Trey picks up Breanna

Breanna checked herself in the hall mirror. She fiddled with her curled blonde hair, cleaned up her lip gloss with her thumb nail, straightened her tight white shirt and finally, twisted her hips to check her backside. Breanna was rail thin before she took up gymnastics but, once she got some meat on her bones, she couldn’t help but notice the reactions she got from her male classmates. Her form was magnetic. Guys went from blowing past her in the halls to keeping their eyes trained on her as she walked by. Her legs and abs improved, sure, but her ass was the main attraction. Sculpted, toned, and perfectly plump, Breanna couldn’t help but show off with tight leggings and short shorts. She had gotten dress-coded a couple times, her shorts riding up higher than her fingertips, but it didn’t deter her from dressing to impress. The lavender leggings she wore today left little to the imagination, but enough to keep her out of trouble.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. Trey was here.

Breanna couldn’t help but smile as she walked out of her house toward the dark blue pickup in her driveway. It was given to Trey as a gift for his 17th birthday, and it held a lot of happy memories for Breanna. Their first anniversary road trip to Lake Lewallen. Their first prom, and the exhausted trip to McDonald’s afterward. Their first time, in the back row of the drive-in’s showing of Minority Report. Trey and Breanna spent a lot of their time together in that pickup, but the time she cherished most were these brief drives to school. She hopped in the passenger’s door and smiled at her boyfriend.

“Good morning, driver,” she said, a sly smile on her face.

“Driver? That’s what I am now?”

“You drive, don’t you?”

“Drivers usually get paid.”

Breanna turned to her boyfriend, put her hands on each of his cheeks, and pulled their lips together. The slight chemical taste of her boyfriend’s aftershave didn’t stop her as her lips parted, slithering her tongue into his mouth. The smell filled her lungs and pushed her into him. She locked her fingers behind his neck and breathed deeper. She felt his hand on her leg and her hands rose again, creeping up the back of his neck and digging in his hair.The feeling of her hands on his scalp sent chills down Trey’s spine and pulled him in. His hand crept up her leg to her waist, threatening to part between her shirt and the waistband of her pants. Breanna caught it and squeezed it before pulling away and settling back into her seat, leaving him hovering in between the seats. Confused and horny, Trey opened his eyes to see his girlfriend sat in her seat as if nothing had happened. She smiled.

“Get us there fast and you’ll get a bonus.”

Trey grinned and put the car in gear.