Roadtrip Hookup (Audio Script)

Stories

“I think you’ve got it upside down…

Haven’t you ever read a map before?

”

“Of course I’ve read a map…

It was just in a textbook and not so.. Faded, and… why are we even navigating by this anyway?

”

We’ve been driving for a few hours now, and as the sun began to set, my best friend’s mood visibly darkened too. Now, as she tries to read the map in the low light of the car, I can just see her furrowed brow.

She’s frustrated, and I don’t blame her. I’m driving, so I’ve got something to do, but she… well, she must be really bored on this long and endless highway. But hey, she’s the one who decided we should make this adventure an analog one.

“This was your idea, remember?”

“I want to go on a road trip like the movies, let’s do it right. No phones, just us, a map, and a sense of adventure!”

“You wanted to be a… what did you call it?

Vintage Vixen? All old-fashioned maps and….

Don’t look at me like that, you asked for this.

”

“I thought it would be fun! That there’d be lots to see. But now it’s dark and flat and boring and… and I’m hungry! And tired! And I want to stretch my leggsssssss.

Don’t judge me, but I miss doom-scrolling, too.

”

“Your phone is in the glovebox…

Just waiting for you… turn me on… use me.

”

“No, I won’t cave.

We’ve got this… right?”

“Alright, alright, let me just… I think I see lights up there, and we’ve been on this same straight for ages. I need a break anyways, let’s just pull over there for a bit?”

“Yes, please!”

The rest stop I can see ahead looks closed, but it’ll be a good enough place to stop and have a snack. We can stretch our legs and make a plan from there.

I take stock of our surroundings, noticing that the building is indeed closed, but the facilities seem to be clean and open and…

“Wow”

“What?”

“Look, over there.”

I dip my chin, pointing out the back of the car. Through the dusty rear windshield in the low light of the setting sun, you can just make out rolling meadows with wildflowers and over the flowers, there are—

“Fireflies!!”

“Come on! Let’s get a better look!”

I open my mouth to respond, but she’s out the door too quickly, so I follow her as she pops open the tailgate and jumps up into the spacious trunk.

I’m extra glad I packed the blankets that are folded neatly beneath us, making my comfy car feel absolutely luxe as I hop in beside her.

“I haven’t seen so many since I was a little girl! Can you believe it?”

She nudges me with her shoulder, her frustration and hunger forgotten in the new excitement of the fireflies scattered like stars across the fields in front of us.

“It’s… magical.”

It kinda surprises me to realise I mean it. She’s the more adventurous of the pair of us, planning analog roadtrips on a whim while I’m making color-coded spreadsheets and packing snacks like we’re going to the ends of the Earth but…

Right now, her unabashed joy is contagious, and I’m so glad I followed her lead on this one.

“Oooh, look! Over there!”

I follow the arm she’s flung out to see a cluster of deer, walking serenely along the edge of the field where the treeline begins.

“Wow, I’ve never seen deer this close.”

“Me neither… let’s stay for a bit?

Watch the sun set, take a break and just… enjoy this for a while.”

She’s right, moments like this are fleeting - and I don’t want to rush it or miss it because we’re in a hurry to do the next thing.

It’s always about the next thing, checking it off and doing more… especially with the rigorous schedule I've put us on… she’s so good at reminding me that we’re supposed to be having fun.

“Yeah, let’s just stay for a while. I’ll grab the snacks.”

I can practically feel her staring at me like I’ve sprouted an extra head as I reach over her, grabbing the cooler and popping the top to find that she’s gone a little rogue with our snack choices.

“Really?”

I hold my hand up, showing her the bottle of wine I found tucked into the top of the cooler. I definitely did not pack this.

“Well, what fun would it be if I followed alllll your rules?”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re driving. Pass the wine.”

“Whatever you say, boss. You’re lucky I packed cups.”

As we watch the night sky paint over the streaky sunset and darkness falls across the rolling field, it’s easier than ever to see the fireflies flickering.

We sit in quiet for a while, just watching as she drinks and I drink it all in. Trying to just be here, in my body and in this moment. I’ve never been very good at being still and present like this.

She must notice, because she kicks her feet out, her bare legs coming to rest over mine, and the feel of her grounding me to this moment makes it feel that much more tangible.

I rest my hand on the top of her feet, one thumb dipping down to lightly rub at her arches.

“That feels amazing, holy shit.”

I grin at her and continue massaging her feet and calves as we both get lost in the view. The feel of her smooth skin and familiar body in my hands helps me focus on the here and now, and I lean into that.

“I’ve paid for pedicures, for massages… and they’re never half as good as yours. How do I forget every time how good your hands feel?”

My cheeks flush a bit, and I’m not really sure why - so I just grin at her and say nothing as I continue to massage my best friend.

“This wine is delicious, you’re missing out.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying your contraband.”

“While we’re on the subject of contraband, should we grab your phone? Take a picture so we never forget this sunset.”

“What about your camera, Miss Vintage Vixen? All those analog moments you want to capture organically?”

“Come on, ooooone little cell phone picture. It won’t kill us to break the rules just a little, right?”

Her head drops onto my shoulder, cheek turning toward me as she meets my eyes and pouts out her bottom lip

“It can be our secret… I won’t tell a soul.”

My breath catches, heart tumbling over itself for a second in a weightless, bubbly way I don’t quite understand at the heavy weight of her gaze and her pleading tone, and I try to push it away.

“Not a single soul? Just all your Instagram followers when you post it later?”

“Yep! Just them. Come onnnn, go get one of the phones. I bet you have yours right here…”

She lunges toward me, trying to reach past me for the phone she rightfully suspects is tucked in my pack.

Because her feet were already in my lap, it doesn’t take much effort for her to pull herself across me until she’s straddling my lap, pressing herself into me as she tries to lean over my shoulder and reach my bag behind me…

Suddenly, that feeling of weightless bubbly warmth in my chest is sparking, catching and burning through me, and I think I might panic for a brief second before I recognise it…

As desire.

I am suddenly aware of my best friend in a way I never have been before, her firm, braless tits pressed nearly into my face, her hips pressing my own chest as she tries to reach for the phone in my pack, and I’m so aware of every inch of her.

Aware of how much I want to explore every inch of her…

Her soft skin, the sea salt and sunshine scent of her, the way my right hand still rests on her calf, and how, now with a mind of its own, it’s sliding up, up her calf until I’m lightly gripping the back of her thigh, leaning back and trying to meet her eyes.

“Um…”

“Hm?”

She seems to hear the confusion in my voice as she pulls back, leaning until she’s sitting on my lap to meet my eyes, and she must recognise what she sees because a slow smile tilts her full lips for a moment before she moves.

“You know… there are other things we can do on this trip too… that can be our little secret…”

Her lips on mine feel unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and the electric feel of her against me sparks against my skin as I move my hand from her thigh to her ass, up her back until it’s tangling in her hair. Tugging and gripping, teasing so beautifully as our kiss deepens.

She’s all teasing nips and exploring tongue, soft curves and gentle moans as she presses into my touch, into my mouth…

Now all I want is this, her, just like this, and it’s so much, but I want more and–

“Oh shit! Oh god, I’m so sorry, I-”

She’s scrambling, pulling away, trying to heave herself off my lap like a fucking salmon flinging itself into a river, and I’m laughing as I grab her waist, trying to keep her from falling, and her eyes are huge and she looks so panicked.

“Don’t. I’m not.”

My arms wind around her waist, pulling her close, catching her gaze.

“Not what?”

“I’m not sorry. In fact, I want more.”

I cup the back of her head, and pull her to me, sealing our lips together slowly and with intention as I kiss her again.

Her breasts press into mine as she surrenders to my kiss and her body melts into mine.

This is, undoubtedly, the hottest kiss of my life.

“I didn’t know…

You’re into women.

”

“You never asked.”

The gravity of that hits me in the same way as the roll of her hips against mine as she presses into me, and nips my bottom lip.

“So feisty.”

But she’s right, I didn’t ever ask. In the years we’ve been friends, she only dated guys, and I assumed she only ever did. But her peaked chest and swollen mouth pressed into mine are telling me something else, and I ask now.

“So are you into women?”

“Very. Especially you.

For a while now…

”

And that’s all I need to hear before I stop resisting how badly I want to fuck my best friend, right here, right now.

I grip her hips, lifting her from my lap just enough to get the leverage I need to roll us over until she’s lying back against the bags, and I’m on top of her, my mouth on hers again as I move my hands up to touch her bare skin.

“God, you’re so soft.”

I palm her tits, her chest pressing into my palms as I massage and tease her, and she arches into me.

“Oh, yes. I love when–

Yeah, squeeze it like that… mmm, a little harder.

”

I tweak her chest, following her direction as I press my hips into hers and drink in her pleasure at the way I’m touching her.

“More. Touch me… I need you to touch me.”

It doesn’t occur to me to take my time, as I follow her directive and slide my hand down her soft stomach, beneath the waistband of her shorts, and through the soft curls before I find her, wet and wanting.

“You’re so wet…”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time…”

My fingers dip between her swollen lips, swiping through the wetness of her as I stroke along her slit, trying to map her anatomy and take note of the way she’s already beginning to writhe beneath my touch.

“Mmmm, yes.”