Aimee to the rescue!

Aimee's car pulled up at the curb in front of you just as you were starting to fiddle with the zipper on your skirt. "Hey there baby, need a ride?" She asked. You were in the car before she finished asking, and melted into the leather seat beside her, the world spinning pleasantly around you.

If your own outfit was a bit risque, hers was solidly over the line from tasteful into slutty. She wore a white tube top and short skirt and a pair of oversized fashion sunglasses. You loved it on her. Her hair cascaded out behind her in the convertible, hanging around her shoulders and making her look like some sex angel come to rescue you.

"Aimee, thank you SO much!" you gushed, a confused array of emotions turning over inside you. You were still more horny than you'd been in your life, but you were also relieved and glad to see her.

Without thinking about it, you leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She returned it, but then stiffened. She had a concerned tone in her voice when she asked, "Stefi, are you okay? You seem a little... Do you want me to take you home? Should I call Greg?" She was breathing heavily too, and seemed to be struggling to restrain herself from further intimacy. "Your tits look phenomenal, baby."

Your voice was soft and slow when you answered, "Not Greg. Not home. I'm *not* okay, Aimee. ... My pussy is totally on fire and I can't even handle it! I'm... What do you do when you're super horny?" As you asked the question, you mentally kicked yourself. That was the wrong thing to ask, and you could see Aimee's nipples coming to firm attention in her tube top when she heard you.

She held herself together and looked at you, surprised. "You're asking *me?*" You watched, feeling dizzy, as her concerned look turned mischievous, flirtatious. "Well, when I'm *really* horny, I find somebody to fuck." She let the words sink in and she pulled into a parking lot before turning to you. "Is that what you're looking for, Stefi? Do you need somebody to fuck right now?" She reached a hand across the center console and rested it in your thigh as she spoke, moving it up as she continued. "Last night, I thought you were just trying new things with me... Seeing you like this though..."

When had your hand slipped between your legs again? You struggled to focus, but everything felt *so* good. You were drifting, savoring the way your fingers felt as they teased your pussy through the thin skirt. You looked up some time later and saw Aimee *very* close and smelling impossibly good in the parked car. Your mouth was watering.

She watched you, still holding herself back. The look in her eyes... was it... appraising? Then she continued, "I thought you were so different from me, Stefi. You dressed different... You were so much smarter than anyone I knew... You were kind of a bitch, really. But then you opened up, and we started having fun together... I think you might be exploring who you *really* are right now, and you might not be that different from me after all." She reached down and took your hand from between your legs, her movements gentle but firm. You whined, an animal sound at the back of your throat, and shook your head, trying to clear it. She'd given you a moment of what was almost lucidity, and you needed to use it.

"Aimee," you said, "I need... please." She smelled so perfect, and her body was so close. You tried again. You had to see a phycologist. You needed to get help. "I need... I'm too horny, you know? I need to... To see a..."

Aimee smiled, her moment of sensitive understanding giving way to the lust she'd been holding back, and you felt her fingers slip under your skirt in the car. Fireworks went off in your head and you closed your eyes. You moaned, grinding into her hand, and she kissed you deeply with tongue. "I know exactly what we need, baby." she said, and you nodded, lost in pleasure, as she started up the car, still fingering you as she pulled out of the parking lot.