Have Troy give you a ride.*

You make your way to Troy's front door, and give it a knock. You shift your clothes, hoping he doesn't judge you too much for your way of dressing. You don't want him to think you're a slut or something. He quickly answers the door. You definitely notice his eyes briefly grow wide and trail up your body, bringing a bit of a smile to your face.

His black hair goes down to his shoulders. It's difficult to tell through his white t-shirt, but his body seems... Well, very fit to say the least. It's a little awkward being so turned on by somebody given your wardrobe problems.

"Woah. I didn't expect you, Jane. What do you need?"

You explain that due to humiliating circumstances, you need a ride somewhere else. The embarrassment of your current situation is just too much to bare, and anywhere is better than on the street, dressed like that. Your sister won't let you come home until later, after all. For a moment, you consider staying here, but being around Troy that long sounds too... risky. Who knows what might happen?

Taken aback by your wardrobe complications, he took a moment to respond. "I see. That does sound terrible. I'm sorry this happened to you, Jane! Please, let me take you somewhere else then. If you can't go home, where to?"

You consider your options. Your friend Allison isn't far, but being around any friend for long in this state sounds excruciating, and you'd probably never hear the end of it. Roger is quieter, but his home is a ways away, and similar problems still apply. You can't go back to your home yet either. Where could you feel comfortable almost nude for a day?

As you stand there, you feel the cool breeze wafting beneath the your skirt--up your legs and over the bareness beneath. A shiver causes you to jolt in place. For a moment, Troy made you forget how critical your situation was. You thank god he doesn't know you're commando. As far as he's concerned, it's only your shirt that's missing.

You ask if you both can just start going now so you no longer have to stand on the street like this, and he agrees.

The two of you step into his car once he's ready, and you set your bare rear down on the leathery cushions. The contact of his car seat against your erogenous zones felt overwhelmingly perverted. If he were to find out, it would be devastating! You shuffle awkwardly in your seat, and hope he doesn't somehow discover your naughty secret. When the car starts up and begins to tremble, you're thankful you ditched those panties a long time ago, however. If they continued to tease you until now, the vibrations would surely push you over the edge. Though, this isn't that much better.

He takes you onto the street and down the main road. As you go, you feel your barely-clothed breasts jiggle within the skimpy bikini top, placing you in the mercy of the bumpy road. You've never been so open with your body, but seeing Troy's gaze repeatedly glance over fills you with excitement. You hope it doesn't cause an accident! The thought makes you smile, as much as it's embarrassing to admit.

"So, uh. Where to?" Troy asks, readjusting his pants briefly.