Her Car

Everyone knew Jessica absolutely loved the Mazda RX-7 her parents had bought it for her birthday two weeks ago. It was the perfect surprise: brand new off the lot, red, fast, and with leather seats. It was the best gift she'd ever received, and she bragged so hard about it since. But driving down the coast with the top down heading towards the beach, it was Tiffany who was behind the wheel squealing in joy. She'd been asking Jessica for the chance to drive it for months, and finally she gave up the keys for their day trip to the beach. The squealing was caused by her slamming down the pedal as she accelerated onto the on-ramp.

"This thing goes so fast!" cried Tiffany.

"Yeah, I know, watch it will you?" replied Jessica, starting to second-guess her decision to hand over her keys to her best friend, "No tickets or my and your parents will be pissed!"

Jessica had already dozed back to sleep so Tiffany, staring up into the blue sky, not really paying much attention to where she was going on this long straight highway, felt it was safe to grumble to herself.

"Yeah yeah mom, I know, geez. I wish you'd chill out a bit," muttered Tiffany as Jessica moaned a bit in her sleep from sexual pleasure, "...and trade cars with me next weekend." A slightly more audible moan caused Tiffany to perk her eyes up, but she otherwise ignored her friend's slightly odd behavior.

Tiffany reflected back on the last two weeks, and her whirlwind romance with Brad. She'd been flirting with him for weeks and weeks until at the party, she finally had a chance to get him in her clutches. When Brad got all riled up and chased that dweeb out of the party, he was fueled by **** and testosterone, which gave him the balls to ask Tiffany out. They'd hung out... and by hung out, she meant made out with each other for just about every night since.

Tiffany knew the key to keeping a man interested is to not give everything up on the first night, so the brunette kept Brad and his thundercock simmering with teasing makeout sessions. And just last night, she'd given him his fourth handjob. Sometime next week, she figured she'd challenge herself and see how much of that massive thick cock she could swallow, even if it was obviously too long and too thick to fit in her mouth.

"I wish it could though," thought Tiffany absentmindedly as she daydreamed about it while pulling into the parking lot of the beach. Jessica moaned again.

"Some dream she must be having. I wish I got dreams like that," as she reached over to shake her moaning friend awake.

"Huh... oh, we're here already? You didn't speed too much did you?" joked Jessica as she yawned and stretched, the weird dreams of granting wishes faded from her mind. Jessica couldn't help but wonder if that's what all genies dreamed about. At least I wasn't in a Arabian outfit this time and granting sexual wishes for some mysterious figure like most nights. Those dreams had never left her as wet as she felt today though. A little embarrassed, Jessica was thankful for the beach towel she could wrap around her waist.

Later that evening, Tiffany was happy to have a ice pack on her foot. She thought he'd cover her whole body head to toe with sunscreen but as fair skinned as she was, sun was her Kryptonite, and she'd left her poor toe uncovered. She couldn't wait till Brad finished his football practice so they could head out to Makeout Lane, but was disappointed she didn't get to drive Jessica's car home. Tonight was going to be fun. She was thinking she'd give him head for the first time soon but wasn't in the mood tonight with being in pain.

"Making out will be fun though," mused Tiffany.

She couldn't wait to surprise him on their trip by picking him up in Jessica's new car. She couldn't believe Jessica actually bought her line about her vehicle making noise and not feeling safe driving that far.

Jessica couldn't help but have an unnerving feeling. Internally, she was quite worried for the safety of her car. She knew the way that Tiffany speeds and part of her worried if she would loan the keys to her car to Brad. That guy loved to take risks and his driving showed it.

Yet, even as she was about to tell Tiffany, she'd changed her mind, her words wouldn't form in her mouth and her lips refused to open.

Why am I shy about not loaning out my own fucking car? pondered Jessica, Am I worried about hurting Tiffany's feeling by saying no?

A few times, she figured she'd just simply work up the courage to just text Tiff the disappointing news but her fingers refused to type those words, as if immobilized by some kind of odd... fear? Anxiety? Power?