Not So Bad Ending

"Alright, ladies, let's go. My car is right over there.” Arlo led the way, his confidence oozing from every pore. "Don't worry, Davey, I'll keep an eye on things. After all, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to your girl. God forbid, she ends up like Sindie.” He shot me a sly grin, his tone full of teasing. “Jenny, you know, I've got a pretty sweet collection of old movies. Some classics from my high school days you wouldn't believe." He opened the door, holding it wide for Jenny. “Hey, guys, maybe it would be fun to make our own cheesy movie! What do you think, Davey? I could call some of our old buddies as extras and Jenny would definitely be the star.” He winked, his usual bravado shining through. "Now, climb in, Jenny, and behave yourself, or you might end up as the damsel in distress instead.” Then Arlo smiles to himself as he leans down and whispers in Jenny’s ear, ‘Sometime tonight, my sweet little mouse, you are going to nod your head yes when I ask you to suck my cock.’

Jenny is so far out of it that she tries to focus on Arlo’s shoes as she blushes and giggles, thinking he just said something funny but not sure what exactly it was he said.

Jenny climbs into the front seat and moves to the middle expecting you to get in next to her. But before you have a chance, Arlo closes the door and with a grand gesture says, “You, sir, get to ride in the back like a paying customer! I shall transport you both to my humble abode.” It seemed like you all were a little drunk and Arlo was just being his boisterous self. You expected Arlo to open the back door for you too but he just gets in his car and hollers to you, “Come on, buddy, get in. You don’t want to be left with sloppy seconds again do you?”

You’re not amused by Arlo’s joke but you quickly get in the back seat and lean forward to make sure Jenny is OK. Arlo's car is a beautiful classic with a door to door front seat that you had to lean over the back of to see what was going on in the front.

“Jenny, sweet mouse, seat up or your boyfriend will think we’re up to something!” Arlo says as he helps Jenny set up straight next to him and she opens her eyes and giggles. “Come on now I was just thinking about letting you know what wedding gift I want to give you guys.”

Sobering a bit Jenny looked over at Arlo and then began to look around to see where you were, finally spying you in the back seat. “Wedding g-g-gift … oh, Arlo, you shouldn’t . Davey … d-d-did you hear? Arlo wants to give us a wedding g-glif, isn’t he so … sweet!”

Arlo looks at you in the rearview mirror as he reaches over to straighten Jenny's glasses on her face and says, “Come now, I admire and truly enjoy what a free spirit you are, Jenny! I have a friend that does unique tattoos and piercings … you know, really original stuff. It would be a lot of funny to stop by his shop before the wedding and look over his work. If you see something you like, I would like to buy that for you as a wedding present, and of course, you’ll make Davey happy because he will enjoy seeing it on you too, right buddy?”

Jenny gives Arlo a cute little drunken smile and then looks to you for approval. You though, are having trouble following the conversation. You’ve a weak stomach and can’t handle ****. Even a couple beers makes you queasy and often puts you in a drunken stupor. On top of all that, your bladder is painfully full and you have to pee really bad.

“Arlo, please p-p-pull over …” In a sudden panic you look to the girl you love for understanding and sympathy as you …

Jenny looks down in disbelief and begins to giggle as she sees the growing wet spot on the front of your pants. Arlo looks back over the seat to see what Jenny is giggling about. “This is fucking hilarious!” Arlo roars as he looks at Jenny and Jenny looks at him and then back to you blushing with shame and a bit of disgust on her face as she watches you pee your pants.

You look to Jenny with a sorrowful pleading look, hoping for her to defend you from the humiliation. She just turns to Arlo and tells him the evening is ruined. You cower back in your seat and lower your head in shame and quietly ask Arlo to please take you both home.

Jenny is so confused, on one hand she knows she should take care of the boyfriend she loves, but on the other hand Arlo has been such a fun, strong guy… someone that thinks she is a free spirit! She slumps down in her seat and tells Arlo “I’ve … got a h-h-headache now, just take me home.”

Arlo looks over at Jenny with a wicked little smile on his face, “Sorry little Davey peed himself and ruined the evening, but all is not lost. I’ll take you and Davey home for now, Jenny, but I still want to take you shopping for your wedding gift. I won’t take no for an answer, so how about it? Oh ... and here take this, it will help with your headache.” Arlo takes two tablets from his pocket and before Jenny can reply places them in her mouth and slowly slides his finger between her lips.

Jenny is so upset with you and the ruined evening that she just wants to go home. But after she takes Arlo’s ‘headache medicine’ and he turns the car around to take her home, she starts to relax. At some point she snuggles up against his arm and tells him that if he still wants to give them a wedding gift she would love to check out his friends shop.

The last thing you remember is Arlo turning the car around to take you home. The motion of the car and the hum of the wheels puts you to sleep as the thought of the warm dampness of your soiled pants drifts from your mind.

When you wake up the car has stopped and all is quiet. Groggy you look out the window to see that the car is parked outside your apartment. The neighborhood is so quiet this late in the evening and you can hear the gentle hint of rain on the roof and then a very faint, muffled … sucking sound. As you gain a bit of your senses you set up with a start as you see Arlo in the front seat looking back at you through the rear-view mirror.

“Hey, little buddy, you’re finally awake … ‘oh, yea … that’s it …’ you’re home, so either get out or … ‘omph mmm … yea … little whore’ … sleep it off in my back seat.” Arlo says to you while muttering something you can’t quite make out under his breath.

Confused you look around for Jenny, “Where is Jenny? Did you take her home already? Is she OK?”

“Oh, yeah, Jenny is … ’omph omph mmm…’ just fine. Even though you kind of ruined the night for her, she finally nodded consent to take me up on my earlier offer this evening. After tonight she probably won’t be in any shape to go to work tomorrow so it was decided that she will call off work and we will go shopping tomorrow for that wedding present we talked … ‘oh fuck … yea, bitch’ … about, remember?” Arlo said, still oddly mumbling and still looking at you through the rearview mirror.

You felt the cold soggy wetness of your soiled pants sticking to your legs as you just nodded your head and opened the back door to get out. “Thank you, Arlo. I was worried at first about this evening, but I appreciate all your help and ... thanks for taking care of Jenny. She seems to like you, so I guess, you can’t be all that bad, at least not as bad as I thought you were back in high school. I’m sure she is home now, thanks to you, snug in her bed. Oh and thanks for offering the wedding gift, Jenny really seems excited to get it. Well, I need to be up early for my job interview so … you know, Arlo, I don’t really have any guy friends … and you’ve been so nice to us … would you consider being my best man at the wedding?”

Arlo carefully scooted out from behind the steering wheel and adjusting his hips as he turned to face you. He hunched over the back seat, eyes rolling up a bit as he adjusted something between his legs in the front seat and humped forward a couple times to get ... comfortable, then smiling that charming wicked smile, he said, “Oh yea … best man for sure … this should be … oh fuck … ‘omph omph omph’ … yea little bud, I’ll be sure to ... come up with a plan … to make your wedding … a very special occasion … !”