Alison lets you sit on her lap.

She rolls her eyes and gestures you towards her. "Fine," she says. "Break Roger's heart why don't you?"

You uncomfortably step into the truck and rest on your friend's shapely legs. She's clad in shorts made of denim and a pink tank top. Beside you sits Roger and you offer him an awkward smile and wave, hoping to seem apologetic.

"Alright. Everybody comfortable back there? Let's go!" shouts Troy.

The truck begins to move, and you sweat at your situation. You're extremely aroused, and slight movements cause your strange panties to arouse you further by slipping in to where they don't belong. Not only that, but you're sitting on your friend Alison's legs. If you orgasm like this, it will be the most embarrassing moment of your life.

"Cold?" Alison asks. Without waiting for an answer, she pulls a red blanket from beside her and brings it over the both of you. It feels quite comfortable, actually. It brings a smile to your face, especially the feeling on concealment. Perhaps the trip won't be so bad.

"Let's get something to eat," says Roger.

The truck makes its way onto the main road, providing a smooth ride that lasts for only a moment longer.

You begin to feel Alison's hand gently caress your smooth upper leg. Your eyebrows raise and you look around, as if somebody could notice what's happening beneath the blanket. Was this her plan all along?

You tremble at her touch, feeling too helpless to say anything. It would also... feel really nice. Her fingers lift your skirt and begin to touch the skin directly next to your most sensitive spot.

You breath in deeply, hoping to make it look like nothing at all is happening between the two of you. Roger looks over briefly, but you only exchange smiles before he returns to talk to Troy about something else.

It finally happens. She lifts your tiny underwear to touch you herself. You let out a small, "Oh!" but mask it quickly with a terrible lie about knowing somebody who used to live at a house you passed. Alison smiles.