Stay cool.

You do your best to remain normal despite Alison's fingers caressing your pussy. Nobody can see it anyway, so as long as you don't let anybody else know...

That being said, you can feel it, and you were so close to begin with. You grind your hips back and forth, hopefully hidden behind the rocking of the vehicle. Alison has fun with it, teasing you in your most sensitive spots. Her hand is way too skilled and used to this for your own good. She knows exactly where to touch, and how. You groan quietly under your breath. Thankfully she seems to be doing it slowly, though it just means it'll be dragged out.

Suddenly Roger speaks up. "Oh hey, Jane." You shudder in shock at your name being called, turning your blushing face to see who spoke.

"Are you... okay?" he adds. You nod, pressing your thighs together in hopes your frustration urges her to stop. She doesn't.

"Okay, well, I was going to ask you something. How is your sister doing? She hasn't been texting me all day."

You start to explain how she was busy, probably with a boy, and that's why you were kicked out of the house. Halfway through however, Alison purposely speeds up immensely, causing you to stumble on your words and begin to moan. Your eyes grow very wide with humiliation, and helplessness.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look sick."

Alison nods. "Yeah. I'm worried about you, Jane." She goes faster, aiming right for your most sensitive spot of all. "If you're feeling sick, we can just take you to one of our houses. Are you okay? Are you?" She teases you. You want to kill her, but for the moment, you grind your teeth and meet your fate.

Loudly you shout, "Yes!", both as an answer and an impulse from the **** pleasure forcing its way through your body. You reach an orgasm right on Alison's lap, and you look between both Troy and Roger to make sure they couldn't tell.

You pant, feeling light headed. You explain you don't like riding in trucks much, and that you'll be fine once they find somewhere to eat and relax.

They all seem to buy it. You can feel Alison's hand gently patting your leg, clearly proud of her work.