Drive Home

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Frankie muttered loud enough for Nolan to hear. The light at the intersection had just turned yellow and She was **** to slow down and stop as the light started to glow red.

Nolan sat in the passenger seat. Both hands covered his junk. He knew he was the lucky one in this scenario. To anyone looking in the front window of the car they could make the reasonable assumption that he was just shirtless. Frankie on the other hand wasn’t so lucky.

The brunette in the drivers seat had one hand over her tits currently while stopped at the light. The other clutched the wheel. Frankie had always prided herself on being able to drive a manual transmission. Now it meant that every time the car was moving she was totally exposed.

“Oh shit.” Was all Nolan could say. They heard the truck before they saw it in the side view mirrors. The gigantic black pickup pulled up to the passenger side preparing to make a right hand turn. Nolan turned his head slightly. The height difference between the sedan and the truck was drastic. He of course couldn’t be sure what the driver of the pickup could and could not see… but he was willing to bet that if the chose to look down they were at an angle where every inch of his and Frankie’s bodies were on display.

The few moments felt like hours as they waited for the truck to turn. It did without incident but there was no way to know what the driver did or didn’t see. That wasn’t the case at the next light.

They were now just a few blocks from Nolan’s apartment building. It had been the closer of their two homes so it had been an easy choice to drive too. Also it would be a lot easier for Frankie to borrow something of Nolan’s to wear home than if they went to her place.

They were almost there. Just one left turn away from pulling onto his street. He could see the lights of the building in the distance. Nolan was so distracted by the sight that he didn’t even realize the car pull up beside them.