Chapter 4: Distractions in the Night

Trina and Jake shared a passionate kiss inside the car at the harbor; their bodies pressed together as they explored each other's mouths. Jake's hand moved along the smooth fabric of Trina's sundress, tracing the curve of her waist before resting on the small of her back. The heat of their bodies collided as the brunette began to relax again, which relieved Jake.

Calling Trina pissed when he proposed leaving the drive-in would be an understatement. She’d been perturbed already when Jake returned from the concession stand to drop that bombshell. Fortunately, Luke picked up on Jake’s need to be elsewhere and backed him up. Trina stewed through the rest of Midkill 2 until she agreed after flirting with the idea of calling it a night.

Michelle nearly threw another wrench into the night on the way to the harbor. She suggested they drop her off at home. That potential outcome worried Jake since he preferred to keep Luke with him for the lookout mission. Luckily, once committed to the location change, Trina wasn’t about to let her best friend off the hook. Outnumbered three-to-one, the less adventurous teen reluctantly gave in and went along.

Now, all Jake needed to do was not get too distracted while playing lookout.

Jake issued featherlight kisses along Trina’s neck, with his warm breath and teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver. He felt the tension in her muscles ease. The newly single brunette’s body melted into his as he explored the exposed skiing of her shoulders and spine. With his fingertips dancing across the fabric’s edges, Jake teased the bare skin above her sundress. Their earlier bickering had been seemingly long forgotten.

The air thickened with sexual desire as Jake's hands continued their descent, slipping beneath the hem of Trina's dress. His palms found the soft curve of her lower back, and as their kiss deepened, his fingers shifted to cup her firm, round ass. A soft gasp escaped the buxom brunette as her body arched slightly towards his touch. Jake recognized the silent plea for more.

Jake's mouth left hers. A trail of kisses and gentle nips made its way down her neck, across her collarbone, and finally, to the swell of her breasts. His hands held her steady as he kissed her through the thin material, feeling the heat of her skin beneath. The soft fabric was wet with her desire, sticking to her skin from the humidity and his saliva. Their mutual desire for each other turned into a burning need as Jake squeezed her ass and kissed her chest, leaving the older teen gasping for more in the heated car.

With a sudden urgency, Trina broke away from the kiss, her eyes locked onto Jake's. Her gaze smoldered with passion as she lifted her body from the bench seat to grind her body up against his. The taut tent in the football player’s shorts met her movement, impaling her like a stalactite from a cavern’s ceiling.

“Gawd, you’re so…big,” Trina gasped before her voice morphed into a sultry whisper. “Much bigger than Kevin.”

Although too nice of a guy to press the issue about his former teammate and Trina’s ex-boyfriend, the comparison compliment did cause his pride, among other things, to swell. His date felt the throbbing result of her comment against her palm.

“Are you excited? Do I excite you?” Trina teased with a trembling voice.

“Does this tell you something?” Jake replied, sending her heart hammering when he rubbed his tented shorts against her stomach.

A cocky smirk formed on Jake's lips upon hearing Trina’s cry as he she groped his pulsing manhood. With his blue eyes blazing from desire, his attention moved to the thin straps of her sundress. The left strap slid down her arms swiftly to reveal the upper swell of her voluptuous breast to the moonlight. Jake opted to dance his fingers along the fabric for the right strap. Trina didn’t appreciate the slow tease, so she raised her hand to finish the job, only for Jake to gently swat it away.

Finally, with a wink, Jake tugged the remaining strap down. For the second time in the night, Trina’s pair of D-cups spilled out, full and encumbered, the soft flesh bouncing out before pancaking against her body. Her date agreed wholeheartedly with her decision to wear a tiny sundress tonight. Not only did it look fabulous, showing off her summer glow, but it allowed for swift access to her hidden treasures.

“Fuck me,” Jake muttered, yet again in awe of her incredible tits.

His mouth swooped down to Trina’s cleavage like a vulture moving in on its prey. The blond athlete cupped the sides of those magnificent tits. The experienced lover felt her rapid heartbeat and heard the hitched breathing while his tongue lavished attention to his date’s soft, smooth curves. Seeking more, Trina used her hand to guide Jake’s flicking tongue over her sensitive skin.

With Trina currently directing the action, Jake's attention shifted to her nipple, now a hardened peak begging for his touch. He gently tugged it between his teeth before swirling its surroundings with his tongue. Trina's moan grew louder, her body arching off the seat as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Her hand tangled in his hair and urged him closer. Shallow gasps filled the old sedan.

“Don’t stop. Suck my tits harder,” Trina moaned. “Suck them until they hurt.”

As Jake suckled on Trina's sensitive nipple, his hand dropped down her body. His fingertips traced the curve of her waist and the softness of her stomach before finding the hem of her dress. With a gentle tug, he lifted it higher, revealing a pair of smooth thighs. He wasn’t surprised to find the wet fabric of her panties. Damn, she’s soaked! Is it still from before, or did I turn her back on that fast? Ah, who cares! Jake swiftly discarded the question from his mind. All that mattered to him was the heat that emanated from her core. His hand paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light of the car. Then, he suddenly grabbed the elastic sides of the undergarment and whipped them down her smooth legs. Trina’s hips jerked before tucking her legs to help him altogether remove them. Out of the corner of her eye, Trina saw her panties land on the dashboard.

“Oh, baby, no,” Trina cried, seeing Jake move away to sit up. Her body screamed for him to ramp up his actions, not stop.

“Don’t worry,” he responded with a grin.

Jake’s shirt followed, landing on the passenger side floor. He didn’t remove his shorts but unzipped them in preparation. With his bare chest hovering above her, Trina admired his physique once again. She always preferred hard, muscular bodies combined with rugged good looks. Subconsciously, she compared Jake and Kevin, giving them points for each detail. Before she could make a final tally, Jake brought their bodies back together, kissing her passionately, his tongue battling for supremacy.

Hands roamed freely over the two partially naked bodies. Trina ran hers across the muscular ridges of Jake’s chest while spending an inordinate amount of time on his six-pack abs. With his solid figure impressing Trina, her pussy began to scream for attention. As if reading her mind, Jake began to please the pretty pussy by running his fingers across her bald pubic mound, using his fingers to rub her slick lips. A gasp escaped Trina’s mouth when Jake slid his large, thick middle finger to the top of her wet slit, his fingertip stroking her engorged clit, the girth of his finger separating her swollen pussy lips.

Jake worked his finger into her wet pussy, sliding it quickly in and out with slow, steady strokes. Trina spread her legs wider, her right one falling off the bench seat. Using her foot on the floor to support her weight, the brunette raised her butt off the seat slightly to thrust herself back against the intruding finger. Trina squealed, whimpered, and moaned at the increased contact. Wet, slurping noises whispered in the car from the rapid pumping.

When Jake added a second finger deep inside her, Trina's eyes rolled back in pleasure. When her walls tightened around his thick digit, the brunette whimpered delightfully. Each stroke sent bolts of pleasure crashing through her, and she found herself grinding against his hand, **** for more. Her moans echoed outside the car, adding to the intensity of their shared experience.

As Trina's moans grew in intensity, Jake felt a surge of arousal. Watching his date squirm around on the seat gave his pride a burst of adrenaline. A desire to make her go crazy reached new heights inside him. Jake dismissed his intention to show off his pussy-eating skills for now. His fingers would suffice for the opening act, as he realized Trina didn’t need much foreplay.

Returning his mouth to her wondrous tits, Jake switched his ministrations to her other nipple, capturing it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue, feeling it harden beneath his touch. All the encouragement he needed came from the way Trina moaned and bucked her hips in response. His thumb remained firmly on her clit, rubbing in tight circles as his fingers curled and pumped, seeking that special spot that would send her spiraling into ecstasy.

And the football star’s earlier thought proved correct. The roughness and speed caused the soon-to-be-coed to feel the pressure building deep inside. Trina’s leg started to twitch, sending her foot banging down repeatedly on the car’s floor. A string of exclamations escaped her lips, drowning out the increased squishing that filled the sedan.

“Oh, gawd,” Trina chanted repeatedly.

Suddenly, Jake pulled his fingers out of her pussy. They glistened brightly in the moonlight. While Trina groaned at the empty feeling, her date slid them into his mouth for a taste test. He made sure his fingers popped when he removed them from his mouth for added effect. The showoff didn’t notice the light chuckle from the backseat.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!” Trina begged until Jake plunged his pair of fingers back inside. She’d felt a badly needed orgasm building until he’d stopped. Quickly, the feeling returned. "Oh fuck…yes, oh yes…oh fuck!"

Jake increased to the maximum pace he could muster. While doing so, he regretted not fingerfucking Trina like this at the drive-in. Seeing the reactions from the cars around them might have been amusing. Would people have noticed Trina losing her mind over the movie’s screams? Suddenly, Trina’s squeals softened as she started to breathe heavily.

"I'm…cum…going to…Oh! Don’t…stop…oh, uh…Gawd…I'm cumming!" Trina shrieked, her head thrashing from side to side due to the intense pleasure.

The intensity of her climax slowly subsided, leaving Trina's body trembling and her breath ragged. Her body felt as if it had turned into jelly. Jake's hand remained on her, his fingers still moving within her, drawing out the last shudders of her release. Collapsing against the seat, Trina managed to mumble, “So fucking good” between deep breaths. Lost to the world, she didn’t hear the reaction from the backseat. Jake did, and it startled him. He’d forgotten they weren’t alone.

“Jesus,” Luke swore, leaning over the seat behind his teammate.

Turning his head, Jake saw Michelle's wide eyes and trembling lip. She'd bolted upright in a rigid position at some point during the action. Now, Trina appeared to be in a stunned daze after seeing her best friend fingerbanged to a massive explosion. Jake hoped that she'd finally loosen up for Luke's benefit. Suddenly, a playful smile formed on his lips. He had an idea. Leaning down, he softly kissed Trina before he whispered, "Ready for more?"

“Mmmh. Sounds–eek!” Trina’s interest shifted to a shocked squeal as she suddenly found her body on the move.

With a grin that spoke volumes, Jake reached for Trina. His hard training for the new football season paid off as he effortlessly picked her up. The muscles in his chest and arms barely strained with the weight of her body. The car's leather seats protested with a soft groan as he positioned Trina so she leaned back against the sterling wheel while straddling his lap. Trina's legs wrapped around his waist the best she could. With her bare pussy hovering just above him, she could feel the warmth radiating from his covered loins.

“Hold on a sec,” Jake said, preparing for their night's epic, climactic scene.

With his shorts already unzipped, Jake only had to pull his boxers down to release his dick. Jake’s shorts and boxers slipped down before he abandoned the effort, leaving them bunched around his left ankle. Trina’s breath caught as the move exposed his thick, hard cock. It stood proudly, the crown a deep shade of red and glistening with pre-cum. Memories from last night’s romp sent a renewed dose of energy through the busty brunette’s body. She watched as Jake stroked himself slowly, bringing his rod back to full mast.

Well aware of what came next, Trina reached for Jake's cock, her eyes never leaving his. She wrapped her soft, delicate fingers around the hot shaft, feeling the throb against her palm. With a needy hand, Trina guided him to her entrance, her body aching to be filled by him. He watched intently as she positioned herself. The tip of his cock nudged her slick folds, and she felt a jolt of pleasure at the contact. With a smirk and nod, Trina allowed Jake to lower her onto his length. The sensation felt exquisite, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made her toes curl. Jake didn’t see that effect but noticed her eyes roll back in her head. Wet and ready for him, Trina keened as inch by glorious inch filled her. The car seat groaned under their combined weight, the leather steering wheel cool and hard against her back. With her legs locked around Jake, holding him close, she adjusted to the feeling of fullness.

Jake's eyes never left Trina's face as he lowered her onto him, feeling the tight warmth of her pussy envelop his cock. He rocked his hips slightly, causing a shiver of pleasure to race down her spine. The sound of her sigh urged him forward, and he gave in, pushing until he was seated fully within her. With her pussy stretched around him, Jake moved to remove the final barrier between them. With quick hands, he pulled the bunched-up sundress over her head, tossing it carelessly to his right.

“Fuck, so fucking hot,” Jake declared, watching those glorious tits shake. Kevin’s a fool for not going to the same college with her, Jake thought. Still, he wondered if Trina could be locked down this early in her life by her old boyfriend. What she’d shown the last couple of nights made it doubtful.

His voice sounded strained from the effort of not moving too quickly as he didn’t want to cum so soon. Gripped her hips tightly, Jake guided her movements. He felt the slickness and heat of her pussy clinging to his shaft. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside her, her walls tightening around him like a glove. It was a sensation that was both overwhelming and exhilarating, and he knew he was going to remember this night for the rest of his life.

“Here we go again,” Luke remarked dryly, nudging the nearly catatonic Michelle.

The sound of Luke's sarcastic remark pierced the heated bubble surrounding Jake and Trina. Jake's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the awkward tension in the backseat. He could see Luke leaning back, a smirk on his face, while Michelle's cheeks were a deep shade of red, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The two guys shared a nod.

Trina's eyes widened in shock as she realized their private moment had become a public display. But instead of embarrassment, she felt a thrill rush through her—a similar feeling to back at the drive-in when she blew Jake. The idea of being watched by their friends only added to the excitement.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting over Jake’s shoulder to meet the gazes of Luke and Michelle. Luke’s face showed amusement and lust, while Michelle's more familiar face held shock and disapproval. Trina's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink with the knowledge that her BBF would give a stern lecture tomorrow, but she didn't pull away from Jake. Life and the summer were too short to worry about behaving like a prude. Trina’s new freedom couldn’t be wasted.

Instead, she leaned back slightly, offering her bare breast to the cool night air and their gazes. She watched as Jake's eyes widened with surprise at her boldness before his gaze flicked to the backseat again. He grinned mischievously after spotting the spark in Trina’s brown eyes before he leaned in to kiss her neck. His hand followed by cupping her breast gently, his thumb brushing over her erect nipple. She couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jake whispered into her ear. “Knowing everyone is watching. Then, let’s give them a show.”

“Yes. Let’s shock them,” Trina whispered in reply.

Trina embraced the emerging exhibitionist thrill she’d never experienced before tonight. Kevin had always been romantic and private when it came to their trysts. He’d never considered showing her off to other people. Shifting his head and body to his left, Jake put more of the brunette on display while groping her big tits. He kneaded the pliant flesh, offering hints about their soft yet firm texture to the others. He also mauled them, revealing his savage barbarian side.

Jake's eyes flickered toward Michelle's in the mirror. While he watched, Jake saw her internal struggle to remain a good girl in the moment crumble. First, her tongue tentatively slipped out to lick her lips. Next, her brown eyes met his in the mirror. He witnessed her pupils dilate after a particularly noteworthy thrust up at Trina. Finally, Michelle’s right hand crept up to fondle her own breast. Besides Jake, Luke managed to notice the change in-between staring at Trina’s heaving tits. He softly kissed his backseat neighbor, who returned it with growing passion.

The car rocked gently as Trina slowly rode Jake. Her date focused most of his tongue-work on her right breast, leaving her left breast exposed to their friend as he only occasionally reached over to rub and pinch the nipple.

"Oh, Jake, yes, right there!" Trina cried, her back arching against the unforgiving steering wheel.

Jake couldn’t tell if she cried over his suckling her tit or from riding his cock. However, he did pick up on the look Trina shot over her shoulder to the backseat. Turning to see what caught her attention, Jake noted that Michelle’s top had vanished. The new freedom allowed Luke to kiss and bite her breasts over her plain white bra. And based on Luke’s arm movements, Jake guessed his teammate had started working on the field below.

Suddenly aware that her audience had become distracted, Trina’s eyes snapped back to Jake’s. She wrapped her hands around his neck, her nails digging into his skin slightly as she began to speed up her rocking motion.

“Take me, Jake. I want to feel all of you. Conquer me, stud,” Trina hissed with fiery determination.

Jake felt as her legs shifted around his waist, her heels dug into the seat's leather in search of a firmer grip around his chiseled body. Her hands moved from his neck to his shoulders, and she pushed herself down onto him, retaking his entire length in one swift motion. The sensation sent intense shockwaves coursing through her veins, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that made her eyes water. But she didn't stop, didn't pull away. Instead, she began to move in earnest, her hips rising and falling as she took control of the rhythm. The car's suspension protested with each movement, the leather seats squeaking in protest. Jake's hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her erect nipples as he watched her in the mirror. Her breath came in short, panting gasps, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her.

"Fuck me," she demanded, her voice a siren's call that he couldn't resist. “Fuck me, you fucker!”

"Looks like you're the one in charge here, Trina. Why don't you take a nice little ride?" Jake challenged, his voice coming out in a low, desire-filled rumble.

Trina took Jake's words as both a challenge and an invitation. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, the tips grazing his abs as she increased her pace. Her thighs flexed with each downward thrust, her pussy sliding along the length of his cock with a slick, wet sound that filled the car. Faster and faster, her hips rolled and bucked against him. The sight proved highly intoxicating to Jake; her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, and her pussy clenched around him like a vise.

Jake found Trina’s eyes mesmerizing. They blazed with passion as she increased the pace, her hips moving in a rapid, whirlwind manner. With her palms clutching his broad, muscular shoulders, Trina used the leverage to grind down onto his cock with a ferocity that left him momentarily breathless. His cock strained as if in a vice, her inner walls rippling with the **** of her movements. Sweat beaded on Jake's brow, but he met her challenge with a fierce grin, his hips rising to meet her every downward thrust. His eyes remained locked on hers, a silent battle of wills that seemed to charge the air with electricity. Both wanted the other to cum first.

If they hadn’t been too enraptured with one another, they have noticed the loud moans in the backseat. If Jake had turned around or if Trina had shifted her gaze, they would’ve seen Michelle’s head twisted to the side as she moaned at a surprisingly loud level. Luke wasn’t in sight, which meant he’d moved down to orally explore the previously barricaded tunnel.

The coil of pleasure tightened with Trina. The tension built until it was almost unbearable. Her movements grew erratic, her breaths coming in panting gasps as she chased her peak. Jake seemed to sense it as his thrusting upward turned animalistic. And then, without warning, she shattered, her body convulsing around Jake's cock.

“Oh, ugh, fuck…I’m cumming. I…yes…ugh….Jakey!”

With bugged-out eyes, Trina’s head flung backward, a keening cry tearing from her throat. The violent explosion caused her nails to dig into Jake's shoulders, leaving half-moon marks. With her head twisted and fallen back, the brunette stared out the windshield with unfocused eyes. The stars above the harbor swirled and danced in her vision, a kaleidoscope of colors that matched the fireworks in her mind.

The contractions around his cock became too much for Jake. The intensity of her bodyquake carried over to his. His Herculean effort to hold back the dam crumbled. Jake's mouth shot open, unable to clench his teeth any longer as a savage roar raced out. His muscles quivered momentarily, almost like the calm before a storm. Then, his cock swelled as the fuse ended, shooting the first volleys of his spunk into Trina’s pussy.

After collapsing against Jake, Trina wheezed with ragged breaths, her head resting on his shoulder. If asked, she’d have admitted being down for the count. However, Jake’s furious eruption cascaded, causing an event never experienced yet in her young life. Her pussy spasmed a second time around his cock, the tightness of her climax sending waves of pleasure through both of their bodies.

"Ohmigawd!” the recently single teen screamed, experiencing almost back-to-back orgasms.“

With rubbery arms, Jake barely managed to keep Trina from toppling over. Both teens felt utter exhaustion from their exertions. Under different circumstances in different locations, they might have fallen asleep after such an intense physical workout. Instead, they gasped for air while struggling for the strength to speak.

“That...that was…” Trina paused, searching for the words to describe the indescribable. Finally, she exclaimed with a wonder-filled voice, "Amazing!”

With her legs unlocking and slipping down his thighs, Trina lazily traced patterns on Jake’s chest. Her date responded by softly kissing the top of her head. Suddenly, in a drowsy, confused tone, Trina said, "My leg...it's...buzzing."

Jake chuckled initially, thinking she was just caught in the haze of pleasure. Then, he felt a vibration along his right leg. Momentary confusion turned to alarm.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Jake exclaimed, struggling to reach his pocket with Trina’s leg blocking his path. “Fuck, I got distracted!”

In his panic, Jake found enough renewed strength to lift Trina off his lap. However, in his rush, his movement wasn’t as gentle as when he put her on his lap. Trina would later claim Jake tossed her aside despite Michelle's insistence that it didn’t look like that.

Digging into his pocket, Jake pulled out his phone. Immediately, he turned on its screen and winced at finding two missed messages. After his jaw dropped from the first message, he opened the second.

“Stuck. Need distraction. Hurry. Cops soon.” The message read.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jake swore as he struggled to put his right foot into his boxers and shorts.

“What’s wrong?” Trina questioned, watching as her date zipped his shorts up.

“I gotta go!” Jake exclaimed, opening the car door.

He stepped out before jumping back inside. Trina watched with alarm as he reached past her to open the old sedan’s large glove compartment. She could only make out a dark piece of fabric as Michelle repeated her friend’s question.

“Jake, what’s up?” Luke asked.

“Phinn’s in trouble!”

“I kinda figured that,” Luke admitted, watching Jake step outside the car again.

Before the door could slam shut, Jake caught it and reappeared inside with another swear. Only this time, Jake had a mask on, and Trina demanded an answer.

“Oh, my gawd! Why do you have a ski mask on?” the brunette screeched, watching as he pulled a pair of black gloves out of the glove compartment.

“It’s a balaclava,” Jake replied before exiting the sedan for good.

“A what? Come back here!” Trina yelled, twisting around in her seat to watch him dash into the sparse grove of trees next to the historical society.

“Ski mask, balaclava. Technically, they’re about the same…I guess,” Luke said, trailing off as the two girls turned to glare at him with daggers in their eyes.

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Beams of light bobbed around the exhibit room after the slight bang sounded. With his back pressed against one of the display table’s large legs, Phinn cursed himself while trying to appear as small as possible. He should’ve never risked making a break for the door. But, with Jake not responding, he felt the need to try. Unfortunately, the time window he saw shut within seconds of his first move.

“I tell ya, I heard something over there,” Blue Mask hissed, his flashlight’s beam coming awfully close to Phinn’s crouched position. “Wait, someone is there!”

Phinn flinched until he heard Red Mask scoff.

“Those are mannequins, dumbfuck.”

“Oh,” his fellow burglar sounded. He shined his flashlight on two pairs of mannequins decked out in Civil War-era uniforms. The Union officer and soldier faced off with their Confederate counterparts. The soldiers held rifle-muskets while the officers were equipped with a revolver and a saber. “Still, I heard a noise. Maybe we should check–”

“Forget it. We don’t got time to fool around,” Red Mask ordered.

“But I know I–”

“It’s probably a mouse.”

Phinn counted to ten after their flashlights turned away before slowly bringing his phone up to his face. Using a hand to cover the screen’s light as much as possible, he dashed off a second message to Jake. Maybe asking his partner to play lookout while on a date wasn’t the best idea. Obviously, Trina distracted Jake, or he might have noticed the waving flashlights through the windows. The two burglars weren’t the most careful with how they searched.

Phinn just needed his friend to cause any type of distraction. Honking his horn repeatedly, angling his car to flash its headlights at the building, or even screaming would work—anything to buy him enough time to make a run for the door. Time rapidly ran out, as the security alarm had surely alerted someone to the break-in by now.

“Hey, check this out,” Blue Mask said, about fifteen away from the hidden teen. “You think this map might be important?”

“Let me see,” Red Mask replied from the far side of the room.

Shit! Now both are back over here, Phinn cursed, checking their position. They’d moved to an area with models of ships from the age of sails. He waited as several more precious seconds ticked by.

“That’s the wrong year,” Red Mask announced, his voice dripping with contempt.

“It says 1813. That guy on the news said that pirate was caught in the early 18th century,” Blue Mask recounted.

“That means the 1700s, dumbass!”

“It does? That makes no sense. It doesn’t!” Blue Mask argued while his fellow burglar grumbled about having an idiot brother. “What about that one? Give me a hand.”

“Don’t take that off the wall. The Revolutionary War was in like 1776. Seriously, man, don’t you remember that from every 4th of July?”

“I don’t know. I never liked history–shit!” Blue Mask cursed, dropping his flashlight.

Phinn watched in horror as the flashlight clanked to the floor and started rolling around. Of course, it rolled until the light pointed straight at him. Even worse, Blue Mask crouched down to retrieve it.

“What the–Somebody else is in here!” he announced, spotting Phinn.

Pulling himself out from under the display case, Phinn stood about a dozen feet from Blue Mask. **** to head the opposite way, the teen had to head away from the back door before he could run around several other exhibits. The move bought him more distance from Blue Mask. Feeling it might be enough, he made his break for the door, only to skid to a halt.

Red Mask blocked his way.

Phinn ducked and rolled under another display case before scurrying on his hands and knees. Flashlights shone, and orders rang out. Red Mask shouted repeatedly at his partner. Popping up on the other side of a glass case, Phinn swung his bag in the air, clocking Red Mask on the side in the face. Then, the teen hopped over a ship’s salvaged cannon until he reached a recovered helm.

Crouching down behind a post that held the spindled wheel, Phinn tried to shrink down as Blue Mask hurriedly searched the same area. Recalling how he first noticed the other burglar, Blue Mask knelt to shine his flashlight under tables and cases.

Suddenly, Phinn sensed Blue Mask on the other side of the helm and post. Holding his breath, the teen couldn’t believe his luck. Reaching around, he grabbed one of the helm’s spokes and yanked it down with all his strength. The plan worked perfectly as the wheel swung around and another spoke smacked into Blue Mask’s jaw, causing a loud howl.

“What happened?” Red Mask shouted from behind a wall exhibit.

Scrambling away, Phinn ran in a crouch while returning to his original hiding spot. This time, Red Mask appeared out of the shadows while swinging his crowbar. Barely twisting his body away in time, Phinn reached out for the first weapon he saw. Then, with a mighty swing of his own, Phinn slashed Red Mask’s arm with the Civil War saber.

“Aargh! Motherfucker, I’m going to kill you!”

While Red Mask hurled his threat, Phinn slid underneath a display to buy himself several precious seconds as his pursuer raced around it. The process repeated under and around a second row. However, Red Mask anticipated the move to cut ahead, so when Phinn pooped up, he’d come around to rush him.

Unable to bring the saber up in time, Phinn braced himself for impact.

CRASH

Phinn stepped back as a barreling brute launched Red Mask into the display case. With glass tinkling to the floor, Phinn barely had time to open his mouth before his rescuer ordered him to duck. Doing so, he heard the impact of a fist slamming into Blue Mask, who’d run up behind him.

“Come on. Let’s go!” Jake ordered, yanking Phinn to his feet.

Racing out the door, the pair of teen detectives rushed toward the right and the small grove of trees on the side of the historical society. Far quicker and more athletic, Jake had to turn around to grab Phinn’s arm to keep him from stumbling and falling to the ground.

“What happened?” the blond teen asked.

“You got distracted!” Phinn accused.

“Sorry,” Jake replied sheepishly. “But I did save your ass.”

“We’re not clear yet. Where’s your car?” Phinn questioned, slowing as they nearly rounded the building.

“It’s right…Well, I did have a car,” Jake trailed off, stopping upon seeing the spot empty.

“Dammit, if you rolled Great Aunt Phillippa’s car into the harbor–” Phinn started to complain until an engine’s roar cut him off.

“See? No problem,” Jake said, pointing to where the old sedan drove backward from their right. It had been slightly hidden by the front of the historical society.

While Jake jumped in through the front passenger door, Phinn hopped inside the back. Finding Trina and Michelle beside him, Phinn looked up front to see Luke behind the wheel.

“Figured you’d need a–”

“Did you drive up to the front door?” Phinn interrupted, getting a no in response. “Good. We need to avoid the camera. Back up more and drive to your left by those last parking spots by the water. You’ll want to drive through those spots.”

“Drive through the parking spots?” Luke double-checked, already backing up the sedan up.

“And hurry. Those two guys just came around the corner,” Jake announced, spotting Red and Blue Mask.

“And the cops are probably on their way,” Phinn revealed, causing Trina and Michelle to yell.

“The police?” Trina screeched.

“You’re damn date is going to get us arrested,” Michelle screamed at her best friend.

While Jake attempted to answer shouted questions about what the hell happened, why two men were chasing them, why the masks, and why the police were on the way, Phinn directed Luke on the best route to avoid any cameras. Finally, Luke slammed on the brakes, allowing Phinn to jump out of the car with an order to pop open the trunk. Then, with the blaring police siren growing closer, Phinn tossed his bike into the trunk.

“Okay, so did anyone see anything back there?” the bespectacled teen asked once he’d gotten back into the car. “Did anyone walk or drive by?”

“Sorry, buddy. We were pretty busy,” Jake pointed out, with Trina and Luke agreeing.

“Um, I don’t know if it means anything, but I saw a truck circle past us less than ten minutes before Jake ran off,” Michelle offered hesitantly.

“What did it look like?” Phineas asked.

“It was an older blue pickup truck, like from when my parents were our age or older. I think it had a gray or silver streak running down the middle of the side,” Michelle recalled.

“How the hell did you notice that?” Luke challenged, recalling her moaning and thrashing head.

“Uh, sorry, Luke, but you need to work on using your…um…tongue down there,” Michelle responded, pointing to her crotch.

“Wha–You were faking?” Luke gasped in disbelief.