This was shaping up to be the start of a great weekend for August. The redhead hummed a pop song to herself as she got ready to head to her friend Kaylee's place for a Friday pool party. August planned on spending the rest of the weekend with her boyfriend Brian. After a tough week of studying and cross country practice, August was ready to unwind a bit.
"Yep, looks great!" August smiled as she admired the new bikini that she was wearing: a tight, two-piece tie-dye swimsuit that emphasized her flawless legs and large ass. She took off her scrunchie, letting her long ginger hair fall from a ponytail, resting a bit past her shoulders.
"Can't forget this." August said to herself, packing a bottle of high-SPF sunscreen into her handbag. She had some bad run-ins with sunburn in the past; her pale skin tended to burn quickly. August's neon phone gave a little chime, with a text from Grace White.
"Wow, that was quick." August thought. She had been to Grace's house before with Kaylee and their other friends, and that was about a ten or twelve minute drive away. Grace made it over in just four minutes!
August quickly threw on a t-shirt and short shorts over her swimsuit, slipped on some flip-flops and left through the front door.
"Hey girrrl!" Grace looked a bit surprised as August locked the front door behind her. Regardless, she then waved from the driver's seat with a pearly smile as August made her way down the driveway. August was about to wave back when she felt her blood run inexplicably cold. Why did Grace look a little shocked at her coming outside? Why was Grace showing a massive canyon of cleavage instead of a more modest summer outfit? Why did Grace's eyes seem to linger on August's legs and chest as she walked, failing to meet her face? Why did Grace get here so quickly? ...Was something moving in the back seats of Grace's car?
Each of these observations were innocuous enough on their own. However, their combination triggered some kind of primal fear and self-preservation instinct in August. As her feet froze, August's mind screamed to her:
"Don't get in the car!"
...She couldn't help but freeze, looking visibly disturbed. Grace looked confused as well, looking around and checking the floor of her back seat (...?!?).
"Something's wrong..."
"Uh, hey, August?" Grace broke the silence. "We really shouldn't keep Kaylee waiting."
August let go of the breath she was holding in without realizing it. Taking a few more deep breaths, her mind cleared. Of course everything was fine; she'd known Grace since the start of high school all the way up until now. All these coincidences must be just that: coincidences! Smiling and shaking her head, August waved back before hopping in the passenger seat.
"Sorry about that Grace." August apologized, tossing her satchel on one of the back seats. "I think I might have had one of those panic attacks..." She mustered up a faint laugh, closing her eyes and shaking her head once more. As she opened her eyes and looked at Grace, however, she was stunned.
Grace had one hand jostling between her leggings, while her other hand was smushing and squeezing a breast through the tight tank top. She licked her lips as she eyed up August with such uncharacteristic behavior.
Floored, August didn't even have time to squeal before she felt an ice cold sensation dive into her back. She felt her body lurch forward, slamming onto the dashboard. August's mind faded to black, as did the summer heat and the false Grace's giggles...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
