Jon sat in the bucket seat thanking God that Sarah was so light. The ride out to lookout point (make out point, more like) was at least twenty minutes, and if Sarah had been a heavy-weight he would have been very uncomfortable. As it was the ride wasn't too bad, considering the circumstances. Sure, he and Sarah both had their hands on Biff's thigh, slowly rubbing, every once and a while 'accidentally' brushing against his penis, but at least the ride was nice.
He marveled at the lack of arousal he felt over having the sexiest cheerleader in school sit on his lap. Every bump in the road would have driven him crazy in the past, the feel of her soft body rubbing against his. Now the only arousal he felt was Sarah's for her boyfriend. He wanted to shiver in disgust at the thought, but knew it was fruitless. His body would only shiver if Sarah's would, and she was enjoying herself quite a bit.
His hand brushed against Biff's hardening penis again. Jon and Sarah smiled, giggled and let out a little, "Oops!" Biff sighed.
Jon found himself feeling very mischievous, teasing Biff the way he was. Jon was such a slut sometimes, and he knew it.
Wait, where did that come from? Jon wondered for a second at his sanity. These thoughts were coming more and more and he was having a harder time telling if they were his or Sarah's. He hoped that he'd find a way out soon, before he completely lost himself in the blond beauty.
