A not-so-clean getaway

Before Amy can come to your rescue, and before Candy can give her something to really rescue you from, Rebecca forces her way back into the room.

"Sorry! Totally forgot where we kept the keys! You guys don't mind, right?" Candy's grip loosens at the interruption, and Amy takes the chance to booty-bump her off of you, a hefty impact that sends Candy stumbling away while Amy takes her spot behind you, hands delicately placed on your waist while your body shields her front.

"Sure, whatever," Amy says, "let's get the door, yeah?" Rebecca leads the way, all-too-politely waiting for each individual partygoer to move aside as she glances over her shoulder to see you squirm, and all the while you can feel Candy staring daggers at your back, or more accurately, the girl pressed against it. Rebecca opens the door and graciously waves you in, at which point Amy pushes you forward and dives to look underneath the bed.

"Where-- there, got it!" After a moment on her knees, rump up in the air, Amy triumphantly pulls her backpack out from under the bed. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing it, happy that you'll have at least a little dignity back. But Rebecca doesn't look so happy as she flicks the lights on and sees the bed.

"What the fu- oh, gross!" Now that the room is a bit brighter you realize that, while you and Amy might have showered off, you certainly left behind a bit of a mess. Mud, sweat, lake water, and a conspicuous couple of other liquids have stained the guest room comforter. It doesn't take much for Rebecca to identify the culprits, and as she wheels around with a glare all you and Amy can do is muster your most apologetic smiles.

"Well, uh... sorry!" Amy starts, "I guess you can't say we didn't have a good time, right-- hey!" Rebecca grabs one of the backpack's straps and pulls, trying to yank it out of Amy's grasp. "Are you crazy?!" The shorter woman is **** to use both hands to hold onto it, and her body jiggles and ripples with every pull from Rebecca.

"You two trashed the bed! You're not going anywhere until this shit gets cleaned up!" The two girls struggle, with Amy managing to circle around to you and position her back to the doorway.

"Grab the bag!" Amy tells you. As distracting as her flexing cheeks are, you heed her command, taking the strap in one hand at first and, as Amy lets go, both hands. You're grateful for the doorway behind you restricting the size of the audience staring at your ass, but Rebecca gets a full view as you let your cock bounce into the open. Her eyes go wide and she falters, giving Amy the chance she needs to open and empty the backpack's front pocket. "Let's go!" she shouts, holding up her phone, your phone, and your keys.

"But--"

"Go!" You let go of the strap and Rebecca falls straight back onto the soiled bed spread. She's startled into silence for a moment; it's only once the two of you have pushed your way out into the hall that she lets out an ear-piercing shriek in disgust. You don't look back though, Amy barreling along behind you as you bowl through the crowd of people cheering you on. Modesty is fully abandoned as you use both arms to brush people aside, and plenty of your classmates relish in the opportunity to stroke your shaft, cup your balls, or smack your ass as you run past. A few people just give you high fives, which actually makes you feel a bit better, before you see Candy taking up a goalie's position blocking the end of the hall. Amy keeps pushing you forward as you try to slow down, and Candy is grinning, almost looking ready to pounce... and Julie is grinning too, from just behind Candy's shoulder.

With a wink, the red head grabs Candy's bikini strings and pulls hard, whipping both halves of the swimsuit off her body. Her tits bounce and she's too stunned to cover her clean-shaven pussy, and she's off balance enough that when you run into her with the slap of flesh-on-flesh, she's sent sprawling backwards and spread eagle while you keep running out the door, the whoops and cheers growing mute as you finally make it out into the night air. Even with the dark it's not hard to find your car, though you almost fumble the keys when Amy tosses them to you. The two of you hop in and peel out, Amy tossing your phones into the cup holders, and then you're out on the road!

The two of you are silent other than some heavy breathing and the occasional nervous giggle. You can't make out much in the dim light of the dashboard, but recent memories fill the blanks every time you glance over at Amy's nude silhouette, reclining back with her feet up on the dash. You can tell she sees just enough of you too, when she chuckles at your slowly deflating cock twitching in time to your heartbeat. Eventually, she picks up on plugs in her phone, setting the GPS-- not to your house, but to hers.

"You gonna have anything that fits me back at your place?" You ask her.

"No," she says, then pauses, "Well, not clothes, anyway."

"Then what?"

"Condoms."

"...Your place is it, then."

Any thoughts about getting dressed, getting back into your house unseen, or getting away from whatever **** Rebecca is planning for Monday, are all pushed out of your mind. There's still two more days in the weekend, and you feel like you'll have more than enough to keep you occupied.