Got wed by sitting on my friends lap during a road trip

I’m 22, and last weekend, I went on a crazy road trip with a bunch of friends, all of us crammed into a van for a seven-hour drive to a music festival. The van was packed tight, and since I’m the smallest, I ended up sitting on a friend’s lap in the middle row. Let’s call him Ethan, a guy with a lean build and a mischievous smile I’d always found kind of hot, though we’d never done anything about it. It was late, the van twisting through mountain roads, and the only sounds were the engine’s hum and some quiet talk from the driver and front passenger. Most of our friends were asleep or zoned out, leaving Ethan and me in our own little bubble.

Ethan’s arms wrapped around my waist to keep me steady as the van swayed. I had on thin yoga pants, and every jolt made his dick press against my pussy through the fabric. At first, I tried to focus on staying still, one hand gripping the overhead handle, the other on the seat in front. But the constant motion, plus the heat of Ethan’s body, got my pussy wet. My clit throbbed with every bump, and I couldn’t ignore how fucking good it felt.

I don’t know what possessed me, but I spread my thighs a bit, pressing my pussy harder against Ethan’s crotch. I could feel his dick getting hard, thick and stiff under me, and it sent a rush through my body. My yoga pants were so thin it was like nothing was between us. I glanced back, and Ethan’s eyes met mine, a hungry look in them. He knew what I was doing. His hands slid to my hips, pulling me tighter, so every sway of the van ground his cock against my pussy.

The friction was insane. His hard dick rubbed my clit with every turn, my pussy getting wetter, soaking my panties. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, my tits heaving as I tried to stay quiet. Ethan’s fingers gripped my hips, guiding me, and I heard a low groan from him when the van hit a sharp curve. I rocked my hips slightly, matching the road’s rhythm, chasing that sweet pressure on my clit. His cock slid against my pussy through our clothes, driving me wild.

My body was on fire, my pussy pulsing with need. Ethan’s grip tightened, urging me on, and I knew he was just as turned on. The van hit a rough patch, and that was it—I came hard, my pussy clenching as waves of pleasure tore through me. I stifled a gasp, collapsing back against Ethan’s chest, shaking. He held me close, his breath hot in my ear as he whispered, “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” Drained, I melted into him, napping in his arms, his dick still hard beneath me.