Brad's Road Trip Ch. 09


Shortly after we'd left the parking lot, she had leaned the seat back and put her feet up on the dashboard. I was entranced again, and she caught me looking.

"I'm sorry," she said, catching me off guard for a second. "I'll take 'em down if you want. It's rude of me, but my legs are kinda long."

"Uh, yeah," I said, grinning widely. "I've noticed."

She grinned back at me curiously, but since I said nothing about taking them down, she didn't. There was a lull in our chatting while we listened to an excellent Foo Fighters song on the radio. Once it was over, I started probing for more information.

"So, what happened to your hearing?" I asked. I got no response, and when I looked, she was staring forlornly out the window.

"Hey," I said, gently shaking her shoulder. She snapped her eyes onto me, then instantly blushed. I was still looking at her legs.

"Shit, you asked me something, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"God, I'm sorry," she said. "It's kind of embarrassing."

I smiled. "Hey, most girls ignore me, and their hearing is just fine. At least you have an excuse."

She swatted my shoulder. "I'm not ignoring you. What did you ask?"

"I was curious about how the hearing loss happened, actually." I thought it might be a sore subject, but she started laughing.

"Fireworks, when I was 11," she said. "We were all shooting them off in a big field. A ring I'd been wearing fell off my finger, and I dropped down to the ground to look for it. My cousin didn't notice, and set off about 5 M80s a foot away."

"Jesus," I said. "It probably sounds terrible coming from someone who hears normally, but..."

She cut me off. "But I was lucky all I lost was a little of my hearing?" I nodded, and she did too. "No, you're right. It burned my face a little bit, and for about a week I couldn't hear at all. But the burns healed, and the hearing slowly started to come back. The doctors said it probably wouldn't all come back, and since it's 13 years later now, I guess they were right."

I wasn't sure what to say to that. Maria watched me for a moment to see if was going to answer. After a few seconds, she started to turn away, but I decided to change the subject.

"So what the hell is a girl like you doing with Josh?"

If she'd had anything in her mouth, she'd have splattered it all over the inside of my windshield. She was doubled over in my passenger seat for the better part of a minute.

"What do you mean?" she asked when she finally stopped.

"You wouldn't be laughing so hard if you didn't know what I meant," I replied. She nodded, but didn't break eye contact with me, so I continued. "Look, I'm not trying to pry, but it doesn't seem like he treats you all that well. Sure, he's a tall, good-looking guy with a good job, but I'm kinda thinking you might deserve better."

She smiled, and was about to answer when Josh pulled into a tiny parking lot.

"We're here," she grinned. "Guess I'll have to answer you later."


There wasn't going to be a later.

I inhaled a couple dozen wings at the restaurant, and the conversation was pretty light. I'd all but forgotten about my bet with Josh, but as he flirted with a waitress that looked like a love child between Rosie O'Donnell and Chewbacca, it came back to the forefront. I hadn't taken him seriously, but perhaps I still should have set some limits.

She never made a move to come talk to me, thankfully, and Josh was somewhat well-behaved, only making one more comment about Maria that made me want to slap him upside the head. Sitting across the table from her, we'd exchanged smiles more than once during my wing annihilation.

I guess Josh had noticed, because when we were done, I found out the seating arrangements had changed. I was crashing in Josh's spare bedroom, and Drake was parked in Josh's driveway. So Drake took the passenger seat in my car, and we followed Josh as he dropped off Maria and Doug on the way home. I was half-surprised we weren't going out somewhere else, because even though I'd beaten Josh like a drum in our fantasy baseball league, he was still hands-down the most competitive guy in the group, and it wasn't like him to lose without even giving it a shot.

Drake stayed for a few beers, and the three of us watched the rest of the Braves-Cardinals game on ESPN. The Braves won. Of course. Drake seemed like a good enough guy. I wanted to bring up the way Josh had been treating Maria all day, but I just didn't feel like it was my place. Sure, I'd fixed a couple relationships along my trip thus far, but for some reason, it just didn't seem like a good idea this time.

Drake and I exchanged numbers before he took off, and I heard Josh talking on his cell phone as I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I changed into some workout shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt to go to bed. When I came out, he was laying on the couch watching SportsCenter.

"You out for the night?"

"Yeah, man. Got a long drive tomorrow," I said.

"Where to?"

"Indianapolis," I replied. "Brooks & Dunn are headlining a show out there."

"Go west, young man," Josh replied.

"That's the plan," I answered. "I'll head down to southern Indiana for a couple days, then meet you guys up in Chicago on Monday."

"Yeah, I'm flying out there Sunday afternoon. Doubt I'll be sober till I get home on Tuesday."

"I figured," I said. "Speaking of which, I know we said loser buys the beer, but I'm not really much of a beer guy. Would it be stretching your firefighter salary too much if I just ordered Jack and Cokes all afternoon at Wrigley?"

He sat up. "Yeah, I guess I bit off more than I could chew there," he said. I heard his words, but the cat-canary grin on his face threw me off a little. He certainly didn't look like a man who'd lost. Still, I knew what the bet was, and knew I was about to go to bed. I was going to win.

"I tried to get that waitress at the wing joint to flirt with you, see if you had any game at all," Josh continued. "But when even she decided to just say no, I realized there was no way I could ever get you laid."

Ah, I thought. That was the grin. He may have lost, but he'd at least gotten a good shot in on me.

"Don't know what to tell you, Joshua," I said, heading toward the spare bedroom. "Some women get intimidated just from looking at me."

"Bullshit, Bradley," he joked. "See ya in the mornin'."

I nodded and closed the door behind me. This was Josh's bedroom when he was growing up, but when his parents sold it to him and moved to Florida, he'd taken over the master bedroom down the hall. I could tell this used to be his room, though -- there were pictures of him everywhere. Kind of creepy, actually.

It was barely past 10 when I climbed under the covers, but between my late-night near-miss incident with Amber and the early morning wakeup call, I'd gotten zero sleep the night before. A little extra shuteye wouldn't hurt in the slightest. It was a little after 8 p.m. Kelly's time, which meant she'd still be at work for a few more hours. I wanted very badly to talk to her before I fell asleep, but I knew I'd never make it. While trying to decide what to do about that, my brain ended the argument by shutting me down.

It didn't turn everything off, though. At some point my brain started an in-flight movie for my subconscious' viewing pleasure. I was in my old bedroom in San Antonio, laying on my back and watching as Kelly slowly stripped down in my doorway. Of course, I didn't know what she looked like except that she had brown hair. The hottest brunette I'd run into on this trip -- that wasn't related to me, anyway -- was Lynette, Scott's girlfriend. So, the face and body were hers, but the woman in my dream was no doubt Kelly.

She smiled at me wordlessly as she moved toward the bed. She tugged the top blanket out of the foot of the bed and crawled toward me, her hands sliding up my legs as she went. My cock began to stir, and she noticed, reaching through the leg of my shorts and rubbing it through my boxers.

I just closed my eyes and enjoyed her silent ministrations on my cock, She tugged gently on it, rubbing my thighs with her other hand until she had me fully hard.

Suddenly, she was gone, but only for a moment. Her hands moved back to my legs again, but this time the sensation was even more intense. Instead of reaching through my pants, she reached up to the waistline and tugged them down, along with my boxers. It was almost as if the hair on my thighs could feel the elastic as it slid south. Her tongue lightly licked the top of my cock, and I could feel the saliva it left in its trail.

Kelly's fingertips lightly tickled my balls, and then I felt something warm and wet engulf the tip of my cock. As much sex as I'd had on this trip, the uniqueness of this experience was about to make me cum. Her mouth slid farther down, taking just the first couple inches, and just before I reached the point of no return, she pulled off with a loud popping sound.

"What the fuck??" she said. Except, that wasn't Kelly's voice, and I woke up instantly. The first thing I noticed is that I hadn't been dreaming. My shorts were around my knees, and my dick was wet. It was pitch black, but the second thing I noticed was a tall silhouette kneeling in front of me.

"Who the--" I started. Then the owner of the voice registered. "Maria?! What the hell are you doing?"

Sure, I had a problem with the way Josh had been treating her all day, but we'd been friends for four years. I wasn't looking to make her feel better by helping her cheat on him.

"What are YOU doing in here?" she asked.

"I'm Josh's guest," I said. "Guests sleep in the guest bedroom."

"This is Josh's bedroom!" she whispered, though if it'd been her real voice, she'd have been shouting. "He told me to come over, that he wanted to make it up to me for being a dick all day! He said he'd be in his bedroom, and just to come in and he'd take care of me. I guess I just got a little carried away with the waking up part."

"It's dark as fuck in here," I said. "How did you know it wasn't him?"

She was silent for a minute. "I just did."

"Fuck," I said. Everything was hazy. I'd been out cold, and my brain couldn't compute this yet. "I guess he forgot he let me stay in his room. I don't know why he told me it was the guest room, though."

I heard her draw a breath and begin to answer when there was a knock on the door. She tried to pull the covers back over her, but I stopped. "Fuck it," I said softly. "He told me to sleep here and told you to come in here. It's his fault."

I couldn't see much, but I saw her pearly white teeth as she smiled. "Ok," she said.

"Yeah, what's up?" I shouted. The door opened, and light streamed in from the hallway. I saw Josh poke his head in.

"I just checked," he said. "Guinness at Wrigley is $9.50 a pint, and I'm planning to double-fist."

I could see Maria's face scrunch up in a question in the hall light, and I was confused too -- but only for a second.

The bet. She didn't know about it.

"You sure about this?" I asked.

"I set it up, didn't I?" he replied. "I saw you two flirting at dinner."

"Flirting is just flirting," I said. "Never planned on it going further, man."

"I know," he said. "Have fun."

"Josh?" Maria asked. It was the first time she'd spoken since he came in.

"Hmm?" He asked. He sounded pretty drunk.

"Turn the light on before you close the door," she said firmly.

The light turned on, and I heard the door shut. I looked down at her now, kneeling between my legs on the bed. She still wore the Pirates jersey and cutoff shorts she'd worn to the game. I could see her shoes laying by the door. Her brown hair fell over her eyes, but her cheeks looked like lobsters.

"Shitty situation to put you in," I said. "He didn't give you a choice."

"He didn't give you a choice, either," she said, refusing to meet my eyes. "He had no idea if you wanted me or not."

"I do," I said, taking her hand in mine. My cock had softened slightly in the confusion, but seeing her kneeling between my legs was bringing it back quickly. Touching her hand only made it harder. "My friends' women are off limits, or I'd have been actively flirting with you all day."

"You kinda were anyway," she said, grinning.

"That?" I said. "That was just me being nice."

"Oh?" she replied. "So what's flirting then?"

"You sure you want to know?" I asked, giving her one more out. I was more than ready to attack her, and I'd gotten the feeling she was at least a little into me throughout the day, but really, it was unfair what Josh had done to her.

She showed me her teeth again, and then nodded.

"How did you know it wasn't Josh?" I asked. She blushed even deeper.

"I told you, I just did."

"Uh uh," I said. "How did you know?"

"You're... a little... bigger," she said.

"You only got like an inch into your mouth," I said. "Surely he's got more than an inch?"

She laughed, and I couldn't help but join her. "Not like that," she said. "Bigger around. You stretched my lips wider."

"Ohhh," I said. "You could tell that after just a couple seconds?"

Her eyes hit the deck again, and she blushed. "I have... a little bit of... an oral fixation."

"You do, do you?" I asked. "Well, don't let me stop you."

I started pushing my shorts the rest of the way down my legs, and she rolled to my right side to let me. As soon as they were gone, her head fell into my lap. She took her time, licking and kissing up and down both sides of my cock, sucking each of my balls between her lips, and nibbling on my inner thighs.

This woman hadn't even put me in her mouth yet, and I was fairly close to shooting off.

She spent a few more minutes teasing and exploring, and then without warning she engulfed about six of my eight inches. My hand instinctively went to her head, my fingers tangling up in her hair. She just moaned at the contact.

"I'm not going to last long," I said.

"Aww," she said when she pulled up momentarily. "Why not?"

"Was having a pretty good dream when you came in," I sputtered. "Waking up and seeing you here just made it better."

"Oooh," she said. "I like the sound of that." She really attacked me then, working her lips furiously up and down my cock. I started pushing her head up and down, and I could feel her tongue working overtime, feverishly flicking back and forth across my shaft as she went to town.

It hadn't been more than two minutes since she'd started, and I was on the edge of exploding. Needing to do something to prolong the experience, I moved my hand from her hair down to her magnificent legs. I started at her knee, but quickly moved my palm up her thighs and under her shorts onto her ass. I felt a thong when I got to her hip, but mostly I just squeezed and kneaded her tight ass.

"Getting a little grabby there," she grinned at me.

"Trying to hold off long as I can," I said. "An ass this nice, I can't help but focus on it."

"Just let go," she said, not referring to my hand. "I'll let you see it as soon as you cum."

"Just your ass?"

She giggled, made even sexier by the fact that her mouth was full. Maria took my cock back into her mouth, and I shuddered when she started humming. She wiggled her ass under my hand, and I couldn't help but lay a nice swat on it.

Apparently, she wasn't expecting it, because she shrieked around my cock. The extra vibration sent me plummeting off a cliff, and I couldn't even warn her. I just started blasting off, unloading jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. She took the first two or three shots in her mouth, then let the last few hit her chin and dribbled down onto her hand.

"Naughty boy," she said, "spanking me like that."

"Fuck," was my brilliant reply.

"Ah, did I drain you?" she teased, licking lazily around the very tip of my cock. I rewarded her with an involuntary jerk of my hips.

"Not hardly," I said. She rested her right cheek on my upper thigh and stared at me as she gently stroked my cock. "I want to see."

"You want to see... what?"

"What I've been wanting to see all day," I answered. "Your legs, on either side of my head."

"Hmm," she said, feigning indecision. I got impatient, and attacked the buttons on her shorts. Maria's eyes got large, but she did nothing to stop me, even lifting her hips slightly to let me pull them off. When all she had left was a black thong, I took hold of her legs and pulled her on top of me on her back.

Her pussy was just a foot or so away on my stomach, but I took my time with her legs, really feeling my way around them. I ran my hands slowly from her toes down the front of her foot, caressing her ankles thoroughly before forging onward. Her skin was velvety smooth as I moved upward, rubbing both on top and underneath her calves. I avoided the underside of her knees so as not to tickle her, instead skipping up to her thighs. I could tell she spent a little time in the gym, because I kneaded plenty of muscle as I vigorously massaged, steering clear of the treasure that waited just a few inches away.

I couldn't see her face, laying on the bed in between my own ankles, but I heard various moans and gasps escape her lips with each new move I made on her legs. When I bent her knees slightly and started to suck on her toes, she let out a little yelp before she started giggling.

"Tickles," she sputtered.

"Tough," I answered before kissing down the arch of her foot. I spent a little time on her ankles and lower calves as well, but when I was ready to move on, instead of sitting up slightly like I'd done before, I just pulled her forward. Her hips now sat squarely on my chest, and I nibbled my way across her upper calves, her knee caps and her lower thighs.

"This is torture!" she cried out.

"I thought torture implied pain," I said. "If I'm doing it wrong, by all means, tell me how I can improve. I can spend all night just kissing your legs until I get it perfect."

She groaned and tightened her legs, her calves pushing against my head and her knees caving in my cheeks.

"So impatient," I scoffed, sliding her even closer to me. Now her pussy was readily available, but I still spent a few moments licking and kissing all over her well-developed thighs.

She was in a constant whimper now, so I decided to put her out of her misery. I stuck out my tongue and licked straight up her slit through her thong. Her hand gripped my knee as she drew in a breath.

"I'm sorry, Maria," I said. "It looks like there is something in my way."

"Move it the fuck out of the way!" she exclaimed, and I couldn't help but laugh at her impatience. "It's not funny!" she continued, but she was laughing at little. "I didn't tease you."

She was right. Without warning, I pulled the flimsy fabric to the side and lifted my head, burying my nose, tongue and lips in her steaming snatch.

"Holy fuck!!" she shouted, half-sitting up at the sudden intrusion. She relaxed back against the bed after a moment, but her hand stayed in my hair. I put my hands on her hips and held her in place as I attacked her. My attention to her legs had been slow, deliberate and worshipful, but my actions on her pussy were meant for one thing and one thing only.

"I don't think I'm going to last very long either," she said, reading my mind. I just smiled into her pussy and buried my tongue deeper inside. My nose was pushed against her clit, but when I moved up and wrapped my lips around it instead, she lost it. The dark-haired beauty with the killer legs started thrashing them around my head and shoulders as she shouted out, her palm against her mouth acting as a very weak sound barrier. I had no doubt Josh would hear her from whatever room he was in.

The orgasm was a powerful one, and drenched my face pretty good. She didn't take long to recover, though, quickly turning over and planting her pussy back on my face. I dug my fingers into her tight, muscular ass as I dove back in for another helping between her legs. She dropped a few expletives before taking my cock back into her mouth, taking it in as far as she could with the first plunge.

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