“Do you want me to go with you?”
“Of course, silly.”
I contemplated the scenario of leaving to go get pizza, and decided it to be an acceptable one.
“Okay, let me get up and get dressed.”
She smiled gingerly. “Oh, you don’t need to get dressed; you’re not getting out of the car.”
I stopped. “You’re kidding, right?” She couldn’t possibly be serious.
“Nope,” she said smugly. “You don’t need clothes if you stay in the car.”
I had to object. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I do.”
Ashley started at me intently. “Are you sure about that, Dean?” I fucking hated that. I couldn’t tell if she was threatening me or not, and it made it hard for me to like her. As I was deliberating, her expression changed to cheeriness, and she added, “Think about it, Sweetie, why would you need clothes? No-one will see you. I tell you what, I’ll get Kim to take the Land Rover; its windows are tinted. How does that sound?” It was less of a question and more of a request for confirmation.
I knew I wasn’t going to win, and the Land Rover sounded much better than Kim’s wide open Subaru. “Okay.”
“Great!” She asked me what I liked on my pizza, and I told her that I was easy to please. She giggled as she went to dry herself. When she started into the house, she tossed me her towel, and I dried myself before following her. I noticed that the clothes I had been wearing earlier had disappeared, and I was unsurprised. We found Kim in the kitchen, dressed again and brushing swimming tangles aggressively from her hair.
“Pizza’s a go,” announced Ashley, as Kim winced at us in pain, finishing her bout of brutality with the brush and setting it on the counter. I asked her if I could use it for a moment, and she made another jab about the length of my hair before giving permission. Ashley smiled at out exchange, passing out bottles of water she’d procured from who knows where, then said to Kim, “Okay, you call it in. I’m going to get dressed,” and walked hurriedly to the stairs, leaping up them in a moment. She was amazing.
Kim watched me and my hair for a few moments uncharacteristically in silence. I returned the brush to her when I was done, and she asked, “Why is your hair so long?”
I explained to her that I’d had short hair all my life until a couple of years ago, due to various reasons, and when I’d finally had the option of letting it grow, I’d gone with it, just to do it. I’d grown quite accustomed to it in recent months, as it had finally become long enough to become manageable, so I was not keen on cutting it.
She went silent again for a few moments before reaching for the phone and asking, “So, no clothes?” She had apparently noticed that I was not dressing for our expedition out to retrieve the pizza.
“Nope,” I responded, my dissatisfaction evident in my tone.
Kim ignored my delivery as she was dialing. “Didn’t think so.” She smiled at me a different kind of smile, and I felt she was beginning to warm up to me.
I asked her where her bathroom was before disappearing down the hall. I reentered the kitchen a few minutes later to find them waiting for me. Kim had redressed in her earlier clothes, and was now sporting a cap, and I thought the look suited her. Kim said, “Okay, let’s go,” and we shuffled through the den back into the garage.
As we piled into the Range Rover, Ashley and Kim in the front and me in the back behind Kim, she declared, “Dean, if you stain my mother’s seat with anything, so help me God, I’ll fucking kill you.”
So much for her warming up to me. “Yaz’m,” I replied, trying to lighten her mood with humor. Ashley chuckled, but Kim was unaffected.
“I’m fucking serious, Dean. Don’t fuck up my mother’s upholstery.”
A more direct approach was apparently required. “Got it,” as I shut the door, and remarked to myself what a shame it was that such a beautiful girl as Kim should have such an abrasive temperament.
The garage door opened, and Kim carefully navigated us onto the street. Ashley and Kim started talking about something that sounded school related, and I had no frame of reference, so I tuned them out, watching the scenery go by as the little boy in my head kept tugging on his mother’s arm.
Momentarily, I had stopped thinking about the enjoyment of my time with them, and was seriously trying to think of a way out of my mess. Before even considering the possible danger of opposing Ashley, I had to consider the fact that I was naked, in a strange car, soon to return to a strange house. Once I was back in the house, if I could manage to get my clothes back, I still had no idea how to get to my car. I decided in mild frustration that I would just have to ride this one out until I could get back to my car. Perhaps then I would be able to find a solution to my dilemma.
Traffic started to thicken, and I became nervous. I knew no-one could see me behind the privacy glass of the Range Rover, but my mind was still filled with worst-case scenarios. What if we’re pulled over, or get into an accident? My head started hurting again.
Soon, I was returned to the present as we reached the Pizza place, and Ashley waited with me in the car while Kim left to retrieve the pie.
Ashley unfastened her seatbelt and turned around in her seat. “How are you doing?” She was looking me up and down mischievously again. Even as stressed as I was, the idea of her checking me out still brought life to my loins, and my manhood shifted slightly.
“Oh, hanging in there.” I looked at her for a few moments, then resumed my scrutiny of life outside of my window.
Ashley sensed my discomfort. “Oh Dean, you’re fine. Everything’s fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.” She seemed so genuine in her compassion. “We’re just gonna go back to Kim’s, hang out, eat pizza, and have some fun. You’re having a good time, right?”
I kept looking out the window. “Well, yeah, but… I’m just stressed.” I turned back to her, my face flooded with concern. “If anyone finds out, I will go to jail. You know that, right?”
She frowned, and I could see that my words had saddened her. She paused for a few seconds before looking me in the eye, “Dean, I promise you that no-one will ever know.” I’d yet to see her this serious.
I decided with a deep breath to clear the air. “What about the pictures? What are you going to do with the pictures?”
“Sweetie, those pictures are for us, only. I will never show them to anyone else, I promise.” She could see that I still wasn’t quite satisfied. “I’m sorry I’ve been teasing you, but I didn’t think it messed you up that bad. I won’t do it anymore.”
I sighed in relief. I still wasn’t totally okay with the situation, but I believed her about the pictures. “Okay,” I offered.
She exhaled, and continued. “Dean. I like you. Kim likes you even though she doesn’t show it. We just want to have some fun with you, okay? I promise you’ll enjoy it. I mean, you’re enjoying it so far, right?”
I saw Kim exit the front of the building and said, “Here’s Kim.” Ashley turned back to the front as Kim walked to the passenger side of the vehicle. I thought she was about to hand the box off to Ashley, and when her hand reached instead for the back door handle opposite me, I panicked. “What the fuck?”