((OOC: A lot of the opening of this thread is repeated from Montana Neo-Nazis but as an opening for a very different story.))

The five girls, all close friends in high school, all the daughters of prominent parents and all natives of Charlotte, North Carolina, had decided to spend the summer after high school but before college driving across the United States. So far, the trip had been fun. They'd met a few cute guys, seen a few places and had some fun parties. However, the girls were beginning to get depressed tonight. They had been combing the backroads in Montana for some time trying to get back on the highway and thus to a hotel after they'd gotten lost quite a few miles back. Now there wasn't anything beside the road. Just the road and open country and no other cars in sight.

Miriam Rosenzweig was driving. She was a tall redhead with a soft frame and large round breasts. She wore her hair a little above her shoulders. She was dressed fairly nicely in a pair of brown trousers, a slightly tight white short-sleeved shirt with a collar and buttons and brown leather boots. Miriam was the brains of the group and felt largely responsible for their current predicament. "Dammit. I guess we'll have to stop and ask for directions next chance we get."

"Ask for directions where? Do you see a gas station anywhere around here?" asked Abigail Goldberg. Abigail was a very different girl than Miriam, although the two were best friends. She enjoyed the outdoors and was often thought of as the spunky one among the group. She was a little shorter than Miriam with darker, almost olive, skin, dark brown curly hair and an athletic frame in place of Miriam's softer one. The excellent muscle tone on Abigail's arms and legs could clearly be seen with her outfit of fairly short and slightly too tight cut-off jean shorts, hiking boots and a white t-shirt. Her t-shirt was fairly loose. Abigail, while not flat by any means, had only an average bust and knew that her legs had a better chance of attracting interest than overemphasizing her chest.

"We'll just keep going until we see one." Miriam said. "People around here have to get gas somewhere, don't they?"

"There aren't people around here either." Abigail pointed out.

"Can we just pull over and find a place?" asked Amanda Glickman. Amanda was a tall, lean girl with the most classically sexy body of any of the five. She wore her dyed blond hair a little above her shoulders and her dark roots could just barely be seen from the right angle. She was a slim waist, slender, smooth, long legs and a large bust. The young sexpot was dressed to attract in tiny pink short shorts and a tight white t-shirt although she still wore white socks and sneakers for easy mobility. After all, they never knew what they'd find themselves doing next. Although by every academic measure she was smart, Amanda often came across as a ditz either because she was used to getting what she wanted without much work or because her smarts were limited to the academic setting or even just because she thought seeming like a bimbo added to her appeal. In any event, she was usually viewed as the ditz of the group.

"That's easier said than done." Mirian said in increasing exasperation. "There isn't a place around here to pullover and find."

"I'm sleepy." Korah Cohen protested pointlessly. Korah was the shortest girl in the group and normally the most talkative. Although she was only a few months younger than the others, she was normally viewed as the kid because she was excessively spoiled (even by rich girl standards), tended to talk a lot and immaturely and tended to be rather petulant while contributing very little to the group. Still, she was part of their group and they cared for her. Little Korah was a short but voluptuous girl. Instead of the lean, slim frame of Amanda, the soft, slightly fatty frame of Miriam or the hard, athletic frame of Abigail, she had a sensual, womanly figure with full hips, short but finely curved legs moving down to slender ankles, a full chest and a gently body that looked almost yielding. Her face was cute and round although her soft mouth was a little larger than average. She had olive skin and raven hair. She was overdressed for the occassion in a tiny black short skirt under which a hint of her black thong could be seen, a tight white blouse and a pair of come fuck me black high heels.

"Sleep in the back." Miriam suggested.

Korah leaned over and placed her head on the shoulders of the last girl, Hannah Berkman. Hannah was like a smaller version of Abigail, shorter, a little more muscular and a little darker than the girl in the passenger seat. Smiling a little, she reached up and put an arm around her friend, letting the girl rest. Hannah was dressed simply and casually in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Her jeans were tight enough but she wasn't really dressed to get men. Just as they started to relax, they heard a siren. Miriam pulled the van over and started to open the door, even though she should have known one shouldn't get out when pulled over unless told to do so.