Story Note: Though this story is loosely based off of the murderous events in the "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" films, the five main characters (Ash, Johnny, Jamie, Spike, and Aspen) are entirely my own. This is their adventure and an account of their mishaps through the endless Texas fields. Though this is a smut title, there will be elements of horror and romance as the characters fight to escape. This story is very adult and intended for an 18+ audience. Thank you!

Extended Story Summary: Jamie just graduated high school and has moved into a college house with three gorgeous roommates. What better way to celebrate their new found friendship than to go on a little adventure across the empty Texan back roads? But their excursion quickly turns from an almost romantic getaway to a living nightmare. Escape is not an option for the horrors that await Jamie and her friends as they parish one be one.

Author's Note: This is the intro to the story and is entirely skip-able. Its only purpose is to better define the main boys who appear in the story. Real chapters will be considerably longer and will be separated by time-skips. Thanks so much for the read!

Prologue

There is no relief like finishing high school! I sigh, the early days of summer making my skin warm. It's liberating, to be an adult, to not have any more obligations! Well, no more obligations until the magical day I finally get a call back. Until my next audition, though, I can keep relaxing for a bit.

"ROAD TRIP!"

I jump from the sudden sound and can't help but groan. I love my boys, all of them, but there's some down sides to being the only one with breasts in the group.

Spike's the worst behaved, but what would you expect from someone who practically grew up in Las Vegas? Sure, he dresses alright and wears the nicest sunglasses on the face of the planet, but if I could shave those perfect spikes off of his big head, I probably would. On second thought, he might just send a group of playboy bunnies after me. I could beat them all in a fight, I'm sure, but I wouldn't want to give Spike the satisfaction of watching a jumbled mess of uncontained boobs like that. But seriously, who the hell has designer sunglasses?

Then there's Johnny, the sweetheart of all of them and sometimes I swear that he's the total opposite of Spike. He might pretend to be some New York City badass, but hardly anyone buys that anymore. Personally, I never have. He's the oldest and I the youngest. I don't know if I've always just been the little sister or what, but that boy's just a teddy bear. Not around the others, of course, but man is it fun to call out his bullshit and be the only one to get away with it. What can I say? I learned from the best bullshit artist in the whole damn world and then some. Really, this man could convince NASA that the Soviets made it to Mars in the Stone Age.

"I'm driving!" says Ash, the third and final member of their little trio. His golden eyes gleam with determination I've never seen in anyone, but his red auburn hair is enough of a disaster to rival a lion's mane. He's the 'middle child,' the rambunctious teenager, the crazy Texan… You name it, that's him. And my God, does he have a body that could kill. It's no surprise to me that he wants to take charge of the situation and drive. It will be his own fault when he gets them lost in some shortcut through the back woods because his big, bad truck can hack the damage. I don't think I would be nearly as tolerant of Ash's antics if he didn't remind me so much of me.

God damn it, I can never tell if it's a blessing or a curse to be the only hen in this cock house. On one hand, I can't trust any of these guys not to break into my room and go on a panty raid, but on the other I have some of the hottest roommates anybody could ask for. Somewhere I know I'm only in the house because I've got a rack on my chest, but I really wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

I crane my neck to look over at the gathering trio, who are now having some conversation about how nice it will be to have a summer off, sneak into some concerts, pick up some chicks, go barhopping until even the devil says they've had enough and then some… They'll take the van because, as much as Ash argues that they can put a mattress in the bed of the truck, it's much easier to bang their catches of the night with the backseats of the van lowered. They could take Spike's RV, but that thing seriously needs to be bleached from the tires to the ceiling.

These are the days I know that I really shouldn't be friends with any of these horn dogs, but who else am I supposed to be friends with? The fake girls in the theater department who will bang anybody for a chance to get to Hollywood? No, thank you. There are reasons I prefer the stage and being able to watch the boys work in the scene shop is only one of them. Besides, these guys make me laugh. Despite all the times they've been rejected or thrown away, they're always just as confident that they'll pick up some girl every night. I guess sometimes the egos just go with the guys.

I slid off my seat and start heading to my room. I know I'm somehow going to be convinced to go on this trip. I'm pretty sure they would only want me to go to watch my tits bounce on dirt roads, but I always have a good time refusing their offers of sex and just hanging out with them. Hell, they probably won't take the chance of me throwing some kind of hot slumber party without them, anyway. As if, but they can imagine all they want.