Chapter 55: Thanks for the Ride

Kathy's pager went off at lunch. It was an alpha-numeric message from Mommy: "Officer Ray hauling me in for questioning. Can't pick you up from school. Can you get ride home? Don't be late for party. Love, Mommy."

Can I get a ride home? No problem thought Kathy.

The afternoon went quickly. Kathy helped the librarian reorganize the bestiality videos during study hall and monkeyed around with the assistant coach during afternoon sex-ed. She met Christi at her locker and the two shared a long, sweet kiss. Hand in hand they strolled through the big front doors and down to the curb.

"Mommy can't come get us today, so we'll have to get a ride home," Kathy said as they took their place in the line of girls in search of transportation. They raised their skirts and smiled at the line of helpful motorists who volunteered their time each day to making sure the students got home safely.

A group of dignified men in a black van motioned for them to hop in. Eager hands grabbed them as the side door slid shut and Kathy soon found herself giving a gentleman caller a guided tour of her vaginal points of interest. Two others opted for a dual visit to Christi's rectory and the pretty brunette was soon singing a wordless tune to accompany their grandiose organ work.

A fourth man pulled his meaty vehicle into Kathy's rear alley and, while her guests seemed to enjoy the additional friction, she kept hoping the newcomer's meter would soon expire. She was about to call for a wrecker service when he gave her a thorough lube job and ended his journey down her Hershey highway.

Her original partner soon added his musky contribution to the swirling flavors in Kathy's cock pot. He thanked her profusely and pushed her face into the driver's lap for a tasty blast of his strawberry-flavored protein refresher.

In the meantime, the two organists' inspiring performance was driving Christi's aria to a tumultuous climax. The gifted accompanists soon folded their music stands, but not before showering their star soloist with rivulets of liquid praise.

"Thanks for the ride, Reverend." Kathy gave the driver a chaste kiss as she disembarked in front of her home. "Good luck tonight with your revival."

"Yeah," Christi chimed, "your men's quartet is really something. I'd like to hear them sing sometime."

"The pleasure's all ours," the Reverend smiled his reverend smile, "now, you angels have a good evening and praise the Lord." The five happy men waved and sped off toward the evening service.

"Home again!" Kathy rearranged her black micro-skirt and straightened her stockings. "And it's almost time for Billy's party."