My Girlfriend's Mom

12

I yawned and rubbed my eyes, tapping the pillow beside me. It made a slapping sound and I turned to look at Cole. I couldn't recall anything and felt like I was about to yell until he covered my mouth and his own. Oh wait, that was my hand over his mouth.

"Where the fuck are we?" I whispered as I looked up at nothing in particular. I felt like we were in a tent, but I didn't know exactly what that was and I didn't hear any crickets or bugs. It was so quiet.

"I don't know." He said after taking my hand off of his mouth. I removed his hand and we looked at each other awkwardly. Then agreed to peer under the covers at once. "3...2..." We snatched them back and I pulled it back over me quick.

Oh no, no, no.

"Do you remember-"

"I wish I could. I'm gonna die." He whispered and wiped the sweat from his face.

"First we gotta find out where we ran off to." I grimaced as I sat up. The pain between my thighs way more noticeable now that I wasn't laying down.

"You alright?" He asked me. I shook my head and glared at him.

"Did you at least use a condom?" I asked stupidly. He looked at me like I had tore his heart out his chest and made him look at it.

"What? I- No. I don't know!" He said to me. Then his face softened as he realized what I said and looked away from me shaking his head. "We can't- you can't get..." He stumbled.

"Where are we?" I said to him about to punch him in his bird chest if he wouldn't stop complaining.

"Uh, I-" he stood up suddenly and I looked away. I'm pretty sure I didn't wanna get a mental image of anything right about now. He moved around me crouching and picking up his clothes before pulling on his boxers and a shirt. He unzipped the bag and left out into the open.

Just then, my phone ringed. I looked around and felt beneath me. It was my dad and it was fucking Tuesday. I was so fucked.

"Oh my fucking-"

"Oh shit!" Cole cussed from outside the tent as I hung up the phone. I looked around for my clothes and pulled on my boxers and my sports bra. Then my shirt. Where the fuck where my pants and shoes?

I didn't worry about it as I got up and went to see what the problem was. Me and Cole bumped heads the moment I stepped out and I pushed him out of the way. He was so clumsy.

"We gotta situation. M-My trucks in that river and so is my phone." He said to me as he pointed out to the water. I could see big bubbles floating to the top like the truck itself was losing air.

"I got my phone." I said to him. We looked back at the tent and I could see the same thing was on his mind. We must have gotten out of the truck before it went all the way in the water, he grabbed the most useful things out the back of his truck while fucked up, we swam to land, we stripped naked of our wet clothes and... And...

"I don't even care that it happened, I just wanna get to my daughter. I wanna get home." I said to him. I was so anxious and ready to go. This could not actually be happening. He nodded at me and looked down at my no pants having ass.

"I got some pants. I didn't see yours, but you can..." He said to me as we walked back to the tent. I went in first and happily sat my ass down. Covering up with the thick blanket that seemed to be the only thing dry besides the tent and my underwear.

"I'm on 10% we gotta make this call last. You can't call Babe yet and I can't call my dad. We have to call the cops." I said to him as he sat down beside me. He nodded.