Lindsey almost didn’t want to say good-bye to them when her car was deemed drivable and was ready to make the journey back home.
“Later, guys,” Vanessa said. “Thanks for the multiple orgasms!”
The tow truck driver literally fell on his ass at this proclamation. He somehow managed to scrape himself off the pavement and climb into the cab of his truck.
Lindsey wasn’t quite so bawdy in her farewell, though she was equally thankful for the multiple orgasms. She smiled and waved at them, knowing she’d never see any of them in person again, wondering why that made her a little sad. What they’d shared had just been sex—a hell of a lot of mind-blowingly awesome sex—but it hadn’t meant anything.
Lindsey climbed in the car and watched the tour bus pull away, heading in the opposite direction from her boring hometown.
“That was fun,” Vanessa said as Lindsey maneuvered her car cautiously down the steep grade.
“Yeah,” Lindsey agreed. “Great guys.”
“I can’t remember ever having a better Christmas.”
Lindsey chuckled. “That was very memorable.”
Vanessa examined her fingernails. “You know, if you turned around right now and followed them, I bet we could have a very happy New Year as well.”
“Vanessa! Damn girl, you and your horny vagina are gonna get us both killed.” She said that, but it didn’t stop her from contemplating a highly illegal U-turn.
“I’m about to jack this car and take off after them.”
Vanessa pursed her lips together to try to stifle a laugh. She lasted almost three seconds before she bust a gut. Lindsey couldn’t help but get caught up in the hilarity of their situation.
When the two of them stopped laughing, they exchanged a look of longing, but ultimately continued toward home.
“Merry Christmas, Lindsey,” Vanessa said.
“Merry Christmas, Nessi.”