Brittney's got other ideas.

You both climb into the car, wave goodbye to Christine, and drive off down the street. Brittney leans over to turn on the radio. You do your best to stare out the window and not down her shirt. Your mind is so preoccupied with thoughts of her hard nipples that it takes awhile before you notice that you’re heading in the wrong direction for school.

“Hey Brittney, what are you doing? We can’t get to school this way.” You say.

She scoffs, “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to figure that out. I’m not going to school today.”

“What? Where are you going then?” You ask.

“Like you care.” She answers disdainfully. “Look, I’m going over to Cindy’s house. I’ll give you the keys and you get to have the car for the day. All you have to do is keep quiet about it.”

“What am I suppose to tell Christine when I get home?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call her later and say that I had to stay after school for awhile and that I let you drive home. I’ll just say I’m getting a ride from a friend later.”

Curiosity gets the better of you and you ask, “Just what do you have planned?”

She looks at you for a second and then turns her pretty eyes back to the road. “Hey, if you don’t want the car for the day, fine. I’ll just turn around and drop you off at school.”

You grumble “no” and slump back into the seat. After several minutes of driving and thinking, the car pulls into the driveway of a modest two-story house. The front door opens as the car stops and Cindy, one of Brittney’s friends, steps out and jumps up and down waving excitedly. She is incredibly hot with her long, dark brown hair and flawless milky white skin. Her breasts aren’t much bigger than Brittney’s but her body looks like it was made out of poured marble. The way her hips sway as she walks is simply hypnotic.

Brittney waves at her through the car window and jumps out. She runs up to Cindy and gives her a huge hug. You watch and wish that you could be standing in between the two right now. They are so happy and excited that you begin to think that the girls must have something big planned.

You step out of the car and walk around to the driver’s side door. Maybe you should just take the car and leave, go do whatever you want to for the day. You look at the two girls talking to each other on the lawn. Maybe, if you asked nicely, they would tell you what’s going on...or maybe a more direct approach is in order.