July 8th, 2011. 38,488 miles. Santana flashback.
Today was the day. The day I finally had two grand saved up. It's taken me almost a whole year scraping disgusting dishes in that awful pizza shop, and I haven't been able to spend a dime on anything else, but I know soon it'll be so worth it.
I'm gonna finally buy Eric's Subaru off him. I've always loved that car. It was my parents' car first, but they never liked it much and gave it to him when he turned 16 and got an SUV for themselves. Ever since I was a little kid I knew I wanted that car one day.
When I turned 16 earlier this year, mom and dad offered to help me buy a cheap used car if I had a job. But I already had my sights set on Sasha.
She's beautiful, jet black with custom platinum rims Eric put on himself. She has a six disc changer, too. Even Brittany says the car is a babe magnet. I like that the car turns her on, because as soon as I get the keys I'm taking her for a spin. Maybe I can even convince her to go parking so we can hit the back seat and make out until the sun comes up.
Eric loves Sasha too, but she's getting old, he thinks, even though she hardly has any miles. Puck says she's in prime condition, at just under forty g's, she's just a baby. Soon to be my baby.
With all the cash in my hand I knock on Eric's bedroom door.
"What?" he calls from the other side, and I enter. He's home from college for the summer, so his girlfriend Kelsey is here, like she is every day.
"What's up, geek?" he asks, pausing the movie he and Kelsey were watching.
"Two grand, just like you wanted. Keys," I demand, throwing the cash down on his bed.
"Well, well, well. Impressive. You sure about this?" he asks me, running his fingers over the loot.
"Positive," I answer, holding my hand out.
"Why do you want Sasha so bad?" he asks.
"I just do. I'm tired of having to bum rides, I want to have a car so I can take my girlfriend on real dates, I want to be able to go wherever I want whenever," I explain.
"Alright, deal's a deal. I've outgrown her anyway. Here, keep 20. Her tank is empty," he says to me. He shoves the rest of the cash in his wallet and hands me the keys.
"Come on, Kels. I'm gonna go buy that 350Z I've had an eye on," he says. Before she even flinches I shove the twenty dollar bill in my pocket and rush out to the driveway.
I've already crammed everything I would need for this moment into my purse. My super hot driving sunglasses, a strawberry scented air freshener and a handful of CD's.
Sitting in the driver seat, I load up the CD player, hang up the air freshener and slap on my glasses. I glance at myself in the rear view. Lookin' fine. Time to head over to Brittany's.
I stop for gas first, using what's left out of my wallet to buy some candy for Brits. I roll all the windows down and let my hair fly in the wind as the music blast out to the streets of Lima. As I turn onto Sycamore St, Brittany's street, I grin seeing that she's sitting on the front porch enjoying the summer sun and some lemonade with her mom. I know she's eyeing me up as I pull in the driveway behind her mom's van and put the car in park. When I step out she's already running toward me.
"Sanny! Is it yours now?" she exclaims, running her hands over the smooth black metal.
"It's mine, Brit. Come on, let's go for a ride," I wink at her. She bends her knees, obviously turned on by my driving glasses, and pushes me, effectively pinning me against the driver's side door. She attacks my lips without hesitation, clawing at the straps of my tank top and plunging her tongue into my mouth. Just as I bury my own fingers in her hair and she gloriously begins sucking on my tongue, we hear a loud throat clear from the porch.
"Girls that's enough," Brittany's mom calls and Brittany's delicious mouth separates from my own with a regretful pop. Brit takes my hand and leads me up to the porch, pouring me some lemonade.
"Mom, can I go for a ride with Santana?" she pleads as a I sip my drink.
"Santana, how many times have you driven that car?" her mom wonders.
"Um…a bunch. I took my driver's test on it," I admit. She furrows her eyebrows like she's thinking super hard. I cross my fingers behind my back, praying she says yes. I really want to get it on with Brittany in that car tonight.
"Okay, but I have rules. My baby is not getting in a car with anybody who isn't a hundred percent focused on the road. So no loud music, no eating while you're driving, no speeding, no cell phones. Seatbelts at all times. And until I know I can trust your driving, have her home before dark," she orders.
"Mom! Come on, she's fine! Please let us stay out later. It's summer time," Brittany begs.
"Before dark, young lady. The last thing I need to be worried about is you two out driving in the dark, or parked somewhere making out. I don't care if you sleep over Santana, but that car will be in the driveway by 9 at the latest, clear?" she declares and I nod in understanding.
"Gotcha mama P," I answer, finishing my lemonade. I take Brittany's hand and we run down to the car. I let her in the passenger seat and she squeals excitedly.
"Where you wanna go Brit?" I ask her as I start the car.
"Let's go get some ice cream," she grins.
"Okay," I agree.
"And then find somewhere we can park so I can lick it all off you," she purrs seductively. I gulp audibly and try to focus on driving. I should've known she'd still want to break the rules. And no way in hell am I arguing.
We stop at Dairy Queen for a couple brownie batter blizzards and I drive to the only place I can think of private enough for us to get our mack on in broad daylight.
The parking lot of the Lima Community Library. It's a shit hole that runs on donations, and nobody ever really donates because, well, it's 2011 and anything we would need from a library we can now find on the internet. They always stay closed in the summer time. Honestly, I don't even remember the last time I saw the place open.
"Nice thinking," Brittany comments as I park in the back. Almost as soon as I turn off the ignition, she leans over me and pulls the lever, kicking my seat back as far as it will go.
"Get in the back," she orders, and I comply eagerly. I lose a shoe on my way back but manage to lay out on the back seat.
"You're so sexy when you drive, Sanny. And now this car can be like our sexy secret place nobody else can find us," she purrs, crawling on top of me. I make a mental note to get the windows tinted. She sets the cup of ice cream between my legs and grabs at the hem of my tank top.
"Off," she orders and without hesitating I lean up, ripping it off and tossing it up front. She runs an eager finger up and down my abs. My skin ignites at her touch, every inch of skin burning to be touched. Without warning she drops a few spoonfuls of ice cream onto my stomach. She loads a spoonful of it directly into my belly button and I gasp at the sensation. She puts the cup in the cup holder and leans down, plunging her tongue into my belly button. The feeling of her hot mouth on my now cold skin is almost too much.
After she's done lapping up the sweet cream from my belly button, she licks her way up my abs, stopping to nibble when she gets to the brownie bits. I feel like I'm going to explode. She glides her tongue up between my breasts and up my neck until her glacier blue eyes are locked with mine.
"You taste good," she whispers, and I pull her down into a passionate kiss. Just as I reach down to yank at Brittany's shirt, we hear a tap tap tap at the window of the car. We jump up, startled and look out the window to see a cop.
Present day, back at the garage…
"Wow, that was just a little too much information," Quinn admitted after Santana finished recalling the tale.
"Luckily your brother knew that cop so he didn't bring us back to my mom. She never would've let me back in your car again," Brittany chuckled.
"Excuse me, baby, but I'm pretty sure it was you that had me pinned down, acting like a freaking cheetah in heat," Santana replied.
"Woah, what'd I miss?" Santana's best friend Puck greeted as he walked in.
"Puck, what the hell? Brittany did you text everyone?" Santana wondered.
"I figured he'd want to know. All the times he worked on Sasha for you…" Brittany explained.
"Is it bad, San?" he wondered, glancing out in the shop.
"Not sure yet. Motor was smoking like a son of a bitch, though," she explained.
"Still can't believe you've kept that ride all these years," he replied.
"Come on guys, that car has sentimental value for every single one of us. All of us had life changing moments in that car," Santana said.
"Yeah, she's right," Quinn agreed.
"Hey, remember that time we skipped school to hit that Gaga concert? That was awesome…" Brittany said as she recalled the memory…
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