No!

I shake my head. If Emma touched my cock in the car like this, Amy and Natasha wouldn't ever let me hear the end of it!

"No, I'm good..."

"Oh..." She looks disappointed. Forlorn, even. Shit, I gotta say something to bolster her confidence.

"It's not your fault. You did it under duress," I tell her, voice low so Amy and Natasha hopefully can't hear. "Besides, even if you were involved, it shouldn't be your responsibility to help me with it. Even if it's something you want to do, you shouldn't have to do it now, in a car with Amy and Natasha."

The look she's giving me now... I can't place it. Her blue eyes are big and wet, even through her glasses. At first she looks shocked, but then a smile come to her face. Then, she scooches closer, resting her head on my arm. Okay, this is weird... But I can't deny, it feels good having a girl this close to me. My face heats up, and it's not just because of my exposed cock. Emma closes her eyes, smiling contently as she links one arm through mine and places her other hand on my thigh, no longer as caring about her huge, bare tits. She looks happy, and I can't really figure out why, considering she's topless next to a naked guy with a tiny hard-on. What a weird girl... Beautiful and kind, but weird. With her blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles, glasses, short height, and disproportionately large breasts now that they're free from her constricting sports bra... I can't deny that Emma is even prettier than Amy. But why is she so cuddly with me when we've only just met? She said her family is naturally affectionate, but we didn't exactly have a good first impression. Is this, I dunno... Stockholm syndrome, or something?

Driving down the street, I secretly beg the stars that no one in a truck sees us. But as we near the park, I think we might be home free... Are we?