"Hurry up, just throw some clothes in a bag and let's roll," Jen said as she stuffed her own bag in the very early morning hours. Judy was trying, but she was still a little wine drunk from the night before and it felt like her head hadn't even hit the pillow before the alarm had been blaring in her ear signaling it was time to rise.

"I'm ready, I'm just moving slow," Judy blinked groggily and wondered how she was going to make it through the morning, let alone the day.

"The kids, Christopher and Karen are already in the car," Jen put on sunglasses even though it was still dark outside. Judy didn't even have to ask why they weren't driving themselves to Henry's first competitive Holy Harmonies tournament in LA—neither of them would pass a breathalyzer at this point.

The church donation fundraiser had raised hella money for the cause and the Holy Harmonies were able to enter their first tournament. Judy knew that Jen wasn't too pleased with how much extra time Henry's extracurricular was taking up. She also didn't think it should be so competitive, but it made him happy and she couldn't very well say 'no' to her kid's happiness.

Neighbor Karen had wormed her way to getting an invite from Christopher when she donated a bunch of expensive stuff belonging to her former husband. He had come over to the house acting frightened when he broke the news to Jen. Apologetic, stating that he never thought that Karen would actually willingly accept the offer to attend a weekend religious show choir tournament.

"Why did we drink so much last night when we knew we had to get up for this?" Judy asked rhetorically, as she dragged her suitcase out of the house with Jen practically pushing her forward.

"Oh fuck," Jen was looking at Karen's SUV and the seating arrangement: Karen was driving, Charlie took shotgun, Christopher and Henry were in the back seat, which meant Jen and Judy had to cram into the tiny third row. The hatchback was full of costumes and props for the performances which meant there was no room for their bags and luggage except next to them on the seat which was already piled with the rest of the crew's stuff. "Where are we going to sit?"

"Get in, get in, slow pokes," Christopher stuck his head out of the window and yelled, "we can't miss 7am opening prayer."

Judy looked pleadingly at Jen, "I guess I'll have to sit on your lap?"

...

Karen was obliviously driving, Charlie had his headphones on and laptop out. Chris and Henry had the stereo cranked up and were going over harmonies, and Judy was trying desperately to ignore the sultry feeling of Jen's hands wrapped protectively around her waist and her strong thighs under ass.

"Are you comfortable?" Judy whispered apologetically, Jen's jaw was slack, her eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses and she was leaning back in the seat and clutching Judy's tummy like she was experiencing motion sickness.

"Oh, yeah, this is just great, a hangover dream," Jen whispered sarcastically as she shifted her legs under Judy so that her thigh was between hers and Judy gulped, cursing bumpy car rides and her stupid idea to restrict self-pleasure. She was on fire, and Jen was whispering in her ear, "I don't think I can listen to this goddamn song again. It's so fucking loud, Help me Judy! What have we gotten ourselves into?"

Judy agreed. What had they gotten themselves into? Karen was an idiot who didn't want to take the 101 or the 405 so she decided to take the fucking PCH which added like an hour and half to the journey, but she wanted to see the goddamn ocean, even though it was like right there two blocks away from her house. Thus why they had to leave by 4:30am for this shit. Judy usually didn't wish bad will on anyone, but Karen had a heavy fucking foot and was whipping around corners causing her some serious discomfort.

Jen's hands had crept up from her waist to her sides and were stroking at the fabric of her thin dress, tickling her ribs just so to leave trails of fire in their wake. Trails that were shooting straight down to her pussy. Her pussy which was inadvertently grinding every now and again against Jen's thigh, and it was not helping her situation.

"I'm freezing," Jen complained and Judy twisted around looking for something, and found a tub with an Elvis style bedazzled cape which was for the "All shook up for Jesus" number. "A real showstopper," Christopher had said, "Their Ace in the hole."

For now, the over-sized heavy white cape made a great blanky, and Judy gladly draped it over both of them. She felt Jen relax, and hug her middle so Judy shifted a bit to get her clit out of grinding range. Now they looked like they were posing for the world's worst lesbian romance fairytale story cover picture: Drunk Prince Jen holding her caped Princess Judy awkwardly across her lap. They both started to doze off, but that didn't last cause of the aforementioned driving courtesy of Karen, and the loudness of the music.

But they were kind of left alone in their little bubble, so when the next bump hit, out of reflect Jen squeezed Judy's ribs and her hands flew up with the motion of the vehicle and well, Judy felt Jen squeeze her breasts. Judy already being so on edge due to the proximity, general horniness and acute horniness brought on by the car ride felt her nipples come to attention under the lacy ass bra she had thrown on in her haste of dressing under the influence. She wished she'd picked one with a little padding so it wouldn't be so obvious, or even a dress that was thicker than 1-ply toilet paper.

There was no way Jen didn't notice Judy's nip-nips— she felt Jen's thumbs brush over her nipples once, and then to her amusement and seeming never-ending torture they made a second tentative pass, which in turn lit her mind ablaze and sent more shockwaves of sensations straight down to her wide-awake clit. Zip fucking zap, and then like Judy wouldn't notice, Jen started to palm her breasts a little and she whispered, "Judy, your boobs... you've got nipples. Fuck."

"Yeeaaahhh," Judy sighed quietly which almost turned to a whimper. Jen was really rolling and squeezing in such a explorative and reverent sweet way, that Judy's eyes had slipped shut and she felt her thighs squeeze together on their own accord. Then it stopped abruptly, and Judy snapped out of her reverie feeling like she'd been dunked in cold water.

"Shit, fuck, Jude, I'm sorry...Oh, Judy, that was so over the line," Jen's hands had disappeared somewhere. Judy thought maybe she was sitting on them, because Judy felt like she was going to fall into a bottomless put without Jen's arms around her.

"No, no, no, it's okay," Judy tried to get some moisture back into her mouth and licked her lips. She didn't know why it was okay for Jen to be feeling her up in the back seat with the Jesus songs on and the ocean on the left, the kids in the car... all of it was really inappropriate and should be a screeching boundary that made her mind scream "halt". Doing this all under a child's Elvis cape was even worse somehow.

A moment passed and Judy didn't know what to say. Thankfully Jen finally said something.

"I don't have nipples anymore... chopped off with the mastectomies', and they didn't put them back. Judy, I got carried away, uh, I guess I really miss nipples..." Jen stammered clearly mortified by her handsy exuberance. Her voice was pinched and ragged, verging on tears, if Judy was detecting correctly.

"Hey, no..." and only God knows why, but Judy twisted toward Jen, gave her a soothing kiss, cupped her cheek, smiled in reassurance and then pointedly reached down to practically yank both of Jen's hands up and placed them firmly back over her breasts. "Pinch, roll, squeeze, fuck... scratch me. My nipples are your nipples now," Judy whispered in Jen's ear, and the collective shiver that ran through both of them about sent Judy off when Jen did exactly that.

"Tell me exactly what it feels like, I can't feel shit. My whole chest is numb," Jen whispered and this time the raggedness in her voice sounded less tearful and more lustful.

"Oh, shit, it feels like a tickle straight to my core," Judy sighed. "Like torture in the best way, and you know exactly what you're doing to me, don't play dumb, Harding."

What had began as the early morning car ride from hell...was still the car ride from hell, but only because Judy was wet as fuck and wanting Jen more than ever. Jen was happily playing with her boobs like a teenager. It was adorable and sexy and fucking maddening.

On the plus side, boobs were now on the table and up for grabs (so to speak.)