Beer

Lauren was just about to head back towards the garage when one of the men said "Hey, why not have a beer with us?"

"What?"

The man gave Ray a meaningful look. Ray cleared his throat and said "He's right, Lauren. It ain't a proper apology if you refuse to share a beer with us first."

"I can't. I'm not wearing any bottoms!" Lauren protested.

"Well now, that's up to you. Don't know how your mother will feel when she asks if you apologised proper, though..."

She stared at him. She wanted it to be a pleading stare, but it might have come across as an angry one. Either way it didn't work. He just smiled and patted the empty chair beside him. There didn't seem to be any alternative; she reluctantly sat down, her hands clamped over her crotch the entire time. The seat was made of plastic and it stuck to her skin as she tried to make herself comfortable. Her step father passed over a beer with the bottle cap still on.

"Could you open it for me, at least?" Lauren asked sulkily.

In response, Ray just passed over a bottle opener. His friends were chuckling amongst themselves and nudging one another. It was a two-handed job and they all knew it. Still, with one hand over her crotch Lauren gave it a go one-handed anyway. It didn't work, which caused only more laughter. She could feel her face turning red.

Carefully, so as not to expose herself, Lauren placed the ice-cold bottle between her thighs and then pressed it against her crotch. She removed her hand so that only the brown bottle protected her modesty. She gave a shiver at the ice cool touch against her exposed pussy lips. Then, holding the neck of the bottle for stability, she pressed the bottle opener against the cap and gave a push.

The beer exploded out of the bottle like it had been heavily shaken. The sticky golden beer soaked against her top and sprayed over her thighs. Without even thinking Lauren leapt out of the seat, swearing. She stood there for a few moments, hands outstretched in disgust, cold, sticky liquid pouring down her legs.

It was then that she remembered that she was still bottomless.

She quickly covered herself, but the laughter was already starting. She felt her blush deepen. There was no way this could get any worse...

"Lauren!" Her mother shrieked.

Or maybe there was.