Unhappy Rides

"Pregnancy roulette can be frigging hot."

"Lana! That is not helping the situation," Peyton snapped, swinging her head around for a moment to glare at her best friend.

"Would you let me finish? Geez," Lana complained.

Along with Finn and JoJo, the two college-aged girls sat in Finn's car as they drove back toward Honey Hollow. Not exactly trusting Finn's state of mind, Peyton grabbed the keys and informed him that she would drive. Resigned to Peyton winning the argument, he took shotgun. JoJo ended up in their vehicle despite her protests. The brunette wanted to ride with the Locketts, but her best friend's older sister ordered her to take a break from Jared for the duration of the trip to the cemetery. The older blonde wanted the opportunity to provide advice to the newly deflowered virgin, who likely felt overwhelmed by her hormones. Unfortunately, Lana wasn't helping her cause.

"I'm not saying you should be stupid about it. If you're not on birth control, don't do it during your danger period. But if you are on it, then let your imagination run wild," Lana added with a chuckle. "Did Jared turn into a stallion when you begged him to cum in you?"

Fascinated at finally having a common subject to discuss with the older redhead, JoJo nodded eagerly.

"That's some primal, caveman urge embedded in men. Triggering that, even when lying about being unprotected, can bring out the best in your lover. The only problem is that you can't pull that move in bed too often. The guys will obviously have concerns once the euphoria of their orgasm ends."

"JoJo, do not listen to her," Peyton ordered. "Playing with fire like that will get you burned. Always remember that Mrs. Denton got caught up in the heat of the moment and had Newt way too early."

"But Mrs. Denton loved Mr. Denton. She says she never regretted having Newt," JoJo pointed out, sounding way too naive.

"Yeah, Pey, Newt's mom is happy. Great example to use," Lana mocked her more serious friend.

"Aargh! That's not what I meant. I'm not talking about meeting your true love and having a kid. I'm talking about screwing some random guy and having his kid," Peyton attempted to clarify.

"I'm not going to pick up random guys, Peyton! How could you think that of me?" her next-door neighbor screeched.

"Geez, Peyton, way to call her a slut already."

"I wasn't calling JoJo a slut," the frustrated blonde snapped while slamming her palms against the steering wheel. That woke Finn from his thoughts of his parents.

"Is something wrong?" he questioned.

"Say, Finn, do you remember that party senior year at Lauren McHall's house? The one where I begged you to breed me, and you actually thought you did," Lana reminded her then-boyfriend.

"What? Are you serious? Why would you bring that up on today of all days?!" Finn sputtered in shock.

Lana elbowed JoJo softly.

"See, he never forgot about it. That's how hot it turned out."

"I am not ready to be a grandmother! And you are certainly not father material at this point in your life. Do you hear me, Jared?"

"Yes, Mother, I hear you," the teen sulkily replied, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"Well, let's not get carried away, Gabby. Maybe having a little tyke around the house could be a joy. Think about all the fun that kids bring with them. We could hire some babysitters to help, so that way, Jared and JoJo could attend college," a jovial Jeff speculated.

"Stay out of this, buster. You just want another crop of babysitters around to plow," Gabby retorted.

"Mom! I didn't need to hear that," her son protested.

"That's what happens when you don't worry about protection. Unintended consequences happen," Gabriela warned. "Think of the example you will set for your sister. Do you have any idea how hard it is keeping her from jumping Sean? Do you?"

Sitting in the backseat behind the angry mother, Kimberly stifled a giggle with her hand over her mouth. Up until this argument broke out, the platinum blonde had been toying with the stocky teenager by playing with her skirt. Flashing a considerable amount of her thigh to Jared's annoyance, she attempted to set in motion her plan.

"Now, Gabriela, let's not jump to conclusions like that. Julianna knows better than to have sex yet," Jeff continued his defense of his children.

"Are you going deaf? I said to stay out of this," his wife snapped out.

"You better be nice to JoJo, Mom. I'm the one that should've known better," Jared warned his mother while slapping Kimberly's hand away from his waist. He didn't want JoJo's first time dampened by his mother's wrath.

"Oh, I'm not blaming that poor girl. If anything, I feel awful for her. You clearly are a sex fiend that exploited her naivety. It's bad enough that you've corrupted enough girls at your school, but now Bridget's next-door neighbor as well. You're damn lucky that she's a doctor who can help. I better hear a big round of thank-yous to her too. You hear that, Jared? Jared?!"

The only response she received was a round of snores from her exhausted son.

"Stay on your side!"

"You're the one that's over the line."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Girls, that is enough. You're supposed to be best friends, so act like it," Rachel scolded Lacey and Ramsey in exasperation. The two girls and Austin were crammed into the backseat of Clive's sedan, although Ramsey had unwisely been placed in the middle seat.

"She was my best friend, but now I'm holding tryouts for a new one!"

"Lacey, Rammy is still your best friend," her mother responded while pinching her forehead as a headache started.

"Well, I might be on the lookout for a new best friend as well, Mrs. Stratton," Ramsey chimed in, shooting a smug look a the petite redhead next to her.

"Oh, please, at least I have plenty of friends to choose from on the squad. Who do you have?"

"I have friends at The Buzzy Bee, you know. Daisy and I have a lot in common."

"Psssh, Daisy is your only option."

"Don't you guys still have Whitney as a co-best friend?" Austin asked, making a fatal mistake.

"Stay out of this!" both girls turned and roared at him.

"You know, if you had sat in the middle seat, Austin, we wouldn't have all this fighting," Rachel wearily pointed out.

"I'm not sitting in the bitch seat," Austin declared.

"Don't you talk to my boyfriend like that!" Lacey said, shoving Ramsey's shoulder. "Or do you think his name is Justin?"

"How can I ever forget his name? All you ever say is Austin this, and Austin that, it's nauseating."

All three teenagers ended up getting tossed around the backseat as the car swerved to the side and slammed to a halt.

"Alright, that's enough!" Clive bellowed. "Austin, Ramsey, get out and switch sweats. You will sit in the bitch seat the rest of the way, and like it, you got that?" the irate father punctuated with a job of his finger at his daughter's boyfriend.

"This one is my correct size, but the other one is too small," Bridget revealed, holding up two black dresses.

"I would recommend that you try on the smaller dress first. Mr. Diamond has a keen eye for a woman's dress size," Valeria stated in all seriousness.

"I bet he does," the blonde doctor commented dryly. Next, she reached down for the undergarments that the major-domo had bought. Shaking her head at the expensive and sexy underwear, Bridget couldn't believe it when she saw the measurements. "Damn, these are dead-on correct."

"Mr. Diamond also has considerable experience with women's measurements, particularly their bust," Valeria noted, although a hint of annoyance crept into her voice. "If you leave the clothes you're wearing on the bed; I'll return shortly and have them laundered."

"Whoops, I need to hurry and shower," Bridget said, realizing the time. "I know you say it's your job, but thank you again."

The hot shower felt wonderful to the stressed and sore mother. It had been a long twenty-four hours, and the day wasn't about to get any better. Rubbing the soap suds over her body, Bridget felt tingles of arousal as she lathered her breasts. The feeling increased as she washed her lower regions. Damn, how long has it been? My little romp with JoJo the other night helped, but I need something more. Something long and thick to quench my need.

Snapping out of her daydream, Bridget noticed she had been moaning as she touched herself. I hope nobody heard that. Hurrying up, she finished her shower and dried. Opening the bathroom door, she peeked into the guest room. The room stood empty, her dirty clothes gone as well.

"Well, I'll be damned," Bridget uttered in surprise. She stood in front of the body-length mirror, studying herself in the smaller of the two black dresses. The dress fit like a glove on her figure, displaying her curves in a flattering fashion. "Perhaps a tad bit too sexy for the occasion, but I'll have my coat on over it."

Glancing again at the clock, Bridget grimaced. If they didn't leave in the next few minutes, they would be late for the small gathering. Checking herself one last time in the mirror, Bridget also scanned the room to make sure she had everything she needed. Satisfied, she left the room only to see Harvey descending the stairs. Sensing her presence, he looked over in relief.

"Good, you're finished too. We don't have much time."

"I know," Bridget replied, joining him. "Let me check in on Sean, and then we can leave."

"Of course. I'll grab the flowers and meet you in the library," Harvey informed her as they parted on the ground floor.

"Flowers! Dammit, I forgot that too. At least one of us is thinking properly this morning," Bridget called back to him. Noting that while Valeria had picked up the right-sized heels, her feet were still in for a long day in the brand new shoes. Entering the library, she immediately halted as a curious sight met her.

Valeria stood blushing as Spencer helped lower Sean again onto the chaise couch.

"Is everything okay?"

"I missed a joke, and I'm very pouty about it," Chastity whined, her arms crossed under her ample chest.

"You did not miss a joke, dear," Frida said from behind as she entered the library. "Sean needed to relieve himself."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Frida. I'm all out of sorts this morning and forgot about the possibility of that," Bridget explained.

"It's perfectly fine. We had Spencer help us get him into the bathroom. However, he was too uncomfortable to stay, so Valeria and I handled that chore," Frida informed her as a slight smirk formed.

"They liked my wiener," Sean declared. The older women blushed while Bridget looked between them. Chastity frowned in concentration.

"Are we barbequing for lunch?" the honey blonde inquired. "It's not the right weather outside."

"Sausages!"

"Okay, I'm all set," Harvey announced, joining them. He quickly became aware of the awkwardness in the library. "Something going on in here?"

"I'm not sure that I want to know," Bridget remarked, walking toward Sean. She bent over and kissed his forehead. "Okay, honey, we're going to be gone a few hours. Maybe you should take a nap."

"Not tired," her son replied, yawning.

"What happened?" Harvey quietly asked Frida.

"He needed to use the bathroom," his longtime friend answered before her smirk returned, only larger this time. "You sure he's not your kid?"

"No, he's not. And please go easy on him. None of your teasings," Harvey ordered as Bridget walked back over. "And that goes for Chastity too. She's helping us out of the goodness of her heart."

"Chastity's a doll. I would never tease her," Frida responded indignantly.

"Nappy time, Seanie," the honey blonde informed her charge.

"Don't want to," a sleepy Sean replied.

"How about you take a nap, and when you get up, we can have storytime?" Chastity suggested, treating him like most of the kids she'd babysat. "Okey dokey?"

"Okey dokey!" Sean excitedly agreed, admiring her large breasts through his heavy eyelids.

"Yes, Sean will be perfectly fine with her," Harvey declared with a smile.

"I guess better here than at the cemetery," Bridget stated, visions of **** Sean and the tombstones causing her to shudder in potential embarrassment.