Alison makes you sit on Roger's lap.

"Oh don't be so lame, Jane! Roger doesn't bite." She winks and closes the door behind her. You now have **** but to sit on his lap, but you're wearing a skirt with no panties! What if he finds out somehow? You press down the front of your skirt as your face flushes with worry.

You shift nervously as you eye Roger entering his side, and you pat down the sides of your skirt with a hope and a prayer that nobody finds out the truth. Carefully, you rest yourself on his thighs, though you make certain the fabric covering your nethers is down as much as physically possible.

Alison flashes you a devious smile. Could she possibly see through your lie? Truthfully you know you couldn't be hiding it well. Hopefully nobody finds it suspicious that your face is completely red and that you seem overly self-conscious about your clothing.

Nevertheless, you relax as much as you can on the boy's lap despite your naughty secret. Troy turns his head to you from the seat and asks you a question.

"You're the one without a seat, Jane. How about you choose where we go? It's only fair."

You breath a sigh of relief knowing the destination is in your hands. You wonder where you could go with friends to not be found out.