On the Road Again

As the girls exit the truck stop they both pick up the pace. Meredith out of confusion and anger. Stacy, as her spirit changes. She feels the breeze blowing between her thighs. She feels alive and exhilarated. Stacy can't believe everything that just happened. She starts laughing as the adrenaline pumps through her veins.

Meredith heads toward the driver's side door but Stacy, still holding Meredith's hand, slows her to a stop before she climbs inside. "Let me drive. I owe you," she says.

Meredith turns. Her face is all anger. She pokes a finger into Stacy's chest. "You sure do owe me, Stacy. You owe me an explanation of what the hell is going on."

A big smile creases across Stacy's face. Her body is humming with excitement. "Yes, I know. I know you're angry. I understand. Let me drive and I'll answer any questions you have." She finally feels like she can make her case with Meredith. "Besides, my Mom always says don't drive angry, so at least let me handle half of Pennsylvania and hear me out."

Stacy was right. All Meredith wanted was an easy trip across the country. She had hopes that after a couple hundred miles they'd put the past behind them and share the excitement of starting a new life at University. Maybe they'd become friends again. So far it wasn't going that way at all. And once again, it was Stacy ruining things for her. "Fine," she shoves the keys into Stacy's hand. "I'm going in back for a bit, but when I'm ready I expect HONESTY."

Without another word, Meredith climbs into the cab and heads to the back of the RV. Stacy feels a little relieved. It meant she'd have time to get her thoughts together before Meredith started demanding answers. Although, she was suddenly feeling a little disappointed about driving because it meant she couldn't go in back and masturbate. She started to realize she was frustratingly aroused. Still, it was good to let Meredith cool down.

It took a few minutes for Stacy to get a hang of the RV. To be safe, she took it around the truck stop parking lot a dozen times so she could get used to driving such a big vehicle. Once she was ready she navigated back to I-84 and started the long drive.

In the back of the RV Meredith was trying to calm herself down. She really wanted to get along with Stacy on this trip, so maybe they could be friends again at school. It would be nice to start the school year on campus as, at the very least, friendly acquaintances. Meredith reminds herself that neither of them wanted this. She also recognizes that she had more warning than Stacy had about the change in trip plans. Stacy lost her car and the possibility of meeting some random dude she was cheating with online.

Meredith pushed her hand in her pocket and fished out Stacy's phone. She forgot to give it back. It's still unlocked with the photo of Stacy bending over and showing off still on the screen. Meredith bites her lip and looks toward the curtain leading to the front. She feels a little guilty seeing this much of Stacy, but feels compelled. Using her fingers she zooms in first on Stacy's face. Poor Stacy, Meredith knows her well enough that she can see it's a forced smile. She then finds herself sliding the image over to get a better look at Stacy's exposed ass and vagina.

Meredith lied to herself constantly about her sexuality. Although she's gotten better about it since the incident with Stacy nearly four years ago. Immediately after the falling out she overcorrected and focused on boys. She covered her walls with handsome male actors who she didn't necessarily have a crush on, but she knew most girls her age did have a crush on. Whenever she found herself gazing at another girl admiring how pretty and smart she was she would respond by writing mean things about that girl in her journal.

As the distance from the incident increased, Meredith started to relax a little bit. She'd find that when she watched porn, no matter how straight it was when she first sat down, she'd eventually navigate over to lesbian or threesome porn. These days, she'll often allow herself to flirt with the idea that she might be bisexual. Although, all it would take to make her aggressively push back on the idea is if any of the gossip around Stacy came back to haunt her.

And now here she was looking at the most intimate parts of her first girl crush. Correction, Meredith things, the first time I made the mistake of thinking caring about a friend was anything more. She scrolls around the image gazing at Stacy. Switching between her face and her bottom. Sometimes panning up and down her legs. Stacy is so pretty, Meredith thinks. Meredith also thinks Stacy is a little dumb for what she did at the truck stop but at the same time, she admired the craziness of the situation.

Meredith's right-hand stops scrolling around the photo leaving it so she can see all of Stacy. The hand drops down to her right thigh and begins massaging just on the inside. Her nails dragging on her jeans making them vibrate a little. She remembers those wild, out-of-control feelings she always kept contained around Stacy. Back when they were the closest friends ever. Those feelings that she could eventually no longer contain and led to the confession that ended everything. Her hand slides a little higher up her thigh. The weeks after where she would find herself running through different scenarios in her head of what it would have been like if Stacy felt the same way. Or if she hadn't said anything at all and they just kept growing closer naturally until...

A new message alert snaps Meredith out of her reflections. Out of habit from using her personal phone she taps the button to read the message. When she sees "Dylan" on top of the message she gasps realizing she's snooping and drops the phone in her lap. Not her business.