Pick up the girls (alternate)

Whistling, you turn onto Main Street and drive past the diner, turning right into a little driveway that leads back to a parking lot behind the storefronts. Not seeing Loretta and Connie, you cut the engine, laying your head back on the rest. Hard to believe that two days ago you were looking for any reason not to show up at the reunion, you tell yourself.

Closing your eyes, you pass time fantasizing about some of the various thing you would like to do with and to the girls. Surprisingly mixed in with your visions of pregnant bellies, and lingerie, you find yourself adding that hot little number Val to the mix. You consider heading back to the garage and leaving your number, but after the Farmer and Connie’s families figure out what happened, you decide that might not be a good idea.

Eventually, you hear the door to the diner open, and looking at the dash you can see about ten minutes have passed. First Loretta comes out wearing a skimpy tank top, her breasts almost spilling out of her top, a flowered skirt, and Mary Janes. Leaning down next to a dumpster, she pulls a small suitcase from its hiding place. Next to come out is Connie in her waitress uniform, carrying what looks like an overnight bag. She turns back to someone you can't see and calls out, “I'll see you next week, Tom.”

Loretta runs over, dropping her suit case and leans in, kissing you open mouthed. Groaning, you nibble on her plump lower lip, then taking her invitation, you slip your tongue into her mouth to play tag with hers. Breaking this kiss Loretta’s fingers trace your hard-on, “Hope you weren’t left waiting too long,” Loretta purrs.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find someway to make it up me,” you say.

Joining you, Connie gives you a peck on the cheek, before whispering into your ear, “You bet your ass, we will.”

Laughing, you pop the trunk and pick up Loretta’s suit case, putting it inside. Connie tosses her bag in next, and you comment, ”I’m surprised you only have one bag each.” You remember that your cousin Marla takes eight outfits and ten pounds of make up to a weekend trip.

“Well, Stud, we talked after you left with the tow truck, and decided we only needed a few things for when we were in public,” Loretta said playfully.

Groaning, lust hits you hard, as you imagine coming home to find Connie and Loretta, naked and wet, ready for anything you wanted. Looking over at Connie, you watch as she undoes a button on her blouse, giving you a look at a rock hard nipple all plump and rosy just waiting to be sucked.

Gulping, you gather your tattered self control. ”Okay girls, let's get on the road,” you say, silently adding, 'before I bend you over the hood and fuck you both'.

Loretta interrupts you as you move to close the open trunk. “Hey, did everything go okay at the garage,” Loretta asks.

Puzzled, you look at Loretta for long moment. “Why would you ask that?” you ask.

“Because,” a voice behind you says.

Turning quickly, you see Val standing there in her coveralls with a Gym bag slung over her shoulder.

“Because, my two best friends since the 1st grade both called me this morning, telling me that they were leaving town, probably knocked up, with the best fuck of their life. They also said that when my daddy brought you in to the shop that if I didn’t let you plow my fields that I would be the stupidest girl on the planet.” Val paused. “So, do you think you can keep up with three horny farm girls?” she asked.