Almost home.

The things we do on the long ride home.

Chapter 1 by ooohkitty ooohkitty

She strummed on the steering wheel as she sang at the top of her lungs. The radio blared right along with her as she tried so hard to stay awake. The drone of the Chevy’s tires on the lonely highway grew louder as she rolled down the driver side window and the freezing cold air rushed in. She wasn't far from home but the 12 hour long trip from college was taking a toll on her.

Looking at the car's clock just in time to see it change from 2:59 to three in the morning. Brushing her auburn hair away from her face she contemplated pulling over and just taking a nap. A short one.

“No" she said to herself. She was gonna make it home. She was damned if she wasn't going to sleep in her old bed tonight. She thought about the bed in her dorm room. Just this side of being a brick covered by a blanket. She would gladly take that rock hard bed right now.

She laughed out loud as she thought it's been awhile since she has had anything “rock hard”. She thought of the few guys (and two girls) she was with on campus but her classes and soccer had kept her so busy that it was never more than a quick fling. She smiled thinking of the one exception, Devon. They were friends since freshmen orientation and friends with benefits not long after. She got a warm tickle as she thought of him and his enormous cock.

Her roommate Callie referred to it as looking like a “baby's arm holding an apple". Her roommate knew his size because he would gladly proudly strut around the dorm room naked like a rooster.

“Gawd, I could go for so cock right now" she thought to herself. At the moment she remembered a trick to stay awake. She tried to remember where she heard about it. She was pretty sure it was on YouTube. EVERYTHING was on YouTube.

She unbuckled her belt and undid the front of her jeans. She firmly held the steering wheel with one hand as the other hand slide under her soft baby blue panties.

“It was probably buzzfeed or maybe lacigreen.” she thought as her fingers slid between folds of her.

She was wet already. She was always wet. Always. She sometimes was embarrassed by it, but most of the time she just accepted it as one of her many quirks. She always carried at least two pairs of undies just in case she needed a quick change.

She slid her middle finger inside herself. She loved the warm wet velvety feel of her own pussy. She started becoming less tired as she slowly slid her finger in and out. Her thumb rested lightly on her clit as it made slow lazy circles. Her hand started picking up speed just as...

What happens next?!?

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