Once we started driving and the girls got a good eyeful of my erection as I finally got it to go down, the two hot women I was squeezed between in the backseat finally let go of my arms.
Scarlet turned from the passenger's seat to hand me a thin box. "This is a gift from Ingrid, she made it just for you." She exchanged a wink with the girl sitting to my right.
Desperate to cover myself, I placed the box on my lap. There were no strings or wrapping paper, just a lid that I pulled off to reveal some kind of shiny material inside.
"What the..." I held up the strange tiny garment in my fingers and examined it by stretching it by the sides. It was a metallic purple cloth with hot rod flames on the hips, a white star silhouette on the front part, and bright letters on the back part that said 'BIRTHDAY BOY!' in bold graphics. It appeared to be made of lycra. "Is this a speedo?" I asked.
"Sure it is you big dork." Sage nudged me. "Now are you going to put it on or are you just going to arrive to our destination naked?"
Scarlet's hand shot up. "I vote for the latter!"
Ingrid actually looked annoyed at her friend. "Do you have any idea how long it took for me to make this? HE'S PUTTING IT ON!"
At that, Sage tossed off the box on my lap revealing my penis once again. I didn't even have enough time to feel embarrassed that my crush saw my dick again because I moved at the authoritative tone in Ingrid's voice just as quickly so I could move the speedo around my ankles. I don't blame Sage this time for exposing me again. Ingrid normally goes along with whatever Scarlet says but she has a passion for fashion that can get scary. That, and I really really wanted to get covered up again.
"I also want him to put it on," grumped Santiago. "You've humiliated the poor guy enough and I don't like how my girlfriend is staring at my best friend's dick!" His eyes never left the road as he tightened his grip on the wheel.
Scarlet leaned over to her boyfriend and kissed his pierced ear as she spoke in a low whisper. "You don't have to worry. Among all my dirty schemes, catching you was by far the best plan I ever made." Santiago blushed and tightened his lips together as he struggled to refocus on the road while Scarlet settled back into her seat, placing her hand on his knee.
After some ridiculous rubbing and gyrating against the gorgeous babes who were packed in next to me, I finally managed to get the tiny garment up to my thighs.
"See, this is taking too long. Ingrid, give me a hand." Sage grabbed the waistline of my speedo and yanked it up to my navel. Ingrid joined in by shoving her hands under my butt and masterfully manipulated the stretchy material to come up to the small of my back. These ladies were practically groping and pawing my most private parts getting me in this thing. My face heated up as Sage cupped my balls to tuck in my package. When they finally finished, I let out a huge breath not even realizing I was holding it in the whole time.
I looked in between my legs at their work and pointed at my crotch as I turned to Ingrid. "You made this? All by yourself?" I've always known for a while now that Ingrid had an interest in fashion designing but I never knew she was this talented.
"Pretty impressive right?" Ingrid looked proud. "I didn't get your measurements so I had to guess the size, which is why its a little small on you. Fortunately, one of the good things about lycra is that it is as stretchy as hell. Plus, you got to love the design, right? It is just so you!"
Weirdly enough, everything she said was correct. True that the material was a size or two too small and it was slowly riding down my hips, but it was still oddly comfortable despite it hugging my tender parts. And even weirder than that, I was wildly impressed that Ingrid managed to make this. She was right, I loved the design! Most people would think that it would look pretty tacky but I loved flashy stuff simply because it fit my personality so well and I actually enjoyed being the center of attention (when I am not butt-naked in front of a bunch of women ogling my vulnerabilities that is). Ingrid knew that.
