Take the back seat

You insist that Mrs. Ivers take the more comfortable front seat, and you climb in the back, sitting directly behind Mr. Ivers. Kendra takes the center position, right next to you, and Sarah sits directly behind Mrs. Ivers.

As Mr. Ivers drives the car, the five of you engage in small talk about classes, career plans, etc. You are starting to relax and actually look forward to the long weekend. This is the first taste of “normal” you have experienced since that fateful encounter with Sarah several weeks ago.

After an hour or so, the conversation becomes more muted, and it isn’t long before you hear the gentle snoring of Mrs. Ivers as she leans her head against the window and falls asleep. As if by mutual unspoken agreement, the rest of you lapse into silence as the car continues to make its way down the interstate.

You glance over at Sarah, who is clearly having difficulty keeping her eyes open. No wonder! You can’t remember the last time she got more than a few hours of sleep without feeling the need to have some part of your body inserted into hers. Kendra reaches into the back window and retrieves a travel blanket. She offers it to Sarah, who gratefully takes it and spreads it over both of them. She leans her head against the window and is almost immediately asleep.

You feel Kendra’s hand on yours and gratefully take it, intertwining your fingers with hers. She stretches lazily, and looks as if she is about to go to sleep also. You yawn, feeling a bit of a snooze coming on, yourself. Kendra senses this and pulls the blanket so it stretches across your lap. You lean your head against the window and close your eyes, continuing to hold hands with Kendra under the covers.

You must have fallen asleep. You don’t know how long you were out, but it was long enough for you to be momentarily disoriented when you wake up. It takes you a moment to remember that you are in a car, headed to Kendra’s house for the weekend. You probably would have figured it out sooner, had it not been for the distraction of the hand on your crotch!

You look over at Kendra and Sarah. Both of them look as if they are asleep, but Kendra’s hand is most definitely not ****! It it deftly kneading your bulge, bringing your cock to full erection, and tracing its outline against your jeans.

You look toward the front seat. Mrs. Ivers is still conked out, gently snoring away. Mr. Ivers is focused on the road.

You look down and confirm that the blanket is covering the sight of Kendra’s hand, which has grabbed your zipper and is tugging it downward. Only some rippling motion in the fabric of the blanket gives any indication of activity underneath.

You look again at your girlfriend’s closed eyes and wonder if she is faking the nap, or if she is doing the sexual equivalent of sleepwalking.