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There was not a girl more perfect than Waverly. Not in this town, the city, anywhere else in the broad, open world. She was different. She rode her bike along the road and let her skirt flutter all around the thighs. She always tossed her hair just right, whenever the right pair of eyes were looking. She knew how to skate along the car-hop's pavement and weave herself between vehicles. Tits lightly bouncing when she banked to a stop. Pencil slid out from that taut twist in her bandeau.
"Can I get your order?"
Yeah. She knew exactly what she was doing. Heavy lashes. Pink lips peeking up. Her curls rained around the soft edges of her face. She made a shift toward the other leg, hip very intentionally popping out while she angled her foot forward against the front bumper of the skate.
"Fries," Benny said. "Steak fries. And a vanilla milkshake."
"What else?" she asked, and used the pencil end to twirl up a curl of hair. Benny put her arm on the car's door so that Waverly could get a good look at the length of her arm. The muscle definition under her tee.
"You like vanilla?" Benny asked.
Waverly sighed. "It's alright. Not my favorite flavor."
"What's yours?"
"Strawberry."
Like the color of her lips, which were now all pursed up. Benny drummed her fingers on the car, trying to see if Waverly would look at them. How long they were. Blunt nails. Perfection. "I'll get one of those, too."
"Is that everything you want?"
"No. But it's all that's on the menu. Right?"
Waverly spun the pencil, long and glittering pink nails catching the light of the car hop awning. "Depends, I guess."
"On what?"
Instead of answering, she slid that pencil home in a way that invited Benny's eyes right to it. Right to the soft swells of her tits and the way they wobbled when she turned and skated sharply back to the order window. Benny didn't mind it too much. The view of her ass in that tight skirt was phenomenal.
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There was no gal more perfect than Benny. Not in this town. Or the next city. The whole country. World! Galaxy! She sat in her drop-top, muscled arm laid out across the door. Her fingers kept a-drumming, promising Waverly exactly what she could do with them. With peroxide-blonde hair cut short above the ears and green eyes that watched everything Waverly did, she seemed like she'd stepped right out of a wet dream.
But really, she was just the star of the wet dreams. She'd already existed, and Waverly's imaginative mind had been outdone. Was being outdone now.
"Order for spot 9."
Gathering the fries and milkshakes on the tray, Waverly skated her way back over. Skirt moving, legs out, pressing her chest forward with the hope that Benny would look and see her coming. And Benny looked. Looked her over, saw her, and Waverly resisted a shudder.
"Here," she said, passing down the milkshakes one at a time. "The fries, too. A straw."
"Not two?"
"There's only one of you," she said, watching Benny's mouth tip. Her grin was enough to make butterflies bustle around in Waverly's stomach. "Why would you need more than that?"
"I've got two milkshakes."
"Are you implying that someone else is going to drink it?"
Benny's eyes dragged down Waverly's body. "Only if she wants to."
Slowly glancing her way back to the order window, she considered. The gum in her mouth that she popped had gone stale a long time ago. And her shift was nearly done anyway. Feeling the drag of eyes over her chest made Waverly's decision for her.
The drop-top peeled quickly from the parking lot, and Waverly tipped back her head and laughed. The wind rustled up her curls, tangling them behind her head. And she looked, she looked at Benny, stared at that strong jaw now arched in a smirk, at her capable fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, and the streelight glitter in her eyes. "Good thing you got my favorite flavor," she called, over the rush of the air.
At the light, Benny reached over and squeezed Waverly's thigh. Their eyes met. "Yeah. How about that."
Waverly's stomach went into a swoop as soon as Benny pressed the gas again, and the car surged through the lanes. The warm imprint of Benny's capable hand stayed warm on her thighs for the entire ride.