The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

18

"You two in the back," Michael said as they got to their car.

"Why?" Polly asked. "Are you going to chauffeur us around?" Polly laughed at the idea.

"Just get in," Michael said. He then talked to himself about why people couldn't just do things and how he had to always ask twice.

Mason chuckled, "Fine by me, man. Like Driving Miss Daisy," he said while he sat down in the back.

Michael slammed Mason's door. "You do realize that makes you Miss Daisy, right, you fuck nut?"

Polly giggled as she opened the door opposite from Mason. "It's okay. I'll be Miss Daisy and you can be my sexy pool boy," she said as she booped Mason's nose.

"Oooo, role play," Mason laughed.

"For just once..." Michael rolled his eyes as he started a short tirade about people not joking around all the time as he got behind the wheel.

"He is always so serious," Mason pouted.

Michael turned around like he was addressing toddlers in the back seat. His face was very stern. "Strip down to your underwear. Both of you."

Polly and Mason both stopped their playful banter and laughs. Both smiles dropped as they looked around the car. Luckily the SUV had tinted windows that wouldn't allow much visibility. But the front windshield was tint-free.

Michael turned back around. "You don't have to. But if you don't," he paused as he pulled out of the parking spot. "If you don't, then you will both be in trouble."

"But, Michael..." Polly started.

"You want to be a good girl, right? Well, good girls do as they are told. We have about ten minutes until we are home. The clock is ticking."

Polly and Mason exchanged looks. But it was Mason that removed all but his boxer briefs first.

"See, Pol. Mason is being being obedient. But you continue to deny my wishes. I would hate..."

Polly began to take off her clothing. Once she was down to her bra and panties, she said, "Done, daddy."

"Yes, well that is definitely an improvement in attitude," Michael commented as his eyes quickly darted to the rearview mirror. "Now touch each other over your underwear. No kissing. No skin. Just imagine you were playing a game of truth or dare in high school. Daring you to play with the other's privates while everyone watched."

Polly looked at Mason's cloth covered dick. The spandex and cotton blend allowed her to see every ridge and pulse. "I never played that in high school," she said as she reached over. She licked her lips. "Tell me if I'm doing it wrong."

"Oh, I think you will..." Mason moaned as her small hand lightly covered his cock. "...do...just fine."

Mason then reached out toward Polly. His fingers grazed the top of her slit causing Polly to moan. He circled over the small bump that began to appear under the lace.

"I expect you both to have wet spots on your clothing before we get home. Like an innocent couple of friends that accidentally got paired for this dare. Perhaps you should have picked truth, yes?"

Mason moaned. The couple in the backseat kept up their slow, gentle movements until the other began to try to get more. So they obliged each other.

Mason pushed harder, moving down to her panty covered hole and slightly pushing in only to move back up to her clit.

Polly squeezed and rubbed along the ridge of Mason's cock, almost pinching the head.

The look in Mason's eyes was begging for more. Polly used both hands, one to cup his balls as the other continue to administer to his cock.

"What is she doing, Mason? Is she breaking my rule?"

"N-no," Mason said. "No. She's good."

"And Polly, I can't see what Mason is doing. I know he is behaving, right?"

"Yes, very well b-behaved."

"Very nice," Michael complimented. "Mason, use your other hand to rub her tits."

Mason quickly moved his hand from her thigh were it previously rested to her right breast.

Polly immediately felt herself leak into the thin bra material. "Mason," she sighed.

"You like that, baby girl?" Michael asked. "Second base?"

"So full," she sighed again.

"Mase, squeeze them. Make them ache," Michael commanded.

Mason flexed his hand on her breast as the other hand sawed back and forth over her pussy.

"What would the rest of your friends think of this scene before them? Hm? I know the cars driving by are loving it," Michael teased.

Polly had forgotten their moving audience. She looked past Mason and saw they were at the light near their homes. A neighbor pulled up to the light beside them. As he turned his head their way, Polly ducked a little behind Mason.

"Oh look, it's Frank," Michael waved. "I bet he wonders what Mason is doing without a shirt at the end of December."

Mason gasped a bit as he surely thought of the middle age man seeing his muscled back flexing as his arms and hands manipulated Polly's barely covered flesh.

"We are almost home. If you want to cum, then you better do so soon," Michael instructed.

"Why..." Polly panted out.

"Because I won't let you once we pull into the driveway," Michael said.

"What?!" Mason exclaimed.

"Mmhm," was all Michael replied.

The backseat couple increased their efforts. Polly was riding Mason's hand as he pumped into her's.

"Al-almost there," Polly said not even sure if she spoke of the orgasm or home. "So close."

"Mmhm, yea," Mason replied. "Just add some pressure. Yes, like that. Oh shit..."

Polly watched Mason cum in his briefs. She observed the cotton soak up his seed, changing the light blue material to a darker shade.

Mason pinched one of Polly's nipples as he pushed hard on to her clit. The pain and friction was enough to spark her orgasm. Her hips humped Mason's hand as she rode out her orgasm, finally laying back against the door as her limbs regained control.

"Good timing, kids," Michael said as he pulled up to his house. "And here I thought I would get to spank two disobedient little sluts this evening."

Mason looked over at Polly, "Pol, you are covered..."

Polly looked down at her torso. Her breast has covered her in a light sheen of milk all the way down to the waistband of her panties. And in addition to the milk, her juices coated her panties in a thick cream.

"Wet spots indeed. Better get dressed before we fuck you in the driveway, princess," Michael said. "Quick like a bunny. Your time is running out again."