Forward!

“Okay,” John nodded, “let’s get going.”

We walked down the street, back the way they had come. John led the way, Bob a step behind him. Chuck and Frank walked on either side of me. Don brought up the rear.

John’s Chevy certainly looked big enough. A full-sized SUV, maybe five or ten years old. Three rows. Probably could have packed my locker room playmates into it. Probably could have held the Phi-Kaps sex show in it.

John clambered up into the driver’s seat while Bob went around. As Frank clambered up into the middle row, I looked in. The seat had to be five feet across.

As I reached the door I noticed something. While petite, I am not a short girl. Standing 5'8", I generally have no trouble getting in and out of cars. The step up here was at least two feet.

I’m not sure why I hesitated. Vestiges of my fading discretion perhaps; I was dripping and bare. Then, I felt a hand on my butt. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Don’s stricken face. I probably didn’t need the help, but I nodded and grabbed hold of the door. With that, his second hand came up and cupped my ass. As he boosted me up, I took the opportunity to spread my feet and lean forward. Looking back I saw him and Chuck starring at me, rapturously.

Don’s face swung through another contortion as I reached out to Chuck, drawing him in after me. I can only describe what followed as a mix of envy, shock, and lust as I beckoned to Don as well.

The door slammed shut and John gave his rearview mirror the briefest of glances as he asked, “Everyone set back there?”

His eyes darted back, widening. Bob’s head came around as I assured them, “I’m perfect.” They looked at each other and then back at me.

I stared back with an innocent look on my face, as though it was perfectly normal for a girl to sit in one man’s lap while resting her hands in those of her other two seatmates. “Shall we?”