Some friendly distractions

They continued driving as Bridget spilled to Chris her college goals, favorite movies, and types of underwear she and her friends wore in and out of bed, snuggling against him and massaging his body with her graceful hands. It felt good and she did smell like a hot little flower. Cleo glanced at them intermittently and even if she wasn't into girls and neither was her friend, she had the idea of making out with Bridget while Chris jacked off to them and ejaculated on or in them. One day, maybe, or just once they got to the church. That definitely sounded great. Especially since he was nice enough to let them flash him and give him a self-indulgent display of their bodies and drive his car to their car wash. They really owed him a lot for being so patient, especially these days where men were so touchy about everything.

Bridget was kneading his cock and rolling its mass casually against her palm while discussing the church group's recent camping retreat when the car came to a stop in front of a handful of pedestrians crossing the street. Catching Cleo's eye was a familiar face.

"Hey! Liza! Derek!" Cleo honked the horn, rolling down the window.

"Cleo, what's up!" The fit guy left the crossing and jogged up to the car.

"Hi Cleo." Next to him was a just as fit and gorgeous blonde girl. She had a knock-out body, and thanks to the summer heat had on a shoulder-bearing spaghetti strap top that showed a good fraction of her very well endowed chest and blue jean bermuda shorts that cut off just above her knee. They wrapped around her bod tight enough that you could probably notice such a taut physique from a block away. Chic sunglasses were situated over her eyes.

"Where'd you get the car?" asked the guy named Derek. "Are you taking it to the wash?"

"We only got two cars earlier," professed Liza. "It's still been pretty slow."

Cleo made a half-reassuring grimace. "Well it's better than nothing. This is our first one. And yeah I actually got this car from him." Cleo pointed to Chris, who was still being massaged in the cock by Bridget in the backseat. Bridget looked at the two fellow car wash sign flippers, smiled, and said hi.

"Hey Bridget," Derek greeted back, then whistled. "Wow. You look great in your underwear, without any clothes on."

"Thanks Derek," came Bridget's reply. "Watch this." Withdrawing them from Chris' private parts she brought her hands to her back and undid her bra with those same graceful hands. As she did so, her breasts were set free. She sat up, putting her hands on her hips as she posed playfully. "What do you think?" she asked. "Even better, right?"

"Oh man, totally," Derek nodded, a tent forming in his breezy shorts. "You're one of the hottest girls in church Bridget. I would totally bang you. I fantasize about you a lot, too, so thanks for letting me see your boobs. It'll be put to good use in my private time later."

"What a charmer," Bridget lightly chuckled as she began using her hands to play with and squish her breasts.

Meanwhile, Liza had stepped to the back window on the driver side where Chris was sitting. It rolled down automatically even though Cleo was paying her no heed, pressing the button incidentally. Liza bent forward, her cleavage showing underneath her tight top, and placed her forearms against the window rim.

Setting her glasses on her forehead she reached into the car with her hand to Chris. "Hi, name's Elizabeth. Elizabeth Hall."

"Chris," Chris accepted her hand, which she proceeded to bring up to her mouth as she kissed his knuckles. Then she steadily moved downward until eventually reaching his fingers, and straightening them, began to lick the tips of his appendages. She continued kissing and licking for a couple seconds before finally letting go and returning her arm to the car door. Chris set his hand down on his knee, and he realized Bridget, who was still chatting with Derek and Cleo, had fished out his cock again and was stroking him rhythmically before he could even touch it himself. She was so considerate.

Back at the window, Liza bent forward a little further, and grabbed the neck of her shirt and pulled it down. Then, with one arm daintily raised up beside her, she shook her chest from side to side which caused her E-cup tits to jiggle pleasantly against her bra. Chris slid a hand up Bridget's back as he was given a free boob show by the hot blondeshell partially outside his car. She kept on shaking them for several seconds before stroking the upper swell of her tits with her other hand and winding down, her orbs dangling back to their stations.

"You should ejaculate on my breasts, Chris, no one's ever done that to me before," Liza suggested once she finished shimmying said breasts in his face and let her neckline slap back into place. She still bent forward to give his eyes access. "Or do you just want to have sex with me instead? Don't worry, I'll love it either way. I love your cock. It looks great." She then took his hand again and plunged it into her shirt, stirring it like a spoon. "Tell me how it feels?"

Chris's hand was engulfed in soft rich skin as his dick was rapidly pumped by the gabbing Bridget. "Warm," he described Liza's tits for her. "Soft."

"Thanks," Liza pulled his hand out and let go of him after another quick kiss on his palm. "I knew you wouldn't mind. You're such a cool guy, Chris."

She was in every way a walking dick-riser, but Chris also wanted to save himself for any fun ahead. He knew there'd probably be more people at their location. There was also a value to good foreplay.

On cue, Bridget slowed her jerks around his member. She slid her hand off of it, slightly brushing the tip and licking off a droplet of pre-cum from a finger. "Mm," she said brightly, "delicious."

"Hey, by the way, we were just on our way to the corner store to get some snacks," Derek pointed 'that-a-way', "think you could give us a lift?"

"Sure," Cleo shrugged. "You drive."

"No problem. Liza, babe, wanna go with 'em?"

"Fine with me, hun," Liza confidently replied, "I'll take the back next to Chris. I want him to be nice and close. Just in case he gets the itch to ram into me, or suck a nipple, I think."

"Alright, cool. Still you should probably show him your breasts or something anyway, sweetie. Don't want him to get bored in the half-minute drive it'll take us to get there."

"I already did," Liza said, and she opened the door to sidle next to Chris's side, thighs openly touching. "I'll probably let him rest his head on my shoulder or something while he stares down my shirt so he can look at them some more. Besides it's pretty soft and comfortable there, you said so yourself."

"Yeah," Derek held the door for Cleo as she climbed out, only slightly skeptical about his girlfriend's Chris-pleasing skills, "that's fine, I guess."

While Derek took over the driver seat, Cleo moved to the front passenger seat and Liza let Chris set his head on her shoulder and stare down her shirt. Bridget, meanwhile, asked Cleo to pass her pants to her, since she had left them there from before, and after a thank you kiss (with a little tongue), took her pants and dug out her phone. She intently began checking up on social networks and whatnot. At the front, Cleo shifted her position and raised her leg up and then over the center console so her moderately dark skinned, shapely stalk was fully visible to Chris. She ran a finger up across her shin, then her knee, until resting it on her thigh and softly caressing it and giving it a delicate slap for the whole car to hear. Cleo did this while staring indifferently through the front windshield, then repeated it with a slow caress back down to her shin.

The corner store? said the voice.

"Well yeah, why not," Chris mentally drawled back, "I've been thirsting since I entered the highway."

The voice gave what would probably have been a shrug, and with a rev of the engine, the car took off.