Drive to the beach (The girls take you someplace new)

"You have jelly on your shirt," Fairouzeh tells Mona.

Indeed, there's a glistening drop of red jelly square in the middle of the white breast of Mona's baseball shirt.

Mona looks down. "Oh. Could you help take care of it?"

Fairouzeh raises her dark eyebrows. "How do you mean?"

"Like this," Mona says. Mona touches the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and taps it a few times.

You pretend to look out the window, but you can see Fairouzeh and Mona reflected clearly, as it's dark outside and bright inside the donut shop.

Fairouzeh looks around uneasily, but when Mona turns toward her and offers her chest, the dark-haired Persian beauty quickly ducks down and sucks the jelly off Mona's shirt.

"Thanks," Mona says, "I think you got it."

You look back around. Fairouzeh's dark, liquid eyes are a little wide, her expression somewhere between frightened and excited.

"Joe, you want to give us a ride?" Mona says.

"Sure, let's go," you say.

Mona throws away her jelly-smeared waxed paper donut wrapper. Fairouzeh puts the last half of her maple bar in the trash. You lead them down the block to your little car. Fortunately it's pretty clean, you actually use the pool company truck more than you do your own car. As you get in, your chest twinges a little with the bruise that Karen gave you earlier today, and ages ago now, it feels like. There's still a little swelling on the back of your head where she laid you out on the pool deck with her kick. Mona and Fairouzeh both get into the back seat.

"Where to?" you say.

"Huh?" Mona says, raising her head from something she was whispering to Fairouzeh. "Can you take us by the beach? It'll be cooler and I love the sound of the waves."

You head out a minor road between farm fields and make your way to a quiet roadside near the beach. There are a few other cars parked here, likely enjoying the Lovers' Lane opportunities. You park as far as you can from the others. Rolling your window down, you smell the sweet hay and sage smells of the coastal grasses and hear the rumble and whoosh of the surf.

You sit in front, relaxing for a minute, while Mona and Fairouzeh sit in back, whispering to each other. It's a beautiful night for this, warm, but with a cool breeze from the ocean. You faintly hear sounds from the other cars. Sounds like someone's scoring tonight. Your cock swells, remembering your own score with Tara and Jennifer in the movie theater. Rubbing your fingers together, all you feel is a little sticky sugar from your donut. You wiggle the thumb and the finger that were up their asses, smiling to yourself, and take a deep breath. You wonder if you should give Mona and Fairouzeh some space or make another suggestion.

Outside you hear a car door open, a few quick, hurried footsteps, and the crunch of dry grasses, then a giggle. You look outside. Some girl has to make an emergency Number One.