Best of Friends 14 - Drive Through

"Ethan's been blowing up my phone like fucking crazy. He keeps saying it's not fair." Mike's voice cut through the low rumble of the old projector, Noah and Rachel both looked over at him with annoyance.

"You're talking over the movie Mike," Rachel said.

They sat crammed into Mike's black Jeep Wrangler at a pull-in movie theater. The windows were cracked, and the outside air was warm. The sky smeared with the distant city's faded glow. The giant outdoor screen flickered ahead, soft pops of static and worn reels leaving light bruises across the characters' faces.

"Well, he keeps fucking bugging me so like... what should I tell him?" Mike asked.

Rachel sighed, curled into Noah's side as they both squeezed into the passenger seat, her feet tucked beneath her. "Tell him to stop bugging you. Use your words," she said, not looking at Mike.

"Yeah Mike, grow a backbone," Noah added, flashing a grin. Mike rolled his eyes as they all burst into laughter.

The projector shuddered as another reel kicked in, washing the windshield in muted blues and yellows. The movie was grainy, an old romance from an era long ago. A perfect mess of art slowly fading away to time. Rachel slid her hand across Noah's forearm and gave it a firm squeeze.

"You remember when we used to go to that drive-in by Sullivan's?" She asked, glancing up at him.

"I do," Noah said. "But we didn't go together. Those were school trips remember? We didn't even talk to each other."

"Yeah, but I wanted to..." Rachel said softly. Noah raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" He asked. Rachel stared deeply into his eyes.

"Really," Rachel said gently.

"And look at us now."

"The two luckiest people on the planet," Rachel said, tilting her head slightly as the movie scene changed.

"Couldn't agree more." Noah slipped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close until her cheek found his chest. Her warmth, her scent, the way she sighed softly into him, it settled the tension that sat just beneath Noah's skin.

Mike shifted in the driver's seat, knuckles brushing against the steering wheel. Noah caught the movement in his periphery, then the quiet tug of fabric. When he looked over, Mike had pulled his shorts down past his thighs, exposing his thick half-hard cock. It dropped onto his stomach with a pulse.

Noah's throat tightened as Rachel turned toward the sound of movement. As soon as she caught a glimpse of Mike's shaft, she immediately averted her eyes and let out a short laugh. "God, Mike..."

"What?! It's not like you haven't seen it before." Mike smirked, already reclining his seat back.

"You are ridiculous!" Rachel's eyes darted to the cars surrounding them.

"Just a quick one. Come on, I'm horny as fuck."

Rachel scanned the parking lot. A couple of cars dotted the row behind them, but fortunately, none were incredibly close. The screen lit up again -- a romantic scene, two lovers slow dancing in the rain.

"What if someone sees?" Rachel asked quietly.

"You don't need to fucking whisper it's not like they can hear you," Mike said dully, his beefy hand stroking his cock to full mast. Rachel bit her lip at the sight, then leaned into Noah's ear.

"What do you think?" She asked him, rubbing her hand across his arm.

Noah didn't say anything. His heart raced in his chest as he felt Rachel begin to shift her weight off him. This was his moment. He could shake his head. He could lean in and kiss her, pull her back to him, remind her they hadn't even finished the movie. But instead, he gave her a nod. Just barely.

That was all she needed.

"Close the windows, Mike," Rachel said, swinging a leg over the console and climbing into Mike's lap. The seat creaked under her weight, and Mike let out a low grunt of satisfaction as her knees pressed into either side of him. She straddled him, her skirt riding up over her thighs as Mike's hands rubbed against them. Her lips found his neck first, then her fingers began to slowly tug away at his shirt, eyes hungry, hips already rocking.

Noah's pulse roared in his ears. The movie played on. The couple had run into an alleyway and began to kiss passionately under the lamplight.

Mike's hands ran up Rachel's legs, digging into her bare ass. "Fuck... you're not wearing panties?"

Rachel smiled and whispered something that made Mike groan. Noah shifted in his seat, leaning forward to try and hear a bit better.

Rachel's hands wrapped around Mike's cock, guiding it to her entrance. She danced above it for a moment, lowering herself onto it as it pushed her entrance apart. Then, with one smooth motion, she sank down onto him.

The moan she let out was muffled in his neck as she ground her hips against him. Mike's head dropped back against the seat. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

Noah shifted in his seat, legs tensed. He couldn't look away. Rachel's back arched beautifully, her shirt bunching up just above her breasts. Mike's hands gripped her ass, he began shoving her down onto his length aggressively, guiding her rhythm as she fucked him. Noah's jeans began to feel impossibly tight.

Rachel moved slowly at first, drawing circles with her hips, grinding herself deeper onto him. Every movement was fluid, confident, and so natural it made Noah's stomach turn. Their chemistry was unmistakable, and Mike's appetite, as always, was ravenous. The creak of the seat, the quiet wet slap of her thighs slamming against his, Mike's groans -- it all filled the rocking Jeep like a heartbeat.

A set of headlights turned on in the row behind them.

Rachel paused, chest rising and falling as she looked up from Mike and stared directly into the car's headlights.

"Shit," she whispered. Mike didn't even bother to ask what was happening, he continued to thrust into her eagerly. Taking for as long as he could.

The other car kicked on its engine and slowly pulled up next to Mike's jeep. Noah's blood went cold when he saw it was another group of college guys, hollering and laughing as they took in the scene.

"Fuck yeah! Get it, bro!"

"Damn, ride that shit, girl!"

Rachel froze. Her hands pressed against Mike's chest, caught somewhere between laughter and alarm. She turned her face away from the Jeep, staring into Noah's eyes with a bashful embarrassment. Mike didn't stop. He grabbed her waist and kept pumping upward into her, the slap of his hips louder now, almost as if he was doing it on purpose.

"Mike," Rachel gasped, trying to pull back. "They're watching."

He held her waist firmly in place for another thrust. "Let 'em."

Rachel didn't fight for a moment, allowing Mike to continue to fuck her while the onlookers watched. It wasn't until one of them whipped out a phone that she finally snapped back to reality.

"Fuck!" She hissed, finally wriggling off Mike's fat cock. Rachel was breathless, her cheeks flushed. She collapsed into the passenger seat, her weight pushing Noah to the side as she tugged down her skirt with a nervous laugh. The car next to them honked once, hooted again, then rolled on down the row.

Mike gave them a thumbs-up.

"Jesus," Noah said under his breath.

"God," Rachel muttered, laughing as she pushed her hair out of her face. "You're absolutely crazy Mike."

Mike tucked himself away with no real urgency, still grinning widely. "Worth it."

Rachel leaned into Noah, chest rising, eyes still wild with lust. She didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at the screen like she was trying to remember what the movie had even been about.

Mike turned on the Jeep's ignition and threw it in reverse.

"Let's find somewhere more private," he said.

The Jeep rumbled to life, rolling out of the drive-in and back into the night.

Noah looked back at the screen one last time before they turned the corner. The lovers on screen were still dancing in the rain.

"Sorry we didn't get to finish the movie," Noah said quietly.

Rachel looked at him, then reached for his hand.

"Next time," she whispered.

And all Noah could think about was the way Rachel had moaned, the way she'd grinded on Mike like it was instinct, the way she stared at him while they fucked.

He adjusted himself in his seat and tried not to think about how hard he still was.

--

The car eased into the vast sprawl of the mall's parking lot. The place looked abandoned, hollowed out by time--just a few lampposts flickering overhead and a chain-link fence sagging under its own weight. There wasn't a soul around for blocks. The silence made the air feel heavier.

Mike killed the engine. Nobody said anything for a moment. Then Rachel unclicked her seatbelt and turned toward the backseat, a slow, deliberate pivot.

"Back there," she said, already climbing over.

Mike didn't hesitate. Neither did Noah.

Noah pulled the front seats forward, then adjusted the rearview mirror until it caught Rachel's silhouette in the back. Mike was already pulling his shirt off before he even landed in the back.

Rachel straddled him, her knees pressing into the seat as she shifted her hips forward. Her skirt bunched around her waist as Mike's fingers trailed up her thighs as his cock pushed against her entrance. Her breath caught when Mike's cock pressed into her.

Noah watched from the rearview mirror, his hands trembling as Mike took Rachel once again.

Their kiss was ravenous this time. Louder, wetter, desperate. Rachel clutched Mike's shoulders, grinding herself down onto him, placing her lips onto his mouth, swallowing his low, guttural moan as he bottomed out inside her.

"Fuck," Mike hissed, his hands clutching her hips. "You feel... shit... you feel so fucking good tonight."

Rachel's back arched. Her hips moved with an aggressive pace. She was panting. The Jeep's windows began to steam. Rachel turned back to the rearview mirror and caught Noah's eyes.

"You like this, don't you?" she asked, slamming down on Mike's cock. "You like watching?"

Noah nodded, mouth dry.

Mike slammed his hips up to meet Rachel's. "Jesus fuck! You are the best fuck I've ever had holy shit!"

Rachel dug her nails into his shoulders. "I'm honored." She spoke between short breaths, riding Mike in a lustful stupor.

The whole car rocked. The suspension creaked with the motion of her hips. Mike's moans were loud and unrestrained. Then, he wrapped his arms around her tightly and shoved himself deep inside her. Letting out a long and relieved sigh as he did so. Rachel's rhythm faltered as she looked down.

Then she stopped moving.

"What the fuck--?"

She pulled off Mike's pulsing cock in one clean motion. Mike's face twisted with guilty pleasure as his cock erupted between them, thick ropes streaking across her thighs.

"Fuck, shit... Sorry I didn't mean to its just--"

"Were you going to cum in me?" she asked, voice calm. Far too calm. Noah watched from the mirror, lost in his own trance as Rachel stared at the mess on her thighs.

Her tone sharpened. "Mike."

"Hey, look, I got lost in it, ok?" he said with a shrug. "I really want to cum in you."

Her hand came down hard across his cheek. The sound of the slap was loud enough to make Noah jump.

Mike brought a hand to his face. "Ow..."

"You have to ask," Rachel said, voice cool but firm. She rolled off him and grabbed a loose towel resting in the back, wiping her legs with quick, angry motions. "I'm not a fuck doll."

Mike raised his hands. "I get it. I'm sorry. I was just horny."

"You always are." She tossed the towel at his chest and looked toward the front. Her voice softened as she gave Noah a smile. 'Did you like that, babe?"

"Yeah..." He said bashfully. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

"You want a turn?"

Noah swallowed. "Y-yeah."

Rachel climbed over the console, her bare thighs brushing his as she settled onto his lap. She undid his pants slowly and helped lower them. She grabbed the base of his cock and slid him inside her with one practiced stroke. She pressed her forehead against his as she sank down, moaning low and sweet.

"Fuck," Noah gasped. She was soaking wet, and her pussy clenched onto his cock tight enough to make him dizzy. Rachel started to move, her hands braced against the sides of Noah's seat. Each bounce sent a ripple through her body. Her tits pressed into his chest. Her breath hitched with every thrust.

Mike watched, dick already swelling again.

"God," Rachel moaned, "you feel so different from him."

Noah didn't answer. He couldn't.

His hands gripped her waist, holding her tighter, guiding her movements. She rode him harder, faster. Her nails scratched at his shoulders. Her hips slapped down against his lap with wet, dull thuds.

"I'm close," he whispered. Shame curled at the edges of his voice, but he couldn't stop it.

"Cum in me," Rachel whispered back, her eyes locked on his. "I want it."

He let go. Their hips jerked as his cock pulsed inside her. She held him close, moaning into his neck as he filled her.

Noah let out a long, ragged sigh. His head dropped back against the seat.

A silent connection passed between them as they locked lips. As they pressed their foreheads together. As Noah held her close.

"Yo, can I get a little help?"

Rachel turned her head. Mike's cock was fully hard again, twitching in his lap.

"Are you being serious?" She asked.

"The fuck does it look like?"

"You just came!" Rachel said in a humorous tone.

"I didn't get to cum in you," Mike shot back. "Help me out while he finishes up."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're a fucking animal."

"What if I say please?" Mike added, not even trying to hide his grin.

Still straddling Noah, Rachel reached back between the seats. Miked moved forward as her fingers wrapped around his cock. She stroked him with mechanical rhythm, her other hand bracing herself against Noah's chest.

Noah groaned softly as her pussy clenched around him again.

"I'm still inside you," he whispered.

"I know," she said. Then she moaned--deep and low--just for him.

Mike bucked into her hand. "God, you're perfect."

Rachel ignored him, staring into Noah's eyes as he spilled the last of himself inside her.

--

They sat there afterward, tangled and panting. Rachel slowly pulled off Noah and adjusted her skirt over her hips. Mike zipped himself up and wiped himself off with the same towel Rachel had thrown at him earlier.

As Mike fumbled with his shirt in the back, Noah stared deeply into Rachel's eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Noah asked.

"Right here with you? I feel perfect," she said, laughing a little.

"I do too," Noah said.

"I also think I need a shower," Rachel added with a bashful grin.

"Me fucking too," Mike said. Noah chuckled softly as he felt Rachel's phone buzz.

She checked the screen and bit her lip.

"Oh god..."

"Who is it?" Noah asked.

"Ethan," Rachel sighed.

Mike groaned. "What does that fuck want now?"

"He's at a club in the city. Says he got a VIP room. He's asking if we wanted to come," Rachel said flatly.

Mike sat up. "Yeah, fuck that guy. He just wants to fuck you."

The words hung in the air. It was the first time Mike sounded remotely possessive.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Is that not what you're doing?"

Mike shrugged. "Yeah. But I'm chill about it."

Noah smirked, eyes flicking to Rachel. She was still staring at Mike, amused. Then she shook her head.

"I'm not in the mood for a club anyway," she said, sitting back in the seat with a satisfied sigh. "Let's just go home."

The tension in Noah's chest eased.

Mike rolled back into the driver's seat, checking himself in the mirror before starting the car without protest. "Home it is. But can we get some ice cream or something along the way?"

--

Mike pulled up to Rachel's dorm, inhaling the last portion of his ice cream cone as she and Noah exited his Jeep.

"You two be good now! I'll catch ya later," Mike said.

"See you Mike!" Rachel said with a wave.

"Later Mike," Noah said with a smile. With a nod, Mike drove off into the night.

They walked side by side, holding onto each other's hands tightly as they neared her dorm's entrance.

"Thanks for tonight," she said. Her voice was tender.

"Thanks for... well... everything," he said.

Rachel laughed and leaned in, kissing him softly. The taste of her was still sweet. When she pulled away, she lingered there, forehead against his.

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," she whispered.

The words wrapped around Noah's heart like a ribbon.

Then she slipped inside.

Noah stood there for a moment, watching the door close as his heart chased the warm evening winds.