No, the ride is an escape

However, what walks out of the door is much worse as you see the oaf from earlier walking out with some friends laughing as he lights up a cigarette. He sees you and smiles lecherously, "well, hello there, doll face. Decide to pay for the beer after all?"

Turning back around you see Tory's dropped head as he starts pulling the door closed. All other concerns gone, your flight instinct kicks in and you grasp the door and plop down into his lap; your skirt flipping up as your pantied ass rubs on his chino pants and you pull the door closed for safety.

Looking over your shoulder at his shocked face, "sorry. Is it okay if I take you up on that ride after all?"

"Sure!" shouts Rachel enthusiastically over her shoulder as she sits side-saddled on Richard's lap.

"Where to?" Morty asks as he pulls away from the curb. You give him directions; jostling a bit as the car rolls over the uneven street.

After the first turn, Monica leans over to Morty and says, "I thought you said this car wasn't a stick shift?"

Morty responds quizzically, "um, no its an automatic."

"Oh, really, then what's this for?" Monica said reaching over into his pants. "Oh, hey!" Morty says shifting the car as his shortly distracted. Rachel giggles and turns to Richard & begins making out with him.

"Sorry about them," Tory says sheepishly from behind you.

"Uh, ya," you reply and try to ignore them by looking out the window.

However, after hitting yet another bump, you feel yourself bounce around and put your hands up to try avoid hitting the roof or window. "Sorry about that," pants Morty.

"Its okay," you say as you try to get comfortable again, but you find it difficult to find a smooth spot on Tory's lap again.

"Sorry about that," Tory repeats sheepishly.

You suddenly realize what it is poking into you and you jump your hips to the side to stop sitting on his erection, finding yourself sitting side-saddle. Now able to see his face, you can see the redness going up from his neck. You know it really isn't something he can cognitively stop if there is an attractive girl in his lap. "It's okay," you say reassuringly but then blush when you realize it means he thinks you're attractive.

You put your hand on the headrest behind Tory and turn to look out the window to avoid eye contact with him.

As you continue to ride down the road, you find yourself slowly shifting towards the door as you feel Rachel pressing against you while she's lost in passion with Richard. However, you suddenly realize her dress has ridden up and her exposed, smooth bottom is now rubbing up against yours. You try to overlook it as you can't move away from it in the confines of this cramped car, but your body begins to react similarly to Tory's as you press against your cage.

You try to chastise yourself for getting aroused in this situation, but having a sexually charged hot girl enthusiastically rubbing her naked ass against your soft flesh intimately is hard to ignore.

You continue to fight with yourself as the car full of intimate young adults carines down the road as you try to reach the girl you've crushed for so long. As you close your eyes to separate yourself from your immediate situation, your mind immediately goes to thinking of how you wish it was Amy rubbing against you or she was sitting in your lap or playing in your pants. Your heart races even as your cock presses against its confines.

You're briefly broken out of your mental exploits as you feel a gentle caress on your cheek. As you open your eyes, you can feel Tory's protective touch on your cheek. Looking into his eyes, you can see his own fight with arousal even as his caring voice says, "are you okay?"

You nod, unable to break eye contact, but not trusting your voice enough to say anything.

Bouncing over one particularly hard bump, you feel your arm give way as your face lurches forward and able to stop only mere inches from Tory's lips. Your eyes dart from side to side as you try to read what his eyes are saying. However, your body erupts with pleasurable tingles as the hand on the side of your face gently pulls you into a sensual kiss on his lips.

All these sensations are too much for your aroused mind and you close your eyes as your mind struggles to overlay Amy's face and what you have longed to do with her as you give into your companion's impassioned kisses.

"What was the house number again?" comes from the front seat and breaks you out of the lustful haze of Tory's lips. You quickly push away from him and look around. Suddenly realizing your on Amy's street already, you quickly see her house approaching and you announce, "that one!"

Angry at yourself for falling for all that, you barely wait for the car to slow down before opening the door causing Morty to abruptly slam on the breaks. The sudden deceleration slides both you and Rachel forward on your companions' laps as Morty yells out, "careful!"

"Sorry," you say as you struggle out from being wedge against Monica's seat and practically fall out of the car, landing very unladylike on your heels as your skirt lifts up while you're bent over exposing yourself to the other passengers and anyone who happens to look on.

Regaining your composure, you find your footing and begin walking on unsteady legs towards Amy's door. You make it about halfway up her sidewalk as you hear heavy steps come up next to you and see Tory stop next to you with a sheepish grin. "Uh, hey, um I'm sorry about them and uh for...." he tries to explain trailing off.

You stand there uneasily under his gaze remembering what you did and cursing your cock for pressing against its confines as you recall it. You look at Amy's front door as your escape.

Tory can see your apprehension but tries one last attempt. "Look, I totally get it if you don't want to, but I'd love to hang out some time. Maybe somewhere quieter like a coffee shop or library or factory floor or something...."

His genuine sweetness and apprehension is a bit disarming and you find yourself giggling at his bad joke.

"See, I can sometimes be funny," he says. "Look, let me give you my phone number and if you're bored or something, you can send a note to the clumsy idiot that nearly got you in a fight and I can treat you like the lady you deserve to be?"

You realize he's going to keep trying until you either shut him down hard in front of his friends or just capitulate and let him give you his number.

Knowing how hard it is to even ask, you know you aren't heartless and realize you can always delete his number once he's gone. "Sure," you respond taking at your phone, "what is it?" you say you open your contacts.

"Here, I can do it real quick," Tory says pulling your phone from your loose grip. You start to say something, but he just types away. "Smile," he says as he holds the phone up and pulls you in doing a quick selfie as the flash lights up the darkened night. You blink your formerly dilated eyes recovering as he keeps typing.

"There, uh," he says handing you back your phone. "Just, uh, feel free to reach out. Anytime."

"Ya, uh, okay," you say taking your phone back as you blink and stumble towards Amy's door disoriented.

Reaching her porch, you fell into the door missing the last step in your heels. Regaining your balance, you ring the bell as you try gather yourself. You smooth your skirt down as you suddenly remember what you're wearing kicking yourself for not going to change before coming here as you hear the door knob turn.