Sharing is Caring
By Roderick Bottoms
It was
late
late (or
early
early?) and the orderly suburban lights flanking the highway were all low as they passed in a soft blur. Monica's mom's vintage SUV moved along at a smooth, solid clip of about 70 mph as the four of them zoomed back to the city from a weekend long music festival. The car had a pleasant sent of youth -- and ganja thanks to the remainder of the joint they'd smoked earlier in the trip. The radio was on a classic rock station with the volume low.
Monica periodically checked the rearview mirror for cops and to see what was up in the back seat. Drake dozed in the seat next to her. Behind him sat, Caitlyn, who was bunched up next to Greta in the middle and Rhys, Caitlyn's cousin, behind Monica. The three back-seaters had been giggling and making increasingly raunchier jokes for the last dozen miles or so. It was no secret that Greta had a serious thing for Rhys, whose sexual proclivities had drifted into the unknown recently. Greta -- something of a good girl -- was being tortured by Caitlin over her crush.
"Ooh, I've got an idea," Caitlyn cooed. "Truth or dare, anyone?"
"ClichΓ© much?" Rhys replied, drolly.
"There's a reason why it's clichΓ©!" Caitlyn responded. "Because it's fun!"
"Well, I'm so boring you guys won't want any truth from me," Greta said. "I'll have to be all dares."
"OK, Monica, you go first!" Caitlyn said.
Monica smiled wanly and looked back at Caitlyn through the rearview.
"C'mon, y'all," Monica said plaintively. "We're not that far from the city...."
"Lame!" Caitlyn teased.
"Yeah, c'mon Monnie," Rhys joined in. "Besides, you're driving, so there's not much we can dare you with, ha!"
Monica laughed a little at that. "OK, but..." she started, turning the radio off. She looked back in the rearview and caught Caitlyn's bright eyes staring back.
"Well, Catie dear, since you're so gung-ho, you lead us off!" Monica announced. "Truth or dare?"
"Umm, let's start with truth," Caitlyn said playfully.
"OK -- truth," Monica said. "Have you ever posted a homemade porn to the internet?"
"Ha, haaa!" Rhys laughed.
Caitlyn, also laughing, covered her mouth with her hands in feigned shock. "OMFG, Monnie!" she exclaimed. "You know the answer to that..."
"What?!" Rhys said. "Do I even want to know?"
"Hell, you about to find out!" Monica said, with an exaggerated Southern accent.
"Well...." Caitlyn began. "Yes..."
"Oy!" Rhys said with a dramatic sigh.
"Details!" Greta demanded.
"Okay," Caitlyn said. "Remember when I was dating Syd?"
"Syd Smith, the weird looking guy?" Rhys asked, incredulous.
"Hell-to-the-know!" Caitlyn said. "NOT Sydney Smith. I'm talking about Syd Ramos, you know, the drummer from The Trance and Mrs. Jones?"
"Oh yeah!" Rhys and Greta responded in unison.
"He's a cutie!" Greta said.
"And a fucking hella good drummer," Rhys added.
"Yeah, he's hot, but he's a freaking lunatic, too," Caitlyn said. "He's not violent or dangerous, or anything, but he's absolutely fucking obsessed with aliens and UFOs. He is completely convinced they're running things and fucking stuff up for their own amusement. Watching and making us do crazy shit and all. And that was like
all
he ever wanted to talk about, and I just got bored.
Anyway, we were exclusive for about three months or so. The sex -- the sex was fucking unreal. But I am here to tell you, it's not enough to sustain a relationship on its own. Not enough for me, anyway...."
"Does he ever make any booty calls?" Monica asked, playfully.
"No -- but I have!" Caitlyn said. Everyone laughed at that.
"Back to your porno," Greta ordered.
"Yeah, so like I said, the sex was great. He's got a great dick, not huge, but pretty thick. One day we're just messing around, and he goes, 'I want to make a porno!' We were -- like -- petting pretty heavy, and I was totally turned on, so I said OK. Later, I was thinking, is this such a good idea? But a few days later, after a few glasses of wine, we're making out and I'm getting wet and he's like, 'How about we make our porno?' The man is a great kisser and then he's like kissing my ear and starting to cup my pussy under my skirt and..."
"Couldn't resist, huh?" Monica asked.
"Nope!" Caitlyn said, shaking her head.
"What did y'all do?" Greta asked.
"Well, we used his iPhone and it was pretty standard stuff, porno-wise. In the heat of things, you kinda just want to get to the good stuff! I sucked his dick, we fucked in a few positions and then I finished him off. When we were done, neither of us were really in the mood to watch it. But the next morning we got up and watched it and holy shit, was it a turn on! We posted it to Pornhub and watched it again once it was up. By the time we finished watching it, I was like dripping wet and ready to cum the moment he put his dick in me."
"Anyway," Caitlyn continued. "Fast-forward a few months and we're not really a thing anymore. I started feeling a little sheepish about having that out there. I searched for it and found it on Pornhub, and it had like 800,000 views!"
"
Hoooly
shit," Monica, Greta and Rhys said in unison.
"So, 800,000 people have seen you swallowing a load?" Rhys said.
"Well, when you put it like that..." Caitlyn said, giggling. "I watched it again and -- honestly, it is just
such
a fucking turn on. It makes me feel
so
dirty and so fucking hot. I love watching my body, watching myself suck cock, watching me on all fours getting the shit fucked out of me. And to know that like almost a
million
people have watched me? It's just
so
fucking hot, y'all! Sooo, yada-yada-yada, yeah, it's still up!"
"Damn, it's still up?" Monica asked.
"Yup," Caitlyn said. "I figure it's just like one video in a fucking
endless
sea
of amateur porn, right? I really don't care."
"Is it weird that that story turned me on?" Rhys asked, seemingly only half-joking.
An awkward quiet settled on the car.