~Chapter Four: Testing The Suspension~
The day began early for Claire β well, ten in the morning wasn't exactly early, but Michael and all of the others were still asleep when she got out of bed and with a happy smile reached into her bag for the clothes she already knew she wanted to wear that day. Moments later, the gorgeous girlfriend was dressed, and after having combed her long, dark red hair, was finishing tying her knee-high boots up. She had chosen semi-sheer black underwear to go under her jet black cheerleader-style skirt and a patterned black lace top that showed her dark bra underneath, not to mention the soft white flesh of most of her body and impressive tits. Once more she had chosen to wear knee-high socks, black and purple ones this time, and so it wasn't long before she was ready for the day ahead and was removing her clothes for tomorrow before sorting out her bag, making sure the cum-stained pile of clothes was well hidden at the bottom. When she was done, she packed all of the things she wouldn't be needing, grabbed Matt's keys from the pile he had left by his 'door', and left the tent and all of the sleeping men behind as she made her way out into the bright, warm morning.
Taking a deep breath, which pushed her firm, 38D tits tight against her black lace top, Claire began to stroll calmly and happily towards where the van was parked, making sure she took her time and looking over the stalls as she wandered along with a contented smile.
After a little time, Matt's modified van came into view in the parking lot and Claire walked over to it carrying her bag. Opening the side, she slid the door open before she climbed in and pushed her bag under one of the seats Matt had built on the side of the van wall. Making sure it was safe, she climbed out again and pulled the door closed once more, locking it before she moved to one of the front doors. She remembered Matt saying that he had moved his CD collection to the drawers under the seats in the front and was hoping that he had some different ones; the guys had played the ones he had brought back to the tent to death.
Unlocking the front door, Claire was about to open it when she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. Looking over, a warm smile painted her lusciously soft lips as she saw Matt, tall and dark, walking towards her with a broad smile.
"Plotting to steal my van ah missy?" Her and Michael's black friend asked as he made his way over.
Claire laughed lightly as she turned to face him, her fingers drumming playfully on the van's door.
"I just came to drop my bag off, save me packing most of it tomorrow. I thought I might see if you have any other CD's while I was here, you and the others seem to only like listening to the same three." She answered lightly as he came to stand by her, resting his hand on the wing mirror nonchalantly.
"Did you find any?" He asked, squinting as the sun shone in his eyes.
"Haven't looked yet, I saw you coming over before I had a chance." She replied as she dangled the keys in front of him and smirked amusedly.
"Well, you should get some quickly, the others were getting up when I left." Matt replied as he smiled down at her in a peculiar way, and Claire eyed him curiously. He seemed to be up to something.
"Alright." She said slowly, watching him with amused caution, before she slowly turned to open the door to the drivers' side.
Pulling the drawer from under the seat revealed nothing but various wires and tools and so Claire figured he must have kept the CD's under the other seat, and so she climbed onto the seat and leaned over to pull open the other drawer, and sure enough, there were the discs.
"Damn." Matt said in appreciation from behind her and Claire momentarily wondered why until she remembered that she was wearing her cheerleader-style skirt and was bending over basically right in front of her and Michael's friend's eye line.
Rolling her eyes and smiling a pleased smile to herself, Claire took her time as she looked through Matt's CD's, taking a couple out and then putting them back, all the while though she was very conscious of his eyes looking up her skirt and fixed on her tight ass.
After a couple of minutes however, she pulled out a couple of discs that were lodged almost at the back before she pushed the drawer closed and climbed down from the seat, pushing the door closed behind her and leaning against, smiling with a look of mock-disapproval on her face.
"See something you like?" She asked him in mock-indignation, her eyes smouldering lightly.
"Very much so." Michael's black friend replied as he moved slightly closer to her. "It's been two days since I was in that fine ass of yours, and yesterday you almost had me begging for it with your teasing."
Claire smiled brightly to herself before she rolled her eyes at him.
"You men, don't you ever get enough?" She asked amusedly, "Anyone would think you had a right to get your dick in your friend's girlfriend the way you act."