Get in the truck

You climb into the back of the truck as the girls all load in, sitting in the pick-up bed. Everyone piles in, with you, Ash, Angie and Sarah sitting in the bed of the pick-up. You all ride along the dirt road in silence, heading back into the suburbs.

Eventually, you show up at the supermarket, pulling up around back where the vans usually unload goods. A manager, with a greasy excuse for a mustache who seems to already be balding at mid twenties stands, sorting through stacks of non-perishables. Angie, Sarah, Ash and you quickly climb out of the truck, looking at him.

"Hi," Angie says, smiling at him. "We talked earlier. My name's Angela."

"Oh yeah," the man says, somewhat suspiciously. "You ordered all the drink for your... college graduation party, was it?"

"That's us," Angie smiles.

"You look a lot younger than you said over the phone," he says nervously. "I recognize those uniforms, you're all from Clear Water, aren't you?"

"Never mind way we're from," Angie says, as Ash and Sarah stand nervously at her side. "We're paying extra and it's under the table, just give us what we purchased."

"Sorry, you're too young," the man shrugs. "I'm going to need proof of age.

"Are these too young?" Angie says, pulling up her top to reveal she's not wearing a bra, showing her two big, bouncy tits with perky pink nipples.

"Is this proof of age?" Ash says, following suit as she raises her shirt, her two braless, lovely tits popping out as well with her thick, wide areolas as you immediately feel your erection building up again until you're hard as a rock.

You look to Sarah, but unfortunately she doesn't. The man's attention are clearly on the two smashing sets of tits in front of him. He stares at it without a word for about a solid minute, before they lower their tops.

"Yeah, I'll get you your drinks," he finally nods.

He leads you all over to a stack of boxes of ****, cans of lager and cidar and stacked bottles of liquor.

"Here, I'll leave you with it. This stuff's all yours," he says, as you all stare greedily at the bounty in front of you.

Angie hands him over a wad of notes, which he takes, heading off. With that, you begin moving the heavy crates from outside to the truck. The heavy lifting does work to draw the blood away from your bulging cock, so that's helpful.

"So, Angie," Samantha says, stacking in bottles of Vodka. "Is your name actually Angela?"

"Yeah," Angie says. "Why?"

"Uh, that's one of the worst names," Samantha complains. "I get why you go by Angie."

"It's not a bad name!" Angie says. "Lot's of people have it."

"Name three," Samantha says.

"Uh... Angela Merkel... shit, I don't know. Does it really matter?"

"One ugly old German. Good defense of your name," Sarah smirks.

"Shut up and move crates," Angie says.

Eventually, you're finished moving crates, and the pick-up truck is full. You clamber into the back of the truck, as does Angie, before you realize with the **** moved in there's no where for Sarah and Ash to sit.

"Fuck's sake," Ash complains. "Uh... Angie, I'm sitting on your lap."

With that, Ash pops down on Angie's lap, sitting with her in the bed of the pick-up truck.

"Christ, you're heavy," Angie says.

"Whine whine whine," Ash says, moving her hand as if talking, like a hand puppet.

"I guess I'll just sit on yours, Jack," Sarah says, popping down on your lap.

Your dick quickly slides into the space between her butt cheeks, sitting warmly in there. You wince, immediately feeling an erection building up. As you drive along the road and the streets of the suburbs quickly turns back to the rough, bumpy dirt road. You feel every single bump and pothole in the road as you cock grows harder and harder as Sarah rides and rubs against it. Thankfully, you soon pull back up next to the woods separating Clear Water Interview from the rest of the world, quickly climbing out.

"So... do we just have to bring all of these crates to the dorm? Like carry them the whole way?" you say, realizing the task ahead of you.

"Oh, fuck," Paula complains loudily.

"Shit, I suppose so," Sarah says. "We'll find a place to stash them in the words in case our dorms are checked."

"Well, let's get to work."

With that, you quickly begin moving crates of **** in through the woods, quickly finding a secluded enough spot close to the school to hide the **** in. With that, over the next two hours you quickly manage to move all the **** there, until the truck is empty and Paula heads off to return it. As you pop the last box of cider into the bushes with the girls, you lean back, exhausted and definitely no longer erect.

"Fuck, we're finished at least," you say. "What now?"

"Uh, I'm sweaty as hell," Samantha says. "I'm going to go have a shower."

"Can I have one with you?" you say with a smile, as she gives you the finger.

"Yeah, we're going to split," Sarah says. "We'll see you around, then."

"Bye," you say, heading off back towards you room.

Well, you did your job, time to find something else to do with the rest of your night.