Try to get it started! (No Pictures)

We walked in silence after that, myself worried I had upset Charlotte, and for her part she seemed to be brooding over something. Just when I thought the dreary walk would never end, I spotted the bus.

"Look! We made it!" I smiled in relief, and Charlotte seemed slightly brightened, although she still seemed dour.

"Well let's hurry up and get this thing going!!" She almost ordered, quickening her pace. I kept up, and soon we arrived at the vehicle.

I started to fill the tank, hoping that the old deisel engine would start for us. I was in the middle of a quick appeal to all the gods mentally when Charlotte interruptted.

"Listen, I'm sorry I lost it, I guess I'm just so tired of men and how they behave." She was leaning against the side of the bus, her figure draped in damp fabric like a statue of the gods, her pert nipples begging for attending in a very intimate sort of way.

I tried to focus. "I get that, honestly I think a lot of women feel the way you do." I figured filling the tank, and set the can down, moving to the engine compartment and opening it up. "I'm not saying that you're lying and slept with him, just that that's what he said and how he thinks. And in a vacuum, how do I know what to believe? I do know that I have more reasons to believe you."

Charlotte's eyes roamed me a little, searching as I used the screwdriver in the parts box in the rear compartment to open the fuel line primer a little.

"Alright Mr understanding, would you tell someone you banged us if you were in the same situation as him?" Charlotte still seemed a little upset, but she was toning down little by little. She was bent over the engine compartment with me, her rump looking fantastic against the country backdrop.

I tried to buy some time, I mean, I'd love to fuck them! Wasn't that what I was trying to do? I closed the priming screw and went around the bus, opened the door and got in the driver's seat.

"Hold that thought, just gotta let Kaila know we're safe with the fuel." I looked down and grabbed my phone, a message was waiting.

My eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets as I took in the picture of my wife and Helen kissing rather passionately, with the phone held at a bit of an awkward angle. The following pictures were in much sharper focus, and I took in some incredibly hot shots of a shaved pussy being manipulated by a hand. I quickly fired off a message about not trying to rile me up, and my wife responding with a comment about needing to play with Charlotte's hip. Apparently Helen felt I needed the advice.

I bit my lip, looking over at Charlotte, and wanting not to show that my wife had just pretty much given me an instant erection, which was going to be very hard to hide. I was already turned on, I didn't need this.. but maybe that would work? I turned the ignition, causing Charlotte to jump away from the engine where she was leaning. It didn't start even after turning over for a while, and the noise must have surprised her. It made me chuckle softly, and I saw her blush.

That's when I realized my answer.

"To be honest, I wouldn't have handled things the same way," I spoke again, coming around. It must be damp. I can try this again, but if it didn't work I would need some quick start. Crap.

"Oh really?" Charlotte seemed to be holding on to her frustrations for some reason. "And being honest? No really, I'd love it if you lied to me. C'mon Brent, you don't have to dance around this. I get so tired of stupid games."

I started repeating the process of trying to get the thing going, hoping it would work this time. Cars and me had at best a begrudging relationship of respect, and working against the elements as well was going to be a nightmare.

"Really. See here's the thing. Helen? She's probably the hottest dyke looking woman I've ever seen." I held up a hand to forestall her dismissive snort.

"Hold on, hold on. That's a compliment. In a twisted way. And look, I know I've got foot in mouth disease, so... take it as you will. What I mean is that no matter how she dresses or acts, she's an incredibly attractive woman." I finished in the engine compartment again, for hopefully the last time. "And you're no different. Honestly, you have a near perfect figure, like I still can't believe how amazing you look, and your breasts. Just WOW." I opened the door again.

Charlotte shifted a bit, stretching her shoulders backwards with a smile at the compliment. Well, at least that seemed to work properly.

"So would I tell any random dude that I'd fucked you? Nope. Even if I had." I shifted to stare right at her. "But I freely admit I would have tried to get you both into bed. Just wouldn't have been quite so... you know... mercantile about it."

"Oh real-" Charlotte started to speak, but a sudden boom and a crack of light interrupted, the storm clouds had darkened on us again, and without a moment's warning, torrential downpour started, soaking us both head to toe. The chill soaked into my skin, and I nearly slammed my fingers on the rear door as I felt the solid chunk of steel fit into place.