Bacseat Banter

When Jessica woke up again, it was to the sound of birds outside. She tried to remember what had happened the night before, but it was all a blur. She remembered the beach party, and the drinks, and then... nothing. She sat up in bed, her head pounding, and looked around the room.

The sun was streaming through the windows and looking over at the alarm clock, she realized it was almost noon, 'I've got a psychology paper to write, shit!', but then the hangover hit her and she laid back in bed, her head throbbing. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened the night before, but it was all a blur. Her body was sore, like she'd just run five miles and climbed a mountain. She felt a strange, pleasant ache between her legs, and a faint, lingering scent of sex in the air.

'Did I hook up with someone last night?' she asked herself. 'No, I would remember, right?' she thought to herself, trying to rationalize the strange feeling in her body. 'There was that one guy, what was his name? Dan? Stan? Sam?' No, she had saw the Sam she was familiar with early in the party, but he was too busy funneling beers and flirting with the cheerleaders to pay any attention to her. 'He's really going somewhere with his life.' she thought sarcastically.

She slipped on her glasses, which were right where they usually were, and looked around the room, but nothing seemed out of place. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her head still pounding. She needed water and some Advil, stat.

She stumbled to the bathroom, her body feeling heavy and sluggish. She poured a glass of water and took a three Advil along with her normal birth control pill. Her brain was already gearing up for an afternoon at the library, but slowly, parts of the previous evening started coming back to her. It was hazy, but the more she focused, the more she could remember.

During a long hot shower, she rolled it over in her mind: She remembered the beach, the party, the drinks, and then... Sam. She remembered Sam's hands on her body, his mouth on her tits, his cock in her mouth. She blushed at the memory, her body tingling at the thought of it. She remembered him fucking her, hard and fast, and her own moans echoing through the room. Then she remembered Dave too, his hands on her breasts, his cock in her mouth. She remembered the taste of him, the feel of him inside of her. It was fuzzy, but she remembered everything.

She finished her shower, her body now clean and refreshed, but her mind was still racing. She couldn't focus on anything else but the memories of the night before. 'Why am I not mad about this?' She asked herself, realizing she should probably be calling the cops. But instead, she felt a wild sense of excitement. Everyone thought she was such a good girl, the night before was so dirty, so hot...

She couldn't help but smile to herself as she drove herself to the library, feeling a sense of naughtiness that she hadn't experienced before. She was usually the good girl, the one who followed the rules, but last night she had broken them and it felt... liberating.

Sam and Dave had cleaned up Jessica's room as best as possible and even took the cum stained t-shirt with them when they left, not wanting to leave anything incriminating. On the ride home, they made a pact to keep it a secret and never speak of it again, even to each other. To Dave's surprise, Sam actually stuck to it.

That Monday back at school, Jessica listened out for any interesting rumors about herself, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. When she asked her friends about how she got home after the party, they said Tracy and her boyfriend had driven her home, along with everyone else, like always.

Jessica mentioned it to Tracy in passing, but Tracy trusted Dave and hadn't thought anything of it, so she just said, "Yeah no big deal, glad we could get everyone home safe," and moved on to talking about her own drama. Jessica figured Tracy must not have any idea what went on that night and felt a surge of exhilaration at being 'the other woman'.

She felt like maybe she should say something to Sam and Dave, but why? Her hyper-analytical brain told her that if she was a horny guy in the same position, she would probably do the same thing. In a strange way she took it as a compliment. They weren't approaching her and the secret seemed safe, so she just dropped it.

It was weird being broken up with Tommy, but at least now she had less distractions and could focus on finishing up the school year strong. She would have thought she would have been more emotional about him breaking up with her, but the experience with Sam and Dave had taken her mind off of him, showed her there were other guys out there. Before he broke up with her, she had actually started to think about marrying Tommy eventually and now that that wasn't an option, she felt a huge weight lifted off her chest. Whatever it was, Jessica was grateful.

Sam didn't have any classes with Jessica, so it was easy for him to avoid her, but Dave was in the same psychology class as Jessica. He was dreading it, but he knew he had to face her eventually. After a few days though, he realized she was acting completely normal around him. She didn't seem to remember anything that had happened that night, and he started to relax a little.

'Maybe it was just a very intense fever dream' he thought to himself. 'With Sam not bragging about it and bringing it up at every chance, it may have well been,' Dave thought to himself as he sat in his and Jessica's shared class, trying to focus on the lecture.

Jessica sat a few rows ahead of him, her head bent over her notebook, furiously taking notes as usual. At some point, the teacher asked Jessica a question and she answered, "mmmm hmmm", and Dave's mind immediately flashed back to that night, to the sound of her moaning as he fucked her. In the daylight, she looked so innocent, so normal, but in his mind he could still see vivid images from that night, her mouth stretched wide around his cock, her naked body writhing beneath him, the way her big tits looked splattered with his cum. He knew that was no dream.

The rest of the semester passed in a flash, and when Jessica said her speech as Valedictorian, Dave took special note when she said, "Remember the special times, the once-in-a-lifetime moments, and who you shared them with." Just for a second, maybe he imagined it, but he could've sworn she looked right at he and Sam when she said it.

-Fin