No Hookups

This was written for theLiterotica Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2025. I hope you enjoy.

Driving Out

Driving Out

A long stretch of black asphalt baked with shimmering heat under the summer sun. There was sand on one side of the road. Even more sand on the other. Somewhere above, a hawk cried. In the distance, a weed tumbled. And then all was quiet but for the vibrating song of some hidden insect.

A red blur sliced between the tan and black of desert and road. East to west. In the brief moment it passed that little stretch of desert, a feminine cry of "wwoO-HHOooo!" built in volume before fading away.

Something stirred in the hot, dry desert. A beast hiding in the shadow of a boulder. It was large and white and crept up to the road on feet of black rubber. Once there, it launched after its prey, wailing and flashing lights in red and blue as it raced down the road.

"Betty! I told you to slow down!" Said the blonde sitting in the Jeep's back seat. She looked back at the highway patrol car and groaned. That was just what their summer vacation needed. A ticket. Or worse.

"Oh, Em, Gee, like, I get pulled over all the time. It's fine. Chloe, tell her." Said the brunette in the driver's seat. She turned on her blinker and slowed before driving onto the highway's shoulder.

"Relax, Anne." Said the boyish red head in the passenger seat. "I've seen Betty get pulled over before. She's got this."

The Jeep stopped. The highway patrol car stopped. An officer stepped from the car, his face cast into ominous shadow by the wide brim of his hat. Betty watched him in her side view mirror. Step. Step. She prepared herself mentally. Closer. Closer. She prepared herself physically. Pop. Pop. Two more of her shirt buttons undone. Only the knot of fabric just below her hefty chest kept the garment closed.

He stopped by Betty's door.

What he saw was a red Jeep with its top down. Three girls were inside. College aged. The blonde in the back was toned. Athletic. Her hair was pulled back in a short ponytail. She wore a sundress that couldn't reach her knees. The red head in the passenger seat was dressed like a boy; board shorts and a loose tank top. Her hair was short, just barely coming to her neck. And then there was the driver, the brunette. Long legs with cut off denim shorts and a button down shirt tied off to show her midriff. Her long hair was held to the back of her head by a gaudy hair clip.

Behind mirrored sunglasses, the officer's eyes struggled to rise above the depth of cleavage on display.

"Do you-! hch." The officer's voice nearly cracked before he cleared his throat. He tried again, his voice deep and clear. "Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"I was going a bit too fast, wasn't I? Sorryyy~" The driver held that last syllable to draw attention to herself. At the same time, she pushed her chest out.

Fabric slipped. The knot pulled. Her shirt struggled to contain her considerable bust at the best of times, but those buttons having been undone... she was showing a hint of something besides just skin.

"Ahh. Uhh. Yeah. Yes! Umm..." The officer turned his body to the side. Still, he stared at the driver. "Quite a bit faster. I could write you a ticket for that. Uhh, license! And registration. P-please."

It wasn't just the brunette causing him problems. Movement in the back seat briefly drew his attention to the blonde. She'd shifted position and the hem of her dress had gone up, up, up.

"She's got it here in the glove box." Said the red head. The young woman leaned forward to fetch her friends' documents. Her tank top was loose. Very loose. He saw more than just a hint of something.

"Oh my god, again, I'm so sorry. We saw this big, long highway and we just wanted to try riding it as fast and as hard as we could." The brunette handed him her ID.

"God it's hot out." The officer took off his hat to fan himself. Freed from shadow, the girls saw that he was barely older than they were. Cute, too. He glanced at her ID and handed it back. "It can be dangerous, driving that fast. Even on a straight stretch of road. I'm..."

Betty had rested her hands on her knees. That meant squeezing her chest with her arms.

"I'm just going to let you girls go with a warning. A, ah, a friendly warning. You don't want to ruin your summer by crashing your car, do you?"

"No officer." Betty smiled. "Thank-you, officer. We'll stick to the speed limit."

"See that you do." He put his hat back on and made sure to turn away from the Jeep before walking back to his car. There was a jank to his step, like something in his pants was stiff.

The girls waited for him to pull away. Then they broke into laughter.

"Oh officer!" Chloe said in an exaggerated girly girl voice. "Look at my boobs! Aren't they big? You couldn't possibly give a ticket to such big boobs."

"Like, it worked, didn't it?" Betty was all smiles. "And I wasn't the only one showing off. I saw you shaking what you got." Chloe rolled her eyes and raised a single finger in response. "And you!" The brunette twisted around to look at Anne. "Are you even wearing underwear?"

"Yeah."

Betty continued to stare.

"Yes, Betty, I'm wearing underwear. I wasn't flashing him my box or anything." She lifted the hem of her dress. Underwear. It was just a little bit of string and a small triangle of purple fabric, but it was underwear. "See? Now get driving. We've got a long way to go."

The Jeep pulled from the side of the road and continued its journey at a more reasonable pace. Eventually, the girls brought its roof back up to spare themselves the wind and sun and enjoy some air conditioning.

"We sleep in the car tonight." Said Chloe. "Probably somewhere around the mountains. Then we keep going in the morning until we hit the resort sometime around one."

"Then it's nothing but three days of all-inclusive beach and boys." Betty grinned.

"No. No! What was our deal?" Anne said from the back seat.

"No hook-ups." The three said together.

"I mean..." Chloe was staring out the window. "We could hook up if we wanted to. No one could stop us."

Anne lightly slapped her friend's shoulder. "This was supposed to be a girl's trip. Just the three of us hanging out and having fun. Not splitting up to spend time apart. It isn't going to be a very long vacation, so we shouldn't spend it apart."

The red head rolled her eyes. "We're still gonna hang out. But three days is a lot of time. We could have little solo adventures here and there. Easy."

"Uh huh. We'll see. We'll see." Anne leaned back and pinned a pillow between her head and the door. "I'm just gonna take a nap. Don't let me rest too long or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"We gotcha, Anne." Betty smiled. "We gotcha."

The red blur continued down the long black road towards a horizon that clawed with jagged peaks at the setting sun.

Anne

Anne

They did not have her.

"I can't believe you let me sleep for so long!" Anne swung her pillow at Betty, but only hit the headrest of her mostly reclined seat.

"I'm... ah-" Betty yawned. "I'm sorry, you just looked so peaceful and we lost track of time."

Chloe was already gently snoring.

It was dark outside the Jeep. Stars twinkled high above. In the distance were the lights of a motel. The girls had no intention of staying there. They'd decided to save a bit of money by sleeping in the car, which is what brought them to an empty lot just off the highway. The horizon rose like a black wall in every direction. Mountains.

"Can't you just, like, sleep anyways?" Betty fought to keep her eyes open.

"No, I can't just sleep anyways. I've been asleep for hours. I'm wired."

"Mmm hmm. Maybe like... I dunno..." Betty was drifting away. "Go for a run or something..."

And she was gone.

Anne ground her teeth together. Then she huffed and got her bag. Going for a run wasn't actually a bad idea. Jogging was a part of her daily routine, one that had been disturbed by their road trip. She had been doing track and field for years and planned on doing it for years to come.

"A little exercise." She said to herself as she got out of the Jeep. "This might actually help."

Anne's dress came up and over her head. Hers was the body of an athlete. Toned and perky. Particularly below the waist. The back of her g-string vanished between the firm cheeks of a runner's butt. Up top, she was small. But still round. Two perky pears that looked good, so long as she wasn't standing next to Betty and her melons.

The g-string came down. Anne was nude but for her running shoes.

She wasn't a shy girl. Not on the track. Not in the showers. So stripping naked in an empty lot in the dead of night came easy. There was a sports bra and shorts in her bag, but...

But...

Anne looked around. Rarely, a car came down the highway. Running there would be no good. There was too much of a risk being seen, or even run down by a tired driver. The service road, though, the one they'd taken to get to the empty lot, that would do nicely. It curved after a little ways to access the backside of the distant motel. She could run up and down that road however many times she needed to without getting lost. Without getting caught.

She put her bag back in the Jeep.

On her feet were a pair of well worn running shoes. Around her waist was a fanny pack with a broad, soft strap that hugged her hips.

And that was it.

Summer heat still lingered in the night air. She was cool, but not cold. Bumps raised across her skin. On her perky breasts, her nipples became stiff nubs. Despite running, despite building heat through exercise, they didn't soften. It wasn't temperature that left her modest chest capable of cutting glass. It was excitement. In the dark, Anne was grinning. It wasn't her first nude run. It wasn't going to be her last, either.

Down the dusty service road, she ran. The only sounds around her being the crunch of gravel under her feet, the hum and rumble of the occasional truck on the highway, and the distant cry of coyotes.

Up ahead she saw waist high bushes along the side of the road. Beyond those, a tall metal fence. Beyond that, the modest pool of a roadside motel. The motel had lights, but they were only bright enough to illuminate the fenced off pool area. Even then, things were dim.

Anne slowed to a trot. Then to a walk. Then she rolled her feet - heel to toe - in such a way as to move in near silence on the gravel road.

There were people in the pool. Two men and a woman. They were trying not to splash around, trying not to draw attention from anyone sleeping in the many rooms that had direct access to the pool deck. Why? Probably because they were all nude.

The streaking blonde came to a stop and watched as the woman made out with one of the men. Then the other. Then the men each climbed up and sat on the pool edge, their legs in the water and their excitement clearly visible even from Anne's distance. The woman bobbed her head in one man's lap. Then she switched to the other.

"Oh shit!" Whispered a masculine voice from the darkness of the bushes.

"Shh!" Hissed another.

Anne wasn't alone.

She moved silently towards the spot in the bushes she'd heard the voices coming from. Was it dangerous, being a nude young woman approaching two people in the night? Maybe. But she was a runner. If things went south, she'd bolt into the night.

Closer.

She looked from the dark bushes to the dim poolside. The woman was kneeling on a pool chair. One man held her by the hips and thrust into her from behind. The other stood on the other side of the chair, stroking himself close to her face.

Closer.

By starlight and the silver glow of a half moon, she could see them. Just barely. Two young men crouching in the bushes. One passed a pair of binoculars to the other. Voyeurs. Peeping Toms. Perverts.

Anne grinned. Then she took a step forward, leaned down to put her head into the space between theirs, and said, "Boo!"

Two shrill yelps echoed into the night as the crouching men each launched up and away from Anne. There was a crashing of dried leaves. With a glance, Anne saw the trio by the pool quickly vanish into one of the motel's many rooms, no doubt spooked by the two young men trying to haul themselves out of the bushes.

"Uhhh..." Said one.

"Wha..." Said the other.

They both stared at the fit young blonde standing before them on the gravel road. Eyes darted between perky breasts and a smooth shaved pussy. Then, finally, one of the pair looked high enough to see her smile.

Anne waved. "Hi."

"Hi." He said, breathlessly. Then he hit his friend in the chest with the back of his hand. The second man looked up. "H- Hi."

Nerds.

Not city nerds. No, these were country nerds. They were a different breed. Tinkerers, if the slapped together look of their binoculars was any indication. Their expertise wasn't with computers, no, it was with gadgets and gizmos. These young men were mechanics, no doubt about it.

The taller of the two, who had greased back hair and horn rimmed glasses, wiped his hand on his shirt and held it out, stiff as a board.

"Pete." He said, his gaze having drifted up above Anne's head. Such a gentleman.

"Anne." She said, giving his clammy hand a shake. When she let go she looked at his friend, who was shorter and had a wisp of hair on his upper lip. Or was that just dirt? "And you are?"

He stared at her chest until Pete hit him again. "Ah- Uhh, Tom."

"And what were you doing in the bushes, Pete and Tom?" Anne was having fun watching them squirm.

"We were just watching-" Tom stopped after Pete hit him again. Then he said, "Birds."

"Birds, huh? You boys ever see a road runner? Because I'm out here, running on a road, wondering if anyone is going to look at me."

Anne started walking backwards. Then she stretched. Arms to the sky, legs together, chest pushed out, her whole body put on display in the moonlight. When she finished, she did so with a pleasant bounce of her chest. Pete and Tom both stared, hypnotized by her perky tits.

She was happy.

Being away from home meant Anne could flash without fear of being recognized. The two country boys - Pete and Tom - were an opportunity. Fellow perverts in the night. No cameras. No internet. No blowback. Just eyes.

And maybe hands.

Pete had his hands behind his back. With her night adjusted eyes, Anne could see the tent he was pitching in his pants. Tom, however, had a hand on his crotch. At first he might have put it there to cover up, but now he was groping himself.

"If you two want, you can..." Anne shuddered at the thought. Then she continued. "You can look with your hands, not just your eyes."

It took them a moment to get what she meant. They looked at each other, then at her. Anne let out a sigh, then she approached the pair. They both froze. What was happening was so far outside their personal experiences they clearly had no idea what to do. The nude runner grabbed Pete's arm and pulled it forward, her grip sliding down to his wrist. She planted his hand on her breast. Tom was easier. She simply took the hand that was groping his groin and moved it to her own.

"Have either of you felt a girl up before?"

They both shook their heads.

"Don't be shy. Have fun with it, I'll let you know if you're doing anything wrong."

Pete had been polite up to that point, but some switch in his head flipped. He pinched her nipple and tugged her closer so she was standing between him and Tom. Then he slapped her ass. It wasn't a very good hit, so he did it again. Crack! Her muscular butt jiggled. Then he grabbed a perky cheek and groped.

Tom held his hand against the moist heat between her legs. Then he started petting. When she rocked her hips against him, he grew bold. One finger slipped inside. Then another. He tried moving them in and out.

"Front to back." She said.

Tom changed his approach. Anne smiled in the night and slowly exhaled. That was better. Much better.

What was she doing? Letting two strangers feel her up behind a roadside motel in the middle of the night? What would people think? Nothing, that's what. Because no one would know. And if no one knew about her little solo adventure, then no one would be upset by her going a little further.

"H-Have either of you ever kissed a girl?" She asked.

They both shook their heads.

Anne grabbed Pete by the front of his shirt and pulled him down. Her lips met his. He was still at first, but as she kissed him he mimicked her movements. Then he grew bold and tried to use his tongue. She let him. After a minute, Anne broke the kiss and pulled Tom in the same way.

Pete's hand slid across her butt. A finger traced the space between her perky cheeks. Up. And then down, down, down, until he poked at a muscular ring. Anne coo'ed, her tongue exploring Tom's mouth.

She broke the kiss and let the young men continue grabbing and poking and prodding for a minute longer.

"Be honest." She said between deep breaths, rocking her hips against their exploring hands. "What were you doing in the bushes."

"Peeping." Said Tom.

Pete elaborated. "We work at a station down the road. Those three from the pool came in asking about motels a few hours ago. We pointed them here. They were all, uhh... We were sure they were looking for somewhere to hook up. When our shift ended we came out here to maybe see through a window."

"Didn't have to look through a window." Said Tom. "She was already topless in the pool by the time we snuck up."

What Betty and Chloe didn't know wouldn't hurt them. Besides, was it really breaking the whole "no hook-ups" rule if they were asleep? It's not like Anne was taking time away from her friends to hang out with boys.

"Do you want me to do to you what she was doing to them?"

They both nodded their heads.

Anne sank down into a squat, not wanting to put her knees on gravel. Both young men quickly undid their pants and pulled out what they had to work with. Tom was average in size. Pete, a little larger. The moonlight caught in the clear, pungent pre-cum already leaking from each of their swollen heads. She jerked them in sync for a bit, then she dove in on Tom.

He was focusing on his breathing. Holding back. Trying to endure.

She let him go with a pop of her lips and switched to Pete. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. She could still take him to his base.

He groaned. He twitched.

She pulled back and pinched the base of his cock. No more sucking. No more jerking. Just the cool night air. It was too soon for him to go off.

Back to Tom. Anne bobbed her head. "Urk- Urk- Urk-" She gurgled.

Tom whimpered when she let him go. Whimpered! Anne enjoyed teasing men, but she had never held such power over them. Especially when Betty was around. It was hard to be alluring when tits of such magnitude were being put on display right next to her. But Betty wasn't there. She was asleep down the road. So was Chloe. And Anne... she needed to tire herself out. That was the whole point of her adventure in the first place. Be active. Get tired. Sleep.

"Do either of you have protection?"

They both shook their heads.

Anne considered her options. Then something occurred to her. A possibility. Yes, that could work.

She stood up and walked between them, never letting go of their spit slicked erections. Not until the three had to work their way through the bushes, at least. Anne got to the other side, to the bars of the motel fence, ahead of Pete and Tom. She spun her fanny pack around her waist and opened its main pocket.

A small bottle of water? No. Athletic tape? A clean rest? No. A crumbled granola bar? No. Aha! A small bottle of oil. It was meant for a quick massage of sore muscles, but it would do.