To Carol's House
From Torg Adventure
The three students snuck out of the school. As seniors, Hank and Jason knew the best ways to escape, this time out the door right next to the backstage door. No one was monitoring down there yet. They quickly walked through the late fall weather, still not cold enough to need jackets. They could make it to the parking lot under the cover of the trees that bordered the tennis court. The two boys walked on either side of Carol, each with an arm protectively around her. She felt safe in their warmth, even though she knew their minds were focused on ravishing her.
Hank's car was an ancient Caprice station wagon, at least 20 years old. Jason let Carol in the passenger door, and she smiled at the bench seat. She scooted to the middle. Hank sat behind the wheel, and Jason sat on the other side of her. She again reveled in the closeness of the two older boys. She could feel the heat coming from their legs, which she brushed against.
The car started with a ferocious growl, like a wild beast claiming its territory. Carol could feel the vibrations of the engine through the floor and seat; they tickled her. Hank pulled out of the parking spot and drove out to the street. Once they were clear of the school, Carol put her hands on the boys' thighs. She was so excited that she had to take deep breaths to avoid hyperventilating.
When Hank and Jason both put their hands on her thighs, giving her a light squeeze, she squeaked and nearly screamed, her hands clawing lightly at their legs. Carol didn't know how they did it, but Jason and Hank seemed to act of one mind with her in a way the made her insides melt into warm pudding. She moved her hands to their bulging jeans, rubbing them both lightly. Hank gasped and Jason moaned. With their approval, she stroked harder.
Hank picked her hand up off his lap and kissed it. "You keep that up, girl, and we'll be in an accident. Be patient. We're almost there."
So Carol concentrated on Jason. She watched his face as she rubbed the front of his jeans right ove his nice bulge. He closed his eyes and just moaned, until he grabbed her hands and held her still.
"You almost got me to come. You're really good."
Just then Hank pulled into Carol's driveway. He parked very close to the garage, Jason and Carol got out, Jason got back in the car, and Carol used the keypad on the side of the door to open the garage. The door opened with a loud grinding noise. Hank pulled into the empty space, and Carol slide into the garage, punching the button to close the door again. Now no one would know anything was different than any other day.
The boys scrambled out of the car and grabbed Carol bodily. They carried her like a battering ram, Hank at her head and Jason at her feet. She squealed with delight, kicking her legs futilely. Hank opened the inner door to a tiled sun room. French doors led further into the house. The boys put carol down, and she clung to Hank, catching her breath through giggles.
What now?
