Accept his offer of a ride

Having Zack’s car could be helpful, so you accept his offer to give you a ride.

You’ve been in your buddy’s car countless times, but never as a girl. Opening the passenger door and looking inside, you realize just how much of a slob he is. Fast food wrappers, unopened mail, and assorted junk litter the backseat and the dashboard. You take the three adult magazines that occupy the passenger seat in your hand to make room for you to sit. Zack gets behind the wheel and sees the magazines and quickly takes them from you.

“Um... those aren’t for me. I got them for a ... friend who is in the hospital.” He blushes slightly, and you realize that you hardly ever see him embarassed. Zack talks openly about sex all the time with you, but after what the two of you just did together, he must want to impress you or something.

“Could you just put these in the glove compartment?” he asks.

You open the glove compartment, and you see his assortment of condoms that he keeps on hand. Various wrappers proclaim the qualities of their contents: ripped, lubed, flavored, extra-thin, etc. You’ve seen them before, and it always makes you think about the fact that each one of those lucky condoms is destined to be in direct, intimate contact with Zack’s penis. Knowing now just how that penis looks, feels, and tastes, you feel a renewed stirring inside you, and your vagina grows wet as you think that it could be wrapped around his cock, just like those little rubber sleeves.

You quickly shove the magazines in the compartment and close the door, trying to drive out the images.

“So... to the library, then,” says Zack. He looks over his right shoulder as he backs up the car, and you feel his eyes on your breasts. His gaze lingers there for a long while before he says, “You know... Now that I think of it, Justin might be up at Skyler’s Ridge, instead of the library.”

Skyler’s Ridge? You’re about to ask him what the hell he’s talking about. Why on earth would he think you would be there? There’s nothing there but a few trees and a couple of park benches. The only reason anyone goes up there is to make out.

Realization dawns on you. That’s Zack’s not-so-subtle way of trying to get some more one-on-one time with you.

You look at the clock, remembering that there is a sense of urgency in getting to the bottom of this whole thing. At the same time, you tell yourself that it might not be a bad idea to let an hour or two pass with you away from the campus, just to avoid any likelihood that you will be discovered by Dr. Burbank and his accomplices.