Road Trip

by Andie M. Long

  She tries to reach past me laughing. 'This is like a weird version of Twister.' In trying to get around me she knocks the whole lot over. 'Damn it.'

  'Ha! You have to drink a whole drink. Let me fill you up.' I say, grabbing the vodka.

  'Ooh-err,' she responds and then that blush returns to her cheeks. 'Sorry, I went a bit pervy Keith Lemon there for a minute. I’ll be rubbing my thighs next.'

  Okay now I’m getting a serious case of blue balls.

  She drinks her drink down while I stack the Jenga back up.

  'Okay, you go first because you lost.' I tell her.

  She draws out a brick. Compliment one member of the opposite sex.

  'Oh, God, you’re going to get so bigheaded.' She sighs. ‘Like it's possible to get any bigger.’

  I give her my best cheeky wink. 'Come on. I can take it.'

  'Okay. Well, as far as I’ve seen so far and that’s not too many, you have the best knob I’ve seen in terms of length and width and well… pinkness.'

  My mouth drops open. Of all the compliments I expected, THIS WAS NOT ONE OF THEM! She’s complimenting my dick?!

  'I mean, I know none of them are what you’d call pretty,' she explains with a giggle, 'but yours is the best of a bad bunch, okay?'

  I clear my throat. 'Erm, yes, thank you very much.' I drink down my entire glass full of vodka. I bloody need it.

  Katy tilts her head to one side. 'You’re not supposed to drink unless the game says so, stoopid.'

  'Oh, yeah, silly me. I forgot.' This girl is going to be the death of me.

  I take the next brick. Lick someone’s neck. Oh, come on, fuck off. Why did I write this? I wasn’t thinking straight. I show her the brick.

  'Ewww.' She says, her face curling up. 'Do you have to?'

  'Yes, the brick says so.' I point to it to show proof.

  She pulls her hair away from her neck and tilts it up towards me. I feel like a vampire going in for the kill. The closer I get the more I can smell her. She smells of lavender and mint. My God, it's intoxicating.

  I lick slowly up the side of her neck, forcing myself to stop just below her ear. The urge to grab her hair and pull it back exposing her to me more is strong, but you know, I’d probably get done for sexual assault.

  'Oooh, it tickles.' She giggles. 'Okay, my turn.’

  Finish your drink.

  ‘Oh my God, I’m gonna be hammered!' She slugs it down and refills.

  I take the next. Bottoms up. I drink and refill my drink.

  Katy draws out arm wrestle. She rolls up her sleeve and puts her arm on the table. I do the same and knock her arm over in 3 seconds flat. She sits back against the chair giggling.

  'I love drunk Jenga!' She declares. 'God, I’m having fun, Felix, fun!'

  I can’t help but laugh along with her. I love drunk Katy. I mean like. I like drunk Katy.

  My next brick says confession so I turn to her and say. 'Okay, the truth is I’ve been hiding a major boner from you half the night.'

  'How rude.' She declares and falls about laughing again. Something tells me vodka and not too much food is having an effect on her. ‘You haven’t done very well hiding it! But I suppose when it's that big it's hard to.’

  ‘Don’t forget its pinkness, too,’ I tease, replaying her words back to her.

  She cringes, hiding her face with her hands. 'My turn.' She looks at her withdrawn brick. 'Hahahaha, this is NOT going to help with your boner, mister.'

  She reveals the words lap dance for 10 seconds. Oh God. I groan. My dick is going to fucking explode.

  She removes her towelling robe, dropping it to the floor, leaving her in just a camisole top and her panties.

  Fuck. Me.

  She stands near me and does what she thinks is a sexy swing and pose near to me, tilting her crotch towards me and biting her teeth. To be honest I’ve seen sexier false teeth. She sits back down. Well, my dick won’t explode with that lap dance.

  I lean over to take the next brick.

  'Bet you’ve come in your pants now. You’re welcome.' She yells. I jump with a start and knock the goddamn bricks over. Fuck.

  'Drink up. Drink it all up.' She says, pouring the vodka high in my glass. 'Your turn because you lost.' She announces building it back up. It takes her two attempts. This is getting messy. Maybe we should stop soon.

  Take top off for the entire game.

  'Whoo hoo. Get it off, get it off.' She chants.

  I remove my tee so I’m sitting in just my boxers and can’t help noticing that she’s staring at the shape of my dick beneath. The bitch is gagging for my cock.

  'Bottoms up,' she yells, necking her drink. 'Your turn.'

  Twerk for 30 seconds. She’s written this one. Jeez.

  I turn around and do my best to shake my arse. Katy doesn’t say a word. I thought she’d burst out laughing. When I turn back around she’s just staring at me and licking her lips. Did that weird arse dance actually turn her on?

  'Your turn.' I tell her.

  She pulls a brick out slowly—body shot.

  I watch as she clumsily knocks all the bricks off the coffee table and lays across it, lifting up her cami. Oh my God. She’s smashed.

  'Come on, Felix.' She says. 'Fuck this game now, I’m bored with it. I can think of much better games to play. Now pour that vodka in my belly button.'

  I don’t bother telling her that she was supposed to TAKE the body shot.

  I pour a drop of vodka in her belly button and suck it out. Jesus, her skin is so silky soft.

  She grabs hold of my head and lifts my mouth towards hers until I’m staring down at her.

  That’s it. I can’t take any more.

  I crush my mouth against hers, my tongue capturing her own, making her mine. The coffee table is so damn uncomfortable, so I pick her up and throw her on the bed.

  'I’m going to taste you somewhere else.' I tell her.

  She smiles back at me, devilish intent in her eyes.

  Moving myself down her body I place myself between her thighs, ease down her panties and throw them on the floor. I hover above her warm heat. This woman is going to kill me.

  Dipping my tongue towards her core, I lick slowly up her seam. She thrusts her hips up closer to my mouth.

  'Oh my God,' she gasps.

  I suck and bite on her clit causing her to make those noises again, the ones she impersonated earlier except now they are oh so real.

  'Oh God, Oh God, please, yes, more, right there, more. Don’t stop, don’t stop.'

  I fucking love the sound of her begging me. I dart my tongue inside her opening. She makes a small squeal and fists her hands in my hair, pulling me closer to her core. I’m guessing she’s near as her pants are coming thick and fast.

  I push my hand into my boxers and fist my cock while I go to town between her legs. She’s so bloody responsive. I bet that dick never did this to her. It makes me mad to think she stayed with such a loser who didn’t appreciate her for so long. She tenses and then bucks into my mouth, shattering over me, screaming my name, before lying limp against the bed.

  'Oh my God,’ she gasps.

  I smile back at her triumphantly, travelling up her body and laying down beside her.

  ‘Felix. Do you want me to do you?’ she offers, her eyelids heavy. ‘I’m dead, but I will.'

  'I’m fine. Give me a minute.' I jerk off into my hand, only needing a few thrusts before I’m coming in my boxers.

  I head to the bathroom to clean myself up and when I come back she’s sound asleep, snoring softly. I stand for a moment looking at her, her pussy on display to me in all her naked glory. She’s fucking gorgeous. How has it taken me so long to realise?

  I pull the covers up over her and climb in the other side. There’s no way I’d have done the deed with her tonight. I want her sober when that happens—if that happens.

  The only thing I’m sure of right now is that I really WANT it to happen. But when she finds out my secrets that will ruin everything.r />
  I decide to push it all to the back of my mind and get some sleep.

  Katy

  Oh my God. That’s the first thought that runs through my brain when I first awaken. When I notice my head is pounding and my mouth feels like I licked the carpet. Licked. Licked... What’s with that word? Why is it ringing a bell?

  OH. MY. GOD.

  I half open one eye to look at Felix who is still fast asleep. His mouth. I let him put his mouth down… there. I’m so screwed. Because:

  I. LOVED. IT.

  However, I decide what I’m going to do is not mention it, unless he does. Because I’m a little embarrassed that I’ve had his face between my legs. I mean, it's such an intimate thing to do. I’d half have preferred to have shagged him. What am I going to do if he wakes up grinning at me? I turn to find HE’S WOKEN UP AND HE’S GRINNING AT ME.

  'Morning, gorgeous.'

  'Morning.’ I gulp. Quickly, think of something to talk about. ‘Well, the weather’s looking good… so I think we should pack and be on our way to Skeggy because it’s my favourite seaside place in the whole world,’ I ramble nervously, ‘and you’ve got work to do on the caravan so I’m just going to go in the shower now…'

  He pulls me towards him, right snuggled up into his arms. Naked. Skin on skin.

  'Ah, let’s just lay here a minute, shall we? We’re toasty warm in our lovely hotel room.'

  Yes, toasty warm and I can feel your morning wood on my leg. This is beyond awkward. I can’t believe I’ve put myself in this situation. He clearly now thinks I’m going to be constantly up for it.

  'No, no. I need a shower and to brush my teeth. Then we need to check out and get on our way.’ I untangle myself and jump out of bed, still clutching the duvet to cover my modesty. Only it drags it off him too, exposing his glorious dick. ‘Chop, chop, things to do!'

  Felix raises his head up on his hands looking bemused. 'Are you avoiding me, Kitty Kat?'

  I fight the duvet cover that is somehow trapped under my feet. 'Damn duvet, it’s got frikking tentacles or something. Get off me.' I finally fight my way out, still managing to cover myself.

  'Katy,' Felix says sternly.

  'What?' I reply exasperated. I just want to escape. Run back home to my parents' house. Except they don’t even live there anymore.

  'You can avoid me all you like, but I’m not going to forget that I tasted you last night.’ He licks his lips, raising his eyebrows suggestively. ‘And you were delicious.'

  'Lalalalalala' I put my hands over my ears like I’m a toddler, the duvet dropping down in the process. ‘Agh!’ I run off into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

  Felix

  I throw my head back onto the bed and sigh.

  Was it too much to hope that she might wake up and not panic? That dickhead has a lot to answer for. She doesn’t trust me, and I can’t blame her really. My own reputation doesn’t help. Looks like I’m just going to have to take it slow with Miss Cornish. Oh well. I stretch back my arms behind my head. I’ve always loved foreplay.

  We’re both hungry and our cheerleading receptionist isn’t on duty, so we don’t get a bacon sandwich, but escape a grilling (couldn’t resist that one). Having not used anything we need to pay extra for, it's just card keys in a box and out the door.

  'Get the car started and ready,' I tell Katy. 'I’m going to try something. Do we have a carrier bag? I might be ten minutes.'

  'God, you’re always disappearing,' she says eyeing me suspiciously. 'I don’t think they have slot machines here.'

  'No, but they have a buffet restaurant,' I tell her. ‘So, prepare in case I need to make my escape.’

  Her jaw falls open as I stuff the carrier bag in my pocket. ‘You are shameless.’

  ‘Says the prossie that flashed her tits,’ I joke back.

  Her face falls. Oh shit, I’ve hurt her feelings. She’s a sensitive little flower.

  ‘Just hurry up,’ she snaps.

  And a moody bitch.

  Head held high I wander past the woman booking people in. 'Excuse me, Sir,' she says, reaching out to stop me.

  'Hello again,' I reply as confidently as I can. 'Just going back to the wife. I forgot my phone.'

  'Oh, okay,' She says with a frown, obviously dazzled and taken in by my confident smile. She goes to the next person in the queue.

  I’m in. Phew.

  Next I need to find a table. I spot two twentysomething women at a table. They’re all hair extensions and darkened eyebrows. Most definitely went on the lash last night. Easy pickings.

  'My mate’s late down for breakfast, mind if we sit here though?' I ask with a cheeky smile.

  'No, not at all,' one says, flicking her hair back. The other starts preening her hair. They exchange a glance.

  'Right, I’ll just go get some breakfast,' I tell them.

  I might as well feed up while I’m here. I collect a full English but add to my tray two cereal boxes, some fruit, and a selection of Danish pastries. Then I add bread rolls, butter, salami, ham and cheese. Then I sit back down.

  'I hope he makes it down,' I say with a fake worried frown. 'We had a right night on the lash. If not, you’ll have to help me hide this stuff in a bag, so I can sneak it out to him.'

  I chat to them about drinking and clubs, making a lot of it up as I go along until I’ve finished my breakfast and had a quick coffee.

  'Well, it doesn’t look like he’s coming. Can you keep watch while I stick this stuff in my bag?' I ask them.

  'Yeah, sure,' one of them says, adjusting her cleavage.

  'Do you know, I think he’d like a bacon butty, but I don’t want to raise any more suspicion.'

  'Oh, I’ll get you one.' The other girl says. Her friend looks daggers, she obviously wants me to herself. Then she realises she’s got me on her own.

  'So, do you fancy meeting up later?' She asks, pursing her over glossed lips at me.

  'Sure.' I pass her my phone. 'Put your number in there. Where are you planning to be later?'

  The girl returns with a butty which she wraps in a napkin and places in my bag. She’s also got two blueberry muffins and adds those too. What a sweetheart.

  'So what’s your friend called?' She asks.

  'Err… Jack. You’ll meet him later.' I lie.

  'Here, put your number in my phone,' says the other girl. Aren’t they eager beavers?

  I type in a series of random digits along with my fake name and then get up to leave.

  'See you tonight then, girls. Thanks for the help.'

  I hand the phone back and get out of there as swiftly as possible before the girls suss out Mr Noah Chance isn’t real.

  As soon as I’m out of the hotel, I run to the car and jump in the passenger seat.

  'Go!’ I shout at Katy.

  She stumbles around putting the car into drive and then wheel spins away.

  ‘What is happening? Did you rob them or something?’

  I laugh. ‘Nah, but drive down the street fast and then find somewhere to park because I’ve a bacon sarnie with your name on it.'

  'Mmm, I can smell it.' She says, her belly rumbling loudly. ‘I love you, Mr Montague!’

  I smile wide, watching her horrified reaction as she realises what she’s just said. She blushes scarlet, quickly looking back on the road.

  She parks up a few minutes away. I pass her the sandwich and she looks in the bag. 'Oh my God, you clever, clever man.' She leans over and kisses my cheek.

  See, slow and steady wins the day with our Kitty Kat.

  We arrive at the caravan park two-and-a-half hours later. It’s small with only about twenty caravans on the entire site. We get the key from the keycode holder situated just inside the gate and pull up outside the one we’re staying in. The caravan has a balcony around it with a table and chairs. If the weather stays nice, it will be lovely.

  We unpack, getting a drink of water from the sink. Poor Katy has only had a drink in the hotel room this morning.

 
'God, I needed that. Bacon always makes me thirsty,' she tells me.

  I’m thirsty. For her.

  'There’s a drop of vodka left, if you fancy it?' I tell her with a cheeky wink.

  'I think I’ll give that a miss for now,' she says with a grin. 'Oh, I need the bathroom.' With that she makes her escape.

  I knock on the bathroom door. 'Katy. I’m going to take a look at the other caravan and see what needs doing. You chill out here and relax.'

  'Okay.' She shouts back.

  The other caravan is in need of attention, but as I’d hoped it’s nothing screwdrivers, sandpaper, and some hard work won’t sort out. I figure I may as well start now and let Katy have a rest. She’s done the large part of the driving and must be knackered.

  I start straightening cupboards and sanding them down. About an hour and a half later Katy comes and finds me, bringing a large mug of tea. The girl read my mind.

  'We’re in luck. The people who left the caravan have left a full pint of milk, some bread and there are two tins of spaghetti in the cupboard. We can have spag on toast for tea.'

  'We’re feasting like kings,' I say with a laugh.

  'Anything I can do here?' She asks looking around.

  'Nah. Just keep bringing me cups of tea like a good little housewife,' I say with a straight face, petting her on the head.

  She smacks my arm. 'Behave yourself.'

  'Oh, why start now?’ I laugh. ‘Now go relax and I’ll be back in a few hours. Thanks for the tea.'

  By the time I get back the cupboards are all sorted and ready for varnishing and I’ve removed the old upholstery from the sofa. Tomorrow Katy could do the varnishing if she’s willing while I sort the sofa.

  I find her sat on the sofa watching Escape to the Country.

  'So,' I say flopping down next to her. 'Would you mind fixing the spag on toast for tea while I jump in the shower? Then you can show me this seaside town you love so much.'

  'Have you never been to Skeg-vegas?' She asks, eyes wide.

  I snort a laugh, shaking my head. 'Nope.'

  'Well, Mr Montague, you are in for a treat.'