Kissing pink

CHAPTER 3

Steve's POV

Sam sat there, playing with her fingers. She was lying, obviously. She's just looking for some weird ass loophole out of this shit.

I heard Stacy knock on my window. I swerved immediately, getting up to open it for her and help her in.

Sam kept her eyes on the floor. Stacy dropped her bag on the floor.
"What's in there?" I asked.

"The shit we need." She replied smiling. "My uncle's car is outside let's go."

Sam didn't even move.

"Angel, let's go." Stacy said inching closer to Sam.

"Not my motherfucking name." She said as she got up.

Stacy looked her up and down and did her weird ass seductive smile thing.

"Let's go." Sam mumbled.

***
Sam's POV

It was getting really dark now. My ringtone had been on repeat for about thirty minutes until Stacy made me switch it off.

Stacy was driving. She was the seventeen and about to be legal or whatever. Steve sixteen and I was fourteen. So technically, Stacy's been raping me since I was eleven. Which is part of the reason why I hate her.

She's the daughter of my mom's best friend. So she was always around. She would come to my room and 'play' with me and came back day after day until her Mom died of Cancer.

Her dad was abusive, so she used that as a reason to do whatever with me. She'd always say she loved me or she wanted me and then fuck me up right after. No apologies. Till this day.

I suggested running away with her about a month ago. She told Steve; her boyfriend who pretends to be a troubled rich kid, who is currently funding the whole thing.

Now, I don't even know where the fuck this is going, or how long it's going to last, I just hope we don't fucking die.

***
I woke up to a view of a quiet street. Steve was in the passenger seat in front of mine sleeping. Stacy wasn't in the car.

I got out to look for her, thinking she'd abandoned us. She sat on the ground smoking a cigarette and wearing a hoodie. Only a hoodie.

"Why are you out here?" I asked.

She pointed at the deflated tyre I was standing next to.

"Fuck."

"I called some pick up guys." She said taking another puff. "I'll fuck them or some shit if the price is too high."

I laughed and leaned on the car, staring at the trees that surrounded us.
"We're really are in the middle of nowhere aren't we?"

She nodded and got up frowning.
"Not exactly how I thought it would go." She said coming close to me. "I really wish it was just the both of us." She whispered in my ear.

I looked in her eyes. Her usually straight hair had curled up after just a few hours of not having a curling iron.

"I just wanted to touch you all day long." She said with a hint of actual emotion creeping in her voice. She tried to touch my face and I looked away from her.

Then I felt her behind me. Her lips by my ear and fingers on my sides.
"I want you." She said pressing me hard on the hot car body. "You know you want me too."

Stacy's POV

I pushed her head down on the car hood, slowly taking her jeans off. I played with her underwear pulling it back and forth on her clit and slowly pushing my body on and off her, she shivered and moaned and I could feel the wet moisture escaping her hole.

I was about to put myself between her legs when I heard the rev of an engine. I pushed her back in the car as the pickup truck guys came over.

They pulled over and cane out of the truck. I held my hand out to one of them.

He had that look.

I hope I didn't fuck up.