Driven to Distraction

Two hot college girls get high on the highway, find fun in the sun, and become kissing cousins.

(ff,  exh, drug)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

Texas, 1960

The hot Texas countryside was barren—of wildlife, of plant life, of scenery, even of other cars. Only a sun-bleached, apple-red Thunderbird convertible hummed along the black band of highway in the heat of a southwestern morning. The pretty brunette at the wheel ran her hand thru her wind-whipped hair and caressed her aching neck.

“Do you want me to drive?” asked her auburn-haired college roommate beside her. Then she pulled a long drag on her marijuana cigarette.

“No, I’m all right,” Susan said, adjusting her sunglasses. “It’s just that this highway is so damn boring that it tires you out.”

“I know,” Tina said, running her hands thru her hair and lying back lazily. “There’s nothing worse than hot and boring.” She played with the buttons of her light cotton blouse and exhaled slowly.

“There’s ice water in the cooler,” Susan suggested.

“No, that’s okay. We’d have to stop.” The cooler was in the T-bird’s trunk.

“Well, there’s not much else we can do,” Susan sighed. She undid a button on her blouse and opened the collar a little wider.

“I can hang my feet over the side,” Tina said suddenly. With that, she kicked off her shoes and slung her feet over the side of the car door. One slim leg rested on the outside mirror while the other dangled freely in the wind.

A strong breeze blew down her long legs and ruffled the fabric of her baggy beige shorts. “Mmm,” she murmured, sucking on the joint again.

“Tina,” Susan scolded.

“What?” Tina replied sharply.

“What are you doin’,” Susan chuckled, “gettin’ your jollies from the wind?”

Tina lay back even further and thrust her legs up into the oncoming air. “Mmm....Maybe I am,” she cooed, flaunting her smooth, tan legs.

Susan glanced up and down her friend’s slender form. “Well, while you’re at it, you might as well sunbathe, too,” she giggled.

Tina thought for a moment and then sat upright. “That’s a good idea,” she said. “I am. I’m gonna take off my shirt.”

“What?” Susan cried.

“Take a hit,” Tina said, jabbing the joint into her friend’s mouth. Then she began undoing the rest of the buttons on her blouse.

Susan took a drag of the dope butt, held it. “What are you doing?” she wheezed.

“Sunbathin’. I am, really,” Tina gushed, pulling her shirt open. Her bra was light and lacy, because her breasts were small and firm and needed little support. “There’s no one to see.” She got up on her knees on the seat and let the wind thrash about in her long auburn hair.

“There’s me!” Susan laughed, taking off her sunglasses.

“Oh, c’mon!” Tina giggled, “Haven’t you ever done this before? Drivin’ along...no one around...take off your shirt...?”

“No!”

“C’mon! Never?”

“I mighta opened my shirt once...let the air in...on a hot day,” Susan admitted.

“Well, I’m gonna do it,” Tina said. And with that, she slid her bra straps off her smooth, tan shoulders to reveal her soft, pointed breasts. Her nipples were small and hard and red. The beautiful girl dropped her head back and let the sun bathe her graceful curves deliciously.

A chill ran thru Susan’s body, followed by a wave of warmth that thrilled thru her as she glanced from Tina to the road and back again. She pulled the joint out of her mouth. “Are you gonna take it all off?” she asked timidly.

“Yes, I’m gonna,” Tina decided. She lay back against her door and put her legs up on the seat, resting one bare foot in her sweet friend’s lap.

“Tina!”

“Give me a hit and help me off with my shorts,” Tina said, ignoring Susan’s indignant tone.

Susan leaned over and offered the joint. Tina held the smoke as she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down over her small, round rear. They came to rest around her soft, tan thighs, just above the knee. “Tug, please,” she said sweetly.

Susan had to do little tugging to slide the baggy shorts off her smiling roommate. She tossed them onto the floor on the passenger side and rested her hand lightly on Tina’s bare leg.

Tina pinched the cig between full, red lips. “Is that it?” Susan challenged, toying with her friend’s slender toes.

“No,” Tina said in a husky drawl and passed Susan the joint. She ran her fingers lightly over her bare body, stroking her breasts in lazy circles, sliding down her belly to the pale pink line of her panties. Susan’s gaze swung back and forth from her friend to the road as she bit her lip with excitement.

Down into the nether region slipped Tina’s long fingers, pushing at the fabric of her panties, easing them down over her pale skin, and exposing her inch by inch. Her soft auburn pubic curls peeked out first, followed by the delicate curve of her tight young ass as she turned over, and—at last—the dark, curly dampness of her Venus mound. Tina lay back luxuriously and caressed the newly-bared flesh. “Tug, please,” she begged.

Susan licked her lips nervously as she stretched out one timid hand and took hold of Tina’s panties. Tina spread her knees as the panties slid down over them, then down her calves, and—finally—slipped over her heels. For a moment, they dangled lazily from her toes before falling into Susan’s lap. The anxious brunette clutched them against her breasts for a second, sucking deep on the join as another wave of warmth spread over her. Then she tossed them onto the floor beside the shorts and blouse.

“Smoke,” Tina demanded. Susan handed it back and watched her friend suck the marijuana smoke into her lungs, his young breasts rising and holding. She lay back in total contentment, brushing her hand thru her wind-wild hair, stroking the bare curves of her body, and feeling the warm touch of the sun on her most private sections of fair skin.

“God, Tina,” Susan said breathlessly. She stared enviously and caressed Tina’s bare leg.

“It’s wonderful,” the naked teenager replied, stretching her long arms and legs to their full lengths. The dope was working its magic on her, smoothing out the world. “You do it too.”

“No,” Susan protested softly.

“Oh, c’mon,” Tina said, sitting up slowly. “It’s fun.” Suddenly, she raised herself up grasping the top of the windshield and sat on the seatback. The wind rushed thru her and around her, thrilling her in her nakedness and caressing her delicate form.

“Susan....” she sang.

“I have to drive,” Susan argued.

Tina smiled a wicked little smile. Her pretty roommate’s eyes were everywhere but on the road. “So what?” she retorted. “I’ll help.”

With that, she bounced back down onto the seat and slid over next to Susan. “What shall we get rid of first?” she asked herself, curling up very close. “The blouse, perhaps?” She took the joint in her lips and walked her fingers up Susan’s lean body to the top button of her blouse. With a flick of her fingers, it was undone.

Susan trembled with each breath as her friend slid her hand down inside her blouse and unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. Her full breasts slipped out of the cups and jiggled slightly, firm and hard-nippled.

“Better?” Tina asked sweetly.

“Better,” Susan answered. She put her hand to her blouse to undo more of the buttons, but Tina pushed her hand away.

“Let me,” she said. She brushed back her long hair and nestled closer to her friend. With gentle insistence, the nude redhead popped open the buttons down the front of Susan’s shirt, pausing after each one to push back the fabric a little more, baring a little more creamy pink skin each time.

“Hurry,” Susan urged softly.

“Relax,” Tina responded, pressing her hand against Susan’s bare flesh. “Slow down.” They were going almost a hundred miles an hour. “Suck on this,” she said offering the joint again.

Susan slowed the car, relaxing a little under Tina’s soft touch, and sucked in the smoke. In a moment, Tina opened Susan’s blouse completely and sat back, letting the wind and the sun play upon their skin for a long, quiet minute. She felt the dope working thru her, relaxing her, making her slightly dizzy.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” the naked girl asked. Then she began to tug at the blouse again.

“What?” Susan asked.

“Take it off,” Tina urged.

Susan let go of the wheel with one hand. Tina helped her out of the blouse and bra, tossing them onto the floor with her own clothes.

“Now the jeans,” Tina said. She reached for the button.

“I have to drive, Tina,” Susan protested, squirming under her friend’s hand.

“I’ll help you,” Tina insisted.

“This is done for,” Susan said, handing off the shrunken butt. Tina opened the ashtray and crushed it out, dropping it next to the other two they had shared earlier that day.

“Now...” she said. She undid the button and, with a slow, deliberate touch, unzipped Susan’s faded blue jeans. She spread back the folds of cloth and began to push the jeans down. “Up,” she commanded, getting up on her knees.

Susan chewed her knuckle for a moment and then arched her back to raise herself off the seat. Tina tugged her pants down over the brunette’s small rear, caressing it gently as she went. Susan’s panties slipped down with the jeans part-way.

Susan watched Tina’s slender young form twist and contort as she tugged. The naked girl’s smooth round ass wagged invitingly as she worked, and her soft round breasts swung low, brushing against Susan’s flat belly.

“Panties too,” Susan said softly.

Tina grinned up at her. “Oh, I was getting to those....”

She left Susan’s jeans down around her knees and turned again to her panties. With tortuous slowness, Tina slid the silky cloth over Susan’s ass and down her creamy pink thighs. There before her, topped with curly dark fur, lay Susan’s fleshy mound, so close she could smell its musky aroma.

“All the way,” Tina said.

“How?” asked Susan dreamily.

“I’ll have to drive,” said Tina. And with that, she sat down next to Susan and put her arm around her. Susan bent forward to let Tina take the wheel in that hand and then arched her back again to let Tina slide under her. For a moment, their naked flesh pressed together hotly, and their breathing was deep and heavy. Susan could feel the warm moistness of Tina’s bush brush against her hot bare pussy lips.

“We probably shouldn’t do this when we’re high,” Tina giggled, breathing hotly in her friend’s ear.

“We probably wouldn’t do this if we weren’t,” Susan laughed. Then she slipped off Tina’s lap and let the naked girl work the accelerator barefoot.

Susan slid away, putting her feet up on the seat, and sat back against the passenger side door. She stared intently at her bare-bodied friend, sitting naked and in control, staring back intently.

Susan rolled over on her side and brought her feet up behind her. She slipped off her shoes and tossed them onto the floor. Then she rolled over onto her back again and pushed her jeans down further.

“Tug?” Susan begged, offering her legs. Tina pulled off Susan’s jeans and tossed them atop the pile on the floor.

“Tug?” Susan begged again, offering her spread leg. Her flowery white panties hung around the ankle in front of Tina. The other leg curled around her and rested on the headrest. Tina smiled mischievously and, still keeping her eyes on the road—more or less—slipped the panties off with her teeth. She looked at Susan again and the two stared into one another’s eyes for a moment as Susan’s hand roamed her newly-freed naked body.

Then Tina hooked the panties with one finger and twirled them around with another mischievous grin. Susan sat up slowly, her eyes widening as she watched.

Tina tossed them into the wind.

“Tina!” Susan cried, leaping on top of the other girl, grasping at the wind as if she could reclaim her panties with the effort. Tina laughed wickedly as they wrestled, flailing about with bare limbs and pushing and tugging at bare flesh. At last, Tina took a light slap as her punishment.

“How would you like it if I threw all your clothes out of the car?” Susan asked, digging thru the clothes pile and dangling Tina’s panties in front of her teasingly.

“Go ahead,” Tina challenged and quickly snatched them out of Susan’s grasp.

“Unh,” Susan huffed and began snatching at the panties, wrestling with Tina all over again, their naked bodies rubbing together, young tits bouncing. They grabbed and snatched, poked and pinched, but Tina kept hold of her panties, holding them out over the road as far as she could, out of Susan’s reach no matter how far out she leaned, sitting in Tina’s lap.

“All right, all right,” Tina gave in. “We’ll go back for them.”

“Good.”

“Geez, it’s not like you couldn’t walk around without them. I sometimes go all day without them.”

“You do not!”

“The hell I don’t, girl,” Tina cooed.

They slowed and turned the car around, motoring slowly back the way they had come. Tina looked carefully along the side of the road; Susan lay back and rested in the sun, slowly caressing her small, pointed breasts.

After a while, Tina spotted them. Quite a ways off the side of the road, in the tall grass on a slope, they lay in plain view: white panties with a delicate flower print.

“Found ’em,” she said and stopped the car to get out. Suddenly, without the noise of the wind, without the protection of the car around her, Tina felt very much naked and vulnerable. She looked up and down the empty road and out at the empty field beside it before venturing out naked into the grass.

The grass was cool, tho, and the ground gave a little as she went down the slope. She pushed thru the tall grass, feeling its long fingers brushing her skin, spreading her legs, touching her moist mound. Then she mounted the other side of the gentle slope, digging in with her toes, clutching the grass for a handhold.

At last she snapped up her prize and went carefully back the way she had come. As she climbed the slope on the other side, she came face to face with Susan, wide-eyed and naked, having carefully watched the entire adventure.

“Got ’em,” she said, displaying Susan’s panties to her.

“Good,” Susan replied, clutching them to her breasts. “Let’s get going; this is kind of spooky.” The marijuana had made her woozy.

“What is?” Tina asked, “Being here like this with no one else around?” They both took another involuntary look around empty landscape.

“Yeah,” Susan said, “I guess it’s not like anyone is gonna jump out at us.”

“It’s kind of fun really,” Tina teased.

“Oh, come on.”

“What if we couldn’t get the car started again?”

“Tina!” Susan smacked her lightly on the thigh.

Tina grabbed Susan’s hand playfully. “Stop smackin’ me, Susan; you smacked me once awhile ago.”

“When you threw my panties out of the car!” Susan protested, wrestling her hand free. “I’ll smack you again if I have to.”

“Try it and see what you get,” Tina mocked.

Susan swung out again at Tina’s bare thigh but Tina caught her arm and smacked Susan squarely on the ass.

“Ow, bitch...” Susan snapped jokingly.

“That’s what you get, bitch,” Tina retorted, her voice a husky whisper. She pulled Susan close, face to face, and twisted her arm behind her, pinning it against the bare flesh at her side.

“Let me go,” Susan pleaded softly.

“What if I don’t?”

“I’ll smack you again.”

“Not if I’ve got both your arms,” Tina smiled, snatching Susan’s free arm and pinning it between Susan’s breast and her own.

“Let me go,” Susan pleaded with a soft, timid smile.

“Make me,” Tina taunted.

Susan leaned forward and pressed her pale, wet lips against Tina’s full, red lips. Their lips parted slowly, and their wet pink tongues slipped inside one another’s mouth to taste and lick and suck and tease. For a long minute, the two girls pressed their naked flesh together and kissed a long, hot, French kiss.

“Touch me,” Susan begged.

Tina stroked the soft, smooth flesh of Susan’s shoulder, of her breast. She stroked the nipple with one finger, in slow tight circles. Again their lips met, wet and hard, their tongues probing, tangling, playing. Tina’s hand caressed Susan’s small breast again and then slid down her taut belly to play in the delicate curls of her pussy. Susan’s own hands roamed Tina’s smooth back, touching and caressing, until they found her firm, round ass begging to be squeezed.

Susan gasped suddenly, her body stiffened. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. “More.” Tina pressed her long, slender finger deeper into her friend’s pink wetness, reveling in its moist warmth.

In return, Susan ran her finger up and down the crack of Tina’s ass, toying with the auburn pubic curls underneath. “Stroke me,” Tina begged, and they kissed again. “Oh, yesss....”

For a long moment, they stroked each other, pressed against the hot metal of the T-Bird. Slowly, their stroking grew quick and urgent, their moans sweeter and more insistent.

“Yes, yes, yes, Tina,” Susan moaned. “Do me, honey. Fuck me.” The sweat rolled down the small of her back and onto the fender of the car.

“Oh, God, Susan,” Tina whispered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Yes, ah! AHH!”

Then, with one great groan, the two soft, naked young girls clutched each other as they careened out of control, stammering and whimpering, driven over the edge of orgasm.

They held each other, kissing softly, stroking each other’s skin in the warm Texas sun.

Then they heard the Texas state patrol car.

“Oh, shit!” Tina squealed.

“Oh, goddamn, Tina! He’s gonna see us!”

The patrolman had seen them. And he was slowing down.

“Shit, he’s gonna find the rest of the dope!” Tina howled.

“And find us naked! Jesus what are we gonna do?!”

Tina grabbed her friend by the shoulders and stared into her eyes. “Listen, Susan. We gotta do whatever it takes to get out of this, okay? Whatever it takes!”

“Okay.”

“Now, I heard about girls like us being able to get out of trouble with cops, you understand?”

“Oh my God, Tina.”

“Listen, we gotta do whatever it takes.”

The patrol car slowed to a halt, lights flashing, its driver slowly pulling off his sunglasses, not sure to trust his eyes. Two of the loveliest little girls he’d ever seen stood naked and abashed by their T-bird by the side of the road. He picked up his radio. “Central, this is 0-9-5. I’m gonna be off duty for a little while; over,” he drawled.

“Roger 0-9-5; off duty; over.”

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