AR - Search for Kayla

Driving the narrow roads to the field at night is a different experience than in the day. Some of the forestlands back here are extremely swampy, so you have to be a bit careful so you don’t go off the road into the water. It’s nice to spend time with Adella, but you know how grumpy she gets when she’s interrupted in passionate mode.

You spot light through the trees and slow down, then turn off the car.

“What’s wrong?” Adella asks.

“I don’t want to drive straight up to someone who’s trying to have some privacy. We’d interrupt them just like we just got interrupted,” you say with a shrug.

Adella gazes at you for a moment. “That’s very considerate, America.” Gosh. Does she have to do this? She kind of made her point that she’s pissed when she covered your face in cum.

“You can stay in the car. We just need to see if it’s her car,” you say, patting her leg. You climb out into the cold night. Your breath comes out in clouds as you carefully pick your way along the road, shivering.

You creep into position to spy, which you are not very good at. It’s Kayla’s car. The windows are partially fogged, but you can still see enough to know that what’s going on there is consensual, and it’s a good time. Kayla is doing exactly what you thought, and you don’t blame her. Stuff like this is one of the perks of small-town life.

You sneak back to the car and climb in beside Adella. Before you start the engine, you call your mom.

“Did you find her?” she asks worriedly.

“Yes,” you say, trying not to laugh. “She’s at the spot, living her best life. Don’t act like you didn’t do the same thing when you were 18,” you accuse.

“Riley! Of course I did.” She breathes a sigh of relief. “OK. As long as she’s all right. Did you see who she’s with?”

“Not really. It’s nobody that I know.” Kayla and her friends are younger than you; you were never in the same grade, and never mixed with her generation. Two years is a big difference. “But it’s a guy her age. It’s not like some old man or something. He’s cute.”

“What’s he look like?”

“Uh…” you frown, thinking. “Pretty hot. Short hair. His skin color is a bit darker than Adella’s,” you say, patting her thigh. “He’s not like super tall if he can fit into Kayla’s car well enough to bone in there.”

“Oh, gosh.” You hear your mother’s sigh.

“What?” you say.

“That sounds like Darren. Ellen’s kid.”

For a second that doesn’t click, because Ellen’s as white as you are, but then you come to your senses. “Oh,” you say. “Oh.”