Car journey

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Warning⚠️: this is a G!P story, if you don't like it then don't read it. Jade's gonna be g!p.

Summery: on a car journey back from a performance, Perrie is on Jade's lap. It's not exactly a smooth ride.

They don't have the time to organize a bus, not when Mr. Richards is offered a slot in one of a very important show where possible scouts will come along from varying performing arts colleges. It was all very last minute.

Everyone had their own seat on the way there, only Perrie's seat was right between Andre and Jesy and she just kept getting elbowed and nudged and that wasn't comfortable at all. So yeah, she complained a little, because she was going to be bruised to hell and she knew it.

It's not like the competition they were going to isn't worth it or anything. They have a blast whenever they participate, and it does look like a lot of people are impressed with their skills when they get the chance to perform. So they all stay positive and no one cares that they still have three hours to drive back to Manchester. No one cares that is, until Perrie gets back to the Leigh-Anne's car and stops.

"I'm not playing punching bag again. It's too cramped, I'm not sitting there. Someone swap," Perrie spoke about their seating arrangements.

Zach is driving, so she's not swapping, and Aaron is playing navigator; so they're both up front. Claud is seated onto the passenger seat with Leigh half on his lap. But Andre, Jesy, Chris and her cannot squeeze back into that middle seat.

"Sit in the back with Jade." Jade had taken the farthest back seat. She'd sat behind the gear in the back mostly on her own and not saying a word the whole way there. It was actually kind of easy to forget that she was there. Jade just shrugs and says 'whatever' so Perrie decides that it's fine to sit with her. If Leigh can sit on Claud's knee, sh can sit on Jade's. Manchester is just three hours away, Jade will probably sleep.

Chris fell asleep around the same time that Claud did. Andre was texting, while Jesy, Leigh and Chris talk about music and power tunes and dancing. Perrie kind of wishes she was in the conversation, but from the back it's too much like shouting and straining to hear. There was some work being done on the highway, so they needed to take back road detours and follow along the signs. It was all fine until they hit a dirt road and the car jostled a bit.

Perrie had been perched on the edge of Jade's knee. She didn't want to be on the curly head girl's lap and crushing her thigh. Perrie felt guilty because every so often she moved to make herself more comfortable. It seemed unfair to ruin Jade's trip because she wanted more comfort. But the jerk of the car almost makes her slip off, and Jade slides an arm around her waist to pull her back a little. Perrie glances back at Jade and the shorter girl just shrugs at her, so she guesses Jade's fine with the position and she's not exactly heavy or anything.

Shifting slightly, Perrie tries to make sure she can watch where they're going. The dirt road seems to be one they'll be on for a while, and it's only a little annoying at the bumps. She doesn't exactly realize when she started straddling Jade's thigh, but it comes to her attention when they hit a boulder or divot or something and she bounces in the curly haired girl's lap. A jolt runs through her. Perrie's heart kicks in her chest as a spike of pleasure pulses between her thighs and she notices she's got her legs around Jade's knee.

With the way the road is, and how the car moves, she could seriously hump Jade's leg without putting in too much effort. They hit another spot and Perrie was actually waiting for it this time. Her hands grip at the seat in front of her, careful not to wake Chris, while she tries to not moan at the sensations. She can feel herself getting wet, can feel the anticipation and want coiling up. She's sort of glad that Jade must be asleep or something, since the next jolt from the road makes her push the clit into Jade's knee and she shudders.

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