Chapter 6

Pruett had parked the van on Ocean Drive, and was sitting there watching the girls sauntering by. Tony was buying a twelve pack of Budweiser. Pruett noted that every girl passing by eyed the Girls Gone Wild logo on the side of the van.

He stepped out and stood by the passenger side door smiling at them. The first two girls passing by just giggled, and kept walking. The next, a group of five stopped, and began bantering with him, feeling secure in their greater number. Pruett offered them T-shirts to show their tits, but they just laughed at him, and declined. Eventually they began giggling inanely among themselves, for none of them was bold enough to take him up on his offer.

Tony came out of the grocery carrying a twelve pack, got into the van, and opened a can, drinking deeply.

"Want one?" he asked Pruett.

"In a minute," Pruett answered. "Let me try these two coming our way first."

The girls in question were two seventeen year old blondes from a South CarolinaHigh School. They had wandered off in search of a mid-afternoon adventure, and realized that in the Girls Gone Wild van they may just have found it.

"Is this really that van?" The taller blonde asked. She was probably five nine; her friend shorter, perhaps five four or five foot five at the most.

"You mean the Girls Gone Wild bus?" Pruett asked in turn.

"Um, yeah, I guess," the taller one said.

"It is," he replied. "In fact," he turned to look to his left, and then to his right, as if someone might be listening to his spiel. "In fact," he repeated, "I'll give you a T-shirt right now if you show me your tits."

Both girls giggled, but stood in place, making no effort to leave. Tony had hoisted the video camera to his shoulder and was filming the girls from inside the van. Both wore cut off jeans, the shorter one wore a boy's shirt, the taller a tank top.

"Hey," said the shorter of the girls, "is that there a camera?"

Pruett looked over his shoulder, saw Tony shooting away. "Yes, it is. Hey now, I've got genuine GGW Tee's right here!" he told them, and dangled them in front of the two blondes, miraculously missing the taller one's tits by a millimeter as he did.

The shorter blonde suddenly flipped up her shirt, exposing two pert mounds capped with strawberry tipped nipples.

"I want the red one," she cried out, before slowly lowering her shirt.

Pruett handed her a red T-shirt, and turned to the taller blonde who was slightly better endowed in the breast department.

"And how 'bout you, pretty lady?"

The "pretty lady" seemed to convince her, and she slowly pulled her tank top up, her doe-like eyes appeared to widen as her breasts came into view.

"Gimme a white one," she said breathlessly, leaving her solid, 34-C sized breasts bare for the moment.

Pruett quickly handed her a white T-shirt, adding, "I'll give you any two additional shirts you want for a bush shot."

Slowly covering her chest, the taller blonde grimaced, and said with what sounded like finality, "Hell, no. Never happen!"

The other girl nodded her head, and then followed, saying, "No fucking way!"

Tony kept the camera focused on both girls. Pruett smiled evilly, and said, "Last chance, girls, one for you, and maybe one for a friend."

The shorter blonde shifted her feet, then squinted, thereby revealing her need for eyeglasses, or contacts, and said, "Any one's we want?"

"Yup," Pruett replied, "any one's you want."

"Large sized?"

"Large sized or even extra large, you want."

"One of each," the taller girl said quickly, and both girls began unbuttoning their short, short jeans.

"Um, best get into the van for this," Tony told the girls, who quickly climbed into the van, and while Tony kept the camera on them, they shimmied out of the tight fitting, short jeans.

Neither girl wore any underwear. The shorter one was clean-shaven, the taller one had a thick blonde bush that had Tony wondering if she had dyed it.

"Okay, now," Pruett said as he casually ran a hand along the shorter blonde's calf. "What are your names, and can we see some ID, um, you know, for the record."

The taller girl said, "I'm Heather. Then, fishing around in her small purse, she produced a driver's license that gave her age as nineteen.

"I'm Kristy," the shorter blonde told them. "Um, I'm not carrying any ID with me. But I'm eighteen and a half."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Kristy, but I really do need to see some form of ID," Tony said solemnly.

"Oh, I can vouch for Kristy," Heather said. "I'm six months older than she is."

"Good enough for me," Pruett said, not realizing that he would live to regret saying it later on. Tony shook his head, mentally castigating his buddy, but held his tongue.

"All right then Kristy, Heather, are you ready to become famous?"

"Like in a video?" Heather asked.

"Like in a Girls Gone Wild video, yes," Pruett answered.

"Oh, wow!" Heather cried out happily.

"Just put your clothes on the back of the seat there," Tony said, pointing to the back of the driver's seat.

"Y'all seen any of the GGW videos?" Pruett asked as he poured some tonic mix into paper cups and added a generous amount of gin, swirled each cup around and handed each girl one.

"No, but I heard about them," Kristy said, accepting her gin and tonic.

"Me too!" Heather chimed in. "Girl's kissing and stuff like that," and she too reached for her drink and took a huge gulp.

"Know what stuff like that means, sweetheart?" Tony asked gingerly.

"Yeah, sure," Heather replied gaily as she wiped her mouth on her arm. "Giving head, and fucking too, right?"

"That about sums it up," Tony conceded, and both girls nodded eagerly. Kristy knocked off her drink, then examined the empty cup for a second before tossing it into the corner of the van.

"All righty, then," Pruett said, and rubbed his hands brusquely, "Kristy, why don't you lay down on the air mattress and open your legs. Heather, um, after you finish your drink could you kinda put yourself between Kristy's legs, and slowly lean forward and give her a French kiss. Kristy, we want to see both your tongues, so please stick yours out too."

"Gawd, I still can't believe that I'm doing this," Heather sighed dramatically.

"Hey," Pruett told her sternly, "t-shirts like this don't come often."

"T-shirts!" Heather snorted, "I'm about to go lesbo by my best friend, and be videoed doing it... for a God-dammed t-shirt?"

"Some do it for far less," he told her, and turned away to see if Tony was ready to shoot.

"Really?" she said, as if comprehending what she was doing for the first time. She giggled, and finished off her gin and tonic.

After setting the camera up, Tony popped in front of it and, with a smarmy smile, said, "Hi, there, Spring Break fans everywhere. This is Tony with yet another Girls Gone Wild, or at least, soon to go wild. He pointed to Kristy out of camera range and asked, "And what's your name, darlin'?"

"Kristy, Tony," she replied, and waved at the camera with just her fingers, then added, "Hi, guys," and blew a kiss at the camera lens.

Seemingly relaxed and quite comfortable in front of the camera, she dropped her hand down to Heather's calf, and began kneading a spot behind her knee. The camera stayed with her hand in close up. Pruett grabbed the second, smaller camera, and focused on both girls from a respectable distance.

"Ever made it with a girl?" Tony asked.

"No," Kristy said, and bit her lip. She was lying, and they all knew it. But anyone watching the film later wouldn't know it.

Heather gave her a wink and a smile, and said, "But do you wanna play with me, Kristy?"

"Me and you?" Kristy asked innocently as she nodded her head, "Like, cool!"

Kristy turned to face the camera. Leaning back, she sank down onto the air mattress. Her hips rotated in time with the beat from the van's radio. She closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip with her pearl white teeth. A soft moan escaped her lips as Heather pressed the palm of her lefthand into Kristy's crotch.

Heather leaned down to the closest of Kristy's brown nipples and took it between her teeth. From her moan, Tony guessed that Kristy enjoyed the little love nip. Heather continued sucking on the swollen bud, and lowered her hands to the other's waist.

"Turn'er around," Pruett croaked hoarsely. Heather, not knowing which of them he was speaking to, turned because she was the only one standing, or close to standing. Her rear now faced Pruett's camera lens.

"Hey, Kristy," Pruett called out in what he thought was a director's voice, but was anything but. "Give old Heather a good lick between the legs, would'ja?"

Tony knelt down on one knee, the camera held steady on his shoulder as Kristy tried to follow Pruett's suggestion. She shuffled forward on her ass until extremely close to Heather's pussy, and then flicked her tongue out to touch Heather's clit, semi-hidden in her bush. Heather moaned, and at the same time, Kristy grabbed Heather's ass cheeks, caressing them with her fingertips.

Pruett grabbed his erection and tried to adjust it to alleviate the discomfort it was causing him, found that it brought no relief, and then took it out, letting it jut out in plain view.

Tony zoomed in on Kristy as she spent the next minute or so slowly licking up and down the crease of Heather's outer labia. Heather was panting in expectation of future exciting things, when, with both camera's tightly focused on her face Kristy slowly wet her index finger by sliding it into her mouth. After covering it with saliva, she brought the finger to the panting girl's cuntal slit, then half turned to Tony and his camera. She licked her lower lip, and spoke directly into the lens: "God, guys, she's even tighter than I hoped she'd be!"

She placed a little more pressure on the finger, and with a sudden movement, it broke through the barrier of Heather's inner lips, sliding partially into Heather's cunt before Kristy called a halt to her progress, pulling her finger completely out of Heather's cunt, and bringing it to her own mouth and tasting Heather's flavor.

"Um, nice," she cooed.

A shocked expression passed over Heather's face, but a smile soon replaced it. She looked down at her girlfriend and said, "Why don't you ask Tony what he thinks?"

Kristy giggled inanely, and reinserted the finger into Heather's cunt again; brought it out, and tendered it to Tony, who shut his camera off and waited for Pruett to signal that he had them covered. Opening his mouth as he kneeled next to Kristy, he tasted Heather's pungent flavor the second the finger touched his tongue.

"Might need some Paprika," he said off-handedly, and both girls doubled over laughing. Heather saw Pruett's dangling dick and made for it, giving it a light slap. Pruett almost dropped the camera, but managed to recover in time.