Pam went up the stairs to Ethan's room. She had a cunning plan for him, and just thinking about it made her grin. She knocked on his door and went in.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," Ethan said. He was just putting on a t-shirt. The front of his jeans were open. Pam stared at his hard, muscular body, and she had to lick her lips.
"Can I ask you a favor?" she said as she walked toward him. He pulled the t-shirt on and brushed his hand through his hair.
"Sure," he said. Pam stood right in front of him.
"Would give my friend a ride home?"
"Aw, Jesus, Pam. Why do you always come to me with these stupid things? Why do I always have to drive your friends home?"
Pam lifted his t-shirt and stuck her hand down into the front of his jeans, feeling around for his penis. When she found it, it was growing hard. "Please," she said. "If you do, I'll give you a blowjob."
Ethan chuckled. "You'd blow me even if I didn't drive her home."
"That's probably true, but will you do it anyway?"
"Okay," he said finally, letting her stroke his erection. "What's her name?"
"Carrie."
Ethan went down the stairs with Pam and she introduced him to Carrie. Carrie smiled.
"Hi," she said, holding out her hand.
Ethan was dumfounded. He held out his hand and shook her's weakly. Carrie was flawless. She stood just inside the doorway, practically oozing sex and confidence. The dim light of dusk from outside softly illuminated her face. Her large, blue eyes shined at him with a lyrical beauty when she spoke. Her full lips were moist and sensuously reflective, and when she smiled, she revealed perfect teeth.
"Hi," Ethan finally managed to mutter. Pam, standing behind Ethan, almost broke into laughter.
The glow of the setting sun radiated through her cotton dress and hinted at her slender, warm thighs, which tapered up to her hips. Her light, summery dress caressed her delicate waist. Her breasts seemed to be molded by her bra, the top of which was barely visible beneath the low neckline. Ethan discreetly fantasized about how erect and sensitive her nipples might became if he aroused them, and how they would taste faintly of perfume and sexual sweat.
"Goodbye, Pam," Carrie said, as she turned and started out the door. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."
Her voice had an unmistakable musical quality, a breathy, woodwind type of sound, that made her intonation warm and erotic. When she laughed, her breasts moved rhythmically and lovingly in a natural, swaying motion that excited him deeply, in an animalistic way. Pam was very aware of the tremendously stimulating effect she had a on him, and when he vainly tried to ignore it, she laughed at his discomfort.
"Go on," Pam said, and practically pushed Ethan out the door to follow her. He opened the passenger's door of his car for her and ran around to jump in on the driver's side. He put the key in the ignition and turned to look at her. She smiled at him again and he smiled back.
She moved her magnificent buttocks ever so slightly from side to side to make herself comfortable in the snug, low seats in his Mustang. The effort made her dress creep up almost to the top of her thighs, but she made no attempt to cover her beautiful legs. Without appearing to be deliberate, Ethan quickly glanced at her thighs as she parted her momentarily, letting him see all the way up to her panties and the cleft of her pussy.
"Thanks for giving me a ride home," she said in her incredibly sexy voice. She smiled knowingly with half-closed eyes that flashed and sparkled in the dim light of the summer night.
"No problem," Ethan said, and started the car. The engine kicked over on the first turn and roared like a wild beast. Carrie jumped. She seemed to be excited by the power of the car, imperceptibly moving closer and turning her face to him so he would have no trouble understanding her tacit desires. The faint smell of her arousal reached his nose. The aroma was catalytic. His penis rapidly stiffening to an erection and struggled in his pants for some comfort.
"Where do you live?" Ethan choked, trying to contain his passion.
"On Marietta, just off Hampton," Carrie said.
Ethan thought about it for a moment, recovering somewhat from his discomfort. "Okay. I think I know where that is." He put the shifter in first gear and the car lurched forward with a squeal from the rear tires.
