Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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Mariah was a talker, and getting to know her was easy during the long ride to the farm. She was also very curious about Mink and Jim and asked all the normal questions. Mink was eager for her to know the answer to some of the not so normal questions, but she allowed the conversation to follow its natural course.

Mariah thought the nickname Mink was wonderful, and with a touch of embarassment asked if she might call her that. Mink was happy for her to, of course, only asking that she continue calling her something more appropriate at school.

After the first hour or so of the drive, Mariah grew sleepy and asked Mink if she would mind her taking a nap. It suited Mink just fine, if for no other reason than the freedom it would give her to look at Mariah's legs. She adjusted the rear-view mirror to give her a bit different view, and was even able to adjust the makeup mirror behind the visor on Mariah's side of the car so that she had a rather interesting view of her breasts from above.

Mariah had appeared to be napping for nearly an hour when she stirred and ask Mink if she would mind her laying down. Mink certainly had no objection, and was pleased by Mariah taking her hand and laying it on her shoulder as she put her head on Mink's thigh and got comfortable. The blouse Mariah wore was nearly sleeveless, and Mink liked touching her bare arm. Little by little she grew more bold and began to caress her gently with her fingertips, not moving her hand at all, but simply letting her fingers touch Mariah's soft skin in small circles.

After a bit Mariah rolled over onto her back, and as she did she took Mink's hand and lay it on her bare stomach, just between her navel and the top of her cut-off's. She lay her hand on top of Mink's, a gesture which Mink wanted to believe was an affirmation of her wanting Mink to touch her there.

Mink was becoming aroused by this entire situation, and wanted desperately to touch Mariah freely. If the weekend was going to be all that she wanted it to she would have to make a move sometime, but she didn't want to ruin things by making it too early. She glanced down at Mariah and saw the waistband of the cut-off jeans gaping, leaving at least an inch of space between it and Mariah's board flat belly. Her panties showed in the gap, lacey white panties which were cut in a V at the top. Mariah stirred slightly and Mink could feel more pressure from her breast against her arm.

Ever so slowly Mink began to allow her fingers to move slightly on Mariah's naked stomach. At first her movements were so slight that she wasn't sure if Mariah would have been aware of them had she been awake. Gradually she touched her more freely, until she was certain that Mariah would notice them unless she was fast asleep. Almost as if in response to her unspoken questions, Mariah began caressing Mink's hand lightly with her own fingers, echoing Mink's touch. This made Mink much braver, and she lifted her hand slightly to allow her fingers to move in a wide arc just above the top of Mariah's shorts.

Mink's mind was focused intently on what she touched with her fingers, feeling the downy soft hair which was nearly invisible on Mariah's young belly, anticipating as she moved her hand lower in infinitestimal degrees the denim touching her fingers as she moved them under the waistband of the cut-offs. Then it was there, the feeling of her shorts touching her fingers. She was inside them now, barely, but the distance her hand had moved seemed much greater than it really was. A fraction of an inch further and she was certain she would be touching the lace of Mariah's panties. But she couldn't touch them without moving her arm. Try as she might, her fingers would not reach the panties. The muscles in her arm tensed, and she stretched her fingers as much as possible, trying desperately to feel the lace, wanting to at least go that far.

Mariah stirred, startling Mink, and she guiltily prepared to slide her hand back out of Mariah's shorts. Just as she was about to move her arm, Mariah sighed and took hold of her wrist and pushed it downward, forcing Mink's hand inside her shorts, her fingers under the lacy panties, not stopping until Mink could feel the fine hair of Mariah's pubis.

Mink pressed downward with her fingertips immediately, not wanting there to be any mistake at this point. She saw Mariah's legs move apart slightly, and felt her hand still tightly gripping her wrist. There could be no mistake. Mariah wanted Mink to touch her there. She began moving her hand even further, but felt the waistband of the shorts stopping her. She would have to press down more firmly on Mariah's belly to make her hand go the rest of the way, but before she could garner the extra courage to do so, Mariah was reaching for the button that held her shorts closed, and tugging down the zipper to give her room.

Mink looked down quickly at Mariah's face, but her eyes were still closed, even though there could be no doubt of her being awake and fully aware of what was happening. Mink slid her hand lower and felt the top of Mariah's sex with her fingertips. She rubbed her gently there and felt Mariah's hips rising, pressing herself against Mink, encouraging her. Her heart pounding, Mink slid her fingers lower, down the length of Mariah's slit. Mariah's response was to open her legs as widely as possible, offering herself up to Mink, wanting it all just as much as Mink wanted it.

Moving her fingers slightly to the left and then to the right, Mink pressed Mariah's lips open, feeling the wetness that had gathered inside them. She pressed between them with her middle finger, and began to enter Mariah's sweet young college girl pussy.

Then she became aware of the blinking red lights behind her.

"Shit!", she cursed, pulling her hand out of Mariah's pants and readjusting the rear view mirror. Sure enough, she was being pulled over.

Mariah sat up groggily, forgetting to close her jeans, her pretty blonde hair disheveled from snuggling next to Mink. Mink slowed the car and pulled over, wondering how fast she had been going. She cursed again as she waited for the officer to complete his walk to her car.

"Your license and registration, please," the officer said, looking in the window at Mariah's legs and her unzipped and unbuttoned shorts. Mariah realized her condition then and awkwardly zipped her cut-off's back up, her face a crimson red.

"Do you know how fast you were going, Ma'am?", she officer asked.

"Actually, I'm afraid not, officer," Mink replied. "I guess I wasn't paying enough attention."

"No, I guess not," he replied, smiling a knowing smile and glancing over at Mariah again. "You were going seventy three miles an hour, and this is a fifty-five mile an hour zone."

"Gosh, I didn't think I was going that fast. I'm sorry," Mink said, knowing her being sorry wouldn't make much difference. They were all sorry.

"May I ask where you're headed?", he asked.

"Home. Or at least to where I'm from," Mink replied. "The family farm is...well, gee...," Mink said, looking around at the countryside, "actually, the family farm is only a few miles from here. We're closer than I thought."

"You wouldn't be speaking of the old Burch place, would you?", he asked.

"Yes!", Mink said, surprised that he knew it, but then realizing that he must often patrol this road.

"Ahhhh, well, I know Jim quite well. You must be his step- daughter. He's always talking about you. You're name is Mink, I think, right?"

"Actually, it's Melinda, but everyone around here calls me Mink." She chuckled to herself. "It's a long story."

"I've heard it. Jim told me that too."

"Goodness, what all DID Jim tell you about me?", Mink asked, smiling at him.

The officer grinned. "Enough that I think I can forget about writing you a ticket. If you don't mind, that is?"

Mink blushed. This guy must be a very close friend of Jim's if he told him very much about her. Jim was very tight-lipped most of the time, especially about Mink.

"Mind? I hardly mind. That's really very nice of you." She glanced over at Mariah and found her smiling from ear to ear.

"My pleasure. I'm glad we met. You don't have very far to go, but do try to keep your mind on your driving the rest of the way. I know it's a challenge," he said, looking purposely at Mariah again, "but do it just for me, okay?"

"I will, and thanks again. Maybe I can repay the favor sometime," she said, looking at his broad shoulders and dark hair.

"I'm sure we'll see each other again. Be careful now."

"Whew! You're lucky he didn't give you a ticket," Mariah said, as the officer pulled out into the road and drove away. "But I think he likes you."

"Maybe," Mink said, smiling, "but he was sure giving you the eye too."

"Yeah, I guess so, since I was sitting here with my pants half off!"

Mink laughed softly. "I enjoyed that. I'm really sorry we got interrupted."

"Me too. I hope you can finish what you started real soon," Mariah replied, her face flushed.

"How soon would you like for that to be?", Mink asked, putting her hand on Mariah's thigh and caressing it softly.

"Immediately," she said, unzipping the jeans once more, "if not sooner."

Mink slid from behind the wheel, closer to her, and pulled her head to her as she slipped her left hand back into her pants. Mariah met her kiss, her tender young mouth hungry and anxious. Her hands moved to the cut-offs and she shoved them and her panties down her legs to her ankles, kicking them the rest of the way off.

Mink felt her fingers slide in effortlessly as Mariah opened her legs widely. Mariah moaned and gave herself to Mink, her entire body melting at her touch. Her hand moved to Mink's crotch, but Mink moved away from her, sliding into the floorboard, and lifting one of Mariah's long legs and ducking under it.

"This is for you, Mariah. All for you." Her tongue slid from her mouth and Mariah felt it stabbing at her clitoris. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against the fabric of the blouse as she felt her English teacher's mouth working expertly on her sex.

Mariah moaned hotly. It was so good; even better than she had fantasized it being. She pictured Mink standing at the blackboard and forced herself to connect that woman with this one who was so busy licking her juices and sucking at her lips. She filled both hands with Mink's hair and fucked herself at Mink's face, Ms. Burch's face, her orgasm coming quickly and explosively, her high pitched wail lost in the darkness of the night.

Continued in MRWADE.164.....