How could you possibly drink it all?”
“Through a straw.”
“Yeah, but it was like 900 ounces. How long had I been daydreaming? I couldn’t help but obey. I like to drool.”
I considered it for a moment. I was proud, but I was also sort of envious. She was inviting me to admire her beautiful body. The sky had lightened to a leaden grey. But out here, there were no trees, no hills, no buildings. Her seat was reclined, all the way back, her bare feet kicked out through the open window. The very instant the car rolled to a stop, Maggie flung the door open, tore down her shorts and panties in a single swift motion, and squatted right there in the open door frame, her exposed girl parts aimed in my direction. I didn’t know how to react. Squealing with surprise, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist—so tight I could have let go and she wouldn’t have fallen. Surely that would rocket things up to Level 8 or 9—just shy of actually fucking.
