“I’m cold, let’s go!” I heard Kay say as Patrick finished kissing Alyssa and sat back up straight. They all hopped down off the tailgate. Patrick closed the tailgate as Kay and Alyssa each walked to one side and each opened a back door. Alyssa smiled at me genuinely as she saw me turned around in my seat. They both climbed into the back seat, and Kay leaned out to look for Patrick. He was coming up her side. “He should sit in the middle,” Alyssa said as Patrick approached. Kay pushed herself back into the seat and pulled her legs in so he could climb over her.
Patrick was pretty tall, but he managed to climb over Kay in my roomy back seat, putting his hand on her thigh as he shuffled past her. He sat down and looked up to realize that I was turned in my seat. He laughed out loud before asking, “You just gonna sit and watch me fool around with your girl?” I kind of shook my head and rolled my eyes slightly as I turned back around to face forward. As I did, Alyssa said, “I believe that’s the plan,” and sort of giggled. Patrick laughed again and then paused. “Wait, are you serious?” he asked, looking first at Alyssa, and then at Kay. Kay was sitting directly behind me. She reached over my seat and laid her hand on my shoulder. “Take us back to your place, babe,” she said to me, rubbing my shoulder as she slid her hand across it and back down to her side.
I put the truck in reverse to get out of the parking spot, and turned around to look behind me as I backed out. When I turned around, Patrick was staring at me. I couldn’t help but look him directly in the eyes. He held eye contact with me and mocked Kay, in a feminine voice, “Take us back to your place, sweetie.” He laughed at himself, and Kay and Alyssa started laughing as well. As embarrassed as I felt, I have to admit, I cracked a grin too. He wasn’t drunk, but definitely buzzing hard, and as he spoke to me I could smell what I’d tasted on Kay’s kiss earlier. Still without breaking eye contact with me, he continued in the same voice, “I wonder what Patrick will do to us there, muffin!” He pretended to flip his hair back over his shoulder with his hand as he said it, like a girl would do.
“Stop it!” Kay said through heavy laughter as she playfully slapped him on the arm. She reached up and grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks a little and turned his head toward her, breaking his eye contact with me. I was no longer grinning. I was feeling as humiliated as ever. I instinctively looked around to see who heard that, quickly realizing we were still in the truck. Nonetheless, I felt so embarrassed. He could have left it at mocking her. It was a funny little joke, but instead he proceeded to make fun of me to my face.
Patrick grabbed Kay’s arm and pulled it off his face. He snapped at her playfully, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kay looked up at me and said, “Just go.” She barely got the words out before Patrick reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and gently but firmly yanked her head from side to side. Kay gasped lightly as he did. “I’ll do the head turning, thank you,” he said to her. As I let off the brake and began to back up, out of the corner of my eyes, I watched the most lustful look come over her face as she leaned in and kissed him passionately.
Alyssa watched me, analyzing my reaction to it all. She looked at me as if she was waiting for me to stick up for myself. But I didn’t. I fucking hated him, but all I could think about was him railing her like a rag doll. I watch her run her hand down his muscular arm while she kissed him. He was still holding onto her hair. As I backed all the way out and stopped, I turned around to put the truck into drive. I started to ease forward, but I couldn’t help but glance in the rear view mirror. Alyssa adjusted her position to face Patrick and I saw her lean slightly. I tried to just look ahead and drive.
When I stopped at the end of Kane’s driveway, before pulling out onto the road, I turned to look behind me. Patrick and Kay were making out, which I already knew from the sound coming from directly behind me. Patrick’s hand was on Kay’s inner thigh, and I saw Kay open her legs slightly for him. Alyssa’s hand was on Patrick’s lap, rubbing back and forth on the giant bulge in his pants. I couldn’t help but sit and stare for a few seconds. As I did, another image flashed in my head of Kay in his lap riding him.
My gaze was broken by headlights behind me. Someone else was trying to leave as well. As the lights turned to shine directly in my back window, it broke the tension in the back seat. Patrick withdrew his tongue from my love’s mouth, and his hand from between her legs and she looked almost drunk with lust as her eyes opened slowly. Patrick turned around to look back at the lights. Just as I thought to myself, “I’d better get out of the way,” the car started to slowly pull around me on my left.
“Oh shit, that’s Connor. Roll down the window!” Patrick said. I looked back at him over my right shoulder. “No!” I objected, “I know him.” Patrick looked at me like he was confused. “So?” He replied. “I don’t want him to see you with Kay,” I argued. Kay sank in her seat a little and turned her face away from the window. The back windows had enough tint that they weren’t going to see who was back there as long as the windows stayed up. Patrick smirked smugly. “She’s mine tonight bro. I already made out with her in front of everyone.” He started to reach over Kay to hit the window switch. “Please!” I said, just as he pressed it. He let off immediately, leaving just a small crack. Alyssa, keeping her hand on his dick, reached over with the other and grabbed his arm, pulling it away from the window switch.
“Please what?” Patrick said, looking back at me directly. “Please don’t roll down the window,” I replied. His eyes changed. A look came over his face as if he’d gotten an evil kick out of hearing me beg. Kay sat back up as the car went completely around us and pulled out into the road. Intently watching the exchange between Patrick and I, she spoke up. “It’s fine babe, they’re gone.” She smiled at me, and then at Patrick, trying to make light of the situation. She brushed her hair back behind her ear with her fingers, and when her hand came back down it landed right next to Alyssa’s. “Come on, babe. Take us home,” she said to me in a loving voice.