"You went to the prom in a dress that only had three buttons and you didn't wear anything under it either?" Paula asked as she regained control of the car and her composure.

"Don't tell me you don't like it or what you see under it," Brandi said as she slipped the dress off completely.

"I'm not complaining," Paula chuckled. "I guess you made Alan's night. How was he?"

"You'll have to try him some time to find out. How was Ron?"

"You were spying on me again?" she said in mock surprise.

"Of course. It's fun watching you fuck guys."

"I bet you would find it more enjoyable to fuck me yourself though. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I would," Brandi said eagerly, "but what about Chad?"

"I guess we can wait to share him. I don't think I can wait for you any longer. The last two weeks dreaming about what your pussy and clit would taste like has been murder on me. I've masturbated every night thinking about you."

Paula pulled onto the shoulder of the road and stopped the car. She slipped out of her dress, revealing her sheer, bikini underwear clad body. She took off her underwear and walked to the front of the car. She stood in the headlight beams that she had left on, rubbing her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other. Brandi followed her.

Paula and Brandi embraced and began French-kissing. Their tongues probed deeply into their mouths, sliding in and out like two warm, soft, and firm dicks. Their tits were pressed tightly together like four fleshy water balloons that wouldn't burst.

Paula broke the embrace and had Brandi lean her ass against the hood of the car. She slid her tongue down to Brandi's erect breasts. Slowly she licked around the sensitive nipples, making them pucker. Then she placed her lips over one nipple and sucked gently. Brandi wretched slightly and moaned softly in appreciation. Paula moved to the other nipple and provided the same service. Brandi again made her pleasure known quietly.