Going to the store

April's car is a beat-up sedan that smells faintly of air freshener and the stronger, more persistent scents of pot and motor oil. She puts on a local indie station, one of those stations that plays half decent music with a whole lot of chatter.

"So," April says as she pulls out into traffic. "Jan's having a freak-out, huh?"

"She's in her element," you reply. "She has a problem, she can stress out about it, and it's a problem that I'm intimately involved with."

April laughs. "God, she's such a control freak."

"She's not wrong about the condom thing," you point out. "It's safer than relying on the pill by itself. And besides, I think she'd be uncomfortable doing it without some kind of physical barrier."

"She's afraid she'll get cooties," giggles April.

"No, I think she's afraid she'll fall in love," you say.

April looks at you, surprised. "You think so?"

You shrug. "You've seen her, she can barely admit she's enjoying it. She can't even admit that it's sex. She's trying to keep it all in a little box labeled 'Unpleasant Chore' but last night, that box broke."

April nods, then turns left at a light. "Well, I'm not. I say we go for broke. I say we find out what happens when all three of us just go for it."

She pulls into the parking lot of a locally-owned drugstore, continuing past the front to park at the side of the building. A less visited spot, shielded from view by a panel van that looks like it hasn't moved in the last couple years.

"What do you mean, 'go for broke'? I'm already banging both of you," you say.

April shuts off the engine, and the sudden silence feels heavy and significant. "I mean that we should all stop pretending. We should all be honest about what we're doing and what we want. And I know what I want."

She leans across the center console, her hands finding the back of your head, pulling you in. Her lips press against yours, her tongue darting into your mouth. It's a hungry, demanding kiss, full of a certainty that makes your head spin.

After a few seconds, she pulls back, her lips wet and her eyes bright. "What I want," she purrs, "is you to fuck me right here, right now, in the back seat."

Your throat goes dry. The rational part of your brain is screaming that this is a terrible idea. But the other part, the one currently being held captive by your dick, is shouting, "HOLY FUCK YES!"

"But... the condoms," you manage to stammer out.

"We'll pick some up afterwards," she says, unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling out of them. "I'm clean. You're clean. What's the problem?"

She climbs over the console and into the back, pausing to toss a sly look over her shoulder. You fumble with your seatbelt, nearly strangling yourself in your haste to get out. Then you're stumbling over the console, your knee hitting the horn, which blares embarrassingly. You half expect to see a security guard or a concerned citizen rushing to the car, but the only witness is the unmoving van beside you.

"Pants. Off," she commands.

You trip out of your jeans, your hard cock bobbing in the close air of the car's back seat. She grins, her hands on your chest, pushing you down onto the cracked vinyl. The windows are starting to steam up. She's straddling you, her naked thighs on either side of your hips, her hot, wet pussy hovering over your erection.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she whispers. "Just you and me. No Jan, no rules, no stupid arrangement."

She slowly grinds her hips against yours, your shaft sliding through her slick folds but not yet entering. The friction is maddening. You grab her hips, trying to pull her down, to sheathe yourself inside her, but she resists, a teasing smile on her face.

"Ask me nicely," she says.

"April, please," you groan. "Please, I need to be inside you."

She smiles. "That's better."

Then she sinks down, her tight, hot cunt engulfing your cock. The sensation is overwhelming. The raw, unhindered contact. The way she feels, so wet and warm and alive. You moan, your head falling back against the door. She starts to move, a slow, sensuous rhythm, her hands on your shoulders for leverage. The car creaks and rocks with their movements.

"God, you feel so good," you gasp. "So much better with nothing in the way."

"Told you," she says, her breath hot against your ear. "I knew you'd love it."

Your hands slide up April's sides, pushing up her shirt to get at the bare skin beneath. She pulls it off over her head and tosses it onto the front seat. Her small, perfect tits are right in front of your face, and you don't hesitate, leaning forward to take a nipple in your mouth. She moans, her movements becoming more urgent, her hips grinding against yours.

"That's it, bro," she pants. "Suck my tit while you fuck your little sister's pussy."

Her words ignite something primal in you. You grab her ass, pulling her down harder, thrusting up into her with a **** that makes the car shake. The windows are completely fogged now, a private world for just the two of you. She moans, her head thrown back, her hair brushing the roof of the car. You can feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around your cock.

"I'm gonna cum," she gasps. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

You redouble your efforts, your hips pistoning, your cock driving deep inside her. She cries out, a long, raw sound that fills the small space. Her body shudders and convulses, her cunt clamping down on your cock as her orgasm overtakes her. You can't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, you bury yourself inside her and let go, a torrent of hot cum erupting from your cock and painting her insides.

April leans back, biting her lower lip as she savors the sensation of being filled with your seed. The car is silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing. She slowly grinds her hips, milking the last drops of cum from your sensitive cock.

"See?" she says, her voice a husky whisper. "Much better."

The world returns in a rush. The stuffy air, the damp vinyl sticking to your skin, the faint sound of traffic from the street beyond the van. April lifts herself off you, and you watch a trickle of your combined fluids escape her, running down her thigh. It should feel disgusting, but it only makes your dick twitch.

"Damn," you say, your voice hoarse. "That was..."

"Hot as fuck?" she supplies, a wicked grin on her face.

You nod. "Yeah... so, uh, now what?"

She taps her chin as if giving the situation some thought. "Well, if you're not in a hurry to buy those condoms, you could suck on my titties for another minute or two. That felt kinda nice."

You're more than happy to oblige, pulling her back onto your lap. Your cock is still half-hard, nestling against her wet folds. You lavish attention on her breasts, sucking and nibbling, your hands roaming over her back. She sighs contentedly, running her fingers through your hair.

After a few minutes, she reluctantly pulls away. "Okay, okay, we should probably go in before someone gets suspicious."

You both scramble to get dressed, the awkwardness of the cramped space a stark contrast to the easy intimacy of moments before. April finds her thong hanging from the rearview mirror and puts it on with a laugh. You stuff your semi-hard cock back into your jeans, the denim rough against your sensitive skin.

"Alright, let's go do some shopping," she says, grabbing her purse. "So we can pretend to be responsible."