Just keep it together.

You do your best to look normal, but Alison starts caressing your pussy with only the blanket to hide this from the others. Since nobody can see, you just need to make sure you don't do anything to let them know.

Easier said than done, of course. You grind your hips back and forth, hopefully to nobody's attention, but Alison shifts into second gear. She teases you in your most sensitive spots. Much to your joy and dismay, her hand is way too skilled. She knows exactly how to touch you and where. Quickly, you groan. She's doing it so slowly, which thankfully means she might spare you, but it also means the pleasure will be tantalizingly dragged out.

Suddenly, Roger says something towards you. "Oh. Jane." You jump at your name being called right now, and turn your flushed face to him.

"Uh... Wait. Are you sure you're alright?" You nod, pressing your thighs tightly together in hopes your obvious frustration convinces her to stop, but it only seems to encourage her.

"Okay, well, I was going to ask you something. How's your sister? She hasn't been texting me at all."

You start to explain the situation of her kicking you out of the house, and that she's probably with a boy, but halfway through Alison speeds up immensely. You stumble over your words and begin to moan, and your eyes grow wide with a helpless embarrassment.

"You sure you're okay?" Roger adds. "You look a little sick."

Alison nods. "Yeah... I'm really worried about you, Jane," she purrs and goes even faster. She puts pressure on your most sensitive spot of all, and does so with frightening precision. "If you're feeling sick, we can take you somewhere else... Are you okay? Are you?" she teases. You want to kill her so badly, but for the moment, you clench your teeth hard and pant heavily.

You start to feel dizzy, but you manage to explain that you just can't handle truck rides very well, and that you'll be fine when you all get to the place you're going. They seem to buy it, and Alison slows down.

Worst of all, now you're extremely horny in the state she's put you in. There's nothing you can do though without alerting your friends. Her soft hand continues back to your thigh.

"So where are we going for food?" asks Alison. You cringe, knowing people are soon going to look in your direction.

"Troy's truck. It's up to him I guess," answers Roger.

Troy shrugs. "I was just going to go to McDonald's.

The other two nod and agree. You say nothing, not wishing any more attention right now. But thankfully, that destination s close. You only had to last a bit longer on your friend's lap.

After a few more minutes of her thankfully leaving your inner legs alone, Alison speaks up to Troy. "I think this route's under repair. We should probably go the other way."

Troy shrugs. Your heart misses a beat at the thought of waiting in traffic while sitting on her lap, still without anything beneath your skirt.