Disclaimer: All individuals in the following work of fiction are over the age of 18.
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Riley and Sara were in a real bind now. The semester was over, the campus was practically empty and their plans to head home seemed to all come apart in mere seconds. The two seniors stood in the parking lot looking at Sara's corolla, totally useless now. The mechanic they hired to check out the car had just left them with the disappointing news; it would take a week to repair the car. After deciding it would be too expensive to fly, they agreed to walk down to the bus station to check the fares from Denver to Yuma. The girls gathered their bags and started walking.
Ryan Stevenson was walking through the cool morning air that whisked through the parking lot, dragging his pull along to his car. Approaching his car he noticed two girls walking in the other direction, he smiled and nodded as they walked past each other. For a second he thought he had recognized one of the girls but could not put a name to the face.
"Ryan right?"
Hearing his name, he spun round and faced the two girls. Seeing the somewhat confused look the boy had on his face, Riley knew he didn't remember her.
"It's Riley, I tutored you that one week for you Calc exam."
Thinking back, Ryan finally acknowledged, "Oh yeahh."
"Glad to see I was so memorable," Riley sarcastically quipped.
"I'm sorry, I just got up, not really a morning person," the young man replied, slightly blushing, "So, what's going on, I was just about to leave, heading home for a week."
"Well, this is my roommate Sara, we were supposed to be heading home but ran into some problems, her car is busted. We're going to check the bus schedules."
"Oh, that sucks, where are you headed?" Ryan questioned, genuinely concerned.
"Yuma," Sara chirped.
Ryan's eyes brightened, "Wow, I live like an hour outside of Yuma, you're welcome to hitch a ride if you want."
"Seriously?!? That's so nice, we'd really appreciate it, you have no idea," Riley replied.
"Don't mention it, a long ass bus ride would suck, besides, with you two, we could split the driving, we'll be there in no time."
"Great! Well, we're ready when you are," Sara replied.
"Yeah yeah, we should get a move on, I'm right over there," Ryan said pointing over to a silver Honda civic.
Ryan opened the car and helped the girls store their bags. They all packed into the car, Riley riding shotgun, Sara in the back. Ten minutes later they were cruising down the freeway.
The threesome engaged in some light conversation about classes and their future plans. Being seniors, the girls had a lot of advice which they were all too happy to pass on to Ryan, like which professors were the easiest, best parties on campus etc.
Eventually the conversation dwindled. Riley had nodded off and Sara took the opportunity to turn the chat a little bit more candid.
"So Ryan, any young lady back home waiting for you? Or did you leave her at the University?"
"Umm, no, no one back home, haven't really met that much people at school," the boy replied.
"Aww, that's hard to believe, you seem nice enough, and you're very attractive," Sara teased, but also truly believed, "What about you and Riley, you two ever hook up?"
"What?!? No," a shocked Ryan replied.
Chuckling Sara continued, "Why the big protest? You don't think she's cute?"
Looking over to a sleeping Riley, Ryan couldn't help but admire her beauty. His eyes roamed from her slightly freckled covered face, framed by her auburn flowing hair. Looking lower, he gazed upon her chest; her flannel shirt covering what Ryan could only imagine were the most firm and tender, still blossoming, B-cup mounds.
"Ahem," Sara interrupted, clearing her throat, "I'll take that as a definite yes," she giggled.
Quickly averting his eyes, Ryan looked up to the rear view mirror catching the eyes of a smiling Sara, before fixing his eyes once again on the road ahead. The two continued chatting, Sara trying to elicit as much personal information as she could.
At around mid day, the group pulled over for lunch. They stopped in a restaurant just off the exit. As each one exited the car, they stretched their limbs a bit, the last couple hours cooped up in the car taking its toll.
The three opted for the fresh air, and sat outside where the waitress took their order. As the waitress went inside, Sara turned to Ryan,
"How about her, she's cute; I bet she'd make a good lay."
Ryan started to blush.
"Oh Sara, you're so bad, leave him alone," Riley said in an effort to comfort a now red faced Ryan.
Ignoring her friend's plea Sara continued,
"Ok come on Ryan, let's have it, how many nymphets have you bedded?" she joked.
Feeling uncomfortable, Ryan could only stammer, "Uhh, umm, actually," he paused, " I'm a, I'm a," Ryan managed before going silent.
"Virgin!" Sara blurted out, causing Ryan to lower his head slightly.
Seeing his discomfort, Riley reached over and pinched Sara, "Ok that's enough; besides, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Ryan you have no reason to be ashamed, isn't that right Sara?"
As Riley's grasp on her arm got tighter, Sara was quick to apologize, "Yeah dude, I'm sorry, I was just messing around, it's perfectly normal." She rubbed her arm when Riley released her, perusing the now reddened flesh.
Riley looked over to Sara and smiled, then over to Ryan, "Besides, if you play your cards right, maybe by time you reach Yuma, you'll be a virgin no more."
Ryan blushed profusely, just as the waitress returned with their meals.
The meal they shared was very quiet with the girls exchanging smiles with Ryan.
They paid for their lunch and headed back to the car.
"Ok, I'll take this shift," said Riley, heading over to the driver's side door. She waited while Ryan fumbled through his jeans pocket for the keys. He tossed them to her and went over to the passenger seat, Sara returning to the back seat. They were off again, with the majority of driving still ahead. The group engaged in lighter conversation, discussing the latest movies and their individual musical tastes. When they hadn't heard a word from Sara for a while, Ryan peeked back, seeing her curled up and asleep, her blonde hair covering most of her face, whisking in the wind.
