Change of scenery

"Alright Summer, let's get out of here. You've been stewing in this house all day and we can plan the next steps over dinner. My treat. Come on!"

You allow yourself to be led out to your parents' car. You know that they left Gwen with a spare key 'for emergencies' and sigh inwardly that your current situation, while serious, is not even remotely what they had in mind. It starts a cascading series of worrying thoughts about what the fuck your folks are going to think if they come home to find you like this... and pregnant. Gwen obviously senses that you are preoccupied and as she straps herself in starts to distract you with questions.

"So babe, where d'you wanna eat?"

"I dunno. Diner?" She rolls her eyes at you as she reverses out of the driveway.

"Come on girl - that sleazy place may suit you and Fuckhead Alex when you're off being delinquents, but think about the sort of attention two unattended young ladies such as ourselves would attract? Hell, if you're not already knocked up you would be by morning... me too, probably." The truth of her words cut deep, as you think about the unfortunate female sorts who stop off in that place from time to time and the leering they receive from the patrons - you included, you hate to admit. "Besides, now that you're a laydee you're gonna have to watch your figure and those meaty monstrosities you can put away normally will fuckin' ruin it. No let's go somewhere civilized, like Perucci's."

"Fine," you mumble, turning towards the window and staring out at the neighborhood sliding by. "That'll be great."

"Ahaha, don't let it be said that Gwen Doe doesn't know how to get her way."

A few moments silence, and you're left alone with your thoughts once again. It dawns on you that despite the utter normality of your current situation, your rebellious body is heating up again. You look down with horror at the mounting sensations in your boobs, realizing that this delicious feeling is just coming from the seat belt strap rubbing on your right nipple. The **** reaction is spreading through you, causing the other one spring to attention, an uncomfortable dampness to build between your thighs, and a sort of spasm in your womb and vagina, like a needful clenching. You feel a flushing in your cheeks and sit on your hands to stop them straying to the parts of you filled with an aching need. Having your hands under your ass doesn't help that much, as you even start to feel a sparky tingling there as well. Fuck, it is going to be a challenge to hold yourself together at this rate.

"Has Alex Fuckhead text you back yet?" The mere mention of your tormentor conjures up lustful images in your head and a redoubled grasping in your cunt as it remembers the delicious cock that filled it mere hours ago. You manage to shake your head weakly and murmur a negative. "I tell you, that little idiot will come around. If you are stuck like this babe, he'll do right by you. I guess you're having a hard time figuring it out just now, but do you have any sense yet of what you want? I mean, he's not a bad-looking boy, and I bet he'd fall for you hard if you even half wanted that..."

"Gwen... please," you pant, "please can we not talk about him right now." She gives you a queer sidelong glance and notices your flushed cheeks, erect nipples, crossed legs and trapped hands.

"Oh my god, Summer, are you ok? Jesus, you look like you're tripping or something. What's wrong babe?"

"... 'm fine. A bit... just a bit horny. I dunno I can't seem to control it."

"Fuuuuck Summer, this is intense. You're practically melting over there. We're almost at the restaurant, but you can't go in there like this."

"Unnnh, I can... hold it together Gwen. I think. I'll just open the window..."

The breeze is only slightly cooler than the air in the car due to the scorching heat outside, but it's enough to help you get a little clarity. You look over at your sister who is pulling into the parking lot outside the famous Italian restaurant, who flashes a grin at you as she turns to look back and reverse into the space.

"Phew," she says breezily. "We made it, hun! Now how are we going to get you composed before going in."

"Maybe if I... er... visit the restroom while you get the table."

"Haha! I was going to suggest the same thing. Holy cow girl you are something else. Okay Summer, you go on in and I'll lock up."

You practically run through the double doors and into the ladies' room.