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Chapter 3 by NaughtyPixie NaughtyPixie

Does Lucy tell her mom what she saw?

Lucy lies about what she saw

“I uh… nothing… it’s nothing… I just, I saw a uh… just… never mind” Lucy mumbled, embarrassed and confused. Had she imagined the girl? Why would she think up something like that? Her heart was racing and she blushed trying to calm herself down.

“Thought you saw what?” Erica asked, totally confused as the light changed and they started moving again, she kept trying to peer in the direction her daughter had been pointing but couldn’t see anything that would’ve caused Lucy to react like that. Lucy squirmed slightly in her seat, suddenly feeling very flushed and hot, she squeezed her thighs together beneath her short cheerleading skirt and mewled under her breath as a shudder of arousal flashed through her body. She had no idea where that had come from and the cheerleader cringed, mortified, that her body was seemingly reacting to even the idea of a naked girl masturbating on the sidewalk.

“Nothing… just… a friend from school…” Lucy squeaked, her cheeks pink with embarrassment, she didn’t understand how her imagination could conjure something so vivid, or why she felt like this. The girl had looked so real, and even if she wasn’t, Lucy was straight!

Erica gave her a sideways look but let it go, though she noted the flush in her daughter’s cheeks.

The girl took some deep breaths, stealing a glance in the car mirror to see if she could see any sign of the naked girl but there was nothing. Slowly she managed to calm her breathing and her heartbeat, and shook the vivid mental image from her mind, deciding her eyes had just been playing tricks on her…

“You feeling ok?” Erica asked, breaking the silence again, “You look a little flushed and a little zoned out”

Lucy shifted uncomfortably, “I… I’m fine… maybe I’m coming down with something?” she turned to look at her mom, praying the aroused blush on her cheeks would subside.

Erica reached over and ran the back of her hand over her daughters forehead experimentally, “You do feel a little warm. Why don’t you take a bath when we get back, see if we can get you feeling better?”

Numbly Lucy nodded, grateful to have escaped the awkward conversation. The idea of a bath sounded great to her in that moment, now that she thought about it Lucy realised she really did feel a little strange, and that was without the added weirdness of hallucinating a naked woman.

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