Hope she stops.

Her hand tantalizingly slides around the edge of your skirt, but you desperately just hope that she doesn't take this too far. Suddenly when your guard begins to drop, she pulls up the entirety of your skirt for all to see.

You almost yelp out in panic, and as soon as Roger looks over, Alison personally puts your skirt back down. Your heart can barely stop racing. Nobody saw. Alison is just teasing you even more cruelly.

"Uh... You alright, guys?" Roger asks towards you both.

You nod and take a very deep breath.

"Actually," Alison speaks up. "Can you pass that blanket? It's getting chilly over here."

Roger nods, and lifts a red blanket from the ground to hand to Alison, and she pulls it up and over your body. It covers you both from your necks down. Perhaps Alison isn't so bad after all. You breath a sigh of relief at the coverage.

"You're welcome," she whispers beneath your ear.

The drive continues. You couldn't be far from your destination by now.

But then, you feel the hand caress your leg again, but more towards the inner sides of your thighs. You clench your legs together, but her fingers maneuver up to gently push up the front of your skirt. The smoothness of your upper leg is felt by Alison's soft hands. What was she doing now?

You quiver at the touch, feeling too helpless to speak up under the fear that she'll announce your secret. It also feels kind of nice. But just then, she pulls up the front of your skirt and places her hand next to your sensitive area. You deeply inhale, hoping to make it look to your other friends like nothing is happening. Briefly, Roger peers over, but you just exchange awkward smiles before he returns to speaking with Troy.

With no clothing beneath to stop her, she slides her fingers across the front of your lower lips. You let out a small moan, but quickly clear your throat in hopes that nobody suspects anything lewd. Alison just smiles.