You Won't Think I'm a Horrible Slut?
Driving Kelly to school to visit her boyfriend, we make a brief stop along the way to relieve some tension
She insisted on sitting in the middle.
My grandfather gave me his old Oldsmobile when he upgraded to something nicer and more reasonably sized. It was burgundy, had a giant bench seat up front, and steered (as they say) like a boat.
It was also the perfect car to make out in, fool around on, and occasionally fuck.
None of this was going to happen since we were driving Kelly to her boyfriend's college, where she would spend the weekend. It was significant for several reasons, but mainly because Kelly and her boyfriend had never spent a night together, let alone a weekend. They hooked up in July, just before he left for school, and summer had been too messy and busy for them to find time alone.
Of course, that didn't stop us from trying.
Timon and I had known each other since fourth grade, and we were as horny as any teenage boy has a right to be. Maybe more so. And while we loved Kelly and thought her boyfriend was a good guy, we were not responsible young men.
At least that's what she told us as each of us rested a hand on her thigh as we sped up 95 on a Friday afternoon in October.
"You two are the worst," she said, sitting crossed-legged on the seat in between us. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to take advantage of me."
"We love you, Kel," Timon said. "We're just expressing that love."
"I'm only expressing affection," I said, squeezing her thigh gently with my fingertips. "Lots of affection."
She laughed and turned up the radio as I sped down the highway, and for a long while, nothing mattered. It was a warm morning, the old car was steady as a rock, and Kelly was as giddy as we were. So much so that I didn't think anything when she wrapped an arm around each of us as we continued to massage her inner thighs.
"I think someone is enjoying the trip," Kelly said as Pat Benatar blasted from the speakers.
"In my defense, your thigh is very warm. And soft. And also, when you put your arms back like that, you start poking through your shirt."
I spared a glance to see that Timon was right; Kelly's nipples were on parade. She was also telling the truth since the tent in his pants stood up so straight I almost didn't believe it was real. When Kel reached down and squeezed his thigh, he let out an exaggerated groan, and all those nights I had pictured her in my bed came rushing back.
"Your boyfriend is going to be very tired come Monday," I said. "Jesus, look at us. Timon and I are going to have to jerk each other off the whole ride home to keep from exploding."
"Poor babies," Kelly said, patting my thigh as well. "Too bad you're both so nice and decent. Otherwise, I'd say we should pull over at that scenic view to see if we can calm down a bit."
"Relieve some tension?" Timon asked with a raised eyebrow.
It was Kelly's turn to blush as I struggled to figure out who was serious about what. But the turn-off was a half-mile ahead, and there wasn't time to think too long before making a decision. The sight of his hard-on and her headlights (not to mention how high my hand had slid up her bare skin) was all the reason I needed. I slammed on the breaks, pulled over two lines, and took the exit to the small parking lot up on the side of the hill that looked out over the ocean.
"Guys, what are we doing?" I asked as I parked the car.
"I can't show up like this," Kelly said. "Seriously, Mark won't know what to do with me. He's sweet, and I'm excited to finally sleep with him, but come on. He wouldn't know what to do with me in this state."
"And what state is that?" Timon asked as he leaned in and gently kissed her neck. It was almost friendly. Almost.
"The state of losing my mind," She said as I leaned in and kissed her on the other side. "The state of needing some release before I show up at his dorm and fuck his roommate before he gets home."
As I kissed her neck and then her ear on one side, Timon did the same on the other, and a few seconds later, we had a squirming girl between us, sinking lower on the big bench seat as we sent shivers down her back. Our hands were on her thighs, slipped up beneath her loose shorts, and our lips were on her ears as she reached out and began to rub us both through our pants.
"You guys really love me?" She asked, stroking us slowly.
"Always," I said.
"And you won't think I'm a horrible slut?"
"Not any more than we did," Timon said, sliding his hand higher until she gasped. When I slid a finger beneath the elastic of her panties, it was to find his fingers already there, parting her wet lips and gently touching her.
Before any of us could talk anymore, I pulled her to me and kissed her. We moved almost instantly from a lazy drive to a frantic dash as he pulled off her shirt as I bit her lip and her neck. She had us both out of our pants in seconds, and she moaned as she felt us grow harder in her grip. When it was my turn to finger her, she was beautifully and impossibly wet.
As she leaned back towards Timon, slipping into his lap where she could take his cock in her mouth, I pulled off her shorts on the big bench seat and slid to the floor. When I parted her legs, she moaned around him, and when I finally opened my mouth on her pussy I nearly came. I kissed her and licked her, and tased her as she sucked my best friend's cock, and we were so lost and frantic that it felt like a dream.
It took me a moment to understand her. She pulled on my hair as she continued sucking, but when I moved up between her legs, she paused just long enough to clarify.
"Fuck me," she gowled before instantly taking Timon back into her mouth. He reached down and fingered her again as I rubbed against her, and soon his hand was on me too, slowly stroking me against her wet skin.
I kissed her breasts and her neck as I moved higher until he parted her lips, and I was inside her for the first time in my life. She turned and kissed me, sighing into my mouth, and somehow our bodies fit perfectly. Maybe it was how we were shaped or the angle in the front seat of the car, but as I began to fuck her, I knew nothing would ever feel so good again.
When she took Timon in her hand and guided him to my mouth, I didn't hesitate to suck his cock too. Kelly let out a violent moan of joy as she watched, and he pushed me down onto him.
From there, we became an awkward tangle of limbs as we tried to do everything. Somehow I got on my back so she could suck me while he fucked her from behind, and the first time she came was with my mouth on her and his cock inside her, our automotive acrobatics now first class. I could feel her tremble around him as I licked her clit, and she cried out so loudly it sounded like signing.
He came a moment later, telling her he loved her as he did, and then it was my turn to pull her onto my lap, kissing my way back up her body until I too finished inside her as I kissed her mouth and his as well, the three of us splayed out on the seat in a mess of tongues, fingers, and come.
Kelly stayed on top of me, kissing us back and forth as I grew soft within her, and just before I could speak, Journey came on the radio, Timon cranked it up, and the three of us burst into song, still naked in the front seat of my grandfather's car.
When we eventually got out to pee by the side of the rest stop, it was nearly noon, and the sun was hot overhead. We laughed and teased each other, and I wondered if we might turn around and go home to a soft bed and a cold pool. We might find a new love with three bodies and friendships as old as the sea.
"Thank you," Kelly said, settling back between us in the car. "Mark is so not ready to handle me like that. Maybe now I can be a human being for a while before I jump him."
"Just take a shower first," Timon joked as I pulled out onto the highway, recognizing that my dream was just that.
As we sped along, the windows open, and the music blasting, I did my best to let it go. We dropped Kelly off with chaste kisses on the cheek, and she waved and said thank you again.
On the ride back, Timon and I talked about nothing else. But even though he got visibly hard again, and even though I pictured him taking me into his mouth as I drove, we just laughed and reminisced, still unable to believe what we had done.
And sometimes, I think about her and what might have been. On occasion, Timon and I will meet for a drink, and we'll smile and ask the other if he remembers without saying what. I'll lean in and grin, and he'll squeeze my thigh as an ode to that glorious morning.
When I close my eyes, I can feel the wind in my hair, hear the music blasting, and taste them both on my lips. And on some days, I can let it go.
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