A Jaunt Home

The redhead was screaming. That was the second thing Cindy noticed, the first was her nudity. Pale and freckled, like a lot of redheads seemed to be, the girl was running down the street toward them, bumping into pedestrians and being honked at by passing cars as she sprinted full pelt, her hands gathering up the ample mounds of what looked like a more-than-respectable set of D-Cup tatas, but doing very little to actually conceal them. Her pussy was undefended, a patch of orange pubic hair just barely hiding the subtle pink of her lips, and drawing the eye inexorably down to her crotch. Cindy blinked as her and Bradley stood there in the middle of the pavement, dumbfounded. "Is that...Daisy Halloran?" Bradley puzzled, Cindy had never seen the girl before, but found herself wondering if he recognised her by her face, or any of her other assets...

Daisy seemed to recognise Bradley too, because she slowed as she approached them, panting and gasping for air, her legs shaking wildly, her eyes wild. "Please!" She breathed, "Help me! Take it out! Oh, god somebody take it out!" her gaze fell upon Bradley and she sighed, reaching around and trying to grab at something behind her. "D-daisy?"

"You know each other?" Cindy cocked an eyebrow. "Buddies or...something else?"

Bradley shook his head, "Nah, it's not like that! We're partners in our Science class, I swear!"

Cindy nodded, looking Daisy up and down, noting her buxom figure and the impressive swell of her breasts. Almost as big as hers, in fact. She put her hands on her hips as Daisy glanced frantically between them. "What is it you want, exactly? What do you need...taken out?"

Cindy groaned, hopping from one foot to the other, and instead of trying to explain further she turned on the spot and bent over, giving Cindy and Bradley both a more than adequate view of her arse, and the rear of her pink, pink vulva. Between the cheeks, a purple object was inserted, round and flat, to Cindy's eye it looked like the base of a—

"Bradley, please...take it out!" Daisy stamped a bare foot brattily, her derriere shaking suggestively, the dildo—for that, as far as Cindy could tell, was what it was—wiggling along with it. Bradley exhaled, eyes fixed on Daisy's buttocks and what lay just below them. Across the street, an old man wolf-whistled, and Daisy covered her face with her hands. Cindy caught Bradley reaching gingerly up, fingers ready to grasp for the sex toy lodged in Daisy's crack. Cindy stepped in-between them protectively, "I think it's best if another lady handles this, Bradders, don't you?" She asked, pointedly.

Bradley seemed ashamed of himself, he stepped back and gave Cindy room to maneuver, and with it Cindy touched her fingertips to the base of the dildo, crouching down to inspect Daisy's buttocks. "Please!" Daisy whined, "P-people are staring! Hurry!"

Cindy patted her gently on the behind, then nodded to herself. "You'll definitely feel it if I take this thing out, word of warning."

"I DON'T CARE! JUST DO IT!"

Cindy mimed rolling up her sleeves, then grasped the dildo, fingers gripping the edge of the rounded base as she prepared to yank the offending object out. "How did this happen to you, anyway?" Cindy questioned, looking up at the back of Daisy's head, the great wave of red hair streaming down her bare back. Daisy's only reply was a frustrated, gargling grunt, and Cindy figured that was Firecrotch for 'I'll tell you after you get this rubber cock out of my butt!'

She pulled on it, and at once Daisy started moaning. Cindy stalled, feeling the dildo slip through her fingers, before reaffirming her grip and pulling again. The redhead's moans rose into a higher-pitched, scandalised cry, as if she were some high-society, well-to-do lady who'd accidentally exposed an ankle, and not a busty, naked ginger standing in the middle of the street. Cindy gave it one last pull, and the dildo slipped free from between Daisy's cheeks with an audible squelch. Cindy looked at Bradley, and he gave her a tentative thumbs-up, a shellshocked expression on his face, as if he'd just seen the true face of war itself. Daisy's knees were turned inward, and she was shaking like a leaf, a curtain of hair obscuring her eyes. "Hu-huh...f-fuck..." she stammered, and Cindy saw her knees about to give way. She rushed to her side and supported her, holding her up by gripping her underarm. "Uh..." Cindy looked around, then addressed Bradley. "Help me hold her up, we, uh...we'll take her back to mine."

Bradley stepped forward perhaps a tad too eagerly, coming up under harm arm and placing Daisy's weight on his shoulder; then, together as a decidedly exhibitionist-looking attraction, the couple helped Daisy limp down the street, onward to Cindy's house.