A tense conversation

The sound of Emma's knuckles rapping on the glass window on the back door of the van startled everyone. Vance quickly retreated, pulling his jeans back up as Derrick tossed a jacket over their stash. Suzy looked up to see her cousin's smiling face and waving hand.

"Sorry, guys. Gotta run!" she said, quickly pulling her yoga pants back up and putting her tanktop back on as Emma opened the back door. She scrambled out, leaving the breathless, now frustrated metalheads to stare out at them as they walked away. Emma was smiling mischievously as they quickly walked back toward the SUV, but neither said anything. Suzy set her face in a grim countenance as she angrily pulled her door open and sat inside. She waited until Emma had taken her seat and closed the door before laying into her.

"Em, what the FUCK was that! I can't believe you made me do that!" she said, her green eyes flaring in anger as she stared at the beautiful 19 year old who was reapplying her lipstick. "I had to suck them off! All of them! I almost got...almost got..." she said, starting to tear up.

"You almost got about two more inches than I just got. Never figured those losers would have the balls to go that far, or the tools to make it worth it." she said, seemingly unconcerned with Suzy's rage. "Besides, from what I saw, you seemed to be pretty enthusiastic about it." Suzy stared at her, her mouth open.

"How long were you watching!?" the tiny teen asked, anger and shame welling up inside of her as Emma started the SUV and pulled away from the tattoo parlor.

"Long enough to see your little "lotion show" for them. You looked pretty happy to be their while Lurch was between your legs." she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Emma, apparently, didn't see anything that happened as a big deal. Suzy started to say something, but couldn't help to admit her quivering legs were betraying just how far she had let things go. She didn't even protest while it was happening.

"Besides, when I saw the fat start to try and start filming, I stepped in for the rescue, didn't I?" Suzy hadn't even thought about that. "Christ, Suze, I know how hard it is to go through your parents getting a divorce. I know how confused and angry and powerless you feel. I just wanted you to have a bit of fun and relax for a while, take your mind off of it. I assumed from Julia's text that you'd be down for it. I felt how wet you were when Ray was groping you, so don't even try to deny it."

Suzy's head snapped to the side. "Yeah, I was a little excited with Ray, but he had a six pack and a handsome face, and watching you two go at it would turn anyone on! Those assholes smelled like a trash compactor, and used me so you wouldn't get caught!" Emma slowly turned her head, a smile on her devious face.

"So, you liked watching me get fucked, eh? Good to know..." she said, pulling down a side street as Suzy's cheeks flushed bright red. Had she really just said that? "I'll tell you what. You are here for a week. After that, you are going home to months and months of bitter fights and depression. I'm going to make sure you have a good time, even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming along the way."

Suzy sat, looking out the window silently, her skin still shiny from the cum she had spread all over it, her nipples still painfully erect and pussy soaking wet in the aftermath of her first orgasm. She could only imagine what that meant, but resigned herself to fact that she was stuck here for a week; and had little choice but to make it through this and all of her cousin's "good intentions."

"I need a shower." was all she could say, sulking as they drove. Emma looked over at her, and smiled. Suzy didn't trust that smile anymore, and could only imagine what was to come.