"Just because we had sex doesn't mean I'm letting you take the car this weekend."
Christine laughed as she punched me in the arm.
"Jerk. That's not why I did this."
"Why did you do this then? For ten years you've had dad wrapped around your little finger. He's given you everything you ever wanted. While I get to sit back and watch."
She started to cry and I pulled her tight caressing her lightly.
"You must think I'm a real bitch."
"I have called you that a few times in the last few years."
She giggled a little between sobs "Yes, you certainly have. And I deserved it every time you did."
I kissed her forehead.
"Pete, I've..." I looked into her face and she was biting her bottom lip. "God, I don't know how to say it properly."
"Since I have no idea how to read your mind you're going to have to say something I can understand."
"You always had so many friends when we were younger. I got jealous of how popular you were when I didn't have many friends at all. I wanted you pay attention to me and when you wouldn't I started to go to daddy. I got you into trouble a lot just so I could get you to talk to me. But my plan backfired and you pulled away from me even more. Pretty soon the only way to get you to talk to me at all was if I started a fight with you and then got daddy to back me up."
"Wait. You were jealous of me?"
"Still am a little. Do you know how many girls in school thought you were 'sooo hottt'? All of them. Including me." she bit her lip again. "But I couldn't say or do anything about it. I had to act like all my friends and the other girls in school were stupid for even suggesting you were desirable. And the more I heard about it the more I wanted to torture you."
"So you tried to sabotage my relationships?"
"Not consciously. But yes. I heard Beth Beyers telling some other girls about you and her having sex. I got so angry that I decided the only way to keep you from that was to take your car. After all no car, no way to take a date out for sex."
"I still found a way."
Christine got a sad look on her face at my confession. "Hey. Come on. I started hearing stories about you too. Brad Anderson told every guy in school you blew him on the first date and screwed his brains out a week later. Then every guy after that had to outdo each other. Paul Lewis told everyone he got your anal cherry. The list goes on."
I could see fury in her eyes but not directed at me.
"I can't believe those bastards. I barely let Brad feel me up over my blouse and bra. Paul was so scared on our date he almost passed out when I kissed him good night. The farthest I ever went was letting Jeremy Miller get a feel of bare tit."
I laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Jeremy told everyone he got you to give him a golden shower right after he ate you out."
"That sick fuck."
"After hearing all those stories from all those guys I started to believe some of them. I got really pissed off at you because you were using my car to go on dates and doing the stuff I was wanting to do. Not the golden shower thing, but most of the rest."
She laughed again. I stood up and started walking toward the door. She looked scared for a second.
"Just going to see if your jeans and panties are dry."
Her panties were dry but the jeans were still slightly damp. I grabbed them any way and walked back to the barn. I knew that once she got dressed they would quickly dry. I handed her the clothes and she set them in her lap.
"So what do you want to do now?" I asked.
"I don't want to go home yet. Can we go somewhere and eat then come back out here? I really like how quiet and peaceful it is."
"I need to make a couple of calls when we get to town anyway."
"Who to?"
"Mom and dad to let them know you are with me. And Jane Wilson. My reason for needing the car tonight. What about you? Anyone you need to call?"
"No. I was just going to drive the car around for an hour then park until midnight and then drive back home. I've been doing that a lot."
"What about Alan?"
"I quit dating him three months ago. He kept trying to get into my pants and I didn't want him there. So we broke up."
"Ready to get dressed now?"
She nodded and started pulling on her jeans. No panties, I love it when a girl goes commando. I did the same thing just pulling on my jeans. We gathered our shirts and pulled on our shoes and socks. I patted my pockets and felt the keys.
"Let's go."
Christine said "Wait." As I turned she jumped into my arms and kissed me. I held her for a minute before breaking the kiss. I grabbed her hand and led her to the car. As we got in she slid all the way over to sit next to me.
"I guess we won't be going toward home when we go out."
"Why not?"
"As far as everyone in town knows we hate each other. If they see you sitting in my lap they're going to know something is up."
"I didn't think of that."
I turned left when we hit the highway and we drove the forty miles to the next town. Christine reached into the back and pulled her purse off the floor.
"I never did ask you how you got out to the barn."
"When you accuse me of sleeping with dad I ran and jumped into the back seat. It was the only thing I could think of at the time."
Christine pulled out her cell phone and called home.
"Hi mom... yes Pete's with me... we're working some things out... no mom we're fine really... we'll be home some time tomorrow... tell dad to calm down or we might stay away for a couple of weeks... I love you mom... bye."