Neither you nor Felicia are good at restraint

The hardest part is wasting your time pretending. First you have to call your mysterious husband, then you have to go and wake up the 'sleeping' Trish. She responds to being 'woken' by pressing you up against the wall and groping your breasts. Trish whispers that you and Felicia fucking is the hottest thing she's ever seen and oh, does she ever want more. Then, tease that she is, she tells you she needs to use the bathroom. You know from the smirk that she doesn't - she just wants to leave you waiting with your new fuck buddy, probably hoping you'll keep Felicia warmed up.

By the time Trish is ready you and Felicia have all but undressed again. It's hard not to, especially when your mind keeps skipping ahead to the glorious sex that awaits. Yes, sure, you've helped Trish bang a few curious girls, even a few from St. Catherine's, but this is different. Hooking Felicia is one of those special dreams that you and Trish have shared in those lazy moments after hot, steamy sex.

When Trish interrupts you find out why she wanted to go to the bathroom. Trust Trish, she brought a second outfit, probably what she was planning to wear tomorrow. She's done her makeup and put on a skintight blouse that makes it clear that she's not bothering with a bra. Her skirt is the opposite, flowing and voluminous. You'd bet good money that she's wearing yoga pants or hot pants underneath. Something to conceal her monstrous bulge long enough for it to get close to Felicia's fertile folds.

She has a cruel trick to play when you reach the car, insisting that Felicia ride up front. When you complain Trish smiles and says "I know how you get Jane. If I leave you two in the back seat I'll drive off the road cause I'll be staring at the rear view mirror."

Trish gets her wish, leaving you pouting in the back seat. Or at least pretending to pout - you know Trish is right and she seems to have a plan too.

"You're leaving me all alone back here," you say, faking a sniffle.

"Oh Jane," says Trish in her most patronizing voice, "you're clearly not alone back there. There are three seats in the back for a reason." Before you can shoot back she looks to Felicia and asks "So, stealing a march on the others, huh?"

"Yeah, but I guess you got there first."

"Ah, there's no way you could have beat me. Not only did I introduce Jane and ... ahem him, I've also known him since before high school."

"Oh. So can you tell me anything more about him?" Felicia gives Trish her winning smile and some eye flutter.

"Why spoil the surprise when we're so close?" Trish asks, trying to hold back a laugh.

"I see you're just as mean as Jane," Felicia shoots back. "I can't even convince you by throwing myself at you?"

"Hey, be careful there," you tell her from the back seat. "You think I like muff diving? I've got nothing on Trish."

Felicia's jaw drops. "Oh - no wonder you two get along so well!"

Trish starts laughing and almost drives off the road. "Oh yeah. You remember what Jane said about her husband and his feelings about her and other women? Let's just say that I'm the one responsible for that."

"Wow, so you've both done threesomes together."

"Quite a few times. But this time I'm hoping I'll get a chance with you too."

Felicia, already horny, smiles at Trish and gently presses her fingers against the side of Trish's right breast.

"Mmmm, don't stop there. Come on, we're almost the same size in the chest department, you know how good it feels when someone goes to tooowwwwnn... oh!"

Clearly Felicia does. She starts groping with a purpose, making sure Trish has some serious trouble concentrating on the road. Your love responds as soon as she can stop at a red light by getting hold of Felicia's hand and twisting it back and into your reach." Hold on tight Jane, someone needs a little punishment for teasing the driver."

"No, no, wait" cries Felicia, but before the light changes back to green Trish has managed to pass Felicia's other arm back to you as well. You don't know what any passers by must think. Felicia's elbows are touching the ceiling and you, in the seat behind her, are holding her by the wrists. Even if you can't see it you know her chest is arched beautifully.

"Much better," says Trish. "Now where were we?"

You expect her to reach for Felicia's chest, but there's a pause. Then you feel a distinct 'whoomp, whoomp, thrum, thrum, thruuummmm' start up deep inside you. Immediately your pussy starts dripping. Trish is so very naughty sometimes. But she's right, isn't she? You didn't really want to admit it, but you're an ass freak - you love the rocking base from the little vibe that's lighting up your rectum. You bite your lip and tense your ass and vaginal muscles, trying to get the music to wash over your G-spot.

"Yes, this is what I expect from a good passenger" Trish says, drawing your attention back to the world around you. She's driving with her left hand and gently stroking up and down Felicia's squirming thigh. "Do you want more?" she asks, voice dripping innocence.

Felicia must be super horny because she doesn't even try to lie. "Yes, yes you tease!"

Trish starts stroking her fingers along Felicia's side, the nails tracing along her ribs. "Are you like me? The kind of girl who was blessed with really sensitive breasts?"

"Please, oh please, do it."

"Do what?" Trish pauses for a fraction of a second, then traces her fingers around Felicia's left breast.

"More, that, more!" Felicia pants, her arms shaking.

Trish keeps tracing, if anything getting even more delicate. Felicia starts panting. You feel the rising tones of the song's crescendo rippling through your tissues. Finally Trish does something to Felicia and the busty minx lets out a howl. You'd pay more attention to her if it weren't for the fact that just a few seconds later every nerve in your lower body does a loop de loop. You see stars as the little vibe takes your from one orgasm right into a second.

You wind up with your head slumped back against the headrest, sucking in heavy breaths and trying to get your limbs under control. That was... awesome. It's only now that you notice the car is parked.

"Yeah, she loves this kind of stuff" you hear Trish say. It takes you a moment to realize that Felicia is turned around, looking you over. Her expression goes from worried to wolfish as soon as it's clear that you're alright.

"You do love that stuff, don't you Jane?" asks Trish. The vibe might be shut off but she waves her phone behind Felicia's head to make sure you know what she really means.

"Yeah," you sigh.

"You're always up for it, aren't you? Naughty, naughty Jane."

You try to muster something, some other kind of response, but you just can't. Trish knows and there's no way she'll be dialing things back after this. And you do love it - deep down you know that somehow you were always meant to be a pregnant buttslut, you were just born the wrong gender.

"I am" you say, but the intonation is very much like when you said "I do" or when you promised to love, honor and obey her. At the time you didn't know how much the third one would end up turning you on. I am one kinky girl, you think to yourself.

Felicia doesn't pick up on any of this. "Is this your place Jane?" she asks, looking up at the student dorms. She smooths out her clothes as she gets out of the car, perhaps trying to conceal a wet spot somewhere around her groin. You give Trish another grin and the three of you head upstairs.