Sitting Bitch

This sucks.

When my best friend Amber invited me on this summer trip, she forgot to mention all the other people she invited too. She clearly took pity on my depressed ass after I told her I quit taking my Lexapro. I thought we would have a nice cross-country trip together and make a few good memories, but this is not what I expected.

I'm crammed in the back row of a minivan where the air conditioning doesn't reach, sitting bitch between two guys I hadn't met until today. Even worse, they're talking to each other. Over me.

Amber is in the driver's seat, and of course, her younger sister's riding shotgun. Amber hasn't seen her sister all year because she's been away at college, and the two girls in the middle row are her cousins from out of town, so I don't expect my seating arrangement to change anytime soon. Clearly, Amber shoehorned me in on her family trip.

Just two more weeks of this.

After a few hours, the guy on my right falls asleep, his head lolling against his headrest. Must be nice to have one of those. Dave, on my left, has taken to looking out the window.

My sex drive completely died on Lexapro, which is, frankly, why I stopped taking it. Sitting between two guys in the back of a hot car is not where you want to be when your libido hits you like a wall, but that's where I am. I've had to keep my legs pressed together to stifle my discomfort, but now that I feel I can relax, I ease them apart. My knee bumps into Dave's and it catches his attention. He glances at my parted legs, but quickly returns to whatever he finds so interesting in the California desert.

"Hey," I say.

He looks at me again. Is he blushing? "Yeah?" he asks.

Damn. If all it takes to get him hot and bothered is touching knees, this is going to be a hard trip for him. My eyes dart to his lap just long enough to see exactly how hard. God bless him, he's wearing basketball shorts.

He sits up straight and clears his throat, glancing to the front of the van as he rakes his hand through his black hair, letting it fall over his forehead again. He's kinda cute.

I grin at him and pat his knee. "It's okay, I won't tell on you," I say with a wink. "How do you know Amber again?"

He sputters out a laugh, and then he furrows his eyebrows with a slight smile. "I'm Joe's best friend." He points at the guy on my other side. "He's dating Amber's cousin, Robin."

I glance at Joe on my left. "This guy? The guy who fell asleep talking to you?"

He rolls his eyes, looking like he doesn't want to laugh. "And who are you?" he asks.

"I'm Gracie. Amber's best friend."

His eyebrows lift. "Oh, is that why she put you back here with the cargo?"

Oh, he's funny. I laugh and open my legs a little wider. I can't let myself get all worked up in a van with six other people, but being teased by a cute guy is not helping my situation.

The movement draws his eyes to my lap again, and I'm horrified to see how my arousal has soaked through my tight yoga pants. I'm so wet just from talking to this guy for a few minutes. God, I need to get fucked.

I risk eye contact with him, and a sly smile pulls at one side of his mouth. "It's okay. I won't tell on you," he says, patting my leg. His long fingers touch my inner thigh. I have to bite my lip to keep quiet.

"Sorry..." I say, breathier than I mean to. I give a nervous laugh and tuck a strand of brown hair behind my ear. "I'm having some... unpleasant side effects to stopping a medication."

His hand is still on my thigh. "Sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Without thinking, I place my hand on his and slide it further up my thigh. He understands the invitation, and one finger wanders down the wet spot on the front of my pants. My pussy is more sensitive than it has been for the last year, and I let out a small gasp before clenching my jaw.

I glance at Joe, who's still snoring away. The girls up front are singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody. Dave and I are as good as alone. His finger is still pressed against my wet clit over my pants, and he's watching me, waiting for my permission to continue. I nod desperately, and some of my hair falls free from my loose bun. He slides two fingers up and down with firm pressure, and it feels so fucking good. I can't help grinding against his fingers, and he matches my movements. I've never come from over the pants play before, but I'm about to.

The building pressure mounts when he rubs in rapid but gentle movements, and then the pleasure hits me. My pussy contracts in powerful waves of pleasure, but Dave knows what he's doing, and he doesn't stop. The orgasm amplifies the sensation of his fingers like nothing I've felt, and I press my legs together, bucking my hips into his hand while he pushes down on me.

When it's over, the girls are still singing and Joe is still snoring. Nobody noticed a damn thing. I look over at Dave, still breathing heavily from the orgasm he drew out of me, and his cock is at attention, pitching a tent in his shorts.

He glances ahead to make sure no one sees us before pulling his thin shorts down, his cock springing free.

I stare, in awe of his huge dick, before realizing he's waiting for me. I spit into my palm as discreetly as I can and slide my hand onto his lap, watching his eyes flutter shut as I gently rub my wet palm around the tip. I close my hand around it and work down his dick in short motions, increasing the length of every stroke. His face is flushed and his eyes are closed. The look on his face is turning me on all over again, and it's hard to look away. Neither of us are keeping watch.

"Hey!" Amber yells.

We both jump, and I pull his shorts up as quickly and calmly as I can. "What?" I call back in what I hope is a casual voice.

"Are you guys hungry?" she asks.

God, she has no idea.

"Yeah," Dave calls back, and I can hear the disappointment in his voice.

I shoot him an apologetic smile and mouth the word, Later, with a wink.

Dave leans close and whispers, "Make room for me in your bed tonight."

As it turns out, I don't have a bed tonight. Amber thought she booked two rooms, but she's a ditz sometimes. She only booked one. Seven of us have to share two beds.

"I'll sleep on the floor," I volunteer, since I clearly wasn't meant to be on this trip anyway.

"Me too," Dave quickly follows.

"Are you sure?" Amber asks. "I'm so sorry guys."

"It's okay. I prefer the floor anyway. Soft mattresses hurt my back," I lie.

She shoots me a grateful smile.

Amber and her sister share a bed, and Robin and Joe take the other because they have couple privilege. Her other cousin is on the floor with Dave and I.

The problem is, there's only one extra blanket. After some arguing back and forth, the three of us decide to sleep between the two queen beds, all sharing one blanket. Great.

As usual, I'm sleeping bitch, pressed between Dave and Amber's cousin under the dirty roadside motel blanket that I just know isn't being washed as often as it should.

Dave faces away from me as everyone else in the room finds sleep in the dark room. The only light comes from between the dusty curtains, an eerie orange glow from the parking lot streetlamps. I wonder if Dave somehow forgot about earlier. I sure as hell didn't. I've been thinking about his gorgeous dick all day, and it's driving me crazy. Fuck, I wish I had a Lexapro to just put me out of my misery right now. All I want is to feel his hard cock inside me, and I thought that's what he wanted too.

I can't sleep like this. My breathing is elevated and it's so quiet in here I'm afraid everyone in the room can hear exactly how turned on I am.

Mercifully, Dave rolls around. He pulls my long hair away from my neck and whispers so softly, "Are you awake?"

I rub my ass against him in reply. His dick is already hard. He hasn't forgotten.

He lets out the most beautiful little whimper I've ever heard right into my ear, and then he slips his hand around me and down beneath my sweats. I'm not wearing any panties, just for him. His fingers meet my slippery pussy, already so wet just from thinking about him all day. He rubs my clit in a circular motion, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out when he slips two fingers inside.

"You're so wet," he whispers as he tortures me by pulling his hand out of my pants.

I turn to look him in the eyes. "Fuck me," I whisper.

With that, he grabs my sweats and yanks them down just enough to expose my ass and pussy. I reach behind me to grab a handful of his shorts, pulling them down clumsily beneath the blanket.

Now his hard, warm cock is pressed against my ass. He slides his dick between my legs, rubbing it against my wet lips, teasing the entrance. I want him to fill me up with his entire length. I need him inside me right now.

I reach back and grab his bare ass, holding his body against mine so that he stops teasing me. He gets the message, and he slowly pushes his hard penis past my slick pussy lips, his swollen length now inside me. I'm so aroused it's easy to fit him, and it feels incredible. He presses in deeper, and he's so big it seems there's no end to him. Nobody's dick has ever felt this good. Nobody has ever gone this deep or stretched me out so much.

He starts with long, deep thrusts, pulling himself out entirely before pushing all the way back in, and a quiver builds in my legs with his motions. His hand moves up to cup my breast, and his finger teases my nipple. I have to clamp a hand over my mouth, afraid of the noises I'll make if I don't physically stop myself. He's not so careful, and with each deep thrust inside me, he moans softly against my neck. His noises on their own are going make me cum all over his throbbing dick.

He picks up the pace, his thrusts now deep but shallow. His cock is so hard, he must be close.

"Come inside me," I breathe. "Please."

He moves his hand from my breast to my pussy, where he's still rapidly pumping in and out. His fingers tease my clit while he fucks me hard, and after only a few seconds of this, I'm done. My pussy contracts around his huge cock in the most powerful orgasm of my life, I actually do cry out now, forgetting where I am.

Dave slaps his hand over my mouth to shut me up while he continues to push in and out of me. His hand is still wet from my juices, and I can smell us both on him as I breathe heavily through my nose. I melt into him, grabbing what I can of him as he uses my spent body for his own pleasure.

Amber's cousin rustles in front of me, turning to squint at the dark ceiling. "Gracie? Are you okay?" she asks.

Dave uncovers my mouth so I can answer, but he doesn't stop fucking me.

"I'm fine," I whisper in the most normal tone I can muster.

"I thought I heard something," she says.

Dave slows to longer, deeper thrusts. I think he's just trying to be more discreet until he pushes all the way inside and I feel his rock hard cock pulsing. He's cumming inside me while I'm talking to her.

"I didn't hear anything," I say as Dave empties his balls into me, filling my dripping pussy with his hot semen. "Go back to sleep."

"Okay," she says, and she rolls over.

He pulls his dick out, and I feel my cum and his drip out of me as he removes himself. He pulls my sweatpants up for me before pulling up his own, and then he kisses the back of my neck. "That was amazing. Same time tomorrow?" he asks.

I nod, hoping he can see me in the dark.

Two more weeks of this doesn't seem so bad anymore.