The short girl smirks nastily at her statuesque friend, and slips into the passenger seat. Big Lindsey glares daggers at the pair of you, and squeezes herself into the back seat, pouting. She really is uncommonly tall - the top of her head brushes the car roof.
You pull away and as Minxy guides you through the maze of sunny lanes that make up the village, she rests a hand lightly but purposefully on your thigh. You pretend not to notice. Interesting, though...
"So, what are you in town for?" she asks, innocently, squeezing your thigh just a little, "And why are you going to the school?"
The girls seem friendly enough, and could be a good source of information, but maybe letting two girls you're giving a lift to know you're a journalist looking for information on sex crazed insatiable nymphomaniacs might be unwise.. then again, she *is* squeezing your thigh right now... |