R is for Road Trip #AtoZChallenge

#AtoZChallenge R

Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the third week, there is no theme! Anything goes in these erotic stories. Don’t forget to come back for Week 4 (Non-consent). Without further ado, enjoy R is for Road Trip.

As a college freshman, I just felt like I didn’t know anyone. That was probably because I didn’t know anyone, though. By the time I was a sophomore, I had a small group of friends I was close to. That suited me just fine. I was friendly, and I said hi to lots of people I took classes with or saw at my job at the school’s gym, but when the chips were down, I knew I had these three other women who would have my back.

So when my friend Krissy texted me and suggested a summer road trip, I was immediately interested. That had been two months ago, and now we were packing the car to depart. There were four of us: tall and busty Krissy, short and perky Holly, average and flat Ardina, and me— short and squishy. If you were wondering, I am describing their chests because it was the one thing that was very different about us. We all had pale skin, light brown hair, and brown eyes. I was the curviest of the four and sometimes felt like I was the most homely. The other girls seemed to have no trouble picking up guys for short-term relationships or long-term ones. I, however, never seemed to have any luck. And the worst part was that I was always, always horny. Always. Can I stress that enough?

Sometimes I would have to change my pants halfway through the day because I would get so aroused, I would soak right through them. It was a problem, honestly, especially when I didn’t have someone to help get me off. I masturbated at least once a day, sometimes twice. That was something I hadn’t thought of when I had planned to go on this trip. At first thought, I figured that I could at least get myself off in the shower every day. That was a good plan, but it didn’t work out exactly as I had thought.

We drove from New Jersey through Pennsylvania, working our way out to Chicago. We stopped for the night around Pittsburgh. In the morning, I got in the shower and tried to get myself off, but the water didn’t stay hot long enough, and two other women had to shower after me. I gave up and hoped that I could get myself off when I got out of the shower. But as soon as the water turned off, Krissy was practically breaking the door down to gain access to the bathroom, and she didn’t care if I was still in there or not. She would have gotten right in the shower in front of me.

I sighed and gave up hope, and got dressed. For traveling, I had chosen to wear stretchy sweatpants and a baggy shirt and sweatshirt. I was relegated to the back for this leg of the journey, so when we got in the car, I settled myself in the back behind the driver’s seat. We had stayed up late talking, and the other girls were still tired. Krissy was driving with Ardina sitting in the front and Holly in the back next to me. I watched Holly out of the corner of my eye. She was getting drowsy. I didn’t talk and stared out the window a while, glancing in her direction every so often. Krissy had some music on, and the conversation in the front of the car dwindled.

After what felt like forever, Holly dozed off. I could hear mild snores coming from her direction. I had my pillow sitting on my lap, and I adjusted my hips so that my sweats would slide down a little bit. I was able to get my fingers under the band of my panties and just managed to reach my clit. I almost moaned out loud as my fingers made contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves, but I swallowed the moan at the last moment. My whole body was tensing as my fingers rubbed my clit. I was so afraid that I would get caught. What would my friends say if they found me masturbating in the car? I hadn’t told any of them of my ridiculously high sex drive.

I rubbed quickly at my clit, trying to control my breathing, feeling my pussy soaking through my pants, but not caring. Finally, I felt my pussy clench, and I knew that it was time. I turned my face to the window, closing my eyes tight and biting my lip. The orgasm rolled over me slowly, and my fingers stilled. I waited for a few beats until I thought I could handle it again and moved my fingers a little more. The orgasm continued, and I bit my lip harder. I repeated the process until I couldn’t handle it anymore, my fingers moving and then stopping, the orgasm rolling over me again and again, my pussy completely drenched.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes looking at the three other women in the car. Holly was still sleeping next to me, Krissy was bouncing along with the music, but Ardina was looking in the rearview mirror, and I looked right into her eyes and knew that she had caught me.

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