Thursday morning
There was a three day rock festival being held somewhere and five particular girls were lucky enough to get the very last tickets. They were all friends and were all about to head off into their respective colleges the next year, so they decided that with the festival it’d be their best and last memory of them together. They all decided to take Jo’s car: a nice, pale yellow Jeep wrangler.
Jo was in the car setting up the GPS with the address. The driver’s door was swung open and she had her tanned and muscular long leg propped up on it. The car was still parked in the driveway of her house since not everyone had arrived yet and some were still packing their things in the car. She heard a rustling from behind her and turned to see Sheila forcing her shoes behind the passengers seat. There were already bags and pillows stuffed in the little gap Jo noticed. She glanced up at her friend. Sometime’s she was just too stubborn.
“Can you be smarter and put them up here?” Jo asked in a rather monotone voice. Sheila looked up, her face flushed and her brows a bit furrowed.
“You mean I get to sit up front?” She said sarcastically, her pouted lips slowly turning into a playful smirk.
“You would anyways. You’re a hog, in both ways.” Jo remarked as she returned to the GPS.
“Oh screw you, Jo. Just cuz you’ve got no tits doesn’t mean you gotta be moody all the time. I’d share, but mine are one hundred percent all natural, and that’s rare for double D’s.”
Sheila was very far from rare, with her wavy generic bleach blonde hair, blue crystal eyes, long eyelashes, and pearly white teeth, she was a walking Barbie doll. But that wasn’t necessarily bad. She had a firm and tight body from all those yoga classes she attended and a perky butt from gymnastics. Not only that, but she towered at 5’8″ with her slender lean legs and ripe porcelain skin.
Jo let out a small sultry laugh. It wasn’t like she didn’t have any tits, they were small, only at a peaking B cup, but she liked it that way. Jo was an athletic young woman, having played sports from soccer to swimming since she was a young girl, and currently, she was still undecided on whether to take the volleyball scholarship from an elite school, or go play basketball for an elite sports only school. Boobs would be in the way of her success, and besides, the rest of her made up for it fully. At 5’10” she had a lean and muscular body, plump and naturally juicy red tinted lips, and a glossy caramel tan velvety to the touch. She was quite the beauty; her dark cat like eyes were seductive and her medium length black hair silky.
A clunk in the back of the car caused them to look behind them. Still packing away were Holly and Lillian, and they seemed to be arguing. Holly was a feisty brunette with olive skin and a perky C cup proudly on her chest. She was slightly shorter than Sheila and had an amazing body as well, but it was her big and deep forest colored eyes that drew everybody’s attention. She was yelling at Lillian. Lillian was a bit shorter than Holly and was the shy and timid one of the bunch. She didn’t like drama and she certainly couldn’t stick it out in a fight. If someone were to observe her from only her short strawberry blonde hair, small and feminine face topped with big soft brown eyes, and her cute and petite body, they’d say she was almost like an adorable puppy.
“What the hell Lillian! You were supposed to be there, I told you you were supposed to be there.” Holly chided. Lillian looked like she getting backed into a corner.
“What’s the matter, Holly? Something happen between you two?” asked Sheila.
Holly looked over, then back at her bag on the floor and roughly threw it in the trunk.”Lillian was supposed to come by and help move my stuff out of my house to my new place. Since I told my dad that she’d take it all over in her car, him and my mom left for their trip. I spent six fucking hours hauling all my shit outside to find out Lillian wasn’t fucking coming.” She glared at Lillian as she threw another bag in the trunk. “I had to spend even more time carrying it back in the house instead of already being asleep. Thanks a lot.”
Lillian was on the verge of tears. She couldn’t handle being yelled at. “Holly,” she stammered, “I’m sorry. My grandmother had a seizure and I was the closest one to her. If I hadn’t gone she would’ve been in even worse condition. I, I had to go. And the hospital needed me to stay till my parents came, they were miles away so it took awhile.”
“So what? You fucking promised me you’d help me. I looked like a fucking idiot going back and forth. Why don’t you just screw yourself Lillian, damn it, you bitch!” Holly snarled. Then she stopped. She knew she had gone out of line now and she knew it by the way Lillian looked at her. Holly was still pissed but Lillian’s crying face really got to her sometimes. She stepped back and tried to apologize, but Lillian was already averting her eyes like she always did when türkçe altyazılı porno her feelings were really hurt; tears swelling up and over. Before Jo and Sheila could intervene, the slow hum of a car diverted their attention.
By the sound of the crappy engine, they knew it was Wendy. She drove up to the curb and parked, her car emitting a loud shrill. As always, she was the last to arrive. They all watched as she got out of the car and lit a cigarette as she walked toward them, her things already in hand. She took a drag and waved at the girls. Wendy was a woman of little words but not because she was shy. No, she was a reckless one and though she kept to herself, she was blunt with her words and actions if need be. She had long straight black hair and usually wore her things grunge, unfortunately, since she was just as tall if not taller than Holly and had a killer body. She was slender built and had a smooth flat stomach along with gorgeous glowing white skin and cheeks that seemed to be rosy all the time. Her long eyelashes and dark almond eyes could play any man and woman a fool and her lips were hard to resist. Jo took this as a chance to lessen the tension in the air. She turned on the radio and blasted the volume.
“Since everybody’s here, let’s get going before our spots taken. Sheila, you brought the tents right?” She hollered over the music. Sheila looked at her quizzically and then chuckled.
“Of course, I’m a hog but I won’t let you guys freeze your asses off.”
Jo turned to Holly and Lillian. “Get in, we’re not gonna get there anytime soon with you guys standing around.” They looked at her then at each other, a bit put off by the sudden change in atmosphere and still raw from the fight, but went their own way around the car. Now waiting and hurrying for Wendy who was taking her sweet time, they were finally on the road.
It was going to take them a full day to reach the festival even though they left early that morning, but the good thing was the tension had died down and the music was good. Though Holly and Lillian were still a little bitter.
They decided to take a rest, and after a quick glance around, pulled into a gas station doubling as a diner.
Lillian had sat in the middle of Holly and Wendy, and moved out of Wendy’s side to avoid her. Holly rolled her eyes and continued to walk to the diner with the rest of the girls. Even though she did go out of line, she didn’t need to treat her like the plague. Holly was a stubborn one when it came to apologizing and rarely did it even for Lillian, but she knew she was the one at fault here.
As the girls neared the diner, the smell of honey glazed bacon and hot coffee filled their senses. Having no breakfast that morning really drove them crazy and they needed something to eat, quickly. Lillian rushed a little quicker than the others because of what she saw as they drove past the diner earlier. She had never seen a real one before, coming from a sheltered home, but it was exciting. At the front of the diner were probably a dozen Harley Davidson motorcycles all huddled together like a herd of buffaloes. They were a bit scary, Lillian thought, but the pounding in her heart just looking at the sleek medal and their big frame couldn’t be mistaken, it was sheer wonder and adrenaline. The other girls entered the diner while she lingered a bit longer at the motorcycles. One of them caught her eye as she noticed a little carving on the body, as she inched closer she could spell out the words.
“Lady.”
Unbeknownst to Lillian, dangerous, lingering eyes were also on her.
Suddenly, a voice called her out of her stupor. She whipped around quickly on her nerves to see Holly holding out the door with her hip leaning loosely to one side. Lillian bit her lip and began to scurry past her before being flipped around and pushed gently into a wall. She looked up to see impatient eyes on her.
Holly sighed. “Lillian,” it was embarrassing to say it and it took her awhile to choke it up. “I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t mean what I said back then. Your not a bitch at all and I understand why you couldnt make it. I was just really pissed. I’m sorry.” Holly was about to burst from embarrassment. She hated feeling vulnerable and weak in front of others. Lillian could see her getting red and flustered and she giggled. Actually, she laughed. She’d seen Holly like this a couple of times and it cracked her up every time.
Even more embarrassed and angry, Holly’s words came in stutters. “Stop laughing damn it. This isn’t funny, I’m trying to apologize here!”
Lillian couldn’t stop. Even though Holly was mean sometimes, she could never hate her. She was too nice to hate. Lillian tried to stifle her laugh to speak. “I know, Holly. And I’m Sorry I broke my promise. I promised you and I broke it. You have every right to be mad, so I’m sorry too.” They looked at each other for a moment, the words sinking in, and giggled. Then the xnxx doors to the diner opened again and they turned. It was Jo.
“I hope you guys like the kiddie meal, cuz it’s what we got you since you were taking your sweet time out here.” Then she cracked a smile and slipped back in. Lillian and Holly giggled some more before following her.
The diner was bigger than what the outside presumed it to be, and it was quite busy. The girls laughed and talked as they ate, enjoying the hot food on their plates. When they had first come in, all eyes were on them. It was a surprise to see beautiful young women out here in the middle of nowhere, let alone twice in a day.
Among the onlookers were the owners of the motorcycles outside crowded two tables. They were all women. Not sticking to the stereotype of being giant muscular butches on wheels, these women gave off an aura of power and sex. The old men around them tried to sneak peeks without their wives notice, some getting caught and scolded.
They were all clad in tight leather one way or another, some showing more skin than others, and it was heating up the room. And across the room, was one of the women’s prey. Riley glanced over at the table farther down the aisle at the sexy little cutie that was checking out her motorcycle earlier. If she hadn’t thought the best of it, she would’ve killed the sexy girl for getting to close to her ride, and good thing she did, because she felt a tingle down in her lower regions as she watched the girls smouldering eyes gaze at her beloved lady. The woman had never felt such a desire and want for anybody’s eyes to be directed at her. It drove her crazy and she could barely hold herself back from just walking over there and grabbing the strawberry blonde by the hair and kissing her hard and passionately. Her friends eyed her then the blondie further down.
One of them spoke, “You like that one? She’s a nice one that girl. But she’s too innocent for a wolf like you, Riley.”
Another of the women quipped. “Did the lone wolf just find her mate? What was wrong with us? That ones gonna run as far away as possible if you even try to get close.”
“Shut up. She’s not going anywhere. She’s gonna be mine, I’ll make sure of that.” Riley said, her eyes still very focused on the Lamb so close in her grasp.
Riley was the only one in her group currently single. Everbody else was hooked up. Some of them sat, draped over their partners laps and some of them were making out so wet and long people were staring. Riley watched Lillian like a hawk, remembering everything about her, her hair, eyes, lips, breast, legs, they were all so mesmerizing. She watched until the girls got up, seemingly done with their meals, and began to walk toward her as she was close to the doors. She watched and waited, anticipating the moment when the girl would again pass by her. Slowly, slowly, each of the girls passed her until a sweet fragrance ruffled her black, pixie like hair and she reached out her hand instantly.
Lillian gasped at the sudden grip on her small wrist and looked frightengly at her attacker. She was surprised to find a beautiful yet rough looking women gaze deeply into her eyes. The women had a big bosom, she could see, as it stretched taut against her black leather vest. Lillian did a once over of the woman and looked back into her eyes, embarrassment rushing up her face like a heat wave at the gaining attention on her.
“What is it?” Lillian stammered, clearly frightened. The look on her face shot a wave through Riley’s body. She needed to touch herself, to touch this girl.
“Sorry,” Riley recovered, “I thought you were someone else.” She reluctantly let go of Lillian’s arm. “Sorry if I scared you, sometimes I don’t realize my own strength.” She smiled sweetly.
Lillian relaxed a little at the woman’s smile. She thought she should smile more rather than have that scary look like before. “Uh, it’s fine. I’m fine. Have a nice day.” Lillian quickly darted out the entrance and met up with her friends as Riley stared off at the door, as if she could still see her. The rest of the biker women belted at Riley’s sudden attack and she laughed with them. No matter what, they were destined to meet again, she felt it. The girl was going to be hers whether she wanted to be or not.
“Where were you? You forget something?” Inquired Holly as she scooted over for Lillian. Lillian sat down and looked her in the face, still a little flustered over what had just happened, and hurriedly told her what they’d all just missed.
The next day was uneventful as they drove the miles to the festival, Jo bored at the wheel, Sheila panting her nails with her bare feet up on the deck, Holly fast asleep under a pile of blankets, Lillian counting trees outside the window, and Wendy smoking her second box of the day with the windows rolled down, all to the rythm of Michael Jackson’s “Beat it.” That was until the lonely road they were on became lonely no more.
It porno izle was around mid evening when a car pulled into the road they were on and drove a few feet behind them. The girls were unaware of their traveling buddy, really, unaware of everything as the day had bore them of their senses. And before they knew it, the unknown car had pulled up right beside them.
Suddenly, a loud and obnoxious sound boomed the girls out of there daze and they realized a car had paced itself along with theirs with their music blasting. Suspicious and a bit pissed, Jo leered at the obstructers but couldn’t see a thing through the tinted windows of the old and beaten up Range Rover. The old baby blue thing was rotting all over and had old and new stickers plastered all over it’s doors and hood. Jo kept her eyes on the car, because even though she couldn’t see them, they could clearly see who they were.
Sheila leaned over to get a better look at the intruder and sighed. “What the hell do these assholes want?”
Jo kept her eyes on the road but occasionally glanced over. “I dunno, but it’s gonna be more than trouble if they keep it up.”
Sheila stared for a moment, like she was contemplating, then flipped them the bird with deadpan eyes. Lillian gasped at the obscene sign, a bit afraid of whoever was in that cars reaction and baffled by Sheila’s boldness and stupidity. Then the Range Rover finally made a move.
All at once, the tinted windows rolled down to reveal inside seven young women around the same age as the girls or a little older. They grinned and giggled as they finally showed themselves, like the suspense was over and the real game was about to begin. They all looked like hippies but without all the unplucked hair and blemished skin. They were actually pretty cute and friendly looking as they laughed contagious laughs. The one in the passenger seat with her plain blonde hair braided, indicated for them to roll their windows down too.
The girls looked to Jo for an answer, since she was the driver, and she hesitantly agreed to roll it. When they did, the braided girl spoke. “You girls looked bored on this empty road by yourselves, care to join us in a little game?” The girls gave each other funny looks, and by girls, meaning Jo, Sheila, and Lillian, since Wendy was still staring out her side of the window like nothing was going on and Holly was dead asleep. The braided girl giggled some more, amused by their behavior. “Oh please, will you play? We’ve been driving for days and the boredom’s killing us. Please?
Sheila looked to Jo then at Lillian then back to Jo, waiting for an answer. She herself needed some entertainment and these girls were willingly offering it to her. She was not going to spend the rest of the day like she had the first half. Joining their little game sounded fun.
“Alright, we’ll play you.” She spoke, a sly smile across her face. Jo and Lillian looked at her like she was insane and an idiot. The hippie girls giggled and high fived each other at their success. “It’s your call. What do you got?” Sheila continued. She watched as the other girls whispered to each other. Whatever it was couldn’t be that bad.
The braided girl spoke, “truth or dare. How about that?” Jo and Lillian sighed while Sheila grunted. No creativy was coming from these girls. Then a girl about their age, in the backseat behind the braided girl, told them that their version of the game was different. She was one of the twins among the other hippies, her sister right next to her. The girls were both slender and almost innocent looking, except for their small peircings and visible tattoos. But it was their brownish blonde dreadlocks that brought about a unique look to them and separated them from the others.
The girl leaned over the car window and continued. “How about truth or dare? Each time pass over truth or dare, you and your friends have to decide who strips single article of clothing. If ask for more than three truths as well, the other team gets to decide punishment. It’s not fun with just secrets.” The girl had a slightly heavy Romanian accent that was easy on the ears and was easy to understand. But the rules of the game weren’t. Stripping? Punishment?
Jo was a serious and moral ridden girl and didn’t really like to participate in erotic or foolish behavior, nevertheless in public. Lillian was a good girl in nature and a bit prude and naive so the rules practically scared her right off the bat. Sheila on the other hand had no problems with the proposals, since she was the adventurous and flirty one and loved to flaunt her body whenever she could. And if they had to speak for Holly and Wendy, Holly would’ve been fine with it as well because of her excessive confidence and strong personality. And Wendy, well, maybe, if she was in the mood.
Sheila jumped at the opportunity before the others could throw it out. “Fine. We’ll play. But in exchange, the team that loses all their clothes first has to stop by the closest rest stop and spend the last daylight walking around naked.” The hippie girls paused to think the proposition over while Jo shoved Sheila back into her seat.
“What the hell are you doing?! Why are you saying that, don’t you know that applies to us too?! Jo snarled.