Word Limit: 250Bonus Words: All words in French are free!
Required Phrase: “Ménage à trois,” bien sûr!
Forbidden Phrase: “Let them eat (fill in the blank).” It’s still too soon for me.
Extra Credit: Tell us which historic figure you’d most like to French kiss.
The car smelled of chewing tobacco and stale beer. Melody rolled down the window of the pontiac and inhaled the fresh air, letting the wind circulate through the car.
“Hey, it’s freezing out there. Can you shut that?” Ronnie tapped her shoulder from the back seat. She sighed and rolled the window back up. Spring could not arrive soon enough.
“I had a strange dream last night.” Melody took her hand lotion from her purse. Anything would improve the stench of the car.
“Well, what was it?” Bobby, the driver and her current lover, asked. She wondered if she would tire of him soon. He had a weakness in him that she despised.
“I dreamt that I was married to Louis XVI and you two were some politicians or something. I was in my bedroom and the two of you barge in, something about eating cake…I don’t know. Anyway. Bobby comes over to my chair and starts to stroke my hair- like you do when you want a blow job.” She continued to rub the lotion into her hands.
“Yeah…” Ronnie tapped her shoulder again.
“Then Ronnie knelt in front of me and started uttering all sorts of gibberish in French. I couldn’t understand anything he said, but he kept trying to pull up my skirts. I’m not sure how, but he finally managed to get them up around my waist and he was fingering me.” She looked at Bobby’s expression- nothing.
“Hells yeah!” The twenty something side kick hooted from the backseat.
“Then Bobby pulled down his tights and gave me his dick. I looked up at him and asked him what you two were doing. He said ‘“Ménage à trois,” bien sûr!” She laughed and leaned over to kiss Bobby on his cheek. “Can you imagine wearing tights!”
“So you had a sex dream.” Ronnie sat back in his seat with a satisfied grin.
“Yeah.” She looked over her shoulder at him. He was cuter than she gave him credit for. “You know we don’t have to meet the rest of the group for almost two hours…why don’t we make my dream into a reality?” She reached over and began to run Bobby’s already hard cock through his jeans. Ronnie all but screamed his delight. Bobby’s expression remained blank, but he turned down the dirt road toward the woods.
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Love this, though the back seat guy seemed real and enthusiastic (so fantastic job on him specifically). Such awesome characters, and I like how you left us off with them veering off the road.