Brittany and Me part 2

I was going to make this one big story, but figured that the different aspects may or may not be appreciated by different crowds. Again, if characters are important to you, read part one first. If you’re just into sex, i may suggest skipping the first half. Happy reading part 2:

Brittany drove down Justin’s street excited as could be. Her and Justin would be heading to her boyfriend’s school and getting to the campus was quite a drive, but she was ready to see her boyfriend again, as she hadn’t in a couple of months.

Brittany pulled into Justin’s driveway, finding Shelby’s car parked there as well. “Well, it looks like someone spent the night,” she thought to herself, smiling that Justin most likely got lucky last night. Not wanting to interrupt the couple by barging in, she texted Justin’s phone instead. A simple “I’m here” was soon answered with a “come on in”.

She entered, finding Justin walking back into the living room. “Hey! I was just cleaning up from breakfast. Do you want some? We have french toast, eggs, and bacon,” Justin offered.

“Sounds delicious, but I just ate!” Brittany declined hugging her friend with a hello. “Where is Shelby anyway? Still recovering from last night?” she said with a wink, not sure if Justin knew that she knew.

“What? Oh, yeah, no she’s in the bathroom. Getting all pretty and that sort of thing,” Justin explained. He then leaned in and whispered, “Cleaning up, more like it.”

As if on cue, Shelby appeared at the top of the stairs. “Hi, Brittany!” she exclaimed, running down and hugging the girl. The two weren’t the closest of friends, but always seemed to have fun when they were together, sharing a common interest that was Justin. “You’re looking good today! Going to surprise that boyfriend of yours, huh?”

“You know it!” Brittany replied excitedly. “You look amazing yourself! Oh, but here, you have a little water on your collar, let me get-” she cut herself off as she noticed it wasn’t water. “Well, nevermind, it’ll evaporate soon enough, right? Breakfast smells amazing, I’m guessing that you are the culprit?”

“Oh yes, do you want some?” Shelby inquired, forgetting all about it.

“Oh, that’s okay. I was just telling Justin I had already ate, but thank you though!”

“We should really get going,” Justin advised, noting his clock was marching steadily past 11.

“Alright, let me get my bags from my car to yours, and you can bring yours out. It was great seeing you Shelby! I’m sorry you couldn’t come with us!” Brittany hugged her goodbye.

“Yeah, work is a bitch,” Shelby answered. She offered to help Justin with his bags, but he politely declined. Running up to the room, he quickly returned with a small luggage case and a backpack.

He turned and hugged Shelby. “I’d kiss you goodbye, but… I know where your mouth has been,” he jested. Instead, he gently patted her on the ass, and with a quick exchange of “love you”s, he accompanied Brittany to the car.

Piling into Justin’s luxury sedan style car, the duo grabbed everything they thought they would need. Clothes for two days, plenty of food and drinks, and most importantly, music.

Finally ready, Justin pulled out of the driveway, making a beeline for the interstate. Plugging in Brittany’s iTouch, the teens cycled through the songs until ‘I’m Glad You Came’ started sounding through the speakers. “Don’t you dare change it!” Justin demanded playfully.

“As if I was going to skip this song,” Brittany replied with a smirk. The teens drove down the road singing at the top of their lungs. Justin’s eyes wandered over to Brittany, who was dancing in her seat. Watching her body in motion was complete bliss. Her Mexican side was coming out as she wiggled against the constraints of her seat. Glancing as often as he dared, while still keeping his eyes on his road, Justin was getting very aroused.

“Damn, girl, if you keep dancing like that, I’ma just turn this car around and we can dance with our clothes off at my place,” Justin teased.

“Only in your wet dreams, sweety. I’m loyal to my John. But don’t worry, I’ll hook you up with a little hottie tonight at the party, and you can imagine she’s me while you.. do your thing,” Brittany responded, keeping in tact with her “look but don’t touch” policy she had with Justin. “Unless Shelby is your fuel now,” she replied, faking hurt feelings.

“Yeah yeah, you just wait. Pretty soon you won’t be able to resist me, girl,” Justin concluded, both of them laughing. “I’ll have you both at the same time!”

The song ended, and instead was replaced by a Taylor Swift song. Reading Justin’s mind, Brittany hit the ‘next’ button before she was ordered to. Sifting through the next ten songs, Justin was quickly discouraged. “Here, take my iPod. I have a playlist that is all dance/party mixes. That way I can watch you dance without interruption,” he winked.

Swapping out the MP3 player was quick, and Brittany started up the suggested playlist on shuffle. Soon enough, “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga was playing. Brittany looked over at Justin with rolling eyes. “What?! It’s a good dancing song!” Justin defended himself.

“You’re such a fag…” Brittany jested, quickly adding “Are you sure you don’t want me to find you a guy at this party?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to suck my dick?” Justin countered with the best thing he could think of at the moment.

The pair traveled down the road. Brittany had to admit, she enjoyed most of the songs on Justin’s playlist, and she did enjoy dancing, especially if it meant driving Justin crazy only a seat away.

Out of the blue, Brittany called out, “Oh! I almost forgot!” Unfastening her seat belt she twisted in her seat and reached into the back seats of the car, sifting through her backpack. Justin gawked at her magnificent ass as her body was turned, displaying it proudly. Her tight jeans hugged her curves perfectly, which was a miracle of evolution with a slender body such as hers. “You’re staring at my ass, arn’t you?” Brittany laughed, already knowing the answer.

“It’s taking all my willpower not to just reach out and grab it,” Justin admitted truthfully.

“Well we wouldn’t want you getting in a wreck, would we?” Brittany replied, wiggling her butt playfully only inches from Justin’s face. “Just restrain yourself and keep your eyes on the road until I get buckled back in, I’d rather not die, kay?”

Justin reluctantly followed orders. A few seconds later, Brittany popped back up, declaring “Got it!”, then refastened her seat restraints.

“What were you getting, anyway?” Justin inquired, answered by Brittany’s holding up a baggie filled with green buds. “Ooooh someone had a payday!” he added with a wink.

Taking her pipe with her other hand, Brittany measured out the weed, then reached around for something else. “Shit!! I totally forgot my lighter!” she exclaimed, rather bummed.

“I have one, if you want it. Just gatta do something for me first,” Justin said, grinning from ear to ear.

“What, you expect me to flash you for nothing more than a lighter?” she laughed. “Besides, if you have a lighter in your car, it’s probably…” Brittany’s voice trailed, as she opened up the glove box. Finding her prize, and shutting it back up, she was grinning even bigger than Justin had only moments before. “…Right here! Now turn off the air conditioner,” she ordered as she lit the bud. Inhaling from the pipe for quite a few seconds, Brittany paused, looking at the ceiling. Moments passed, and finally, she exhaled, sending the gas into the air.

“Gimme,” Justin beckoned, receiving the small pipe. Driving with his elbows, he had to relight the substance, then inhaled greedily. Passing the pipe back, Justin couldn’t help but cough as the byproducts filled his lungs. Brittany laughed at his attempt, then proceeded to take another hit. “That’s some pretty good shit, girl,” Justin complimented, and she thanked him.

This continued for a while, as the car slowly filled with their exhaling compounds. The conversation varied from the current song (and what the couple thought of the artist), to birthday plans, and finally, to sex (what else).

“Don’t get me wrong. John is AMAZING in bed. And his dick is HUGE! I love it,” Brittany continued her speech. “It’s just… We never do anything exciting any more.” She frowned, reminiscing to the first few months of their relationship, when they would have tried anything, just for the forbiddenness and sexualness of it.

“Well not that I’m not fascinated with what he brings to the table for you… But hey! It’s your birthday coming up. I’m sure he’ll stuff you like a turkey, ya know?” Justin comforted, grinning as he did so.

“Yeah, I hope so. I need it soooooo bad,” Brittany trailed off, before taking another hit of the weed she was still lighting. Then her voice changed to a serious tone. “How big is your dick anyway?” She asked, as if her question was not any more invasive than asking a favorite color.

Justin was taken off guard, if only slightly. Sure, their relationship seemed to have no taboos in it, but here she was, talking about the boyfriend she was loyal to, and had just shot down Justin’s attempts (if you could call them attempts, Justin would have labeled them as mere teasing), and now she was inquiring what Justin’s size was. “I’m… uh, seven inches,” Justin answered, sure that Brittany wasn’t asking out of interest, but rather simple curiosity.

“Oh, see? That’s not bad at all,” Brittany coached. “John is nine inches, but like I said, he is the biggest I’ve seen. Well, outside of those interracial pornos, right?” she added, giggling.

“Well, I’ve heard you complain about him not being… interesting enough. So I’m guessing that while nine inches may feel nice, the kid ain’t got nothing on my sense of adventure!” Justin countered, laughing. “What kind of excitement are you looking for anyway?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Brittany thought for a moment. “When we first started dating, he was always so horny. It was almost annoying, but now I miss it! He would convince me to do stuff in the movie theater, in the bathroom stalls at school, even in his car while he drove. Now, we only fuck in his dorm, and its not even like he tries to seduce me. I……. I miss him taking charge like he used to. Damn it, I want him to get me to do something freaky that I don’t even think I want to do!”

“How about swinging?” Justin probed. “I bet you don’t think you wanna do that,” he winked, knowing his attempt would again be blown off.

“Very funny Jay… But seriously, I wouldn’t mind doing anything short of other people. But he doesn’t ASK me for anything. He barely even gets on top of me anymore. He just lays there while I bounce on him or suck him off. *I* have to do all the work. *I* have to ask him for sex. It’s like he’s not even interested anymore… I’m hoping that this weekend he will just fuck me senseless. I really do.” There was a long pause as she waited for him to speak. Finally, she added, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Oh! Sorry, I was just imagining…. you bouncing… nevermind!” Justin laughed. “Well… here’s hoping we both have hot, crazy, kinky sex, huh? And if John doesn’t do it for ya, you’re always welcome to join whoever I’m with, alright?” Justin concluded. “Now let me hit that one more time, before I turn the A.C. back on. It’s getting hella humid in here.”

The conversation quickly jumped to birthday shopping ideas, and the previous topic was all but forgotten about. All of the sudden, Brittany pipped back in. “Listen sweety, I do enjoy our relationship. It’s absolutely perfect, and just what I need in my life. I even enjoy us teasing each other and flirting. And to be honest, if I wasn’t dating Johnny right now, we would probably have had mind blowing sex. Many times in fact. But I don’t want to lead you on. No matter how much we flirt, no matter how fucked up i get, I will not sleep with you. I am completely loyal to Johnny, and the thing is… I don’t WANT to fall for you and ruin everything I have going for us. So, while this is fun, I hope you realize nothing will come of it besides this friendship…” Her voice trailed, hoping to not hurt Justin’s pride too much.

“No, no! Brittany, you don’t understand. The reason I flirt so heavily with you is because I know nothing will come of it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, if you would LET me? This car would be pulled over. I would hit that so hard, whoever could pull me out would be the rightful king of England!” That brought a rather loud laugh out of Brittany as Justin continued. “But I don’t expect anything like that from you. I know how much you love John. And I wouldn’t ruin that for you. I love you, and that means I want you to be happy, okay? So staying friends without benefits is perfect for me. Cause I really don’t think there’s anyone out there quite like you, so I’m lucky to just be in this car with you, ya know?” Justin topped off, meaning every word.

Brittany was blushing by the time Justin wrapped up with his speech. “You are the sweetest thing ever, hun,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. Glancing forward once more, she noticed that they were pulling off of the freeway, the car now slowing down onto the exit ramp that lead to the university John attended. Justin switched off the air conditioner, proceeding to roll down the windows, their combined “greenhouse gasses” leaking out of the car.

Cruising 20 miles an hour down the Miami street, they were greeted by thousands of people walking outside. Girls were prancing around in skimpy swim suits, guys opted to go shirtless to escape the heat. Justin noticed a particular little Cuban girl in a string bikini that barely covered her at all. “I forgot how much I loved Miami this time of year,” he commentated, turning to Brittany. “Wanna get a couple white T-shirts and do a girls gone wild video?” He quickly added, “You’re more than welcome to participate!”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass. But depending on how drunk I get at these parties, you and the rest of the campus might get a free show anyway,” Brittany teased with a wink.

Finding the campus quickly, with Brittany’s direction, Justin pulled the car into the student housing lot.