The sound of laughter and people talking gets drowned out as we close the doors of the car. The drowsiness of being drunk settles, I take a deep sigh.
“Oh boy, that was fun." I said with a giggle.
“Yeah. We stayed way longer than I thought we would." Mark said as he closed the door of the car.
I laughed. Mark was rarely the partying type. In all the years we had known each other, I could count with one hand the times he had stayed past midnight. Much less the times I had seen him drink.
“It’s a shame you are such a good boy. I would like to see you drunk at least once."
“You don’t need booze to have fun." he said with a smirk as he started the car and slowly drove out of the parking spot.
“Yeah, but booze makes things better."
We both laughed and kept talking about the party.
“It’s a shame Lenna had to leave early." I said while staring at the city scape moving past us.
“Yeah, she works in the morning but, she didn’t want to spoil the fun for me.”
“That’s right, birthday boy. You are so lucky to have such an understanding girlfriend.”
He chuckled.
“What? Trouble in paradise?” I asked.
“No, she’s amazing. It’s just... since the pandemic eased out and she’s back at work, we barely see each other. It was a big jump, you know." His tone seemed a bit down.
“I do, but she went out of her way to plan and have this party ready for you. So don’t you dare bad mouth one of my best friends.” I gave him a friendly punch on his elbow.
We both laughed. The drive back home was long. And as the lights flashed past us I noticed I was a bit drunker than I expected.
“Thinking of it. I never did give you a birthday present.” I said as my mind started to think of a good gift.
“I know.”
“I just suck at presents. I never know what to give and hate the awkwardness of giving the wrong present, you know.”
“I mean you can give me anything you want, as long as it’s from you I’ll be happy.” He said nonchalantly.
I looked out the window, my mind wandering. I must have spaced out because Mark’s next words surprised with how stern they were.
“What are you doing?” He said
I turned around and noticed my hand on his lap. I must have moved it there out of habit since I always grabbed my husband’s lap when he drove. I could feel my face blushing and in the awkwardness of the situation, I heard my mouth before I could think of the words spouting from it.
“I... This is your present... I mean... You said anything, right?” My voice quivered a little bit.
I expected him to push away my hand, or to get mad at me. But as the seconds stretched with the awkward silence all he did was focus on the road. My heart started throbbing so hard I could hear it. I’ve never been a shy person. I always knew what I wanted and was never ashamed of looking for it. Mark knew this after so many years of knowing each other. Still, there was a line with him, being my friend’s boyfriend and all. A line I never expected to cross.
But my hand slowly started to rub his leg. My fingers slowly caressing his thigh. He seemed nervous but he stayed silent.
“I mean... you said you and Lenna haven’t seen each other a lot lately and... I know how frustrating that can be.”
“Yeah...” He answered.
Was his silence anger? Or acceptance? My heart was going a thousand miles an hour and I felt how he started to speed up. Then I felt it, the bulge under his jeans, and I knew what would happen next.
My hand moved up and down his bulge. Caressing slowly and firmly. Then without thinking twice, I shifted on my seat, both my hands quickly undid his belt. I tried to do it quickly, knowing that hesitation gave him time to consider. I needed to do it before he changed his mind.
Mark raised his hips, helping my fingers undo the button on his jeans. In an instant, I had unzipped his jeans and pulled them down enough to pull out his cock.
“Oh wow...”
Lenna had told me about Mark, but it was even more impressive in person. Even not fully erect his cock was about 7 inches. It curved up a lot, like a banana. But the most impressive part was the head. I had never seen such a big head to shaft ratio. His shaft was average in girth but the head was really thick. It was almost comically like a bobblehead.
I gripped it with one hand and started to masturbate it. He let out a groan of pleasure. As his cock started to get even harder, I noticed my free hand was caressing my clit under my dress and over my panties.
His cock started to drip pre-cum and I used it as a lubricant. I noticed he was going over the speed limit as the lights were mere blurs next to us. I shifted in my seat again as I felt that void in the pit of my stomach whenever I'm about to do something dangerous. I leaned over and told him nonchalantly.
“Go faster. Floor it or I’ll stop”
Then I bent over and in one swift movement put his cock in my mouth. I noticed a bit of hesitation in him but a second later I heard the deafening roar of the car’s engine and the pit in my stomach I always felt in roller coasters.
The adrenaline of it must have kept us from enjoying it to the fullest but it also added an interesting ingredient to the mix. I kept imagining us crashing as I sucked his cock. Or being pulled over by a cop. But as I kept drooling over his cock, using my tongue to lick every inch of it, nothing happened. Then he slowly started to slow down and a bit shocked and disappointed I stopped sucking.
