Sitting on my friend lap on a road trip gets me wets.

I’m 21 years old and last weekend I went on a crazy road trip with a group of friends, all crammed into a van for a seven-hour drive to a music festival. The van was packed tightly, and since I’m the smallest, I ended up on the lap of a friend in the middle row. Let’s call him Ethan, a guy with a slender build and a mischievous smile that I always thought was hot, even though we never did anything about it. It was late, the van was rumbling along mountain roads, and the only sounds were the hum of the engine and the quiet conversations of the driver and passenger in the front. Most of our friends were asleep or turned off, leaving Ethan and me in our own little bubble.

Ethan’s arms wrapped around my waist to steady me as the van rocked. I was wearing thin yoga pants, and each jolt sent his cock pressing against my pussy through the material. At first I tried to focus on staying still, with one hand gripping the handle above my head and the other on the seat in front of me. But the constant movement, plus the heat from Ethan’s body, made my pussy wet. My clit throbbed with each stroke, and I couldn’t ignore how fucking good it felt.

I don’t know what came over me, but I spread my thighs a little, pressing my pussy harder against Ethan’s crotch. I could feel his cock getting hard, thick and stiff beneath me, and it sent a shiver through my body. My yoga pants were so thin there was nothing between us. I looked back and Ethan’s eyes met mine, a hungry look in them. He knew what I was doing. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me in tighter, so that every rocking of the van drove his cock into my pussy.

The friction was crazy. His hard cock rubbed against my clit with every turn, my pussy getting wetter and 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 him groan lowly as the van hit a sharp turn. I rocked my hips slightly, matching the rhythm of the road, chasing that sweet pressure on my clit. His cock slid against my pussy through our clothes, driving me wild.

My body burned, my pussy throbbing with need. Ethan squeezed harder, pushing me further, and I knew he was just as turned on. The van had hit a rough patch, and that was it—I came hard, my pussy clenching as waves of pleasure ripped through me. I held my breath, collapsing against Ethan’s chest, shaking. He held me close, his breath hot in my ear as he whispered, “Fuck, you’re going to kill me.” Exhausted, I melted into him, slumping in his arms, his cock still hard beneath me.