Chapter One

"Ash, knock it off!" I laugh as I reach across the van to push the driver's hand off my leg. It sticks to my skin a little, and he laughs, too. It was to be expected, of course, with this hot Texan summer outside the van and the hot Texan driving it. We were all sweating, the five of us, and had already stripped as much clothing as we dared. Spike had already half convinced Ash to drive naked, after all, but that would have spelled all kinds of trouble if we were pulled over.

"Oi, babe," Johnny calls from behind me, so I craned in the passenger seat to look at him. Man, it's a damn nice change to be talked to like I'm not some kind of sex toy for the first time since we picked Aspen up. "Open up the winda'," he says. "We're dyin' back here!"

I smile at him as I reach forward to crank the window down. I'm not wearing my seat belt. The damn thing gets caught between my breasts and rubs up against them, so it's easy enough to bend down. "Sure thing, city boy," I call as I open the widow, letting the dry wind pierce my skin. I see Ash do the same from the corner of my eye and I'm thankful that his back roads are empty so we don't crash. I just hope that the air flow doesn't encourage the pair in the back.

Spike had been all over Aspen since we picked her up and for a few hours the two had been moaning and grinding. I felt a little bad for Johnny being stuck back there with them, but I knew that he would be invited once Spike started getting tired. Then Aspen would be double penetrated and, despite myself, I would be jealous of her. Her blond hair would be yanked one way or another, her slender legs would be spread wider than what was comfortable…

Aspen moans from the back seat and I feel myself shiver. I sneak a glance back over my seat, but only caught a glimpse of Spike laying kisses below Aspen's neck before I turn back. This time, though, I notice the bulge in Ash's pants and my face gets warm. He catches my glance, though, and smiles at me. "Ya' know," he says, that smooth, southern dialect practically melting me, "Ya' could help me with this,"

I shift a little, ignoring the little bit of wetness I feel on the fabric of my panties. Aspen moans again, and I know that Spike's sucking on one of her tits. Oh, man, what I wouldn't give to have my own pinched. But still, I hold myself together and lean closer to the window in hopes that it's just the breeze making my nipples pebble.

"Not while you're on the road, big shot," I remind Ash with a playful smile. He groans because he knows he can't sway me, and keeps driving. I wonder if I should pity him with that hard on, but Aspen moans again, louder this time, and I stare out the window to distract myself. There's not too much to look at in the desert, but I can at least try to tune out the lust that echoes from behind.

The next time that blond moans, I have to shift my legs again to ignore the moisture in my panties. Thank God they're not the lacy or stringy kind, or else I might be sitting in a puddle by now. I did have a few pairs of matching underwear in my bag, though. My favorites were pinched from an old photo shoot I did when I was desperate for cash. Who knew how much a little black lace could do?

Still, I know that Aspen is shifting under Spike and it's obvious when he pushes into her. I wonder how big he is, how filling Spike could be. After all, he had a bit of a reputation. The other boys did, too, and I could only briefly wonder how they convinced me on to go on this trip with them on the first place. Maybe the tree of them, all at once, filling each hole. I wonder, too, if the van would be rocking if we weren't traveling at highway speeds and again I have to shift my legs. I don't even have to imagine the van rocking on its axels when Aspen's cries of pleasure echo about the cabin.

I'm not really into girls, but I imagine how Aspen's breasts are bouncing, how much wet goodness is oozing down her legs, and how tangled her hair must be already just to feed my own fantasies. Oh man, Spike must be a God if he's making her sound like that.

It's only a few minutes before Aspen's pitched rises and she screams with an orgasm. I tremble as I resist the urge to slip my fingers under my panties, settling instead for tucking them between my legs. My fingers are cold, I realize, despite the fact that my heart is practically racing. I hope Ash doesn't notice, but I see him smirk towards me and my whole body surges with heat.

To my surprise, Ash doesn't pull over. He simply reaches over to replace his hand on my thigh and again it sticks to my hot skin. I wonder if he's sweating as much as I am, and one quick glance to his naked torso confirms that he is. This time, I let Ash thumb patterns on my leg and run his fingers along the hem of my denim shorts. I open my legs for him a bit so he can continue, knowing that if I don't get too much wetter than I already am, he won't notice in the slightest. I might as well tease him while I get the chance.

But here I am, wrong again, because after a few moments of Ash attempting to slip his fingertips under the lip of my shorts, he moves his hand so it's resting on my breast. I'm still wearing a tank top and my bra, but Ash gropes me anyway. If I were unclothed, that grip might have been enough to leave bruises, but the touch feels wonderfully firm through the fabric. I arch into him just a little, biting my tongue so I don't make a sound similar to the ones Aspen is still making from the back seat.

"Just like the movies, eh, darlin'?" Ash says just above a whisper as he tries to slip his hand under my tank. The touch suddenly doesn't feel special anymore, and I smack his hand away to produce an offended "Ow! Jamie, what gives?"

I huff and shove his hand away. If this was just like the movies I used to be in, Ash would be just another guy looking for a babe with a fair rack and a tight pussy. I fit the description, sure, but damn did I regret doing those films. I want to snap that he doesn't get it, to just forget whatever he was thinking of, but an oblivious Aspen moans from the backseat again. I know that Spike and Johnny didn't catch anything, and if Ash is upset, he covers it and rubs his hard on through his jeans.

Crossing one leg over the other, I return to watching out my window, hoping the breeze will cool the sweat off my skin and that all the pornography I ever stared in would be erased from the others' minds.

It was several hours before Aspen was quiet again. Like I had suspected, Spike fucked her until near exhaustion before Johnny joined in by taking her mouth. Eventually, Ash did pull over. It was getting dark, I noticed, and therefore had no argument as to why Ash shouldn't undo his pants and free himself. This was the first time I'd seen Ash's cock and, dear God, it was glorious. His erection was swollen and throbbing after listening to all the sex behind him and he pumped it several times to make sure it stayed up. I wanted so badly to taste him, having to remind myself that I was supposed to be upset about his mention of the movies. Still, I got a little wet again and cursed my body for reacting in such a way.

"Switch," Spike finally choked after he finished into Aspen, but stayed inside her for a bit before actually pulling out of her and taking the driver's seat. I felt myself growing disinterested in the sex after Ash's cock left my field of sight, so I sat in my seat and shifted uncomfortably while Johnny and Ash shared Aspen.

I willed my body to relax, wished that it would settle down so I could stop squirming. That'll be me, I tell myself, taking in that cock. After just a few moments, I realize that Spike is turned in his seat watching the other three and I let myself go. What I wouldn't give for a vibrator now, but I slink down in my seat and flick my hair out of my face as I settle for my fingers.

Slipping my right hand into my own panties, I surprised at how wet I actually am. I barely have to touch my clit to send a shiver up my spine, so I gently rub it only a few times before finding my entrance. My fingers are practically swallowed up I'm so slippery, and I shift so that my legs are more apart. I force myself to focus, ringing my fingertips around my entrance to tease myself before slipping one inside. It's not enough, not nearly enough, but I let out a shaky breath to steady myself. If I go too quickly, I'll ruin the sensation.

After a few pets, I hear Aspen moan and I remember Ash's cock, remember those throbbing members all ending at that perfect pink tip. I slip another finger in without second thought, gasping a little as I arch into myself. I force myself to start slowly, occasionally brushing a finger against my clit as I find my G-spot and press my fingers against it. I'm not really sure when my left hand got to my breast, but I gripped it hard to mimic how Ash had earlier. I let out a little moan, but Aspen's moan is louder and easily over powers mine.

Ash slipping into you, pounding hard as his cock presses against all of your walls. He hits deeply every time, slowly gaining speed until you can't distinguish one thrust from another. He slows just a little to lean down and lick up your nipple, tasting the skin as it hardens just for him. He chuckles and lets his tongue cover that pink nub before, ah, there he goes, just hitting that spot over and over until-

I moaned, matching Aspen's volume as I slam my fingers deep into myself and pinch my nipple at the same time to cause my orgasm. My heart pounds, sending shivers up my body before I start to regain my senses again. I withdraw my fingers and wipe them on my shorts, hoping that the color won't last on the denim before glancing down at myself. I'd begun to leak through the shorts, but it was hard to tell when I shifted to close my legs again. I had pulled my left breast up so that my nipple was free to be fondled, so I'm sure to tuck that back into place before I sit up.

From the driver's seat, Spike clears his throat and I start half from surprise and half from my post-orgasmic shudders. He's smiling at me, but after a moment goes back to watching the others.

My face gets hot with embarrassment, but I don't think Spike will say anything. He's always up for a good show, after all, so I deem it safe to think I'm safe. Besides, he has no way to know that I was thinking about Ash and all the things he might do to me. I shiver with delight at the memory, trying not to remind myself that Ash was currently all over another girl, letting her taste and experience him.

I take a deep breath. All three of the boys have good stamina, but for now my little road-side fantasies will have to satisfy me. Besides, I'm too tired to want to please myself again. I'll just have to wait out the lust.