What Friends Are For

“Thanks for getting me out of the house tonight. Honestly, I’ve been such a hermit lately, this has been really nice. Good food, lots of laughs…”

“A few $14 cocktails…”

“Yeah, my bank account will hate me tomorrow… but hey, you offered to drive.”

“It’s the least I can do for letting me stay with you this week.”

My car is parked so far from the door to the restaurant. It’s crazy, I drive by this place all the time and it’s never as busy as it was tonight.

The brisk night air feels good to breathe in after a night surrounded by strangers.

It’s been really nice having you stay with me… something to shake up my routine a bit.

I really needed someone to pull me out of my funk, and you always were the party animal of the group.

I didn’t realize how much I needed this until about halfway through dinner. I was laughing so hard my stomach started to hurt and I can’t remember the last time that happened. Probably the last time we were together, actually.

It’s felt a bit like old times. You haven’t changed at all since I last saw you… that was maybe 2 years ago now. We used to be roommates, told each other everything, were in multiple group chats together… but life just kind of took us in different directions. I can’t believe how quickly time has passed.

“So… what should we do tonight? Movie? Or just scroll on our phones aimlessly, enjoying each other’s silent company?”

“Oh yeah, definitely the second one. I just need to shut my mind off…”

“Work’s been rough this week, huh?”

“Ugh, I don’t even want to talk about it.”

There’s something different about the way you look at me as we approach my car. You’re staring at me expectantly… for some reason, it’s making me a little nervous.

You’re standing so close to me, looking at me as if you’re expecting something.

“The keys? I said I was driving back to your place, remember… right around that third cocktail…?”

“Oh shit, yeah, sorry… here. Let me just… I know they’re in here somewhere…”

It’s been so long since I enjoyed a night out, and even longer since I had a cocktail, so the few I did have seem to have gone straight to my head.

I set my purse on the hood of my car to get a better look inside. Why do I have so much stuff in here?

“Why do you have so much shit in there? No wonder you can’t find anything.”

“Oh my god, I was literally just thinking that. Like right before you said it, I was thinking it.”

“Some days I think I know you better than you know yourself.”

It’s true, you do know me really well, even after years apart. But you like to think I’m this predictable, innocent person. I think some things about me could still surprise you.

You were my first queer experience all those years ago, and you like to rub that in. You said you knew I was into you back in high school… before I even fully realized myself that I wasn’t straight.

You’ve always had a way of getting under my skin, it’s not surprising that you were the first one…

“Okay, so you know me, but you don’t know everything.”

“There isn’t a single thing you could do that would surprise me. Face it… you’re basic.”

“Basic, huh?”

“Yep…”

You step closer to me so that I have to lean back onto the hood of the car a little. You lean into me, your lips inches away from mine.

It feels like a challenge… an invitation. Instead of leaning forward to kiss you, which I know you’re expecting, I push you gently out of my way and walk to the side of the car.

I open the door to the back seat and stare at you. You have this puzzled, slightly shocked look on your face and I have to hold back a smile.

“Get in.”

You climb into the back seat of my car, all the way over to the far side, and I follow you, closing the door behind us.

As soon as I turn to face you, you lean in to kiss me.

You’re dominant and in control most of the time, and usually, I’m happy enough to just go along with it.

Your lips are warm and soft, and you bite down a little on my lip as you pull away.

I have no idea what’s come over me, but when I lean in to kiss you again, I place my hands on your shoulders and push you back up against the door of the car.

“Spread your legs…”

“What are you… oh…”

Your dress slides up as my hand moves up your thigh. I pull your panties to one side and let my fingers settle between your legs.

I slip my fingers between your lips and press down gently onto your clit.

“Fuck…”

I lean into you a little more so your back is pressed right up against the door. Your head tilts back against the window as I tease you.

There’s something so sexy about being the one calling the shots right now. I like the way your lips are parted, the way your chest moves as you grind a little against my touch.

Every sound you make spurs me on, and I start to play with you a little faster.

You lay a hand on top of mine and move my fingers where you want them to be. I don’t wait before letting my fingers sink deep inside you.

“Oh my god…”

You’re staring at me now as I thrust into your wet pussy. God, I love feeling you tighten around my fingers.

My other hand grips your thigh. The way your eyes are focused on mine is so intense, I can tell you’re also liking this new side of me.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes…”

“Pull your shirt down…”

Your hands fumble with the buttons on the front of your dress, and you quickly undo a few of them.

My lips are on your chest before you’re finished, and I move my mouth down to your nipples. I let my tongue circle them gently a few times before taking one into my mouth…

“Mmm… I like that.”

I trail my lips up to yours and kiss you again, pushing you up against the door a little harder as my fingers move in and out of you faster.

Your lips are so soft… and you taste like peaches from the mocktails you’ve been drinking all night.

I pull away a little, just enough for me to watch the look on your face as I push a third finger inside you.

I love the way you moan, the way you grind against me. You’re desperate, and I like that I’m the one making you feel this way… right here in the back seat of my car… in the middle of this crowded parking lot.

Maybe there are other people heading to their cars after a night out… or people who saw us both get into the back seat together. Maybe they can hear us.

The idea of it excites me even more, and I start to fuck you harder. I want them to hear us… to hear how you moan for me, how good I’m making you feel.

“Moan louder for me. I don’t care who hears us…”

“Yeah… I want to cum like this, just like this… fuck… oh my god…”

I think for a second about denying you, making you wait until we get back to my place… but this is so hot and fun, I don’t want to stop.

I’m thinking about the next time I get into this car… on the way to work or to get groceries… glancing into the back seat and knowing that I made you cum for me right here…

“That’s it. I want you to cum all over these fingers for me.”

“Yeah, cum for me. Please, cum for me… I want it…”

Your hand stops guiding mine and you cup one of your breasts, squeezing tightly as I fuck you hard and fast, thrusting into you over and over again.

Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this. Your eyes close and your head tilts back, your long, gorgeous neck exposed for me to kiss and bite as you cum.

My fingers are still thrusting into you, a little softer now… just letting it out.

“Keep… keep going. I want…”

I lean forward and kiss you again as my fingers continue to thrust in and out of you. You want to cum again and I’m desperate to make it happen.

“Cum for me again, come on… that’s it…”

“Yes! Fuck…”

I can feel how wet you are, the warmth of it sticking to my fingers as I fuck you harder, pinning you in place with my free hand.

You start to grind against me, rolling your hips, desperate to get just a little more…

“Oh my god…”

I lean back toward my side of the car and your body follows mine. You’re still desperate, almost frenzied, as if you don’t want to stop touching me even for a second.

You hover on top of me for a moment before taking my hand and moving it up to your lips. You suck my fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Then, you lean forward and kiss me… the taste of you mixing between us.

“Mmm…”

The way you kiss is so different from anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s somehow slow and sensual but also passionate. You’re taking your time with me, but it also feels rushed and exciting.

Your lips move slowly down my body, but you keep your eyes fixed on me as you start to undo the buttons on my jeans. You just have this way about you… this natural sexual charisma… I’ve always admired that. It’s such a turn-on, too.

Without saying anything, I lift myself up a little to help you with sliding my jeans and underwear off.

You settle between my legs and give me a little smirk before I feel your tongue…

“Oh…”

Your tongue flicks back and forth across my clit as your fingers tease me, warming me up to your touch.

I let my head rest against the window and spread my legs a little more, soaking in being the center of your attention.

I love watching your head bobbing between my legs… the way you look up at me every few seconds. You love to watch… so do I.

I reach down to my jeans and pull out my phone. I unlock it and tap the camera, pointing it down at you.

“A little something to enjoy later?”

You nod up at me with a smile and focus your attention back on my clit, your tongue eagerly moving back and forth.

I tap the camera icon and zoom in on your face buried between my legs.

“Fuck… yes. Right there. That feels so good when you do that.”

It’s hard to hold the camera still as your fingers gently pump inside me, curling up to hit the right spot.

I grind against you even harder as your tongue starts to flick faster around my clit.

Oh god, my thighs are trying to clench together, but your other hand is keeping them firmly spread apart.

Every few seconds you look up at me, at the camera, showing off a little. You love this just as much as I do.

“More… I want more.”

Your fingers fuck me harder and your mouth covers me, sucking on my clit before letting your tongue flick around it again.

“Holy shit. Don’t stop… please…”

I don’t know if it’s the drinks or being in public or the fact that I haven’t had sex in months, but I can’t hold out much longer. What you’re doing feels so fucking good…

“Oh, shit. Oh… I’m going to cum if you keep doing that, fuck!”

“That’s it. Cum for me.”

Your tongue swirls around my clit in quick motions and your fingers steadily thrust in and pull back out of me. My thighs are shaking, and I’m trying so hard to keep the camera focused. I feel so desperate for you… so desperate to cum for you.

“Yeah, oh god…”

I lock my phone and toss it onto the seat next to us as I sit up and pull you into my arms.

It’s not romantic… it never has been between us, but I feel the need to be close to you right now… as close as we can be in the back seat of my car, to feel your warmth, to hear your heart racing like mine is.

Your body is positioned between my legs, your head resting on my shoulder. You stay like that for a moment before pulling away.

There’s something a little shy about the look you give me. It’s a little strange, to see that more vulnerable side of you.

“Okay, so maybe you’re a little more unpredictable than I thought. In the parking lot… such a bad girl. And filming it for later… a nice touch.”

“I told you I could still surprise you.”

There’s a comfortable silence between us as you start to button up your dress.

I pull my pants back up, adjusting myself as much as I can. I’ll have to wait until I get out to button them back up.

“We should head back before…”

“Yeah, good idea. I’m glad we’ve still got a few more days together… I’m curious to see what other surprises you’ve got for me.”