The person for which this was written knows who he is. I thought it would be better for his psyche if it ended differently than he expected. So, here's to my real life Travis: I hope you inspire another story as creative as this one.
*
Travis rolled his eyes at his roommate who was snoring softly as he leaned against the car window. This was a new record; Zane had taken only five minutes to pass out after promising to stay awake and keep Travis lucid as he drove. They had quickly discovered that the only thing more boring than driving down a Nebraska rural highway was driving down said highway in the dark. Flat grayish-brown landscape swept past the car briefly washed with his headlights then fading into the black nothingness. Billions of stars speckled the sky above like the angels had forgotten to dust for millennia. The soft sound of the road was lulling and inviting him to sleep.
Realizing that this would end in catastrophe if he didn't find a way to keep from giving into his fatigue, Travis reached into the cup holder currently occupied by his phone and flipped it open without taking his eyes off the hypnotizing stretch in front of him. "Zane's a noob," he texted by feel. "U busy?"
Two minutes later the phone buzzed in response. "I'm good," he read between glances at the highway. "Had 2 get away. Gotta <3 family."
He chuckled at her quick reply. He'd met Allison in one of those massively addictive online games that populated the shelves at Best Buy. They'd chatted through his first two years of college and had recently graduated to texting as their professors bore massive loads of work upon them. There was no time for gaming, but there was always time for friends. In anticipation of Zane's inevitable failure as a decent driving buddy, he'd put her on speed dial. There had been a moment of hesitation regarding the times he would be driving which had quickly subsided upon the realization that he wasn't entirely certain when Allison slept. He'd never managed to wake her up regardless of how late or how early he texted her.
His finger found the bump on the 5 key and held it for two seconds. A beep in his Bluetooth signaled that the speed dial had been triggered. The ring didn't finish before Allison was on the other end. "What'd he do this time?" she groused in reference to Zane.
"Oh, not much," he snickered. "Just drank three Monsters and passed out immediately."
"Motherfucker," she muttered. "What'd you want me to do about it?"
He noticed she'd slipped into her joking sultry voice and smiled. They'd often kidded each other about sexting, cybering, and phone sex, but nothing ever came of it. "Dunno," he jibed back, "what do you want to do about it?"
"Anything you want, Babe." She was now in a full husky whisper β a dialect of hers with which he was quite familiar. An unfamiliar tingle made the hair on his neck stand on end for just a moment. "You name it," Allison continued, "I'll do it."
His cock jumped in his pants, surprising him. "Uhβ¦" he gulped trying to get it to calm down.
"Seriously, Trav," she whispered into his ear, "how long has it been since you had some pussy?"
Too long, apparently
, he thought as the boner pressed against his zipper painfully.
"Do you even remember what you liked?" she pressed.
"Y-y-yes," he gulped finally. "I d-do." He was out of breath and starting to associate the sharp pressure on the head of his cock as pleasurable.
Allison must have noticed his discomfort because she switched back to her natural voice and laughed. "You gettin' weird on me, Boy?" she joked.
"N-no," he stuttered as he tried to adjust the hard on to a position where it didn't hurt so badly. "Just tired, I guess." He was glad that his voice was returning to normal though his body had broken out in goose bumps, and sweat was prickling at his neck.
"Where are you, Trav?" she asked in her most motherly voice.
"Dunno," he shrugged, "somewhere on 80 between Lincoln and Omaha. Zane drove to Lincoln, the agreement was for me to drive to Omaha and then take a break."
"You'd better kick his ass for this," she mumbled.