A Super Freaky Coed

A Horny Audience

We head back to Small Town Friendly. I’m driving Courts Ferrari. I instinctively know not to go through downtown Chesnee, especially while D.W.B. (Driving While Black).

We take the shortcut, which most of Small Town Friendly are aware of. We both have a pleasant buzz from the pitcher of draft beer.

Courtney is incapable of keeping her hands to herself. She is rubbing my thighs and kissing my ear. I try to stay focused, driving a Ferrari can be challenging.

As we approach the little white church before the fishing pond and camp site. Courtney abruptly takes her tongue out my ear and exclaims,

“Oh my gosh, honey, pull over. I’ve got to pee.”

“Baby, can you hold it?”

“No, I’m about to bust. Pull behind the church.”

I do as commanded and follow the gravel path around the back of the church. Court jumps out before the car comes to a complete stop. She goes behind the car and out of sight.

I leave the lights on, but turn off the engine so as not to choke her from the car’s exhaust. I take a moment to survey the landscape.

It’s so peaceful. I see three horses grazing in the pasture. The moon brightens up the dark space.