jen was very nervous about getting in the car with these guys.
Kyle was a cornerback, 6' and 190lbs. He was an outgoing, Irish partier. He was popular and good-looking. Gerry was the starting running back. He was a deceptive 200lbs and stood only 5'10". He seemed shy for a football player but he could have been low key on account of his skin color. Sherrie thought he was intelligent and well spoken, for a black man. Both were friendly, but both were tight with LaRouche.
On the ride it all started. Sherrie and Jen rode in the back of Kyle's '82 Monte Carlo. It was a two-door, so the seats had to be moved forward to let them in. The guys checked out their legs, as the girls climbed in. A mile down the road Kyle asked Sherrie what they could pay for gas.
"We only went to the carnival cause it wouldn't cost anything." She replied. "I'm saving up to buy a really nice car like this one." They all laughed at that one, except Jen.
After negotiating back and forth, it was settled. First, the girls offered to pay a few bucks next week. The guys countered with; "You can get out here." Eventually it was agreed that upon arrival at each girl's home, she would make out with one of the guys for 5 minutes.
Sherrie's house was first and she was nervous. "A little harmless kissing, that's all," she kept telling herself, "and only for 5 minutes." She had done that before.
Kyle parked up the road, just out of sight of Sherrie's house. She rode on his side of the car so she was his. As she got out of the car, she was shaking. Kyle closed the door and gently leaned her against it. The window was partially open so they could hear Jen call "Time."
