Suggest a detour

You grin at the girls through the rearview mirror. “Well, I’m not exactly a monk,” you admit, in what has to be the biggest understatement of the year. “But from what I can see, neither of you appear to be aspiring nuns, either. Am I right?”

The driver of the car behind you honks his horn to get your attention. You have been stopped at the intersection with your turn signal on for too long. You ask, “You’re not in a hurry to get to your house, are you? Maybe we could go find something to do?”

You see Traci and Deanna exchange looks. When you see their grins, that’s all the answer you need. You shut off your turn signal and continue straight ahead through the intersection.

“Got someplace in mind?” asks Traci.

You try to think of somewhere where the three of you can have some privacy. You don’t know where to go, but you definitely know what you want to do when you get there.

“This is your neighborhood,” you respond. “Any suggestions?”

Traci thinks for a moment and then gives you instructions. You quickly find yourself in a rural community not far from the Clark home. Within ten minutes, you are pulling into a driveway next to an old barn that is surrounded on three sides by a small orchard. The barn could pass as being abandoned. It appears to be structurally sound, but there is no apparent effort to keep it locked. Through an open door you can see some mounds of straw and some barrels. You park the car and turn around to face the girls. You look at Traci with curiosity and wonder why she chose this place.

As if reading your mind, she says, “This used to be part of the old cider mill. I don’t know who owns it now, but it’s always been a place to come and park back when I was growing up. I thought it might be a nice place to get to know each other.” As if wanting to make sure you do not misunderstand her intention, she extends the long dildo toward you and runs it slowly down your chest. The effect is immediate, and you start to scramble into the back seat. In your haste, you forgot that you had your seatbelt on. The girls laugh at your plight.

“Such an eager beaver!” says Deanna. “I’ve never seen a guy get so turned on by a dildo! I think we’ve found ourselves a very interesting playmate!”

Traci reaches up and helps you with your seatbelt. Her hand stranglely misses its mark and lands squarely between your legs, palpating your bulge for several seconds before moving on and locating the seatbelt latch.

You are about to crawl over the seats and join the girls in the back when you remember that this isn’t your car. It belongs to Professor Clark. You’re already running a huge risk by not bringing Traci and Deanna straight home from the airport. It’s an even bigger risk to do the nasty with the professor’s daughter. Doing it in his car seems like it may be one risk too many.