Sherah's car starts! No battery required.

You turn the key, the Honda's engine catches, and you lean back.

Sherah grins at you. "Lucky us," she says. "Thanks, Scott, a coke well earned. I'll drop you back with Ellen."

You wonder how many guys Sherah has taken back to that parking spot above the abandoned quarry. How many guys have eaten her out and then gone outside to jack off, or just held onto it for later. You look at Sherah, unbound boobs bouncing under her scoop-necked top under her pussy pearl pendant, and then take a deep breath and look out at the road.

It doesn't take long for Sherah to get you from the crossroads where the auto parts store is back into Widley proper, then to Ellen's dorm.

You look down at your clothes. You're mud-caked from the bellyflop you took push-starting Sherah's car.

"Wait a minute," you say. "What should I do about all this?" You wave at the mud on your clothes.

"Don't worry, I'll sweep it out of the car," Sherah says. "Vinyl, right? Oh. You meant your clothes? The dorms have laundry. Or, well, you're about Amy's size. Beg some clothes off her? Now, shoo."

You get out and give Sherah a rueful nod. "Okay. Good luck with the battery."

"Seeya later, alligator!" she says. "Remember. Chainsaw lesbian vampire movie with me and Amy? If you're up to it." She winks. "Unless Ellen has other plans for you."

Sherah rolls off in her flat-back Honda with the chrome mermaid in the place you'd put a Jesus fish. You pull out your mobile -- plenty of signal on campus -- and call Ellen. You hope she's done with her visit to "Aunt Margaret's", the campus birth control clinic.

Ellen answers right away. Whew, didn't catch her with her panties down.

"Did it work?" Ellen says.

"Yeah, Sherah's great," you said. "Her car push-started fine but I fell in a mud puddle."

You hear Ellen's silvery laugh before she stifles herself. In a few seconds, she's back on again. "Oh, ah, oh dear," she says. "What should we do?"

"Sherah said to hit you up for the dorm laundry or borrow clothes from Amy."

More of Ellen's silvery laughter over the phone.