He could see himself driving down the road, the car full of chicks, on their way to the beach or to a party. The girls would be at his disposal. He would even drive with his hand up their skirts or in their jerseys. From time to time he would stop and they would all climb into the back seat for a fast orgy.

In the middle of his daydream, Bob remembered the sounds he heard coming from the room next to his the night before. Then he remembered his promise to himself. He wasn't going to wait for the car to be on the road, and besides, he knew his plans for the car were a little overblown. The car couldn't get him laid; he would have to do it himself.

Bob heard footsteps and turned around. He saw Betty, a cute girl from his class at school, coming up the drive. Her long brown hair was scattered over her shoulders and her big tits were pointing out at him as she walked up the driveway. Bob's prick began to stir in his jeans as he watched those tits bounce slightly as she walked.

"Hi, Bob," she sang in her sexy voice. "How's the car coming?"

He told her it was coming along all right and wondered why she was dropping in on him like this. He usually only saw her when she was with her girl friends at the soda shop or in the playground.

"I was just passing by and saw you back here, so I decided to see what's happening," she explained as if she could sense his surprise at her visit. "Gee, are you going to put all that back together yourself?" she asked.

"Sure, it's not hard, really," Bob said in his most assured voice.

Whenever the conversation was about his car, Bob could expound on his plans and ideas with confidence. He told Betty that as soon as the car was on the road he would make sure she got the first ride. As he spoke he pictured the two of them in the front seat together. She would be sitting close to him and he would have his hand on her thigh. The mental image gave him the courage to try something he usually wouldn't have.