Ride Home

Pete switched the radio station for the third time, and Ben swore.

"Keep it on The Jam, you tool," Ben told him.

"Why can't I ride in front?" Daryl asked from the back.

"Because I called shotgun," Pete said slowly, like Daryl was a moron. "Thems the rules."

"This bites," Daryl announced. "Saturday night, have to hang out with you two losers instead of --"

"Hey, is that girl hitching?" Ben asked.

They got closer to a figure at the side of the road, a girl in a sun dress and flip flops, carrying a backpack.

"That's -- I know her," Pete said suddenly. "Isn't that April's cousin?"

The girl flipped her long brown hair, and gestured again that she wanted to get picked up.

"The one staying with the Johnsons for the summer?" Daryl asked. "Kind of looks like her..."

"That's her," Pete said confidently. "I've been watching her, that hot little body of hers." Just then the wind blew her dress against her, accentuating her curves, and showing that she wasn't wearing a bra. "We have *definitely* got to get her in here."

By that time, Ben had slowed down. "Hey," he called out, leaning out of the car with a smile.

She grinned. "Hey yourselves." She came to Ben's side, and leaned down to talk to him, giving them a glimpse of her breasts. When Pete angled his head back, he could see just the edge of a pink nipple, and grinned to himself.

"Listen, if you're going this way, do you think you could drop me off at --" she began to ask.

"At the Johnsons place," Daryl interrupted. "You're April's cousin, right?"

She stopped, as though wary, and then smiled again. Daryl must have looked back at her, the way her ass was sticking out, the short sun dress just barely covering her panties, because he gulped audibly. "Yeah, I'm Donna. You know April, I guess?"

"From youth group," Daryl said. The other two made noises indicating he should shut up.

"Youth group, huh?" She seemed to find that pretty funny. "Well, then I know I'll be safe with you guys." She put her hand on the door to the backseat.

"Daryl, it's your turn to ride in the front seat," Pete said.

Daryl looked at him wide-eyed, and then made a face as Donna got in the car and settled herself. "But--"

"Now, you've been complaining the whole time you want to sit in front, so you should thank me," Pete said. He gave Daryl a hard look.

Daryl grumbled, but he got out, and he and Pete switched. Ben laughed softly as he pulled out onto the road.

"So you're going back for...what?" Pete asked her. "Dinner? You and April going out tonight?"

She shrugged. "My family's having guests over for some kind of game night. I never play, and they don't even notice when I get home really late." She shot Pete a look. "But since there's nothing better to do, yeah, I'm headed back there."

"Yeah?" He stretched his arm out across the back of the seat, flicking his eyes up to catch Ben's gaze for a moment. Ben said nothing, but took a right turn that would take them the long way to the Johnsons' place, instead of getting them there by the quickest route.

"You should hang with us," Pete told her. He let his arm come down around her shoulder.

She stilled, and then smiled up at him. She was a pretty good looking girl. Not a model or anything, but her eyes were green, her brown hair thick and shiny, her face cute with a small nose. But her body -- the way her breasts were brushing against her dress, her nipples little nubs pushing the material out, the cling of the fabric to her thighs and outlining her groin as it clung to her -- her body was pretty distracting. "Maybe sometime," she told him.

He slid his arm down just a little, draping his hand right above her breast, and tugged her towards him. "Why not now?" he asked, before leaning down and kissing her.

She tried to say something, but he kept his mouth covering hers, and pretty soon she had curled one hand around his neck and was kissing him back, opening her mouth when he edged his tongue forward, and making these cute little sounds as he deepened the kiss.

"I have to get back," she mumbled as Pete tilted her head back so he could lick at and nibble on her neck.

In the front seat, Daryl was shamelessly turned around, hanging over the edge of the bench seat of the old car. Ben was watching from the mirror, and he licked his lips as Pete glanced at him.

"Come on," he whispered, kissing her again, and finally moving his fingers to stroke her breasts through her dress.

"No, wait," she began to say, but Pete silenced her again with his mouth on hers.

"Not with them in the car," she stammered when she drew back.

"They don't even care," he told her, pulling her back into another kiss.

Ben was still driving, but they were slowing down, and Pete said, "Keep on driving" under his breath. Ben shook himself a little, then turned down the old road that no one hardly ever used anymore, a long road that went through the back paths of the town.

"I don't think I should," she said fretfully. "I don't -- I don't even know you, and it's not like we're alone..."

"We're fine," he assured her.

She blinked at him, and then made a small noise when Pete rubbed his palm over her nipple.

"It's okay," he told her, and then pulled her into his lap so he could reach under her dress.

She gasped when he stroked along the wet panel of her panties, and moaned when he kept rubbing her there. "This is weird," she whispered into his ear.

"Just us, okay?" he said. He winked at Daryl, who was watching avidly, though he was behind Donna and she couldn't tell.

For a while he kept his free hand stroking her breast, rubbing hard over her nipples and making her cry out against his mouth while he kissed her.

Ben cleared his throat from the front seat when Pete got Donna's dres to slip past her shoulders, exposing her back and breasts.

"You're so wet," he said against her lips.

She squirmed in response, obviously so turned on that she couldn't bear for him to stop touching her, so into it that she wasn't thinking anymore about the other two boys in the front seat.

"Pull over," Pete said softly even as he circled his fingertip over and over Donna's panties right up against her clit.

She tossed her head back when she came, and then kissed Pete frantically.

After a moment, she shook her hair back and smiled shyly. "I should go back to the party, with the games? But if you wanted to call me."

"Aww," Pete said as he kissed her again. "What are you talking about? We got ourselves a party going right here, huh? And if you want games..." He let the sentence dangle as he smiled at her.

She glanced behind her, and saw that both Ben and Daryl were watching her hungrily. "No, I'll walk home," she said, starting to gather her dress. She tried the door, but it was locked -- Ben had taken care of that from the front.

"Even if you could get out, you're twenty miles away from your family's house," Pete told her.

She struggled to get away from him, hitting his chest with her small fists, but he managed to hold her waist and work his finger into her pussy, still wet from when she'd come.

"No, stop," she said now, sounding panicked.

But he didn't, stroking and thrusting his finger inside of her until he could feel her trembling again.

***** End part 1******

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