With Kyle at the wheel, and Matthew pressed up against the passenger door. You're jammed in the middle, eager for this part of the journey to be over. The three of you, sharing the same thought. If your girlfriends get scared in the spooky mansion, you'll be on hand to calm and console them.
Personally, you suspect Sheila knows this too. You always liked her brains, sharing similar taste in books, films and TV. You think about Kyle's date a vacuous cheerleader. His description of her, not yours. But... He is right, she's blessed with the brains of a raisin, but the body of bikini model. Brandi doesn't need alcohol to lower her inhibitions.
Matthew and Mandy share something. You can't quite define, but they do share it. Having found them relaxing too often, enjoying themselves in half-shaded locations. It's downright awkward to catch him with his hands deep beneath her clothes, and her face crimson with stifled giggles and arousal.
You arrive at Sheila's house, where the girls have already assembled. Thankfully, she has access to a bigger, better car than Kyle's pick-up. Not hard considering it feels like only the rust is holding it together.
The six of you squeeze into the larger car. You taking the passenger seat, Kyle nervous in the backseat is working invisible pedals at each intersection. Not liking being a passenger at all. The look of discomfort on his face, is him swallowing the question, "Can I drive?"
The obvious answer is, "No! This isn't your shit-box car."
The back of Sheila's fingers brush against your thigh, when she changes gear. But Brandi keeps him occupied, her hands roaming into his lap. The drive to the abandoned mansion is fairly quick. The final part of the journey up the pot-holed drive making you worry for the car's suspension.
As the engine is turned off, darkness descends, and you realise how isolated it is. The trunk is packed with torches, blankets and portable heaters.
"Let's go exploring." Sheila suggests, heading towards the front door. Emerging from the car, Matthew and Mandy are soon arm in arm. Kyle has Brandi already snuggling into his side.
You smile indulgently at Sheila offering her your hand. Torch in the other lighting your way.
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