Chapter 4: Driving to the Lake

The next morning I woke up horny as hell. Actually, it’s nothing unusual for me to wake that way. By nature I’m a “night” person, preferring to stay up late and sleeping in late (apologies to Ben Franklin). Yet for whatever reason, my body seems to be naturally at its horniest (is that a word?) when I first wake up. As a result, more often than not I find myself masturbating before the sleep is even out of my eyes and this morning was no different. If anything, my “need” was even more intense as I recalled my agenda for the day!

Once THAT was out of the way, I took care of my morning bathroom rituals and got dressed for the day. My first dilemma of the day was deciding which bikini to wear (hey, it’s really not that easy making these kind of decisions!). I had several, each more or less geared towards a specific event or location. For anything to do with church, I had a conservative number that was more ‘two-piece” than bikini. Actually, even that was pretty liberal as not that many years ago they allowed only one piece suits!

At the other extreme of the bikini sluttiness rating scale was my tanning bikini. I only wear this one out on our private deck as the public pool dress code required SOME material other than string to cover your ass. Finally I picked out my one of my favorites, a jet black bikini which showed off my figure but at the same time somehow managed to cover all the “required” areas.

Slipping on the bikini, I tied the halter strings behind my neck and then the waist strings. Over the bottoms I added a pair of white shorts that were extremely short but still looked classier than my cutoffs. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail again as it was easier to ski with it out of the way. The bikini top was enough, at least for this situation. No point in covering myself any more than necessary.

By now my mom was yelling up the stairs for me to get going. Just as I got down to the driveway, John pulled up and as he approached I loved the way his eyes roamed over me. If he wasn’t careful he was going to be sporting an erection though his bathing suit! Not that I would have minded but I’m sure it would’ve embarrassed him in front of my parents (although I bet my mom would’ve gotten a kick out it). We all piled in the SUV and headed out to the storage barn where we kept the boat.

Soon we were on our way and for the next hour or so it was mom and dad in front with John and me in the back bench seat. John was sitting behind my dad so I scooted over to the middle so I could be next to him. My parents tried to get John engaged in light conversation but he was shy with them around and so eventually they gave up and resigned themselves to talking to each other for the rest of the trip. That was OK with me as I snuggled up next to John, taking his arm and wrapped it around my neck. He seemed hesitant at first, resting his hand on the seat back instead of on me as I had hoped.

Looking down at John’s crotch, my mind painted a mental picture of his cock hiding underneath. Then I thought, why just imagine it when it was right there waiting for me? My parents were yakking about something or another, not paying any attention to us, so I took advantage of the situation. It wasn’t that I was worried about my parents’ reaction, they would probably have encouraged us. Actually it was John I was worried about. Face it, most guys aren’t accustomed to playing around with a girl while her parents are in the car with them. When I placed my hand squarely on his crotch, John looked down at me with his eyes wide open and I could see from the look on his face he wasn’t sure if I was just teasing him or being serious. He soon got his answer when I started to rub my hand in little circles and grinned mischievously at him.

“Kelly, what are you doing?” he whispered to me tersely.

“Don’t worry, they can’t see anything,” I whispered back.