Bacseat Banter

Sam was lost in his own world. Now that Dave had turned back around, he was free to continue exploring Jessica's body without any interruptions. He had Jessica's sweatshirt pulled way up now, and he was tugging at the knot to untie the bikini top, but it was giving him an issue.

Jessica stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at Sam, her vision blurry. Her first thought was to say something, but the drunkenness was over riding her impulses. She thought, 'Wouldn't this piss Tommy off? He'd be so jealous if he knew I was doing this.... maybe I let him keep going, just a little while longer.'

Sam was too focused on Jessica's tits to notice her look at him, then close her eyes again. His fingers trembled as he slowly continued pulling at the ties of the bikini top He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He was so hard and he could feel the fabric of his jeans rubbing against his shaft, driving him crazy.

Still, the knots were giving him a hard time and he couldn't figure out how to untie them. He was about to just rip the thing off when he saw a small string he hadn't noticed before. He gave it a tug, and to his delight, the top came undone, revealing Jessica's bare breasts to his hungry eyes. Her tits were even more magnificent than he had imagined, full and round, with large, dark nipples that were hard and erect. He let out a low groan, his cock throbbing painfully.

Sam's hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing them, feeling their weight and firmness. Jessica let out a soft moan, her head lolling back against the seat. Sam leaned in, his mouth finding one of her nipples, sucking it gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.

"Fuck, Jessica, your tits are amazing," Sam groaned, his voice muffled against her skin.

Again, as if in a daze, Jessica said, "mmm hmmm." She felt Sam's hands on her, his mouth on her nipples, and she let out a soft moan. She felt a warmth spreading through her body. Her body was responding to Sam's touch, her nipples hardening even more, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She felt a wetness between her legs, and a giddy sexual apprehensiveness she hadn't felt in a long time. She and Tommy had fooled around, and had even had sex a few times, but he always said she was kind of a prude. 'Well who's the prude now, Tommy' she thought to herself. 'Getting felt up by some guy I barely know, I guess I'm not so boring after all.'

From the front seat, Dave was growing more and more uncomfortable. He could hear the soft moans and the rustling of fabric, and he knew that Sam was doing something he shouldn't be. He tried to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror every few seconds. He saw Sam's head low and moving around and figured Sam had finally weaseled Jessica's bikini top off. He felt a surge of anger and jealousy, but he also felt something else, something he didn't want to admit. He was hard, his cock throbbing greedily.

Jessica was lost in a haze of alcohol and pleasure. Sam's mouth on her breast felt incredible, his tongue swirling around her nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. She could feel his hands roaming her body, squeezing her tits, running up and down her sides. She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly.

Sam took that as an invitation to move things further. He slowly reached his hands to the inside of Jessica's thighs and began to rub up and down, a little higher each time, feeling her athletic thighs through her jeans.  He could feel her body tense slightly, but she didn't stop him. He moved his hands higher, his fingers brushing against her crotch. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, and it excited him to no end knowing her hot nerd-girl pussy was right there under a few layers of fabric. He let out a low groan thinking about how tight and wet it must be.

Jessica's eyes fluttered open again, and she looked at Sam, her vision still blurry. She could see the lust in his eyes, and she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. She knew she should stop him, but the alcohol was making her feel reckless. She let out a soft moan, her hips moving slightly to meet his touch.

He continued to rub her pussy through the crotch of her jeans, feeling the warmth growing. As he did, he looked at her face and only saw a small smile but her eyes remained closed. He took that as a sign to continue and attempted to undo her belt, but it had some sort of weird clasp that he couldn't figure out. 'Maybe if I unzip them, that will help..' he thought.

He fumbled with the zipper, his fingers clumsy and eager. Jessica looked down at Sam's hands, then up at his face. She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a soft moan as Sam's fingers deftly found the zipper and pulled it down. He could see the edge of her panties now, a small triangle of pink lace peeking out from the hole in her jeans. Her belt was still clasped tight, but that didn't stop Sam. He carefully slid two fingers into the fly of the jeans, bushing against the top of Jessica's pussy. Through the thin fabric of her panties he could feel her pubic hair and he tried to slide deeper but the angle was bad with the way she was sitting.

Sam looked up at Jessica, her eyes were still closed but her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming in short gasps. He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her tits still exposed, her nipples hard and erect. He had to get her belt off if he was going to get any further. He tried again to undo the clasp, but it wasn't happening. He continued his attempts, even kneeling down in front of her to get a better look but it was no use.

He was getting frustrated, and before long the grunts from his efforts reached Dave in the front seat. Dave couldn't see Sam anymore, it seemed like he had ducked low on the seat. He could still see Jessica, but she was still in a daze, her eyes closed, her body relaxed. Every time he focused on the road, it sounded like the beginning of a porno movie from the back seat. The moans, the rustling, the occasional grunt. It was driving him crazy. He was hard as a rock, his cock bulging in his boardshorts, and he had to keep reminding himself that he was driving. He couldn't help but steal glances at the rearview mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening back there.

He tried to ignore it, to focus on the road, but it was getting harder and harder to do. "Sam, what the fuck are you doing back there?" Dave growled, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

From the back, Sam called, "All good, dude, just ahhh picking a lock... " He grunted again, frustrated, as he tried to figure out the belt clasp.

Dave could see Sam's head bobbing up and down frantically. He felt a surge of anger and disgust. "Sam, stop. Now." His voice was low and firm. "Dude I'll kick you out of the car and you can walk."

"Ok, ok man, fine." Same called, and sat down on the seat next to Jessica, frustrated. He looked at her, her eyes still closed, her breathing steady. Making a decision, he pulled her sweatshirt down to cover her tits.

Up front, Dave seemed satisfied, and was back to focusing on the road. "Look man, you've had your fun ok,? Let's get her home. "

Sam kept his hands to himself for a minute, but surprisingly, Jessica seemed like she missed the contact. In her mind, she was still in that haze of pleasure and alcohol, and she felt a strange emptiness now that Sam's hands and mouth were gone.

Jessica actually had a pretty high sex drive, and she was no stranger to playing with herself. Typically in social and sexual situations with other people her anxiety and intelligence would get in the way though, making her overthink everything. Not just then, however. Since Sam's hands weren't there, she started touching herself with one hand, slipping it under the sweatshirt to caress her own large breast, teasing and pulling on her own nipple.

She let out a soft moan, her hips squirming slightly. Sam watched her, his eyes wide with surprise and lust. He couldn't believe she was touching herself like that, right in front of him.

Sam tried to ignore her, but her other hand landed on his jeans, right on his throbbing cock. He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly. He couldn't help it, he had to touch her again. Sam looked up at the front seat and it seemed like Dave was back to full concentrating on the road. He reached out, his hand finding her thigh, squeezing it gently. Jessica let out a soft moan, her hips moving again, her hand still on his cock, rubbing it gently through the denim.

Sam looked down at Jessica's hand and though, 'Well, if I can't get her pants off, maybe I just take off mine...' He quickly unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He reached out, his hand finding her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. "Jessica, you want to jerk me off a little?" he asked.

She answered, "mmm hmmm," and her fingers wrapped loosely around his cock, feeling the heat and hardness of him. She started to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft, her thumb swirling around the tip. Sam let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly.

Jessica felt Sam's hard dick in her hand and thought, 'Well, here we are. I guess I'm really doing this.' She looked up at Sam, her eyes still hazy from the alcohol, but Sam had his eyes closed in pleasure.

She gave him a small smile, then looked back down at his cock, her hand still stroking it. She could feel it throbbing in her hand, and it made her feel powerful, knowing she was doing this to him. She still felt pretty woozy though, so she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder as her small hand continued stroking his cock. She could feel his breath hitching, his hips moving in rhythm with her hand. She could smell the faint scent of sweat and cologne on his skin, and it made her feel a little lightheaded.

From the front seat, Dave gave a look back, but all he saw was Jessica with her head on Sam's shoulder and Sam with a funny smile on his face.  He couldn't see what was happening with their hands, but he could hear the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh. He knew exactly what was going on, and it made his cock throb even more. He tried to focus on the road, but his mind was filled with images of Jessica's tits, her hand on Sam's cock. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have her hand on him, to feel her touch. He pushed that away though, 'Tracy, I should be thinking of Tracy, damn it.' he told himself.

Sam, meanwhile, was in heaven. Jessica's small hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down, driving him crazy. He could feel her breath on his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. Of course, that wasn't enough for Sam. Real low, Sam whispered, "Jessica, do you want to.... suck my dick?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Yet again, Jessica answered, "mmm hmmm," reflexively without thinking about it. Her hand continued to stroke Sam's cock, feeling the heat and hardness of him.

Sam, feeling emboldened by her response and lost in the moment, wrapped a hand around her shoulder and gently pushed her face down towards his crotch.

Jessica, still in her haze, didn't resist and found herself face-to-face with his throbbing cock. She thought, 'Should I do it? Should I suck his dick?' but, before her mind could even wrap itself around the idea, her mouth was complying, parting her lips to take in the head of Sam's cock. She could taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip, salty and slightly bitter, and it sent a jolt of excitement through her.

She started to move her mouth, taking more of him in, feeling his cock slide against her tongue. She could feel it throbbing, getting even harder as she sucked. She used her hand to stroke the part of his cock that she couldn't fit in her mouth, moving it in rhythm with her mouth. She had sucked Tommy's cock a bunch of times, even watching multiple porn movies to figure out how to do it better. Really it had been the only way to keep him interested in her before she finally gave in and let him fuck her, but it had never felt like this. This was different. This was Sam, and his cock was different. It was bigger, thicker, and harder than Tommy's. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as she moved her lips up and down his shaft.

Sam let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as Jessica's mouth worked its magic. He could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. He let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in her long dark hair. "Damn, girl you are a pretty good dick-sucker for a nerd."  Sam's voice was laced with surprise and pleasure.

Jessica's cheeks flushed at the compliment, and she answered, "mmmm hmmm", which came out as a hum on Sam's dick, driving him even crazier. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, and she loved the feeling of power it gave her. She wanted to make him feel good, to make him lose control.

She started to move her head faster, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She could feel him starting to shake, his breath coming in short gasps. Her eyes watered up a little as she took him deeper into her throat. She hear his breathing getting heavier and more erratic, and it made her feel even more confident.

Sam was losing control and couldn't help the noises he was making. From the front seat, Dave  could hear the slurping sounds of Jessica's mouth on Sam's cock, and it was driving him crazy. He could feel his own cock throbbing in his shorts, and he had to adjust himself to find a more comfortable position. Still, he felt terrible thinking Sam might be taking advantage of Jessica and cleared his throat as he looked in the mirror.

Sam looked up from Jessica's head bobbing on his cock and locked eyes with Dave in the rearview mirror. He could see the disapproval in his friend's eyes, and it made him feel a pang of guilt. But, the pleasure Jessica was giving him was too good to stop. He couldn't believe this was the same girl who always had her nose in a book, who always seemed so uptight. She was anything but uptight as she gave him the best blowjob of his life.

"Dude, really" Dave asked, his voice laced with disapproval. "You're taking advantage of her. She's drunk, Sam."

Sam looked at Jessica, her eyes closed, her mouth still working on his cock. He felt a pang of guilt, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. "She's a big girl, Dave. She can make her own decisions." He tried to justify his actions, but the words felt hollow even to him. It didn't help that just then Jessica swallowed on his cock and he involuntarily moaned, his eyes closing in exquisite pleasure.

Dave shook his head, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, but didn't take his eyes off Sam. "Seriously dude, you've got to stop. This isn't right." His voice was firm, and Sam could hear the underlying concern.

Sam scoffed, "Come on, Dave... oh shit!!" And he pointed towards the windshield where a car was zipping in front of their path as it made a left turn.

Dave turned and focused, wrenching the wheel to barely avoid t-boning the other vehicle. The minivan swerved, the tires screeching as they lost traction on the wet road. The other car sped off into the night, leaving a trail of taillights.

Dave pulled over at the first place available, a driveway for a baseball field that was unused this time of year. Pulling in past some trees, he stopped by the fence and turned off the engine. The silence was deafening, and the only sound was the distant hum of the city and the rustling of leaves in the trees. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

Jessica had slid over, her mouth popping off Sam's dick, and was now lying across the backseat with her eyes closed. Luckily, the drunkenness had made her so limp and loose she registered things had changed in the car, but resumed her quiet breathing with her eyes closed. Sam looked up, now seated to one side of the van and started catching his breath.

"Sam, what the fuck was that?" Dave's voice was low and steady, but the anger was evident. "You could have killed us."

"Me? She could've bit my dick off man! You're driving like an idiot!" Sam shot back.

Dave rolled his eyes, and wanting to take control of the situation began crawling backwards through the van, wanting to see exactly what was going on. As he approached, he saw Jessica's prone form on the backseat with her pants unzipped and Sam's still semi-hard cock out.  He felt a new wave of anger hit him, but he also felt a strange sense of arousal. He quickly looked away, trying to focus on the situation at hand.

"Jessica, are you okay?" Dave asked, his voice gentle but firm.

He reached out to touch her shoulder, and she answered, "Mmm hmmm," her voice soft and sleepy. She didn't open her eyes, but she seemed to relax under his touch. The minivan was warm and the seat was soft, so she let out a soft sigh and snuggled closer to Dave's hand. Dave looked at her for a moment, taking in her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. He felt a pang of guilt for what had happened, and for his own role in it. He looked up at Sam, who was now seated to one side of the van, catching his breath.

"Sam, put your fucking dick away, man," Dave said, his voice low but firm.

Sam rolled his eyes, but slid his dick back inside his jeans and zipped them up. "Come on, Dave. You're being too sensitive. I was just having a good time. Can you blame me? She was so hot, and she didn't seem to mind," Sam retorted, his voice still breathless from his earlier exertions. "She was practically begging for it! You saw, everything I asked her, she just said 'mmmm hmmm'."

"Jesus Sam, you could be asking her anything and she'd say that! Watch," and Dave leaned closer to Jessica. "Jessica, do you want some ice cream?"

Oddly, she didn't respond. She heard Dave's question, but the voice was different than before and it didn't register. She was too lost in her own thoughts, her own haze of pleasure and alcohol. She felt a strange emptiness now that Sam's hands were gone, and she missed the contact. She wanted to feel him again, to feel his touch, his mouth on her skin.

Dave tried again, asking her, "Jessica, do you want to go to the beach tomorrow?" He waited a moment, but still no response. He looked at Sam, who just shrugged, his eyes wide. "See? She's not even awake enough to answer you. You're taking advantage of her, Sam.

Sam sighed, his shoulders slumping. "You're doing it wrong, watch. Jessica, do you want me to keep playing with your titties?"

Recognizing the voice, she answered, "mmm hmmm," her voice a little clearer than before.

Sam grinned, his eyes lighting up. "See, Dave? She likes it."

Dave shook his head, his jaw set. "That's not the point, Sam. You're taking advantage of her. She's drunk, and she doesn't know what she's doing."

Sam rolled his eyes, knowing he was losing this argument, but not wanting to give up the ground he'd gained. But, he knew how to change Dave's mind. "Jessica, do you want DAVE to play with your titties?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. He looked at Dave, a smirk on his face, daring him to respond.

Again, Jessica answered, "mmm hmmm," her voice soft and sleepy. She didn't open her eyes, but she seemed to shift slightly, onto her back, as if she was trying to get more comfortable. She did want them to touch her, even though her mind was telling her it was wrong. Her body was on autopilot, and it wanted more. She wanted to feel Sam's hands back on her crotch, to feel him rubbing her pussy, making her squirm with pleasure. The thought sent a jolt of desire through her, and she let out a soft moan. Her movement served to open her chest up further and both Dave and Sam looked down at her with hungry eyes.