It felt like we had been on the road forever. In reality, it had only been a couple hours. My girlfriend Erica and I were on our way to visit our mutual best friend, Kristina.
Kristina always claimed to be the founder of our relationship - our matchmaker. Maybe that was partially true. I definitely consulted her a lot when I first started dating Erica. I had known Kristina for a couple years before I met Erica and I had always confided in her. In truth, I had always had a crush on Kristina, but we were never single at the same time. Now, I was happily shacked up with Erica, but I couldn't help still being attracted to Kristina.
Kristina and Erica had been friends for probably just as long, but in completely different circles, where Erica and I somehow didn't meet each other until our senior years of college. People often mistook Kristina and Erica for sisters. My girlfriend Erica looked a lot like Keira Knightley, while Kristina looked a lot like Natalie Portman. Anyone who was attracted to one was surely attracted to the other. The resemblance was all the more confusing because they so often shared clothes, from jackets to jeans to bras - a 34C, making them each slightly bustier than their celebrity doppelgangers.
While Erica and I had graduated and entered the young professional world, Kristina had continued in school to get her Masters, albeit at a different university a couple states over. She stayed near campus even through the summer, so she could take a class or two and hold some internship or another. Missing our best friend, Erica and I set out on a road trip to visit our friend Kristina.
"I can't wait to see Kristina!" my girlfriend exclaimed. "But I am NOT looking forward to sleeping on her couch for the next few days. Long car rides always make me feel cramped and sore."
"Well, I'm sure if you asked nicely, Kristina would let you share her bed..." I suggested slyly.
"You wish!" Erica rolled her eyes at me.
I had a long tradition of implying a sexual history between Erica and Kristina, and they each had a long tradition of rejecting my implications. "I just find it hard to believe you two never fooled around. That's what college was for!"
"I keep telling you, you horndog, that it never happened. There was just the one night where we compared our tits, but that's only because we realized guys get to play with so many tits, and we only ever got to feel our own."
"And I keep telling you, I wish I'd been invited to that."
Erica playfully slapped my arm. This sort of banter at least kept me awake after a couple hours of driving through flat nothingness. "Now look, Tom. If you behave, I'll make sure we have a little bit of fun this weekend while Kristina is in class. But we have to be sneaky about it. You know her long-distance boyfriend's job isn't as flexible as ours, so she hasn't been able to see him in months. If she finds out we christened her bed before she did, she'll be irritated with us."
"Fiiiiiiine," I exhaled.
"Promise?" Erica asked.
"I promise, I'll be good."
"Good." Erica deemed. "But just for good measure, let's relieve your sexual tension before we get there."
"Oh definitely, I could do with a break. I think I saw a sign for a rest stop a couple miles-" I stopped, as Erica unclipped her seatbelt. She got up on her knees on the seat, twisted toward me, and bent her head down into my lap. I looked around, but we hadn't seen another car for a while. She unzipped my shorts and fished out my penis.
"Eyes on the road, sir." Erica instructed.
I was glad the highway was so flat and boring because my attention was divided. My girlfriend was usually so cute and demure, but every now and then she got a crazy streak, where she was outrageously horny and a bit impish. So her spontaneous blowjob was a welcome, but not so surprising surprise.
Erica put my semi-hard dick and my balls all in her mouth at once. The warmth of her mouth caused it to begin to grow immediately. She spit out my cock, but kept sucking on my balls, while her left hand reached over to begin stroking me against her face. Usually, I would try to hold on as long as I could - one, to prolong the pleasure, and two, because it forced her to become more and more creative in her techniques - but I felt our current situation was a bit risky. In no time at all, she had me hard as a rock and throbbing. I warned her that I would be cumming soon, so she stopped sucking on my balls and replaced them with the head of my cock. She swirled her head around the tip while sucking it tightly. She kept jacking me with her hand until I spewed three or four shots into her mouth. She continued to suckle me gently as she gulped everything down, making sure to not leave a mess behind. I uncrossed my eyes and noticed we were going about half the speed limit, so I got us back on track before anyone noticed anything suspicious.
Erica tucked me back into my shorts, turned back around in her seat, and rebuckled her seat belt. "Think that'll get you through until Kristina leaves for class tomorrow?" Erica asked, as she brushed her hair with her fingers.
***
We arrived at Kristina's apartment a couple hours later. The girls hugged and cried and generally overreacted, I felt. I got my hug as well and we headed inside Kristina's new apartment. She gave us the "not-so-grand" tour: the front door opened into a living room/dinette, there was a small kitchen beyond that, a smaller bathroom to the side, and a bedroom at the back of the apartment. We would be sleeping on the couch in that front room.
"Unfortunately, it's just a couch." Kristina informed us. "It doesn't even unfold into a sleeper. But I have lots of blankets and pillows!"
"It's perfect," Erica responded. "We're just here to see you, not sleep."
"In that case, I'll crack open a bottle of wine and we can catch up!"
Kristina and Erica sat at opposite ends of the sofa, facing each other, legs intertwined. I sat in the matching chair, 90 degrees to them.
"First things first," Erica began. "When did you stop wearing bras?"
I choked on my wine, but the girls didn't seem to notice. Kristina blushed as she answered, "Oh, you noticed?"
"Of course, I did. As soon as our car pulled up, your little torpedoes were pointed right at me! I'm sure Tom could feel them digging into his chest when you hugged." The girls both glanced at me, but they didn't wait for a response from me.
"Well, I just figured, why not?" Kristina explained. "I like to be comfortable. It's too hot in this state to wear one. It's my right. So, whatever!"
Erica laughed, "Well, if you're not wearing one, I'm not wearing one." And with that, she reached behind herself, unclipped her bra, and pulled it out from under her shirt. The girls laughed and shimmied at each other, and I watched as their boobs swung back and forth under their shirts, admittedly paying more attention to Kristina's torso than my girlfriend's.
We continued to chit chat long into the night, finishing the bottle of wine and a second. Kristina finally retired to her bedroom, Erica curled up on the couch, and I fell asleep sitting up more or less in the chair.
***
I woke up from a lovely dream. In it, Kristina was on her knees in front of me, shirt off, boobs out, sucking my dick. This wasn't the first time I'd had this dream, but it was one of the more realistic times. As the dreamscape broke and I opened my eyes, I found the dream wasn't far from reality, with the important exception that it was my girlfriend Erica sucking my dick, on her knees, in Kristina's apartment.
"Oh, damn, Erica, that feels so good," I moaned.
She looked up at me and smiled around my cock. She removed my cock from her mouth and said, "Good morning, sleepyhead. You were knocked out! I knew you shouldn't have had so much wine. Kristina has already been up and around the apartment, getting ready for her day. She even made a smoothie and you slept right through that loud blender!"
"Oh sorry," I said, as Erica resumed sucking me. "Where is she now?"
Erica switched back to jerking me off, while she informed me, "Oh, she's in the shower. These walls are surprisingly soundproof; you can't even hear the water running. She came into the living room to ask how we slept, but she saw your morning wood tenting your shorts, so she scampered away, embarrassed." The idea of Kristina seeing my erection, even covered by my shorts, got me even harder. Erica felt it. "Oh, I knew you'd like that image. I bet you wish it were her down here sucking your cock, don't you?"
With any other girl I've been with, this would've been a loaded question. With Erica, I knew it was just dirty talk. She was well aware of my attraction to our mutual friend and she was fine with it, as long as I didn't act on it. I nodded, but decided not to volunteer any information about my dream.
"Good. Then you'll be on board for the wicked idea I have." Erica smirked.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"You'll just have to see..."
"Well, you'd probably better hurry. Kristina isn't known for long showers." I advised.
Erica was already back to deep throating my dick. She was masterful. I'd never known a girl who could take me so deep, so easily. While my dick was planted in her throat, she wagged her tongue back and forth across my shaft, and hummed. I threw my head back and looked at the ceiling as I felt my orgasm building. Erica slowly withdrew her mouth from my dick, loudly slurping the whole way up, until just the head was in her mouth. She pumped my cock, and I grunted as my orgasm struck me. I came with what felt like one of my larger loads in her mouth. Erica kept sucking until she'd extracted every drop of my cum.
I grunted again as my body shuddered. "Ok, ok, enough, enough." I told her. "I love your wicked ideas. That was a great blowjob."
Erica sat back on her heels and smirked at me, but didn't open her mouth. Then she got up, and strode still topless across the room. I watched as she picked up what was left of Kristina's smoothie, opened her mouth, and spit what must've been three ounces of my cum into the travel mug. She swirled the smoothie like a glass of wine to mix it in and then she set it back on the counter, just as Kristina opened the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around herself.
