Roadtrip Hookup

“I think you’ve got it upside down… Haven’t you ever read a map before? ”

“Of course I’ve read a map… It was just in a textbook and not so.. Faded, and… why are we even navigating by this anyway? ”

We’ve been driving for a few hours now, and as the sun began to set, my best friend’s mood visibly darkened too. Now, as she tries to read the map in the low light of the car, I can just see her furrowed brow.

She’s frustrated, and I don’t blame her. I’m driving, so I’ve got something to do, but she… well, she must be really bored on this long and endless highway. But hey, she’s the one who decided we should make this adventure an analog one.

“This was your idea, remember?”

“I want to go on a road trip like the movies, let’s do it right. No phones, just us, a map, and a sense of adventure!”

“You wanted to be a… what did you call it? Vintage Vixen? All old-fashioned maps and…. Don’t look at me like that, you asked for this. ”

“I thought it would be fun! That there’d be lots to see. But now it’s dark and flat and boring and… and I’m hungry! And tired! And I want to stretch my leggsssssss. Don’t judge me, but I miss doom-scrolling, too. ”

“Your phone is in the glovebox… Just waiting for you… turn me on… use me. ”

“No, I won’t cave. We’ve got this… right?”

“Alright, alright, let me just… I think I see lights up there, and we’ve been on this same straight for ages. I need a break anyways, let’s just pull over there for a bit?”

“Yes, please!”

The rest stop I can see ahead looks closed, but it’ll be a good enough place to stop and have a snack. We can stretch our legs and make a plan from there.

I take stock of our surroundings, noticing that the building is indeed closed, but the facilities seem to be clean and open and…

“Wow”

“What?”

“Look, over there.”

I dip my chin, pointing out the back of the car. Through the dusty rear windshield in the low light of the setting sun, you can just make out rolling meadows with wildflowers and over the flowers, there are—

“Fireflies!!”

“Come on! Let’s get a better look!”

I open my mouth to respond, but she’s out the door too quickly, so I follow her as she pops open the tailgate and jumps up into the spacious trunk.

I’m extra glad I packed the blankets that are folded neatly beneath us, making my comfy car feel absolutely luxe as I hop in beside her.

“I haven’t seen so many since I was a little girl! Can you believe it?”

She nudges me with her shoulder, her frustration and hunger forgotten in the new excitement of the fireflies scattered like stars across the fields in front of us.

“It’s… magical.”

It kinda surprises me to realise I mean it. She’s the more adventurous of the pair of us, planning analog roadtrips on a whim while I’m making color-coded spreadsheets and packing snacks like we’re going to the ends of the Earth but…

Right now, her unabashed joy is contagious, and I’m so glad I followed her lead on this one.

“Oooh, look! Over there!”

I follow the arm she’s flung out to see a cluster of deer, walking serenely along the edge of the field where the treeline begins.

“Wow, I’ve never seen deer this close.”

“Me neither… let’s stay for a bit? Watch the sun set, take a break and just… enjoy this for a while.”

She’s right, moments like this are fleeting - and I don’t want to rush it or miss it because we’re in a hurry to do the next thing.

It’s always about the next thing, checking it off and doing more… especially with the rigorous schedule I've put us on… she’s so good at reminding me that we’re supposed to be having fun.

“Yeah, let’s just stay for a while. I’ll grab the snacks.”

I can practically feel her staring at me like I’ve sprouted an extra head as I reach over her, grabbing the cooler and popping the top to find that she’s gone a little rogue with our snack choices.

“Really?”

I hold my hand up, showing her the bottle of wine I found tucked into the top of the cooler. I definitely did not pack this.

“Well, what fun would it be if I followed alllll your rules?”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re driving. Pass the wine.”

“Whatever you say, boss. You’re lucky I packed cups.”

As we watch the night sky paint over the streaky sunset and darkness falls across the rolling field, it’s easier than ever to see the fireflies flickering.

We sit in quiet for a while, just watching as she drinks and I drink it all in. Trying to just be here, in my body and in this moment. I’ve never been very good at being still and present like this.

She must notice, because she kicks her feet out, her bare legs coming to rest over mine, and the feel of her grounding me to this moment makes it feel that much more tangible.

I rest my hand on the top of her feet, one thumb dipping down to lightly rub at her arches.

“That feels amazing, holy shit.”

I grin at her and continue massaging her feet and calves as we both get lost in the view. The feel of her smooth skin and familiar body in my hands helps me focus on the here and now, and I lean into that.

“I’ve paid for pedicures, for massages… and they’re never half as good as yours. How do I forget every time how good your hands feel?”

My cheeks flush a bit, and I’m not really sure why - so I just grin at her and say nothing as I continue to massage my best friend.

“This wine is delicious, you’re missing out.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying your contraband.”

“While we’re on the subject of contraband, should we grab your phone? Take a picture so we never forget this sunset.”

“What about your camera, Miss Vintage Vixen? All those analog moments you want to capture organically?”

“Come on, ooooone little cell phone picture. It won’t kill us to break the rules just a little, right?”

Her head drops onto my shoulder, cheek turning toward me as she meets my eyes and pouts out her bottom lip

“It can be our secret… I won’t tell a soul.”

My breath catches, heart tumbling over itself for a second in a weightless, bubbly way I don’t quite understand at the heavy weight of her gaze and her pleading tone, and I try to push it away.

“Not a single soul? Just all your Instagram followers when you post it later?”

“Yep! Just them. Come onnnn, go get one of the phones. I bet you have yours right here…”

She lunges toward me, trying to reach past me for the phone she rightfully suspects is tucked in my pack.

Because her feet were already in my lap, it doesn’t take much effort for her to pull herself across me until she’s straddling my lap, pressing herself into me as she tries to lean over my shoulder and reach my bag behind me…

Suddenly, that feeling of weightless bubbly warmth in my chest is sparking, catching and burning through me, and I think I might panic for a brief second before I recognise it…

As desire.

I am suddenly aware of my best friend in a way I never have been before, her firm, braless tits pressed nearly into my face, her hips pressing my own chest as she tries to reach for the phone in my pack, and I’m so aware of every inch of her.

Aware of how much I want to explore every inch of her…

Her soft skin, the sea salt and sunshine scent of her, the way my right hand still rests on her calf, and how, now with a mind of its own, it’s sliding up, up her calf until I’m lightly gripping the back of her thigh, leaning back and trying to meet her eyes.

“Um…”

“Hm?”

She seems to hear the confusion in my voice as she pulls back, leaning until she’s sitting on my lap to meet my eyes, and she must recognise what she sees because a slow smile tilts her full lips for a moment before she moves.

“You know… there are other things we can do on this trip too… that can be our little secret…”

Her lips on mine feel unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and the electric feel of her against me sparks against my skin as I move my hand from her thigh to her ass, up her back until it’s tangling in her hair. Tugging and gripping, teasing so beautifully as our kiss deepens.

She’s all teasing nips and exploring tongue, soft curves and gentle moans as she presses into my touch, into my mouth…

Now all I want is this, her, just like this, and it’s so much, but I want more and–

“Oh shit! Oh god, I’m so sorry, I-”

She’s scrambling, pulling away, trying to heave herself off my lap like a fucking salmon flinging itself into a river, and I’m laughing as I grab her waist, trying to keep her from falling, and her eyes are huge and she looks so panicked.

“Don’t. I’m not.”

My arms wind around her waist, pulling her close, catching her gaze.

“Not what?”

“I’m not sorry. In fact, I want more.”

I cup the back of her head, and pull her to me, sealing our lips together slowly and with intention as I kiss her again.

Her breasts press into mine as she surrenders to my kiss and her body melts into mine.

This is, undoubtedly, the hottest kiss of my life.

“I didn’t know… You’re into women. ”

“You never asked.”

The gravity of that hits me in the same way as the roll of her hips against mine as she presses into me, and nips my bottom lip.

“So feisty.”

But she’s right, I didn’t ever ask. In the years we’ve been friends, she only dated guys, and I assumed she only ever did. But her peaked nipples and swollen mouth pressed into mine are telling me something else, and I ask now.

“So are you into women?”

“Very. Especially you. For a while now… ”

And that’s all I need to hear before I stop resisting how badly I want to fuck my best friend, right here, right now.

I grip her hips, lifting her from my lap just enough to get the leverage I need to roll us over until she’s lying back against the bags, and I’m on top of her, my mouth on hers again as I move my hands up to touch her bare skin.

“God, you’re so soft.”

I palm her tits, her nipples pressing into my palms as I massage and tease her, and she arches into me.

“Oh, yes. I love when– Yeah, squeeze it like that… mmm, a little harder. ”

I tweak her nipple, following her direction as I press my hips into hers and drink in her pleasure at the way I’m touching her.

“More. Touch me… I need you to touch me.”

It doesn’t occur to me to take my time, as I follow her directive and slide my hand down her soft stomach, beneath the waistband of her shorts, and through the soft curls before I find her, wet and wanting.

“You’re so wet…”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time…”

My fingers dip between her swollen lips, swiping through the wetness of her as I stroke along her slit, trying to map her anatomy and take note of the way she’s already beginning to writhe beneath my touch.

“Mmmm, yes.”

When I stroke her clit, a gentle circle around the tight, swollen bud, her hips buck and she moans for me.

The way she thrusts up, pressing her clit into my touch, makes my own clit throb, and I can feel the heat between my own thighs grow more insistent.

“Tell me what you like.”

“This. Yeah, touch me, little circles… ohhhhh, yes. Mmmm, more pressure. Just like that. ”

I do as she asks, it’s so hot the way she tells me what she wants and I can give it to her, exactly like she likes…

“What else?”

“Fuck me… I need, mmm, god, yes, there.”

I drag my fingers from her clit toward her core, teasing them between her lips and she grinds into my hand, eager for more, to feel me inside her…

It makes me dizzy with want, and I shift my body to press into her, looking for friction and finding it against the seam of my jean shorts.

“You want one finger? Two? More?”

“Two. More. I’m greedy.”

She’s tight, hot, and so wet beneath my touch as I do as she asks. My thumb still taps gentle circles on her clit as I thrust two fingers up, slow and steady.

“God, the feel of you. Spread your legs for me… ”

“Does it feel good like this? Let me hear you.”

She arches up, pressing her tits up, and I watch them bounce and sway as she grinds into my hand, taking my two fingers so well that I add a third.

“Ohhh, yes. Mmm, so good.”

I continue to press my fingers into her, filling her pussy with rhythmic thrusts. I marvel at the way she contracts and flutters around me in time with her moans.

“Do that again.”

I stop, slowing as I curl my fingers into the soft ridge inside her. I stroke her there, applying pressure in time with the gentle swirl of my fingers around her clit.

“Ohhhhh, yes, yes, oh my god. What— what are you doing? ”

“Does it feel good?”

“So fucking good. ”

I grin at her, loving the wild need in her eyes and the way she’s grinding on my hand as I stroke and fill her. I try to take it all in, filling my senses with her as I fuck her. Her arousal, slick and sweet, coats my hand up to my wrist, and the scent of her has me salivating as I grind my own pussy into that hard seam on my jeans.

The friction, combined with her desperate moans and the wet sounds as I fuck is overwhelming in the best fucking way.

“God, yes. You feel incredible. You like when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes, yes, oh my god yes. Right there.”

I tap that same sensitive ridge inside her again, stroking a bit faster with more pressure as my thumb works her clit and she moans for me. She’s so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and she sounds so good…

“I know it feels good, I can feel you, you’re so wet, you’re soaking my hand while I fuck you.”

“I might soak more than that if you keep going…”

I slow, my hand inside her stilling as I picture my best friend squirting because of me, in the back of my car, in this abandoned place no one knows about. She grinds her hips into me.

“Don’t you dare stop… please. Make me— I need… ”

I keep working her, watching as she throws her head back as she moans, completely lost to the feel of my fingers filling her desperate pussy.

I don’t change a thing, but I wish I could see the way her pussy takes me as I fuck her with my hand beneath her shorts.

“Oh my god, yes, there, don’t stop, so good.”

“That’s my girl, take what you need, there you go… that’s it, you’re so pretty when you’re desperate”

I crook my finger just a little more, a little harder, as I lean forward and take her nipple in my mouth over her shirt, sucking and nipping at the sensitive parts of her while I fuck her pussy and tease her clit.

“Yes, suck me, yes, like that… oh god, yes, yes… more, I need more. I want… yes, please please please..”

I try to give her everything she wants, everything she’s asking for as I fuck her hard and fast, touching everywhere while she moans and begs.

“Don’t stop, please, please I’m going to… I’m gonna—- Oooooh. ”

“That’s it, that’s my girl, cum for me. Make a mess for me, that’s it…”

With every pulse of her pussy, another long stream of cum hits my hand, her shorts, her thighs…

We’re both drenched as she cums hard around my fingers, and I’m gasping, grinding, desperate, and in awe.

“Oh my god…”

She’s watching me, wary, like she’s not sure what to expect, but all I know is that I’m not done.

“I need to taste you.”

I don’t wait for her to answer before I’m sliding my hand out of her wet shorts, tugging them down as I move, backing up until I can hop out of the trunk and stand on the ground so she’s presented to me like a feast that I intend to devour.

And when I catch her eye, she gives me a brief nod, her pretty, swollen mouth open in surprise as I lean forward and

“I’m going to lick this sweet pussy clean.”

“Mmm, god, such a dirty mouth.”

“Only for dirty girls.”

“God you taste so good… Fuck… ”

I’m lost to the taste and feel of her, eating her pussy like it’s a Michelin-starred meal, when I feel her tugging at my hair.

“Yes?”

“I want… Can I taste you too? Please?”

She looks shy, vulnerable, and… absolutely fucking wrecked with desire as she asks to taste my pussy, and a new wave of desire washes over me.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I move back a little, not sure how we’ll work this out - but she seems to have it all figured out as she slides to the ground, getting her feet beneath her for just a moment before she’s kneeling at mine, tugging my denim shorts down quickly as she taps the back of my thigh and lifts until—

“You want me to put it here?”

She nods when I indicate the bumper of my trunk, so I rest my foot there so she’s pinned between the car and my body, her face so close to my aching pussy that I can feel her breath on me. It’s already too much and not enough at the same time. I need her.

She gives a quick tug to the short, groomed hair on my pubic bone.

“I like your mohawk.”

Her mouth is on me with no warning, her tongue dipping between my folds like an expert as she licks and sucks my clit, moaning against me.

“God, you’re good at this.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Her mouth on my pussy feels incredible, and I know I won’t last long as she brings a hand up, wrapping it around my thigh to squeeze and tease me… parting my ass cheeks and tapping lightly at my pussy then my asshole while she sucks my clit.

“Ooooh, god.”

She doesn’t fuck me, but she continues to touch and tease my holes, toying with me with light pressure and teasing touches as she eats me out.

It’s so good, so much, and I was already so close, so excited from tasting her… that when she finally does take a teasing touch a bit further and presses the slick tip of her finger against my ass a little harder, my hips buck and I can feel it coming…

I know I’m close.

“Yes, again, do it again.”

And so she does, pressing her finger into my ass just a little as she sucks my clit hard, and that’s all it takes… I’m gone, I’m hers, right here, I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, and I don’t want to. Ever…

I cum harder than I’ve ever cum before, with my best friend’s finger in my ass and her mouth on my clit. She sucks on me hard, soft, then hard again, guiding me through it… god, it feels incredible.

Shit.

“I know, stunning scenery out here tonight, isn’t it?”

She cannot be serious.

She grabs my hand, tugging me closer until we’re standing side by side, looking out at the field once again.

“Sooooo, can I take a picture or…”

“Oh my god, you really are absolutely impossible.”

“You like it. Besides, it would have been kind of fun to have a camera set up for what just happened. ”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

“But about that… Do we need to like… talk about— ”

“Don’t mention it. It’s what friends are for. And I promised you a good time, right? Consider this part of the promise.”

I open my mouth, but I’m not sure what to say, and I’m still hesitating when she notices and puts an arm around me.

“Don’t get weird. This doesn’t have to change things. We’re friends. I mean, okay, perhaps we’re friends who eat each other out sometimes, is that such a crime? ”

“No, not at all.”