The Importance of Road Safety {closed}

[meomeo]

In retrospect, there were a few things Paige and Laurie shouldn’t have done.

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They shouldn’t have driven back home for spring break. Flying is so much faster, and, as it turns out, safer. It’s not like they were short on cash. Sure, Paige wanted to take her newly purchased 2003 open top Corvette for an extended spin. But when you’re first cousins born within 2 weeks of each other, and had been inseparable since you were toddlers all the way to going to the same college, do you really need to bond over a road trip? I mean, they practically knew one another better than themselves. So that was a bad call, Paige.

They shouldn’t have played car games. Seriously, who plays car games anymore? Aren’t they Darwin-ed by in-built DVD players and iPads? They don’t even remember the exact game they played, all it mattered was Laurie, the passenger, had lost. And losers had to do a dare.

It was late afternoon on a warm and sunny day. This stretch of the country was breathtaking, with its rolling golden plains and mountains in the distance, all under a speck-less, clear sky. The Corvette’s top was down and Paige and Laurie were in extremely high spirits. And it did sound like a good idea at that time…

“Flash someone.”

“Paige!“ Laurie had expected something along these lines yet she still sounded incredulous, but… “No way!”

“Oh come on.” Paige said, keeping only one eye on the road, a devilish grin on her pretty face. “How long’s it been since anyone saw those cute boobies of yours?”

“Er… two days?” It was the truth. They giggled.

They passed an SUV with a family of four. The dad stared at them, so did the 14 year-old kid at the back.

“Derek doesn’t count.” Paige paused. “And it’ll be fun.”

The two looked each other in the eyes for a split moment. Telepathic communication achieved… it happens when you’ve been best friends for 20 years.

“Okay! Woah!” Paige wore a triumphant smile and turned back to the highway. “Errr... that.” She pointed to a truck about 3 car lengths ahead and stepped on the gas to bring the Corvette side by side with it. Laurie took a deep breath and checked herself in the side mirror.

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Actually, scratch that. There were a lot of things they shouldn’t have done.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Isaiah Sherwood had one hand on the wheel of the F-150, the other fiddling with the top of the soda can in the console holder, ready to raise it for a sip in a few seconds. A country twang played from his radio, not too loud, but loud enough to sing along with when he got the urge. But first he reached to take off his cowboy hat, revealing his short clipped dark hair, and wiped his upper arm sleeve over his forehead. It was plenty hot today, even with the highway breeze flowing in his open driver's side window. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a plaid work shirt over his sleeveless t-shirt. These long drives along the highway weren't his favorite a lot of the time, but a mans' gotta do... etc. He replaced the hat and took a gulp from his cola.

He checked his mirrors, seeing only an approaching sports car with a couple of young babes laughing in the front seat with the top down. He pegged them as college girl types: this was the week a lot of schools were letting out for spring break. And only the kind of rich daddies who could send their lil' darlin's to college would buy them a hot Corvette to joy ride around in. They were coming up fast, well over the speed limit, for sure. But in this county, highway speed limits tended to be taken as a "suggestion". The locals drove as fast as they felt like, and most of the time there wasn't enough traffic on even the US highways for that to be a safety concern.

He glanced as the 'Vette moved into the left lane, looking ahead to make sure it was clear (it was, for a good mile, at least... he could tell as he crested a small hill). They moved beside him, but lingered there, not trying to whip by him. He glanced out the window, his elbow resting on the frame, giving them a quick once-over. College and pretty hot, he confirmed to himself. Bet they'll look stunning in their bikinis when they get to the beach in a few hundred miles. But right now, they were staying in the lane beside him like they owned it. Now just what are they up to, he wondered.

He turned to look down at them (yeah, a Ford pick-up is a lot taller than a 'Vette), while his other hand reached to the seat out of sight beside him, picking up the video recorder from its mounting on the dash, his finger easing into the trigger just in case there was something here he'd need to record for evidence. Meanwhile, he favored them with a friendly, perhaps even saucy smile, waiting to see what they had in mind.

 

[meomeo]

The Corvette's head swerved and its tires screeched as it pulled up to the left side of the pick-up. It was clear Paige wasn't used to navigating at such high speeds, or maybe she was just horribly distracted by what they were about to pull off...

Laurie had maneuvered herself so that she knelt sideways on the leather seat, with almost her whole upper body above and leaning over the car door. They were lucky no highway patrol was around. She looked up and made sure the driver was a guy. From his elevated angle he would have a good look at her: white dimpled smile, pony-tailed golden locks trailing in the wind, olive-colored complexion, dark brown Ray-Bans half-obscuring her eyes, a pale yellow low-cut tank with a red cursive 'CHERRY' over her chest, and faded cut-off denim jeans. No seatbelt, no bra. Uninhibited and reckless. If Laurie was nervous it didn't show at all.

Noise levels were deafening. The wind whooshing against her face, the engines, some kind of music playing inside the pick-up. It was because of this Laurie had to shout, with a tinge of a Mid-West drawling accent:

"Hey. Nice ride." A cheeky little grin on her half-hidden face. Laurie was just inviting trouble, so pumped full of adrenaline neither of them noticed the recorder. "But I bet it'll look better with a pair of these!"

Ten lime-green painted fingers grabbed the hem of her top. The next second the material was all bunched up at her collarbone. No bra indeed. Her smooth, taut 33Cs adorned with small light brown nipples bounced out with just a hint of a bikini tan line.

The timing of fate is impeccable. At that exact moment there was a bump on the road. Laurie hurriedly held onto the car door to save her own life. But the jolt also caused her boobs to jiggle violently. At the last second Laurie looked up to see the man's reaction.

Paige raised a hand in the air and shouted, "Woooooaah! YEAH!" She put her foot down and the Corvette shot forwards. Laurie would pull her top back down. And the guy would see Paige's brown-streaked curls and Laurie's blonde ponytail fluttering in the wind into the sunset.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

He was watching carefully, glancing every few seconds for just an instant ahead to make sure he wasn't wandering off the highway, and no threat of an on-coming car. She was shouting at him, her high pitched voice piercing the whine of the wind whipping by them as they sped down the road. It only took a few minutes for him to see his instincts had been right about what kind of mood the two girls were in.

He grinned widely at the passenger's display, relishing the sight of a nice pair of college girl tits at least as much as the next man. His grin was augmented with the knowledge that the whole show, short as it was, was being captured on his video cam. A few seconds later, the driver added her own shout of reckless fun and punched the Corvette to roar on past him. He watched as it settled back into the right lane and accelerated well beyond the speed limit, rapidly increasing the gap between them.

Safety was his first priority. He kept a steady speed while fixing the video cam back on the dash, where it could record the view when he had someone pulled over. Then he pulled the red flasher from below and put that behind the window on the dash as well. Certain that everything necessary was in place, he put both hands on the wheel and punched the pedal. His truck wasn't a sports car, but his supercharged HEMI engine roared in response, making his rear tires burn rubber as he set out in pursuit.

Now he was the one closing the gap. He wondered if the driver noticed his Ford coming up behind her, and recognized it as the car they'd just flashed and passed. He got within half a dozen car lengths of the Corvette and paced it for a minute, recording the reading on his own speedometer as further evidence. Then he pushed it to the max to draw up more closely behind her.

And then he hit the switch that sent his red light swiveling in a circle, making it flash with the unmistakable signal of a law enforcement car expecting his quarry to slow down and pull off the road.

 

[meomeo]

The engine rumbled. With all 350 horsepower unleashed, the coupe barreled down the highway, speed limits and noise pollution levels be damned. Paige and Laurie were having too much of a blast to give a hoot. It's great to be young.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Paige gushed with a gleeful smile. Even though she wasn't the one who had flashed, she can feel the adrenaline pumping through her body. The wholesome brunette was the older cousin and a self-confessed adrenaline junkie. Countless guys had been fooled by her wide puppy eyes and baby-faced good looks... yet she would often end up showing them how to live on the fast lane. She had on a white polo that fitted her youthful body like a glove and a shocking pink tiered miniskirt. A real head turner this chica.

"OH. MY. GOD." was all Laurie said in reply, blurting out the syllables one by one. The blonde was sucking in air, her chest heaving as she hyperventilated. The blast of cool air on her boobs had caused her nipples to harden and now they poked against her tank. She looked as if she had just experienced... well... an orgasm.

"Toldya it'd be fun." Her gleeful smile had been replaced with a smug one.

They shared a fit of giggles. And then a brief silence as they tried to catch their breaths.

"I'm starving. Stop for tacos?" Laurie piped up about a minute later.

"Yeah... I gotta pee any... what the fuck?" said the potty-mouthed-if-necessary Paige, for she had just became aware of the flashing red lights behind them, a universal sign if there ever was one.

Laurie turned and looked, it didn't take long for her to realize that... "Omigod, it's... it's... it's that truck!"

Over the next few seconds their pretty eyes nervously flicked from each others' shell-shocked faces, to the rear view mirror, to the side view mirror... and back to each others' faces again. There was only one thing to do. Paige eased on the brake and slowed the car down to a stop. The two young chatterboxes rendered speechless, for once.

The afternoon had just made a 180 degree turn for the worse.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Isaiah pulled up to a stop behind the girls in the Corvette, his mouth pursed in consideration. He could make this a quick bit of fun, or draw things out for a real fine time, he was thinking, and decided to push it as far as seemed likely, at least for now. He adjusted the badge that now hung over the lip of his shirt pocket and reached for his notebook and his hat as he opened the door and stepped out of his cab. His cowboy boots crunched on the shoulder gravel as he slowly approached the driver's side of the sportscar, stopping just a couple steps behind the door frame. He could see both girls staring back at him. The driver was wary, but seemed confident she could deal with this quickly and be on her way. The passenger, the one he'd enjoyed an intimate little peak at before, was having more trouble meeting his eyes, obviously recognizing him from before.

"Welcome to Braswell County, young ladies," he greeted them with a friendly lilt to his otherwise official sounding voice. "I'm deputy sheriff Sherwood. Miss, would you please take your keys out of the ignition and put them on the dashboard? And then I'd like to see your drivers license and auto registration, please." He nodded at the passenger. "Your i.d., too, Miss," he added. His notebook was open, and he seemed to be copying down the car's plate number as he waited for the driver to comply. He'd already run the plates on his cab computer, of course. No wants or warnings, but they didn't need to know that yet. He was also taking a look into the open back seat and floorboards. No telling what he might catch sight of. And nothing was there, and the circumstances looked right, he could arrange for something to be there anyway.

 

[meomeo]

"Welcome to Braswell County, young ladies,"

"G'day." Paige piqued up and smiled at the man, but if she had wanted to trivialize the situation she had failed horribly. Her voice came out squeakily, almost like that of a gullible schoolgirl caught redhanded. On the seat beside her, Laurie seemed transfixed by the stretch of road ahead, the emotions on her face hidden by her Ray-bans.

"I'm deputy sheriff Sherwood. Miss, would you please take your keys out of the ignition and put them on the dashboard? And then I'd like to see your drivers license and auto registration, please."

He would hear two soft but sharp intakes of breath. So they're in trouble now... official trouble. Paige wasted no time in killing the engine and tossing the keys onto the dashboard. "OK Sheriff. My purse's in the backseat. Can I go get it?" And if given permission, she'd twist her body to face the back, giving the officer a brief glimpse of her lower back and the crack of her bottom as her polo top stretched upwards. It has been a long time since Paige had behaved so well. She figured if the pair can keep it cool and get into his good graces... maybe they'll just get off with a speeding ticket. Something they can handle with no problem. That flash, it could be his own private little memory, couldn't it?

Her I.D. read Paige Roberts, just a few months short of her 21st birthday. A fulsome, all-American smile in her picture.

"Your i.d., too, Miss,"

Laurie pulled it out somewhere from the back of her shorts, the plastic card still warm from her body heat, and handed it to the man.

Laurie Albright, 2 weeks younger than her fellow traveler.

Her movements were all very quick and abrupt, and her lips quivered as if she had something to say... From his position the officer can see right down her low-cut top, the rise of her creamy young breasts in full display... but it's not like Sheriff Sherwood hadn't seen everything worth looking under that top already. Finally she blurted out, when he was taking down notes...

"I"m sorry we shouldn't have done it please please we promise it won't happen again." She started to become quite agitated with her gestures. "It was just a bit of fun... everything back there..." she rambled on.

So there went Paige's plan.