"You know, it just occurred to me: you're like still awake, Mae," Trent said.

"Oh...wow, holy shit, yeah, I am," Mae replied, turning around and looking at him. "I mean, I'm tired, but not like 'falling asleep in the middle of a sentence' tired, which is usually how I get after this many hours around this many people." Her eyes went wide suddenly. "Also, Trent!" she cried, turning all the way around in her seat and staring at him with a huge smile.

"What?" he asked.

"You straight up stepped to that dude! It's been awhile since I've seen that! Wow!" Mae said, then giggled.

"You are really excited about this, and also, Gregg pulled a knife on him," Trent replied.

"Yeah but Gregg's a little psycho, he kinda just jumps in and threatens assholes a little too easily," Mae said.

"She's right," Bea said. "I mean, I don't want to write him off or anything, he did step up and protect his cousin, and that's real legit, but it's not the same thing. You're not really prone to fighting or even threatening. It surprised me."

"Same," Ann said from the front. She'd assumed driving responsibilities.

"And you think that's a good thing?" Trent asked.

"Yeah," Bea replied.

"There's enough entitled dickheads in the world," Mae said, "we need more guys who are willing to step to them. And for, like, legit reasons, not just trying to look hard. And you are legit."

"Very legit," Bea murmured, laying a hand on his leg.

"Are you...horny?" he asked.

"Maybe I am," she replied. Her eyes went wide suddenly, like she'd just remembered something, and she looked at Claire. "Would it weird you out too much if we had sex?"

"Wow, right here in the car?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"...no, I kinda want to see you two go at it," she admitted awkwardly.

"Perfect." Bea started undoing her pants. "I had, like, a list of sexual fantasies, and fucking in a moving car was one of them. We're so doing this. Get your dick out."

"Okay," he replied, unzipping his own pants.

"Man, this is already hot," Claire murmured.

"Hot!" Mae agreed.

"Just don't get too crazy. We don't wanna get pulled over," Ann said.

"Check," Bea replied, unzipping her hoodie and pulling her shirt up. It took some careful moving around, but she ended up on top of him and started kissing him, her hand in between them, fumbling desperately with his erection. "Come on," she whispered, her voice husky.

"Wow, you are really horny," he muttered.

"Yes, I am," she growled, then groaned as she speared herself with it.

He joined her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply as she began to ride him. Both of them were soon panting in unison, grunting and moaning in pure pleasure as she fucked him, staring into his eyes.

"Wow, um...oh man," Claire whispered.

"Enjoying yourself?" Bea panted.

"Yes. Uh...jeez. Oh. This is doing things to me," Claire replied. "Like...wow. I don't even have words."

"You okay?" Ann asked.

"Yeah, just...um...Bea, can I-"

"Yes," Bea replied, still panting. "Just...mmm-lemme finish. I'm close."

"Okay. Thanks."

Trent found that Bea wasn't kidding. She started to orgasm barely fifteen seconds later, sucking in a deep breath and hugging him tightly against herself, burying her face in his shoulder as she let out a series of strangled cries of bliss as he struggled not to cum inside of her.

Finally she gasped and got off of him. "Okay...whew...your turn."

"Um...would it be possible to do it laying down?" Claire asked.

"Yes," Trent said, eager to get back inside of an attractive woman. He pointed. "Reach down between the seat and the door, find a lever and pull on it."

He reached down on his side and did the same as she acted and the back of the seat tilted. The floor of the trunk shifted, taking the seatback into it until it was flat, and Bea let out a little cry of surprise as she fell back.

"Sorry!" Claire said.

"Ugh, it's fine," Bea replied, shifting out of the way for them.

"On your back," Trent said as Claire moved around, trying to get her pants undone.

"This is fucking awesome," Mae said from the front.

"Ha ha, yeah, now I won't be the only one who's fucked him in this car," Ann said.

"Oh shit, that means I'll be the only one who hasn't fucked him in this car," Mae complained.

"Don't worry, babe," Trent said as he grabbed Claire's jeans and pulled them, and her panties, all the way down and off, then tossed them into the back, "I'll get to you at a future date."

"Good."

"Oh wow," Claire whispered, opening her legs for him. "I can't believe I'm doing this...hurry up," she added.

He laid down on top of her and slipped in between her thick thighs. She moaned loudly as he penetrated her and began driving into her.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" she cried, and he groaned as barely ten seconds later as she began to climax.

"Whoa, really?!" Bea asked, watching them from the back area. "Already?!"

"So horny!" Claire yelled, barely articulate.

Trent groaned loudly as he struggled not to cum yet again, even as he felt her inner wetness fluttering around his length, clenching, practically milking it, like she was trying to get him to cum along with her.

"Ah, fuck-oh man, this is good!" he groaned, fucking her furiously.

She moaned and kissed him hard as her orgasm came back down, then wrapped one leg and both arms around him.

"Inside," she gasped, "cum inside me."

"I gotta last longer," he groaned.

"I don't care. I want to feel it. I wanna feel it again, I want that…" she replied.

Trent lasted maybe another twenty seconds before he gave into her and completely lost his struggle to hold back the orgasm that had been building since he'd been inside of Bea.

Claire gasped as he let out a shout of pleasure, thrusting deep and hard into her as he began cumming inside of her.

"Oh fuck, yes! Just like that!"

He grunted her name several times, the pleasure overwhelming him, completely overtaking him with its intensity. It was a heart-pounding, gut-wrenching, body-pulsing orgasm that seemed much stronger than usual.

When it did end, he was left shaky and panting.

"Jesus, that was intense," Bea murmured.

"Oh...man...ow," he groaned.

"You okay?" Claire asked, staring up at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah, just...my dick is really sensitive, and I think I pulled a muscle somewhere. Anyone got a napkin or something?" he asked.

"Here," Mae said, passing back a handful of napkins.

"I'd be happy if you didn't get cum all over my seats," he said.

"I won't," she replied, smiling dreamily at him still as she accepted the napkins and put them over herself after he pulled out of her.

For a long moment no one spoke. There was just the sound of the Jeep as they drove down the highway, which was still dark and empty around them.

"Oh man," Claire murmured as she finished cleaning herself up as best she could, then started pulling her panties and jeans back on. "Jeez, that was-oh my God. What came over me?" she whispered. "I just fucked a boy in front of his girlfriend-girlfriends, in a moving car. I have never done anything like this before."

"Do you regret it?" Trent asked.

"...no," she replied after a moment, then grunted as she pulled her jeans up the rest of the way over her thick thighs, "I don't. I guess there's a part of me that's freaking out a little, but I can trust you all, nothing bad will happen because of this. I won't get pregnant, I trust you not to have anything, no one was recording, none of you are gonna spread this around...so no, I don't regret it. It's just, like, I'm horny, but not, like, that horny."

"Here, let's get this back up," Bea said, rejoining them.

It took a moment and some maneuvering, but they ended up back in their original positions.

"So, Claire, if it helps, I know how you feel. Trent didn't take my virginity, but in truth, he might as well have. I had one lame lay four years ago that I barely even think counts. I was about as horny as probably your average teenage girl, but I never really fantasized about stuff like this back then. Like, people watching. But sex is one of those things that can surprise you. You won't really know what you're into until suddenly-boom! You really wanna fuck with an audience, or a threesome, or try getting tied down, or fucked in your sleep or something. So don't let it freak you out."

"Man, I...yeah, I guess so." She took another deep breath, closed her eyes, then let it out slowly. "Wow. I'm not sure if I've ever had sex effect me like this. It's been intense before but not...not like this. Is this, like...why?"

"I couldn't really say," Bea said. "I mean, I guess it could be a number of things. Your brain chemistry changing? Us? The specific situation? Something else? Could be any number of things. The main thing is: you're having safe fun, right?"

"Oh yeah," she replied.

She looked around at them all, still looking a bit anxious. "No one's mad, right? Like, I can wrap my head around an open relationship. Trent coming over to my apartment and banging me. But it's-it just feels different, doing it, like, in front of you."

"No one's mad," Mae said.

"Do you all swear?" she asked.

"I swear," Mae replied.

"I swear I'm not mad, Claire," Ann said.

"Yeah, same. Swear. This was just fun. And hot," Bea replied.

"Obviously I'm not mad," Trent said.

Claire laughed and seemed to relax. "Okay, then." She squirmed around in her seat, then sighed. "God, I need a shower, and we're still, what, an hour out?"

"Yeah," Ann said.

"Sorry," Trent murmured.

"No you aren't!" Claire groused, and they all laughed.

"Trent…" Bea murmured after taking a long hit on the pipe.

"Yeah?" he replied, sticking his hand out.

She passed it to him. "Tell me a secret."

He paused in his own pull on it, glancing over at her. "What?"

Bea didn't respond immediately. They were sitting in their backyard in lawn chairs, staring up at the night sky. The clouds had cleared in Possum Springs, leaving a wonderfully clear night sky, and it was only just chilly enough to warrant a hoodie. They had made it back home without a problem, and everyone was worn out, save for Trent and Bea. Ann and Mae now slept upstairs, and Claire slept on the pulled-out couch.

He and Bea had decided to head out back and toke up a bit to help induce their own lethargy.

"I was just remembering something Mae said once, last year. We were in the graveyard, and we ran into these three weird-os who wouldn't let us pass without us telling them things."

"...what?"

"I know, it was weird. Mae seemed to know them, they were just some dumb teens. Mae wanted to play along, so I figured, why not? One of the things they asked was to describe your dream date. And we had different ideas-"

"Wait, what'd you say?" he asked.

She laughed. "Uh, something like...he dresses good, and likes good music, and he's tall and smart, and we go to movies."

"Am I that?" he asked.

"What?" She looked over at him. "I mean, duh."

"I don't think I'm particularly tall, I definitely don't dress good," he murmured.

She laughed. "What? You dress fine. And you're taller than me by, what, three inches? You're tall."

"I don't think I'm really smart."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, Trent. You're smart. And it doesn't-trust me, I'm in love with you, okay? You actually turned out pretty close to what I was envisioning...except for, like, one big thing but-"

"What big thing?" he asked.

"Are you really being insecure right now?" She paused. "I'm sorry, that came out bitchy."

"No, not insecure, really...maybe a little."

"Don't be. Dude, like, come on. We just had a kickass night and I fucked your brains out in a car and watched you fucking rail another chick."

"You're right. I'm just a little stressed...but I do wanna know, what's different?"

"I thought it'd be obvious."

"I'm tired, and I miss obvious things on the best days," he replied.

"Okay, fair enough, we all do: I was positive I'd fall in love with a college student. I mean, I was wrong, and I don't care that you didn't go to college and that you don't really care about it. And I wouldn't change anything about you." She paused. "Well okay, I wouldn't change anything about you for me, just for you."

"Like what?"

"Like less anxiety and depression?"

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense...I'm sorry, I interrupted. Keep going."

"Okay, so, Mae starts going on about…" She paused.

"What?"

"I guess I just realized, you are actually pretty different from what Mae envisioned for herself. She said, and I quote, 'I don't care if it's a guy or girl, I just wanna date someone who's all GRR'. And, I don't know, you're not really 'grr'."

"I can't say that I am."

"Well...no, I take that back. You just aren't obvious about it. But you can be."

"Really?"

"Dude, yeah. All the ways you fucking dominate me, and stepping up to Chris more than once, taking on a cult, tonight with the other Chris, you fucking stepped to him, Trent, when he called me a loser. No hesitation. So you are 'grr'. But anyway, she said, her dream date was wrestling, and then they'd lay on the floor and tell each other secrets, and I thought that was actually really sweet. I was just thinking about that again, no idea why, totally random thought that sparked off in my head, but...I want you to tell me a secret."

"Like, an embarrassing secret?"

"I guess...I don't know. I want it to be something you wouldn't tell anyone else outside of me and Mae and Ann...I'll tell you one, if you tell me one."

He thought about it for a long time. They passed the weed back and forth. "Why?" he asked finally.

"I guess...it's like a trust thing. You trust me with this precious thing. You make yourself vulnerable to me, and I to you. That's, like, really intimate."

"Well...all right." He shifted a little awkwardly in the chair, then looked around the backyard. "I…" He hesitated. "Jeez, I don't wanna say this."

"Why?"

"It's humiliating."

"Tell me anyway, and I'll take in your secret, and not make fun of you, or judge you. I'll just love you...unless it's like, you sexually assaulted someone or something…"

"No! God no. I can at least confidently say that I've never sexually assaulted anyone, or coerced anyone, or taken advantage of anyone like that before."

"Good...so come on, I wanna know…"

He sighed. "Okay, fine...I wet my bed until I was fifteen."

She blinked a few times. "Oh...wow. That's...man, that's a hell of a secret. I can see why you were reluctant...I think a lotta people would...mmm. But, I don't judge you for it, I'm not making fun of you for it. I still love you. Honestly, that would suck, but it's not like you had control over it."

He sighed. "Yeah. Ugh. Hate remembering that...your turn."

"Yes, my turn," she replied, smiling at him. She thought about. "Man, you already know a lot of my secrets. My humiliating secrets. My cosplaying as a college student. All the shitty things I said to Mae." She paused, then winced. "Ooh. Jeez. Man. I got one."

"I'm listening."

She sighed heavily. "I've never told anyone this, and I can't say that no one else knows, because the other person involved might've told people, but...a classmate offered me twenty bucks to see my tits in high school and I did it."

"Oh. Huh. Well...I mean I still love you, can't say I judge you for that. I'd certainly be a hypocrite to anyway. How do you feel about it?"

She sighed. "Weird. On the one hand, I don't really regret it...sorta? I more regret that it was who it was. They're not around town anymore. I lucked out, actually, and they transferred to another school because their dad got a new job in another town. But he turned into kind of a creep about it, and I wasn't actually into, like, dating him or even one-night-standing him. We had pretty much a neutral relationship before, but after? Obviously he kept pushing for more. But I don't know, it was kinda thrilling. I know a lot of girls talk about feeling humiliated and exploited by stuff like that and I get it, but for me? I kinda...get off on it, a little?" She was blushing badly, not looking at him now. "Jeez, this is humiliating, I'm supposed to be all fucking independent and smart and hardcore-"

"I mean, it kinda tracks," Trent said.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know about how I should feel about glorifying or glamorizing prostitution, but I mean, I think there's certainly some strong independence in owning your body. That was a measure of control. You controlled who saw your tits. You were sure as hell in control when you and I had, uh, that sort of relationship in the very beginning."

She grinned. "Yeah...that's true." She reached out suddenly and took his hand. "Thank you. That was a thing I thought I could never tell my significant other. Ever. Because he'd get pissed and jealous. But you aren't like that. I felt the same way about the hookup at math camp, like I'd never be able to tell my boyfriend. I thought maybe I'd even lie, because even though I feel like you kinda did take my virginity in the shower upstairs, I feel like a lot of other dudes wouldn't see it that way. All that mattered was a dick went into me that wasn't theirs." She gave his hand a squeeze. "Thanks, for telling me a secret."

"Thanks for telling me. And for accepting it...I get what you mean now."

"Got any others?"

"Hmm. Uh...oh man, here we go. I shit my pants last year while I was, like, out in public."

Bea's eyes widened. "What?! Really!?"

"Yeah. I ate at this sketchy taco place while I was out running some errands for my parents. Stopped into a phone place because my mom's cellphone battery was going and she wanted me to get her a new one. They were taking forever and it hit. I had to go to the bathroom. I didn't quite make it."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry dude, that's fucking awful," Bea said. "What'd you do?"

"Cleaned myself up best I could in their bathroom, took my boxers off and stuffed them in my jacket pocket, and then got the fuck outta there. I just threw away my boxers and took out the trash right away, took a shower, stopped thinking about it."

"I've got one of those," Bea said.

"Hit me with it."

She laughed. "I was hanging out with some girls at a sleepover. This was like...ninth grade? It was fun. I had to piss, but I was sort of holding it because I was having a good time. Then one of them told a joke and I just laughed so fucking hard...I pissed myself."

"Oh, shit…"

"Yep."

"What happened?"

Bea sighed. "Dodged a bullet, really. It was just three of us, not like a huge slumber party. The other two girls were nice, and so was the host's mom. She gave me clean clothes, I took a shower, she washed my clothes, dealt with it, said it was fine. I was so fucking embarrassed. I cried, but they were actually super nice to me."

They both fell silent again, lounging in the lawn chairs, staring up at the stars.

"I'm pretty stoned," Bea murmured, then giggled. "I don't know why I didn't do this more often. I tried it a little...maybe we're being dumb. I heard it messes up your brain if you do it too young, but how young is too young? I'll be old enough to drink soon...I kinda want to drink, now." She looked at him. "Will you get me alcohol?"

"No," he replied.

She looked a little surprised. "Wow, just...straight up no?"

"Not while you're still underage," he said. "I know, a lot of laws are stupid and governments and police forces are mostly bullshit but we live in their shadow and I don't want to earn their ire if I don't have to. We can wait a few months for you to be able to buy it yourself, and…" He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"What's wrong?" Bea asked.

"I dunno," he muttered.

"No, you're upset. Come on." She got up suddenly and laid down next to him, pulling him so that he laid on his side, facing her. The lawn chair was just big enough to accommodate the two of them, though they were pressed very close together. She stared into his eyes, her face inches from his own. "Tell me what's wrong. I love you with my soul, Trent. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, I guess except maybe for my mom, but that's...it's own thing. If something's bothering you, I just, I have to know. You're my everything."

He laughed awkwardly. "Gee. Um. That's...intense."

"My love for you is intense," she said.

"And mine is for you, too." He paused. "I told Ann I loved her for the first time tonight."

Bea's face lit up. "That's so sweet and romantic!...but don't try to distract me. What's wrong? Or is that it? Did it not go well?"

"No, it went fine. She said she loves me, too. It's...a few things."

"What things?"

"Okay, I guess I have no reason not to tell you. The first thing is...I would've fought that guy. Chris. If he hadn't let go of Jen's wrist...I don't know. There's something about that particular sight, seeing a guy grab a girl by the wrist, I mean at all, when she's trying to put some distance between them, it sets me off, I'm realizing. I'm finally really getting Mae and her anger. And it makes me nervous."

"Why? You'd stand up for us if it really came to it."

"I know, it's just...I don't know. I don't like the idea of turning to violence more often."

"Trent, there's nothing wrong with defending yourself, or defending us." Her expression grew a bit stony. "It's a hard, cold, mean world, Trent. Especially for us women. Violence against women is way more common than you'd think. And guys willing to step up to that aren't as many as you'd hope. Don't be ashamed or afraid to be that guy. You have three girlfriends, Trent."

"And it's that easy?" he asked.

She sighed. "Nothing's easy. But it is that simple. I think, you need to keep a watch on it, on yourself, but this isn't a bad thing, Trent. Although…" She looked a little guilty suddenly.

"What?"

"I might be biased about this particular subject. I believe what I'm saying, but…"

"But what?"

She sighed, now looking more uncomfortable than ever. "Here's a secret I really don't want to admit." He waited. "It...kind of turns me on when you get like this. And I hate it. I hate that it turns me on. Because that's so-it's everything I hate. It feels like it's validating all those alpha douchebags acting all hard and tough just to impress women and get them to sleep with them. I'm not saying you're acting hard or acting like an 'alpha', but there is a correlation between my arousal towards you and you threatening to get physically violent with an asshole."

Trent thought about that for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "We...can't really choose what gets us hot and bothered, Bea. It just...is what it is."

"I guess you're right," she murmured.

They laid there together for several moments in silence.

Finally, Bea yawned. "We should go to bed."

"We should," he agreed, "or we'll fall asleep out here."

They both got up and headed inside.