A car pulls up

From her left, Heather heard a car pull up. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around herself and dropped behind the nearest car. The car slowly pulled to a stop and the driver popped her head out. “Heather,” the drive called out. “Heather is that you?” She called again.

Hope suddenly leapt into Heather's heart, it was Ann, one of her closest friend. They had known each other since...forever. Slowly standing up, but keeping her arms wrapped around her, she peeked over at her friend. “Hi, Ann,” Heather started, “I am sure your wondering why I am standing here naked in a public parking lot hiding behind a car, aren't you?”

Smiling, Ann replied, “Well, I am now. What happened?”

“Can I get in your car first?”

“Yes, yes,” Ann said as she leaned over and opened the passenger door of the car. Heather quickly slid in and relaxed, dropping her hands to her side. She was naked, but then she and Ann had seen each other naked on a number of occasions, particularly while partying at school.

“So, what happened? Did you loose a bet?” Ann said with a grin.

“No. It's been terrible. I was over at my favorite spot in the park. Some people came up behind me and stole everything from me at knife point. They where behind me the entire time so, I never saw their faces. Then I ran up to the parking lot but tripped over a boy. While I was on the ground he started taking pictures of me. He said he would post them on the internet. I chased him but fell on something and hit the ground. When I woke up I was tied to a post with a rather raunchy sign taped to me. Then a couple of guys came along and said they would free me if I would fuck them. I didn't have any choice, so I did. One of the guys blew his load in me! I'm not on birth control at the moment! I ran for my car but a couple of teenagers stole it. Then you arrived.”

Ann looked at her friend in stunned silence for a moment. “Heather, my god! If we were back in school that would have been just another Friday night for you.” Heather just glared at her. “Sorry. Not funny. In all seriousness it does sound awful. Lets get you home and sorted there.”

“Sounds good,” she replied. “do you have a blanket or something?”

“Sure,” Ann said, as she reached in the back seat and pulled out a running jacket. “Not much, but more than you have.”

“Thanks.” As the car pulled out of the lot Heather looked over her friend. Ann was her age and in great shape. In fact, she had apparently just come from the gym as she was wearing a crop top, track shorts and trainers. Heather gazed at that perfect figure that Ann always had, the legs, the hips, the breast. All perfectly proportioned. Heather hated her for it sometimes. Heather quickly took in her green eyes and silky black hair tied into a sensible bun at the moment.

With a sigh Heather said, “Thanks.”

“Of course, let's get you home.”