Before Marriage There Is That Summer

It's in the past and it should stay there. But I think about it a lot. Summer break 2005, a friend, male, invited me to go cross country with him. Coast to coast. We left from Boston to LA the day after the semester was over. I was young, I really believed that a week on the road with a friend was a week on the road with a friend.

Guy's dicks get hard all the time. While driving, in the morning when he wakes up, in the booth at the diner. Always moving it around, complaining of pain because he needs relief, blaming me of emitting hard on hormones. I made the mistake of listening to him, arguing with him, causing him to open his pants and let his dick out to prove his point. He was hard.

Night number one, we are in Ohio, no tell motel, 22 dollar fleabag truckers motel. Of course he gets a one bed room. On purpose, I will never believe he forgot to ask for a room with two beds. He only sleeps in his boxers, with his hard dick poking out. I turn my back to him. His dick starts rubbing against my back. His hands on my shoulders. Things start getting wet and icky. His breath on my neck. His hand goes around and cups my boob. His other hand holds up my rollerball deodorant and starts laughing.

Yes, he got me. Angered me. Pissed me off. Only a long fucking was able to calm me down. I held his dick on the highway, sucked his dick at the rest stop, fucked at night, all the way to LA. Married 10 years now, and we drove cross country last summer. With the kids.