**Frank Bradley is a single father who works long hours to keep Ball n' Holes, a part miniature golf and Bowling alley hangout in business. Considering raising his sixteen-year-old daughter Danielle to adulthood as his primary goal in life, he hasn't thought about much else except keeping a stable income. So when Danielle's friend from Percy High School, eighteen-year-old Kelly Ridgley suddenly enters his black mustang convertible, he's taken for a ride he never thought possible. The cheerleader's games with “Mr. B” continue to distract him from the road and if he doesn't find a solution, then it may be more than himself involved in the car wreck. Kelly is in the driver's seat, on a crash course with her sexual identity. It just may be up to “Mr. B” to look up from the rear view mirror to drive her there.** 

“Thanks for picking us up Dad!” called out an athletic honey blonde girl.

Danielle hurriedly paced toward the sidewalk of a busy one lane road, leaving from a wide grassy track and field area, flanked at each of her sides by two other youthful girls. Various people could be seen busying themselves on the field in the outlying distance behind them. 

Leaning his waist against the single wide passenger side door of a polished black mustang convertible that was parked alongside the yellow painted curbside, towered a broad-shouldered middle-aged man with thinned brown hair. There was gray on the outside fringes of his shortened business styled haircut, tracing the edges as his hair traveled atop a square brow and around broad, widened ears. 

It was three weeks into September yet the humidity was still causing Frank Bradley's toned body to sweat through his lightened blue buttoned down dress shirt. He had already removed his tie, freeing the button on his restraining neck collar as well as releasing the next two declining buttons of the sharp blue shirt to reveal his white cotton undershirt that clung to the tanned skin of his neck.

Frank's neck swiveled upwards, glancing toward the running girls. Straightening himself, he pushed away from the car door while his daughter jogged up toward him, the others strictly following her lead.

“Hello girls,” he greeted with a patiently inviting wave, "How was your practice?”

“Eeeehh. It was okay,” Danielle's loud tone slightly deviated while she spoke, ”The coach kept talking about team strategies so we didn't even get onto the field until about a half hour into practice.”

Frank Bradley presented his daughter with a gentle smile while he looked her over. Danielle had the stature of an athlete: broad in her shoulders and in her hips. The crimson and white sports jersey's shortened sleeves loosely exposed cream colored muscular arms while her crimson jersey shorts displayed strong, pale, athletic legs. Danielle was still a head length shorter than him by comparison, an attribute Frank hoped would stay that way. In her right-handed grip was a dirt-caked lacrosse stick, while her left shouldered a large green gym bag.

The female friend to Danielle's left wore a matching sports uniform. The white jerseys had short crimson sleeves that lay stitched from the tops of their shoulders halfway down to the elbows, matching the color of the crimson jersey shorts that loosely clung mid length across their waists. Both girls wore white, dirtied sneakers with crimson shin-high socks. The jerseys sported dark red numbers across the backs, spelling out the last names of each player they belonged to. Across the front torso, large crimson letters spelled out neatly against the white fabric background, identifying the team name: "Percy High Cavaliers”.

Danielle's teammate was about two inches shorter than his daughter, comparatively. Frank was familiar with Amy, who's black hair was shortly tucked about her ears, neatly matted against a broad youthful face that was unmistakably Asian. She was thinner in stature and paler in skin compared to Danielle. Her left hand also tightened around her own lacrosse stick while her right arm shouldered a sturdy black bookbag. Quietly standing straight, she patiently waited on the sidewalk.

“Well you can't win unless you have a game plan, right?” asked Frank as he eyed them all, stopping briefly to give a bit of attention to the strange girl at Danielle's right.

She was a person Frank had never met before. The cheerleader was a good three inches taller than Danielle and was gifted with a smooth creamy face. Neatly round, amber colored eyes watched him from underneath shoulder length chestnut hair. Her brightened expressions reflected a youthful invigorated appearance.  Unlike the loose fitting sports jerseys, she instead wore a two piece red and crimson cheer-leading outfit that hugged her slim shoulders and smoothly rounded hips.

Atop the deep crimson colored halter top traced a white seam neckline that crossed from one inch wide straps resting atop each tanned collarbone. The neckline declined gently into a “V” pattern from either side, joining up just above a sharply rising chest. Nakedly round creamy tanned shoulders softly traveled down hairless arms into slender elbows that were bent into crossing arms, neatly pressing up against the white stitched letters spelling out the “Cavaliers” team name stretching sharply against spherical rounding cloth. 

The crimson halter top declined into a narrowing waistline, stopping at a bottom white hem that circled neatly around revealed creamy-tan flesh, crossing just below the bottom of her flat tanned stomach. A centimeter below, the waistband of a matching crimson pleated skirt gripped onto her hips tightly. Each stitched fold of the cheer-leading skirt was colored by a narrow white stripe that declined downward into a white hemline that loosely hung midway across tanned, curved thighs.     

Frank took a few moments to observe the girl before moving his attention towards his pockets. He took a few steps toward to the back of his convertible while his roughened hands fumbled for his keys. He singled them out from the right pocket of his casual, slate gray colored business pants and searched for the appropriate key, slipping the teeth into the trunk lock. A click was heard and then Frank lifted the trunk door open. 

Danielle and Amy both waited as Frank sighed as he looked inside the small compartment. He bent over and shoved a heavy cardboard box filled with important looking documents towards the back of the trunk to make room for the girl's bags and equipment.

“More paperwork Dad?” Danielle asked as she spied into the heavy box of papers.

“Of course,” Frank sighed knowingly at his daughter as he palmed the top of the trunk lid with his left hand and then taking a step backward to allow the girls to drop their belongings inside. ”Sometimes I just wish the business would keep running on its own.”

Both Danielle and Amy stepped off the curb towards the back of the mustang and took turns placing their sticks and bags into the trunk. When they finished, Frank pushed down upon the heated, smooth blackened aluminum with his left hand, shutting the trunk with a muffled clunk. Then he pivoted on his left heel, intending to round the back of the car towards the driver's side of the convertible. Danielle suddenly called out to him.

“Dad, I want you to meet my friend Kelly Ridgley,” Danielle introduced as she motioned to the tall, chestnut haired cheerleader who had been standing there silently, watching them all from the curbside.

Frank stopped and craned his neck to give the stranger a warm, greeting smile. Given the chance to observe her more fully, he realized that her features were a bit more adult than that of the two lacrosse players. She was taller than most high school girls. Circular round amber eyes, lightly decorated with a hint of purple shaded mascara focused onto his own. The bridge of her nose was small in length with a rounded petite shape. Softly applied shades of blush on her cheeks complimented her white but lightly tanned skin. Rose colored lipstick lay neatly applied within the traces of her lips, softly contrasting Kelly's small curved chin.

“Nice to meet you, Kelly,” Frank greeted with a simple nod.

The girl's lips simply curved into a small smile as she pulled her right hand away from her chest, slender right fingers performing a nervous single waving motion.

“Hello,” a feathery voice responded. 

Frank's gaze diverted briefly to her hips, observing the crimson pleated skirt which gently swayed up against her developed tanned thighs. His vision declined downwards along the curvy flesh, across her symmetrically rounded knees to Kelly's white ankle socks and sneakers. He briefly shot his attention back to her youthful face, giving her a polite smile before turning his neck towards the driver's side of the car.

“Dad, could you please do her a favor?” his daughter suddenly asked quickly.

Frank paused at Danielle's question and then peered back at her, observing his daughter's face proudly. Danielle had received much of her mother's physical features but had been gifted with a larger bridged nose and flat forehead from him. Faint freckles spread out from her nose across rounded cheeks and her shoulder-length honey blond hair, though mostly banded up into a loose ponytail, roughly hung about her round ears. Those widened hazel eyes now locked onto him with a pleading expression Frank only knew too well.

“Danie, I will be perfectly fine,” a feathery voice interrupted as the cheerleader placed her hands up, ”I told you that you did not have to ask. I will be okay.”

Frank stole a moment to observe Kelly more closely. His eyes inadvertently took notice of the two newly released spheres that pushed against the letters of the cheerleader's crimson halter top. The uniform had tightened against the rising circles of flesh, tautly pushing around their peaks to sink about their round perimeters. 

Frank blinked away, inwardly chastising himself from checking out a school girl's developed chest. He snapped his head back to his daughter, who presently had been speaking silently worded sentences towards Kelly.

“But what are you gonna do?” she blurted aloud at Kelly, then turned to her father fretfully, ”Dad, she's stuck here at school! Her brother got called into his work and her mom won't be able to leave her job until eight o' clock at the least.”

Frank sighed, his vision stopping upon each of the young ladies' faces. Now they were all watching him, waiting to hear what he would say.

“Danielle,” Frank inwardly sighed and then gave his daughter a slight frown, ”you know I don't have a lot of time to drive you or your friends around.”

He moved his gaze up at the yellowing sky, taking a brief moment to stare at the sun before making the decision. It was the third week of September yet already the sun was starting to set a little earlier. The sounds of traffic passing along the street and of distant students talking to each other as they moved about the sports field filled in the silence. He thought to himself that it would be irresponsible of him to leave a young girl waiting around the school by herself.

The girls' faces all started to show signs of worried disappointment but Frank smiled as he reached out his right hand to pat his daughter on the left shoulder in consolation. His soft expression seemed to instill her with a sense of comfort.

“It's alright this time, though. I agree that I don't want her to be stuck here, so I'll drive your new friend to wherever she needs to go,” he agreed.

Danielle's face spread into a wide grin. She whipped her face toward Kelly with a relieved nod. A flush of relief suddenly appeared on Kelly's face as she loosed her own wide smile. Amy's small but petite eyes quietly reflected her appreciation.

“Kelly, is it?” asked Frank as the girl moved her white sneakers toward the other side of the vehicle, ”You'll have to give me some directions.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bradley,” Kelly directly spoke to Frank in a faint feathery voice as she drew round amber eyes upon him, giving him a smile that showed off perfectly white straightened teeth.

Frank lifted the sleek handle of the driver's side door and then leaned inside to angle the cream colored, leather front seat of the vehicle forward. He stood straight up and then took a step back to allow room for one of the girls to climb onto the back of the cream colored passenger seats. 

Danielle, however, had retreated from her father's side, already having sprinted around the back of the vehicle. She joined Kelly at the passenger door, pulling at the handle of the two-door black convertible. Leaning in, she quickly pushed the back portion of the front leather passenger seat forward. She spun around on her heels to face her friend.

“Why don't you ride in the front, Kelly?” Danielle thought aloud,” You can give Dad better directions from up there.”

“Can't he just use the GPS on his phone?” Amy spoke her first words of the day.

Danielle straightened her posture, placing the back of her right fist onto the waistband of her crimson shorts, so as to give Amy an amused look across the top of the rough black leather roof, ”Well, he's kinda getting old, so I'm not sure he knows how to use a cellphone.”

“Hey there!” Frank found himself laughing as Amy squeezed past him so that she could settle into the back,” I agree that I may be getting up there but I can understand instant messaging.”

Giggles emanated from the around the car as the lacrosse players settled themselves comfortably on the back seats. Frank clicked the driver side seat back into its proper position and then sunk into the driver's seat behind the black leather steering wheel of the car. Then he brought his right arm over to palm the passenger side seat's backrest so that it settled into the proper upright position.

Looking out the passenger side, he watched as Kelly slightly bent forward to peer about the inside the vehicle. Her breasts softly rolled, pushing deeply into the crimson halter top. She rotated, raising her left white tennis shoe onto the creamy floor of the car and hunched downward, sliding herself comfortably onto the cream, leather seat. Her pleated crimson cheer-leading skirt caught upon the sleek surface of the leather seat as she pushed against it with her left leg, jostling the bottom seam so as to raise it ever so slightly up the top of her left, curvy thigh.

Frank's vision paused on the inclining hem, her thigh focusing more into his view. He started to unwillingly inspect them.  Her legs were a gentle shade of tan, with no noticeable hairs along their smooth but firm surface. Curved shins gently outlined vertically towards the floor from softly jointed knees into white ankle socks that matched her cleaned, white tennis shoes.

Frank traced the skin around her knees as they bent around the edge of the seat, forming into hairless thighs that traveled upwards into a fuller arc. Growing slightly wider in circumference as they traveled upwards, both legs crept up closer together, the thighs sneaking into the crimson and white folds of the cheer-leading skirt. 

As Kelly settled in, her hands flattened on the top of her lap, straightening the skirt's fabric, sending the edge of the seam to back downwards a centimeter. Frank blinked, forcing his eyesight to focus elsewhere though he couldn't ignore the slight elevation of his blood pressure.

Kelly crooked her head to smile at Frank but then started to glance about the inside of the vehicle. Frank saw her eyelids widen a bit as she drew her head back slightly in surprise. 

The convertible's dashboard was wide and easy to read. Each instrument in the car clearly displayed in a white a wide circle of numbers against a midnight black background, with red needles pointing to the current reading. Both of the front seats were separated by a black spherical shift stick for changing the car's gears and a radio positioned above it shown off an LED monitor display, showing the convertible's current tuned radio station as well as the outside temperature and Bluetooth phone support. USB ports lay underneath the radio's LED monitor.

“This is a really nice car, Mr. Bradley,” she complimented in her feathery voice.

“Thank you, Kelly,” Frank felt a surge of pride at the girl's reactionary compliment as he glanced sideways at her youthful face, ”I picked her up last spring. It was extremely hard to find one of this color.”

“Yeah but Dad won't let me drive it,” Danielle's head appeared between the narrow space separating the front seats, gripping each of them by the shoulder pads so as to better involve herself into the conversation, ”even though I have my learners.”

Frank tilted his head backward and met his daughter's face with a stern gaze.

“The only person that is getting behind the wheel of this car is me. Once you're a full-fledged driver, we'll see about getting you your own vehicle but until then you'll have to settle for me or Mrs. Yin to drive you around,” Frank informed.

“I know, I know,” Danielle's tone grew into one of frustration as she crossed her arms and flopped backward into her seat. ”It still sucks not to be able to drive.”

Frank understood her impatience on the matter but knew he had to remain adamant. He considered driving to be a very large responsibility so it was important for him to teach Danielle to be serious about it. 

To his surprise, though, Kelly had something to add to the conversation.

“Stick shifts can be a bit more complicated to drive,  Danie,” she explained in her soft feathery voice,” and usually with Driver's Ed, they use automatic vehicles to teach newer drivers.”

“I mean, so?!” Danielle shrugged, as she lay her back against the seat,” Stick shift. Automatic. Whatever. Just let me drive.”

“But you do, drive Danielle,” Amy interjected and then paused to emphasize, "us, crazy.”

Frank broke into laughter while Kelly giggled. Danielle couldn't help but smile too as she shook her head at Amy. He pivoted his gaze back toward the young female sitting next to him. 

Frank shot her a thankful smile nodding in silent appreciation toward Kelly. His warm expression caused her nervousness to subside, which made her curved, tanned shoulders sink back into the seat. She allowed her hands to loosely lay atop her lap.

“Have you ever driven a stick shift Kelly?” he politely asked her.

She nodded at him openly, "Oh yes, Mr. Bradley. My brother owns a Jeep so he lets me drive it on the days he is not using it. But –” The corners of her rosy red lipstick curved slightly downwards, ”that's not very often.”

Frank smiled at her again and then ordered everyone to buckle up as he placed the key into the ignition. He revved up his mustang, proudly listening to the engine turning with smooth precision. Then glancing over, he again took notice of Kelly's actions, watching her pull the seat belt across her halter top. She fingered the cream strap across her front where it diagonally pushed into the top hill of her right breast, twisting it around it to press the uniform underneath its twin. As Kelly worked to click the belt into place, she inadvertently rocked her right thigh to the right, pulling the creamy skin up from the seat. The thigh jostled the thin fabric of the skirt, making the edge slip upwards along the tops of the skin. An intimate part of her inner right thigh was slowly emerging into view. 

Frank cursed himself inwardly, realizing what he was doing. He allowed himself to admit that Kelly had some extremely developed adult body features. That didn't matter, though. She was a stranger in his car and she was young enough to still be in high school. More importantly, she was a friend of Danielle's. He needed to stop himself from stealing peeks at her creamy thighs.

He cleared his throat and then peered straight ahead at the front windshield, briefly asking, “So, where are we going?”

“You will have to drive straight ahead until you reach Pine Road, Mr. Bradley. Then you will have to turn left,” he heard Kelly's feathered voice inform.

Frank heard Danielle and Amy starting to talk among themselves about the day's classes. He glanced down at the stick shift near his roughened right fingers, intending to switch the car into drive. As he did so, his eyes caught onto Kelly's soft left knee that rested precariously close beside it. Gripping the gear shift, he pulled the lever into drive and then commanded his vision to pay attention to the road, waiting for an opportunity to weave into traffic.

“Have you been on the cheer squad long, Kelly?” Frank asked nonchalantly as he glanced at Kelly's fresh face. 

Her wavy chestnut-colored hair lightly floated as she swiveled her amber eyes to Frank's face. She gave her full attention when she spoke.

“Oh yes, Mr. Bradley,” she answered with her feathery tone, ”I joined the Cavaliers as a Sophomore and have been practicing the routines ever since.”

“Kelly is a senior, so she should be the team captain,” Danielle's familiar voice interjected, ”But Allison is more popular so of course she was the one who got voted in for the job.”

“Allison is very capable of doing a splendid job,” Kelly voiced back immediately.

“Even though she joined as a Junior last year? You're the one who has come up with most of the squad's routines, right? Come on Kelly,” Danielle argued back.

“I am fine with it, Danie,” Kelly's voice seemed to reflect some harsher tones as she twisted her waist to better look at the person sitting directly behind her.

Kelly swiveled her left knee towards Frank, her left thigh catching more of the skirt's loose fabric between the seat. The space between her legs widened slightly as the skirt stretched taut along the tops of her thighs. Angled away from each other, Frank was allowed to peep under the taut seam at more personal portions of her inner right thigh. The skin faded into more creamy sections as the flesh rose higher, fleshing into a more curvy arc that pressed softly into the seat.

“But you're the Senior member, right? I mean, it is practically your job. I thought that it was something that you wanted,” Danielle continued.

“It is not something that I can control,” Kelly responded.

Frank had managed to reach the intersection at Pine, listening in on the conversation. He had to glance down at the stick shift to place the car in gear so as to slow down for the changing yellow light. Again, Kelly's left knee appeared at the corner of his view.

His eyesight shifted from the top of Kelly's left knee, traveling up the front of her tanned thigh to the skirt's edge. The pinned dress still remained tautly wrapped around the soft skin of the thigh. Frank traced the hemline as it sharply cut horizontally against the inviting flesh.

“You should stop nagging Kelly about it. Complaining won't solve anything,” Amy interjected.

Kelly sighed and then shifted her weight. She started to settle back, again rotating her right knee towards the passenger side door. Her cheerleading skirt's already pinned fabric held the taut seam in place as her right leg pushed further away, forcing the loose hem atop it to jostle even further up. Revealed to Frank were even higher creamy sections of her right inner thigh. The hem was mere centimeters below her crease. Her right leg gently settled down against the seat unknowingly keeping the right, inner thigh skin exposed.

Frank's heart started to beat faster as he felt the tingling stirring between his own legs. He could clearly see the whole side of her upper right thigh from inside the skirt, as it's curve pressed against the leather upholstery. A question started to surface in his brain as he continuously peeped at the exposed area. He had thought – expected to at least notice a revealed portion of clothing should her uniform uninhibitedly shown anything more than it should. The school must have required their students to wear a pair of gym shorts. Or maybe some bloomers. But all that was there was creamy naked thigh skin. If only the seam had inched up just a bit more so as to answer his unspoken question. 

Kelly turned her attention to the roadway, unaware she was showing her chauffeur a rather intimate portion of her right leg. When she glanced out the windshield, her mind suddenly became curious as to why Danielle's father hadn't realized that the traffic light before them had turned green.

“Mr. Bradley,” she softly called out as she rotated her neck, directing her chin toward his face.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied him quickly rotate his eyesight upwards to her face whereupon they both met each other's gaze. His jaw muscles clenched together.

“The light's green Dad,” Danielle announced. 

Frank cursed himself inwardly, tore his eyes away from what looked like a puzzled Kelly and stepped onto the gas pedal. Now he was really upset with himself. He had no business allowing himself to become distracted by this young girl's exposed skin. When he heard Danielle mumble something about irony when it came to driving, he silently agreed with her.

Kelly, however, kept her eyes fixed on the man in the driver's seat, taking the moments to absorb in his masculine features. His physique portrayed broad shoulders and a strong waist though flatly lean at the stomach. The blue dress shirt that he wore still had several spots of sweat decorating a widened, flattened chest. Casual, slate gray, business pants hid most of his features below but through his clothes, her impressions of his physique made her believe he was stronger than most people. 

Her watchful eyes crept up to his revealed neckline. The tanned broad neck traveled up into an experienced face, square at the jaw and broad at the brow. Although his hair was graying at the rounded edges on his ears it still kept his natural, rich brown. Stubble adorned his cheeks and chin, making his jawline appear darker underneath his large bridged nose. A thin aroma of sweat emanated from him.

Curiosity continued to play through her mind as she kept her eyes on Danielle's father.  She swiveled her eyesight downwards, searching for what might have piqued his interest. First, they settled first onto the gear shift next to her left knee. It was round and shiny, but otherwise uninteresting. She decided after inspecting it, that it wasn't quite what he had been staring at.

“Alright, so what's the next street Kelly?” Frank asked her, talking straight into the windshield.

She floated her gaze up at him. To her, his jawline appeared seemingly tensed while watching the traffic. 

“ Please make a left on Fernwood Drive, Mr. Bradley,” Kelly's feathery voice floated.

She pivoted her vision downwards again, slowly scanning the floor of the Mustang. She could see nothing on the cream floor, as it was practically spotless. She decided he hadn't been looking around there either.

Her eyes inched downwards to the tops of her white laced tennis shoes in between her parted knees. She focused upon the tops of her own thighs and on the loose cheer-leading skirt that she now came to realize had crawled up a little too highly around her right leg.

She swiveled her eyes back upon the man. He fingers were gripping onto the steering wheel with both hands. A little too tightly.

The corners of her rosy lipstick raised ever so slightly.

She placed her hands on the skirt's fabric and then spread her fingers completely outwards, leaving the seam of her skirt right where it was. Slowly she began pivoting her left knee closer towards the gear shift. She felt the skirt restrain itself against the skin of her left thigh as it tried to force the hemline upwards. Taking a small baited breath, she then began to wait. 

Carefully, she glanced back to see if her friends were paying any sort of attention to the front. The younger girls were engaged in small conversations with each other, too busy to pay attention to anything else. Amy caught her eye from her diagonal position, so Kelly gave her a small smile and then quickly swiveled her amber eyes back onto Danielle's father.

The mustang slowed and then came to a stop behind a few vehicles delayed by a red traffic light. Kelly kept patient. She was watching Frank switching his attention down to the gear shift, briefly stopping his hand to avoid touching her left knee. He grasped at the handle carefully but his face stayed fixed upon her knee. Her eyes watched him as he briefly moved the handle, careful to avoid touching her skin. His stare though did not lift from it.

Frank's eyes stole another upwards glance inside the skirt's taut fabric. still remaining fully exposed to his vision, her inner right thigh skin crept invitingly up into her skirt. 

Kelly immediately pushed her right knee towards the passenger door in the next instant, widening the space further between her legs. The hemline jostled as more of her right inner thigh widened out from under the fabric. She watched Frank's eyes bulge as she pushed the thigh, forcing more her intimate skin to show itself.

Frank swallowed hard as his heart suddenly fluttered, his member beginning to straighten as more creamy skin rushed out. The thigh widened just enough to allow him to see it's highest portions, the intimate flesh bordering into a very personal crease. The hemline retreated upwards, allowing him to glimpse a flash of pink nestled against it. Guilt poured over him as he quickly darted his eyes up to Kelly's smooth face, and then a shocking jolt that shot straight through his back as he became aware of Kelly's intense stare. She had it locked straight onto his face.

Frank's mouth went dry as he tried to swallow away a heavy guilt. He geared the car into drive and then proceeded through the green light. Breathing heavily, he palmed his face with his right hand, rubbing his stubble with anxiety. 

Frank knew that she had caught him peeking. What was going to happen now? Was she going to start screaming or crying? Would she start telling everyone in the car what he had been doing? What would Danielle say? A horrible sinking feeling came to the pit of his stomach.

Several minutes passed by as he continued driving, sweat continuously beading on his face, with images of the thigh creeping into his brain. Revealed inner skin high enough to border a personal pink seam. 

Inwardly, he yelled at himself. He had no business as an adult trying to peek at a high school girl's panties. He viewed the traffic in front of his car, trying to think about what he should say or do.

Nothing else had happened. The girls in the back were chatting happily, unaware of what was proceeding in the front. Kelly was staying silent.

There was another red light. Frank was forced to focus his eyes downward to changed gears again. Kelly's knee was now near close to touching the handle. Carefully, slowly he brought his hand down, curling his fingers around the shift to switch gears. He wondered if Kelly was even aware of how close her knee was positioned there. Perhaps she didn't even know that anything was happening.

Kelly's smiled turned crooked. She purposefully swiveled her left knee, lightly tapping her soft skin against the back of his hand. Frank's roughened skin relayed an extreme feeling of warmed softness rubbing against the back of his palm. 

He quickly pulled his hand away from the handle as the warm feeling dissipated, shooting an apologetic look onto Kelly's face. Her eyes were still locked onto his features, staring directly at him with an extremely fierce gaze. Her small smile started to spread wider on her lips for the few brief seconds their eyes talked. Then Frank watched her pupils swivel downwards counterclockwise.

He couldn't help but follow them to where they were going. Again his vision was brought to the smooth circular tan thighs that belonged to Kelly. Intimate, full thigh skin still remained exposed for him to see. 

Slowly, the slender fingertips laying flat atop of the taut pleated crimson skirt started to curl inwards, digging her rosy glossed fingernails into the pleats. She dragged the fabric into a clenched ball, raising the hemline of the skirt even higher! The top hem of the skirt was retreating upwards,  forcefully tugging up the front of her thighs! Frank's penis became rock hard as the highest parts of her legs were slowly seeping into his view. He felt a deep yearning tug at him from within as he tightened his own leg muscles together. 

Kelly's hands tightened into small fists as she bent her wrists forward. Her hands then dragged themselves upwards, bringing with them the clenched crimson fabric. The seams slipped up the top of her legs, showing Frank all of the top sections of her hairless skin.

He felt his mouth grow dry as he shot an open-mouthed gaze at her face. Her eyes were still locked onto his. She silently folded the corners of her mouth into an even wider grin.

Frank realized then she was doing this on purpose.

Frank glanced at the road as his mind started to blink hurried thoughts.
  
What was this situation? How was this even happening? He couldn't help but keep glancing at her exposed legs between the times he needed to keep the car moving straight along the road.

He looked upon the whole length of each curved hairless thigh. Kelly had dragged the seam of her skirt so high that it was now a folded mess atop her lap, the seams draped right where the front of her thighs met up with her waist. Most of the folds lay nestled atop her lap, a section of skirt loosely dropping into the opened valley between the highest parts of her creamy, intimate thighs. The seam couldn't reach the seat however and Frank could view a teeny glimpse of pink silk hugging a faintly soft hill indented into his seat. His eyes traced the skirt's line as it flowed up her right thigh's intimate crease that joined the skin leading into her more personal area.

He needed a chance to breathe, a chance to escape this situation. He chanced a peek in the rearview mirror, hoping that Danielle or Amy hadn't noticed what was going on in the front seats. A quick deep breath of relief escaped him as they both spoke to each other in involved conversation.

Traffic was starting to slow on the road. Gripped the steering wheel tightly, his rough skin felt contained inside of his work clothes. His penis was stretching out, speaking of dirty thoughts. Frank knew that he needed to get this girl out of the car. He needed to do that before things escalated to an even more awkward situation. He needed to take another peek at those thighs.

He glanced down again atop the whole of her legs. Kelly's eyes watching him, she inched her left knee toward herself as he did so, tilting her leg inwardly so he could better view the outside curves closest to him. Her left fingernails tugged at the outside seam of her skirt, folding it more up the side of the tanned thigh. The leg slightly raised off the seat, the back part of her skin rising enough to reveal the faint vestiges of a crease separating her back thigh as it met with the beginnings of an invitingly fleshy circled rear. 

She titled her waist slightly right, giving him a glimpse of a pink silk seam trapped between her leg and the seat. It traced along the bottom crease of the cheek as it emerged from under the yanked up hem. 

Frank's penis throbbed as he took a peek at her exposed pink underwear. Thoughts of pushing his hand against the flat of his pants came into mind but he knew he had to ignore the increasingly dull pulsating ache throbbing inside the confines.

“Jeez, traffic sucks today,” Danielle blindly commented out loud.

Frank coughed as Kelly's left leg settled back down onto the seat, concealing the pink pantie line. He again shot his shocked eyes into Kelly's amused stare. Her chest started to shake, struggling to hold back giggles.

“Yes. Yes. It's really slow today,” Frank agreed with the back, finding the need to swallow. 

Kelly parted her mouth and licked the front of her right incisor with the tip of her wet pink tongue, staring with intensity into the eyes of Mr. Bradley. Her eyebrows gave him a gentle wiggle. Then she inched herself upwards against the back of the upholstery. 

Frank could only stare as she placed her hand on her right knee. She then lifted the sole of her right sneaker up from the floor as her knee carried her shin slowly upwards. The side of her right thigh angled clockwise, raising the skirt's fabric up into her inner crease while she folded her knee. She positioned the back of her thigh straight upwards, placing the heel of the tennis shoe onto the seat's leather. The whole of her thigh inclined vertically, trapping the top part of her skirt between it and her hip. The pleated fabric inside the valley of her leg snaked up, revealing the thin pink panties peeking out around the very personal crease.

Frank shifted in his seat as he inspected her raised leg. She kept her shoe firmly placed, allowing him to observe everything. The tanned skin seemed to fade into a lighter cream, fleshing rounder in circumference as it traced downwards along the curves. There was a clear view of the whole sections of skin traveling down the back of her thigh. His eyes observed the thigh skin as it traveled further down passing a darkened circle birthmark just above a creasing white creamy line that was the starting border of her butt cheek.  The pink seam of panties adhered just below the starting ball of the right butt cheek, intimately traveling across the back of her bottom rear and then curling up inwardly around the crook of the inner thigh into the bordering crease. 

Kelly placed her index finger on the hem of the pleated skirt resting midway up her centered valley and tugged at it, creeping the seam up the front of her pink underwear.

He could view the whole of them clearly now. Pink, soft panties hugging against her intimate valley, the only piece of fabric keeping her forested area hidden. Frank started to wonder about how they felt to the touch. Her movements were causing the pink silk to fold into slight air pockets before growing taut again, lightly tapping against the private parts of her skin. 

Frank's penis stretched, wanting to get into those panties, but he tried hard to ignore its angry complaints.

Kelly settled her right fingertips against the panties leg seam that was traveling inside the crease of her right thigh, beginning to touch at its fringes.

“You should turn left now,” Kelly's voice spoke in a low feathery monotone.

“Oh, right,” Frank mumbled.

He had been concentrating on trying to keep his eyes on the road, though he could not stop himself from coming back to the very intimate show Kelly was giving him.

Slowly. Very slowly. She was rubbing her fingertips along the right seam of the panties. Her right leg rocked to and fro, trapping her finger between its private skin and the panties' cloth. Her left palm pulled at the skirt again, tugging the skirt further up to allow him a clearer view of the pink silk. Right slender fingers snaked under the panties' seam, lightly tracing under its edge while her rear pushed her cheeks against the seat. When she relaxed her flesh, they sank forward causing the hill beneath her panties to rub the silk against the leather.

Frank's penis was stretched out to its maximum length, pleading against the inside of his boxers. He had to keep it under control. If continued watching how the panties were rubbing into the seat, he was going to ejaculate into a messy explosion.

He knew that it was wrong but he could not keep himself from wanting her to continue. He inwardly hoped that she would push the panties leg seam aside so he could view the personal hairs just beneath it. But all he could do was watch as she playfully tugged at them. It was unbearable to watch as she bent her index finger, nudging the panties' line against her naughty hairs.

“We are at my street, Mr. B,” Kelly's feathered voice informed with a widening smile.

She straightened her right knee, lowering her thigh down to the seat and then shifting her weight to sit up straight. Her hands pulled the fabric of the cheer-leading skirt, straightening the white hemline, to replace it down to its original upper thigh length. 

Frank took a hard breath, turning his attention to the windshield. A huge surge of relief came across him as he realized this perverted situation was ending. His muscles retained their tension and he found his testicles to be achingly sore. He wondered how he had even managed to arrive at their destination without getting into an automobile accident.

“This is a pretty nice area, Kelly,” Danielle spoke up as she looked out through the Mustang's side window.

“Yes, it is a very quiet street,” she responded simply to the back seat and then to Frank,” This corner, Mr. B.”

Frank brought the mustang to a stop at the corner of the quiet intersection. Several two-story homes with neatly tended lawns ran along either side of the quiet, suburban neighborhood. Kelly still kept her eyes locked onto Frank. smiling mischievously as she unbuckled her seat belt. Then she opened the car door, swiveling her hips before pulling herself out. Kelly spun on her left tennis shoe, slightly leaning inside so she could grin at Frank one last time.

“Thank you for the ride, Mr. B,” her feathery voice flew out in a mischievous tone.

“Oh. Uhm. Yes. Miss Kelly,” Frank tried to find some words, ”It was my pleasure.”

“I'll bet,” Kelly whispered back as a giggle escaped her.

Danielle pushed the front seat forward, her face appearing puzzled as to what was causing Kelly to seem so obviously amused. She gripped the car seat and the outside of the mustang, climbing out of the back of the car so as to stand on the sidewalk next to her.

“Shotgun!” she innocently called out.

Danielle twisted her waist to click the seat rest back into position while she briefly stood outside the car. Then excitedly hopped onto it. She quickly glanced up at Kelly, giving her a huge wave as her friend back stepped onto the sidewalk's cement. 

“I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?” she spoke at Kelly.

Kelly gave her friend a sweet smile and then also waved her goodbye. She then faced away from them, starting her trek up the residential sidewalk. Danielle pulled the car door closed. Seconds later, the black mustang's hood pulled away from the curb, then increased it's speed, driving past Kelly alongside the residential street.

Inside the mustang, Danielle peered over to her father. 

"So, what do you think of Kelly, Dad?" Danielle asked innocently.

Frank's search for an answer swam around his mind, the situation still playing back through. His muscles were becoming more relaxed in his seat, while his breathing began returning to normalcy. Finally, he ended his search for an answer, throwing his daughter a loving smile.

“Very charismatic,” was all he could say.

Danielle laughed and agreed with a nod of her chin.

“She has it tough this year, I think,” Danielle's face fell a bit, turning her head to the dashboard. 

“Oh?” Frank peered at his daughter with a questioned glance.

“Well, Her circle of friends she used to belong to moved onto college,” Danielle explained more about her friend to him.

Danielle then suddenly clammed up as if stopping herself from speaking about anything more. Frank figured that was because Danielle wanted to respect her friend's business. He respectfully didn't press.

Amy watched the exchange and then crossed her arms with a serious silence, her expression darkening as she hunched back into her seat.

Outside of the car, distant sounds of bird calls and dog barks were overcoming the engine of the distancing mustang. Kelly's white tennis shoes padded up the sidewalk as she watched the bright red tail lights of the car move further away into the distance. Her thoughts reflected on the reactions of Danielle's father as the car banked to the right around the far corner. She breathed a little heavily, biting down on her pink tongue at the thoughts of the fun she had just experienced. She could not keep from smiling.