She's almost there. Trying to hold on. Trying to stay quiet. The car keeps rolling.

I keep still, pretending to nap.

But Tom’s hands never stop.

His fingers keep stroking. Tugging at the edge of my panties. Trying again and again to slip in just a little more.

He’s patient. Persistent.

He thinks I’ll give in.

I press my thighs together, hard. It’s the only thing I can do.

Trying to keep his fingers away.

His other hand hasn’t left my chest. It moves in slow, lazy strokes. Cupping, teasing, pinching.

I bite my lip, eyes half lidded, breathing soft through my nose.

I cuddle closer to him. Anything to keep still, to not give away how much I’m shaking inside. But in doing so, I shift. My hip rolls forward. My skirt hikes up a little more.

And now my bare thigh is pressing fully against Max, or Mark.

Whatever.

I don’t care…

I just want this to be over. Or to get worse…

I don’t… know…

I feel Tom’s erection against my elbow. Pushing against me like a silent demand. Like he wants me to know just how badly he wants me. And how little I can do to resist it.

He shifts slightly, grinding against me just a little, like I won’t notice. Like it’s not obvious what he’s doing.

I squirm, trying to twist his hand away from my panties without making a scene.

This isn’t helping…

It’s making it worse…

His fingers slip beneath and glide through my pubic hair.

I freeze.

No… Tom…

He presses gently. One finger, stroking the upper part. Slow circles, brushing over the edge of my folds.

My legs press tighter together instinctively.

It just increases the pressure.

A sharp gasp slips from me before I can stop it.

My whole body clenches.

He can feel it…

He can feel I’m soaked…

Oh god. This is so humiliating.

This is not me. It’s just…

I’m… I’m…

Not… not like this…

The pressure of Max’s leg against mine is unbearable now. My skirt is up almost to my hips. I don’t know what they can see.

Maybe everything. Maybe nothing. But they keep stealing glances.

I glance sideways.

He was watching.

My face couldn’t burn more.

I want to fix my skirt. Fix anything. But if I move, I’ll draw more attention. So I stay frozen.

My breath comes in tiny, shallow gasps. I try to quiet them, but my body has other plans.

Tom’s hand keeps stroking. Just a little more firmly. Enough to make my back arch.

I grip his wrist with trembling fingers.

“Hhhaa, hh… Tom…” I whisper.

“A, ah… please… Tom…”

He leans in, lips brushing my cheek, and says it like a secret.

“You’re so hot when you squirm, babe.”

His other hand pinches my nipple through the fabric. A slow, rolling squeeze that makes something deep inside me twist.

My legs shake.

I don’t know if I’m trying to close them or open them. Everything feels so confused.

“N-n-no… hhhh, no… can’t… cannn…” I whimper softly.

His fingers keep circling. Stroking.

I know I should push him off.

But I don’t.

I just sit there.

Silent.

Wet.

And feel everything in my body spiraling tighter.

I shift, trying to press my thighs together even more. But I’m already clenched so hard I’m shaking.

His strokes keep going.

And now I can smell it.

Sweet. Sharp. Musky.

No, no, no.

Can they smell it too?

I glance sideways again.

Another glance. He looks away, but not before our eyes meet for the tiniest second.

He knows.

Shit. He knows…

My heart is pounding in my ears.

I’m going to fall apart. Right here. In the middle seat.

Right here… in front… of them all…

I press my face into Tom’s shoulder, like I can disappear into him. Like if I’m small enough, I’ll be invisible.

Please, please, just let us arrive.

Pleeeaseeeee.

The car keeps rolling.

Tom’s fingers keep stroking.

Circling.

Every nerve in my lower body is tight. Buzzing.

He rubs my clit slowly. And again. My hips twitch.

A moan rises.

My lips part and a sound slips out.

Soft.

High.

Humiliating.

I snap my mouth shut, horrified.

Did they hear that?

But Tom’s hand just keeps rubbing, and rubbing.

Another gasp slips from me.

My thighs tremble.

I… I… I… I can’t…

But I’m going to.

I’m going to…

I’m actually going to come…

To come…

Right here. In the car!

With everyone…

Watching me!

Huuu…

No. No!

No, no… I can’t!

I… I can’t!

I can’t let this happen!

No. Not here!

Not like this!

I squeeze his wrist, slowly, weakly. Just something to say stop. Even if I’m not sure I really mean it.

“You… you have to hhh… stop… stop… ah… Tom…” I whisper.

He leans in and kisses my hair like it’s nothing. Like I’m just his sweet girlfriend. Like this is normal.

My whole body starts to tremble. I’m clenching everything. My teeth keep biting into my lip.

So… so close…

“Ssstop… ssshhhhaaa… I’ll… I’ll… cum… T-t-tom…” I try to tell him.

I tense harder, trying to stop it.

Trying to breathe slowly.

One more… just one more rub and…

I’ll lose it. I’ll lose it. I can feel it rising!

“No-o, ohhh, oh, no… stooohhh… oh… o-op, ah, ohh… hhh…” I plead.

I can’t…

Not with…

“Hhhh…”

Whit them…

“Ahh…”

Watching…

I focus on the window.

The trees. The light.

Anything but the heat building in me.

Then the road changes.

Gravel.

Crunching under the tires.

We’re here…

Here…

Finally…

Tom gives my breast one last squeeze. His hand slips away from between my thighs.

My hips try to follow it, wanting more.

Then, casually, he wipes his fingers on my skirt.

“Hhaaa…” I exhale all shaky.

The car slows and rolls to a stop.