On The Road Again - Chapter 32

“What?!” Isla blurted out in horror, then blushing a shade of red brighter than any of her accidents have caused her thus far.

“That’s kinda gross, Ken,” Jill said in support of Isla.

“No, I’m not making excuses. We’ve been through too much, and Isla, I’ve been protective over your little flower for so long, but now you deserve some dick,” Kennedy continued.

“I don’t want some dick,” Isla relented. “I just wanna hang out with you guys and enjoy our time together!”

“I told you,” Heather said to Kennedy. “I don’t know why you are trying so hard.”

“Because she deserves it! I mean, look at you, babe. You’re adorable. Your tits are huge, your ass is fat, you're curvy and fit, and it’s honestly a crime you haven’t been laid yet.”

“You’re sounding like a dude right now,” Jill pointed out.

“I don’t care how I sound. This has become my life's purpose now. I’ve laid the groundwork anyways, so please just go along?”

“No! This is gross, and she’s not going to just put out because some guy is nearby and willing to fuck her,” Jill argued.

“Peter isn’t just ‘some guy,’ he’s handsome, smart. I’d have let him do whatever he wants to me,” Kennedy chuckled, resulting in a collective groan. “But, regrettably, he’s into you. And guess what? He’s going to your school Isla.”

“He is?” Isla asked. Jill went quiet.

“Yep. All of them, actually. So annoying. He’s been there a year already; he even offered to show you around campus when you get there!” Kennedy added.

“That’s nice,” Isla paused. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with him.”

“Okay, okay, fine. Maybe I came on a bit strong. Look, I’ve been talking you up, and I said you liked him. Let’s just see what happens!”

“Why did you have to say that? It makes it so weird!” Isla groaned.

“Let’s. Just. See. What. Happens!” Kennedy chanted and turned up the music in the car. Isla rolled her eyes and looked out the window. Jill looked over to Isla, took a deep breath, sat back in her seat, and pulled out her phone. She could tell Isla was uncomfortable. Isla ground her teeth as she thought of all the things she could’ve said to Kennedy. How she may have had sex with a guy before if Kennedy didn’t interfere too much. If she didn’t pick them apart to the point of disinterest or divert them into her direction. Isla wanted to say it, but she couldn’t; she didn’t want to start a big fight.

Suddenly, Isla felt the vibrator activate in her pull-up. She instinctively bit her lip and pushed her legs together, being careful to suppress the vocalization of pleasure. Her gaze dashed to Jill, who was looking out the window with the phone in her hand, a sly smirk on the corner of her lips. Jill’s thumb increased to vibration through the dial on her phone, and Isla sat forward in her seat.

Kennedy noticed Isla’s movements in her rear-view mirror and raised an eyebrow.

“You okay?” She asked. “You’re not gonna throw up in my car, are you?”

“I’m fine,” Isla sat up and tried to put on a natural face. Kennedy turned back to glance at Isla and saw her pose. Upright, cheeks flush, legs tight together and a hand between her thigh.

“You have to pee?” Kennedy asked.

“She’s fine,” Heather added. Jill stopped the buzzing and shot Heather a look. Heather quickly realized and looked out the passenger window to avoid a follow-up question.

“No, I’m okay,” Isla replied after composing herself once the vibration stopped.

“Alright, well, we’re only like fifteen minutes away, so I’m sure you can hold it till then.”

Isla gave Jill a look to say, ‘that was close,’ and Jill put her phone away.

When they finally arrived at the carnival parking lot, Isla was pleasantly surprised by how well-established the carnival was. In her head, she imagined some drab, small-town barn carnival, but it was substantially large with a magical, classic carnival feel to it. Isla looked at Jill after stepping out of the car and smiled widely before linking arms with her and skipping eagerly towards the entrance.

“Careful of your skirt!” Jill said in a hushed chuckle. Isla blushed and stopped jumping so high but still kept her pace up.

“At least pretend like I’m still your best friend!” Kennedy said, partially sarcastically, as Jill and Isla created a distance. Heather linked arms with Kennedy and tried to hold back a laugh, and Kennedy just rolled her eyes and brushed Heather off to Heather's glee.

“Hey!” Jill and Isla heard a man’s voice in the distance. When they turned to look, they saw Peter waving and running towards them. Jill and Isla stopped, and Isla waved back. Jill looked over at Isla, expecting to meet her gaze and share an eye roll, but Isla smiled at Peter and locked eyes with him.

“Hey,” Peter said again as he caught up with Jill and Isla.

“Hey,” Isla said. They stared at each other for a moment before Peter snapped back to reality.

“Oh, so hey, about last night. I felt terrible about what happened and-” Peter started saying to Jill.

“It wasn’t you’re fault,”  Jill cut him off. “Kennedy just got a little out of hand.”

“Out of hand is putting it lightly. What a bitch,” he said, looking over Jill’s shoulder to the approaching Kennedy and Heather. “Sorry, I know that’s your sister and your friend.”

“No, don’t worry. She was a bitch. But really, don’t worry about it. Isla and I had a great night once we got home,” Jill said, reaching for her phone. “Right Isla?”

Jill started the low vibration, and Isla clenched up. “Uh-huh!” She managed to get out over the soft sound of buzzing from her pull-up.

“Oh yeah? That’s good to hear,” Peter replied, oblivious to the reaction. Isla widened her eyes at Jill to get her to stop, and after a soft chuckle, Jill relented.

“I’m surprised you even wanted to hang out with us again after everything,” Isla said.

“Well, I had to see you again,” Peter said to Isla, blushing and awkwardly clearing his throat after. Jill rolled her eyes, and for the first time all trip, she was happy when Kennedy caught up with them.

“Hey Peter!” Kennedy called out.

“Hey!” Peter replied awkwardly. “The other guys are inside, and I already got your tickets. Shall we?”

“That’s very kind!” Kennedy replied, louder than necessary. “We shall!”

Kennedy took the lead, and Heather followed. Isla finally unlinked her arm with Jill and walked alongside Peter.

“How much were the tickets? I can pay you back,” Isla offered. Peter chuckled.

“You’re sweet, but don’t worry about it. My treat,” Peter replied.

“No, really, I feel bad!”

“Please, Isla, it’s fine.”

Jill put her thumb to her phone screen and shot the vibration to full blast, annoyed with all the gushing. Isla let out a high-pitched yelp, stopped, and buckled over. Peter grabbed her arm in shock.

“Are you alright?” he asked. Jill held the vibration for a second before finally letting up. Isla let out a heavy gasp, recovered herself, and then looked up at Peter.

“I’m fine, sorry about that,” Isla blushed.

“Cramps,’ Jill added. “She gets them pretty bad. Might happen from time to time.”

Isla looked up, offended by the contribution. Peter’s eyes widened awkwardly.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?” Peter asked. Isla shook her head, smiled and continued walking.

“Peter! Tickets!” Kennedy called from ahead; she and Heather had already arrived at the entrance.

“Right!” Peter said and ran ahead, leaving Jill and Isla alone for a moment.

“What the hell was that?” Isla asked, quietly annoyed.

“What? I covered for you. Now, whenever you react to the vibrator, he thinks it's cramps! And, you have an excuse out of sex!” Jill explained her reasoning, but Isla still seemed annoyed. “What?” Jill continued. “We’re gonna have fun, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” Isla replied, but Jill didn’t completely buy it. They walked to the entrance in silence, and when they finally arrived, Kennedy couldn't help herself in front of Peter.

“So Jill, I asked, and they said they have bathrooms all over the place, but if you pee yourself on a ride, you have to leave.”

“Ha Ha,” Jill responded. “Did you tell Peter how you wet the bed last night?”

Kennedy blushed, and Peter laughed.

“Guess it runs in the family,” he joked. “Sorry, too soon?”

Jill couldn’t help but be annoyed that Isla laughed at his joke, so she gave her another quick jolt of vibration. This time, Isla managed to maintain composure, only freezing up and biting her lip.

“Pizza place is over there; my friends are already there. Who’s hungry?” Peter said as they entered the Carnival.

“Starving,” Heather replied, increasing her pace towards Peter’s directions. Jill let the vibrations sit at a soft hum, and Isla managed to take a few steps forwards, but suddenly, her balance failed, and she had to use a nearby post to support herself. Peter once again ran to her support, and just as he grabbed her arm, Isla came in her pull-up.

She trembled and groaned, doing her best to suppress her pleasure, but the slow, constant vibration kept her orgasming. Her diaper dampened from her wetness, and after she was finally able to look up and make eye contact with Jill, Jill stopped the vibrator.

“Geez, that looked painful,” Peter said in sympathy.

“You have no idea.”