Grew Up

Gabbie and her man had barely pulled into town when they spotted Seth standing on the curb. Old friends, all three of them, but something in the air had changed. The second Gabbie caught his stare, her chest tightened and her pulse kicked. She squeezed her boyfriend’s hand, yet her eyes kept drifting to Seth in the back seat. Conversation stayed light, but her thighs clenched every time Seth leaned forward and his breath brushed her neck. By the second hour the boyfriend nodded off, and her hand slid behind the seat, fingers brushing Seth’s knee. Seth didn’t move away. Her touch crept higher until she found him hard. She smiled, small and wicked, then guided his hand between her legs. Quiet, careful, they worked each other while the road stretched on. Later that night the boyfriend passed out early. Gabbie crawled onto the bed, lowered her mouth onto Seth’s cock, and took him deep until her throat fluttered. He pulled her around so his tongue could meet her soaked pussy, hips grinding against his face. Her breasts pressed to his stomach, nipples stiff, and the wet sounds of their 69 filled the room. She rocked her hips, chasing every lick, every thrust of his tongue. Seth bucked into her mouth and came hard. Gabbie swallowed, kept sucking until her own climax crashed through her, body trembling on top of him.