Drive with the rutting teens in the back

Her question amuses you. If she only knew the number of times you have driven a vehicle while the passengers were engaged in far kinkier activities. Just the family trips alone would fill pages with obscene details. It isn’t just the back seat that has been active while you’ve been chauffeuring. You remember the time that you almost got into an accident on the way back home from a cross country competition. Your pal Dylan was in the front passenger seat. Your mom started out in the backseat, but before you were half-way home, she managed to crawl into the front and was riding Dylan so hard that you thought you’d have to get new shock absorbers for the car. A passing trucker saw what was going on and became so distracted that he nearly side-swiped your car.

Of course, nothing could compare to that Spring Break when you went on a road trip with a bunch of your friends. Dylan was with you that time, too. In fact, it was his family’s van that was your source of transportation. With four guys and four gals crammed together and the promise of a week of freedom from classes ahead of you, it wasn’t surprising when the clothes started coming off before you left the city limits. You were bemoaning your luck to be the one driving when the orgy broke out in the van. By the time you arrived at your destination, four hours later, however, everyone took a turn driving, and you took a turn screwing each of the female vacationers.

Of course, you don’t share any of those details with Deanna. You’ve come to appreciate that she’s not nearly as uptight as you had feared, but there’s no sense in needlessly scandalizing her. Instead, you simply say, “I think I can handle it. The real question is whether you will be able to deal with your little brother getting it on within an arm’s reach of you.”

Deanna rolls her eyes and groans. “I know! That’s so weird! I don’t suppose there’s any stopping them, though, do you?”

At that moment, Clarice yells out, “NO! Don’t stop! Thats’ right where I — Oh… oh…. OH!!!!”

You grin. “Well, there’s your answer. I guess you’ll have to close your eyes and stick your fingers in your ears. I’ll try to get us there as quick as I can. If we need to, I can get a hose and spray cold water on them when we get to the school.”

You open the passenger door for Deanna. As soon as the door opens, the sound of Jimmy and Clarice’s activities intensifies and the overhead light comes on, revealing the tangled naked bodies in the back seat. You hurry to the driver’s side. As you get in, you say over your shoulder, “We’ve got to get you guys back home.” Your words fall on deaf ears, however, because the only response you receive is Jimmy’s grunting and Clarice’s appreciative moans.

As you pull out of the park, you glance at Deanna, to see how she is holding up. You half expect her to have her hands over her ears, grimacing with discomfort. To your surprise, she is looking at you with an intensity that suggests that she isn’t exactly turned off by what’s going on behind her. She reaches over with her left hand and places it on your right hand.