drive her home

Athena made smalltalk on the drive home. She had to stoop a bit to even fit in the car, so she lays across the backseat for convenience. Her hair reaches around the headrest, her snakey growths running over your shoulders and massaging them as you drove. You used to be afraid of snake when you were little, but somehow these don’t feel at all disturbing. Could be the comfort they’re giving, or the fact that they’re coming from someone so lovely.

“You know I’m not really a gorgon?” she asks casually.
“Oh really?” you ask, skepticism in your voice.
“Yep,” she smiles in the rearview mirror. “They meant to label me ‘gorgeous’ but there was a typo.”
You laugh with her, enjoying her sense of humor on top of how her laughter makes her giant chest bounce pleasantly.
“Eyes on the road there, tiger,” she warns.
“Can’t help it,” you smile. “Got something in my eye.”
“A beauty,” Athena finishes for you with a lovely flourish of her hair. “But if that’s too distracting…”

Athena slinks forward into the passenger seat beside you, withdrawing her snake hair from your body and stooping a bit just to fit. You smile over at her, then notice her hand run over to your lap, rubbing at you tenderly.
You breathe in sharply, you member hardening in your pants beneath her fingers. “I thought you said you came up because you were distracting me.”
“I came up because I can distract you so much better from here,” she purrs suggestively.