About 5 pm, Willy and I were finishing up, talking about going to get some grub before coming back to clean up a little. We could leave the shit out, but we knew we’d finish the next day, and could give ourselves an afternoon off by doing a lot of the clean-up work that evening. So wouldn’t you know it, Ashley and Kimmy come out of the house, having finished their homework. Willy was about to crawl into the truck, while I was in the passenger seat, with the window down all the way. As the big-boobed teen passed us in the driveway, I asked where she was, headed home? She nodded, yup.
I looked at Willy, and didn’t need to discuss it further with him. “Well,” I told her, “we’re going to grab a bite — fast food or junk like that — wanna come along, get a bite with us?” I wasn’t sure I was asking for sex, just an opportunity to put her in the truck with us.
The girl whirled back to make sure her friend Kimmy had retreated into the house, so she wasn’t being subjected to Kimmy’s reaction. “Um, yeah,” the high school girl chirped with a toothy grin, “that sounds good.”
All of a sudden, I was standing on the driveway holding the pickup truck’s door open, allowing the girl to slide into the middle of the seat. As she passed me, I got a whiff of her perfume — strong, sweet, really sexy.
Soon we were jostling down the streets, heading a few miles towards one of the state routes where all the fast-food places were lined up. Willy and I were talking nicely to her, saying we appreciated the company, don’t get pretty girls to come with us much, that sort of stuff. As the truck bounced down the street, I couldn’t help but notice the jugs on this teenager bouncing too — I mean, her chest was undulating like a machine recording every bump the truck hit. So at one point, with my eyes glued to her breasts bouncing in her t-shirt inside her unfastened jeans jacket, I said to the broad, “You know, you must be extremely popular at school, why don’t you have like dozens of boyfriends?”
I know the bitch saw me staring at her breasts, and she didn’t move to cover them up, instead keeping them pushed forward on her chest between Willy and me. “Well, I have one,” she told me, giggling a little at how I was so obviously staring at her tits, “but he’s sort of a dork, but he’s cute.”
“Dork, huh?” I looked past her at Willy, who flashed me one of those knowing grins, then began staring at her tits again as much as he was looking at the road. I turned to gaze at her boobs once more, then up to her eyes to make sure she saw me looking at her tits — then, back down at her tits. “Well, Willy and I ain’t dorks — you ever dated a real man before?”
Her voice was a little nervous, as she tried to sound more grownup. Pushing her long, black hair behind and ear, she shook her head a little. “Nuh-huh — but, wanted to.”
My dick was throbbing hard in my jeans by this point, smelling her perfumes and seeing those big breasts. I loved that she liked showing them off, and now I loved her more that she liked older guys. “Well, maybe Willy or me here can show you a good time sometime.” (I was thinking, how about right now, you hot tramp?) “Would you like that sometime?”