Road Trip

Kristen is sprawled across her bed, phone glowing in her hands. Alex’s messages keep landing—flirty, teasing. When the pics arrive, Kristen’s mouth goes dry. Alex is gorgeous, lean, dark hair spilling over small, natural breasts. Kristen, desperate to impress, types fast: she travels with Carter Cruise, shoots her shows. Alex bites. She’s heading to EDF in Vegas. They should meet. Baker isn’t far. She’s down to fuck. Kristen stares. Her fingers freeze. She slams the laptop shut and groans into her pillow, certain she’ll die untouched. Later, in Carter’s bedroom, Aidra lounges on the floor, eyes glued to their DJ. Kristen scrolls through her new shots, but Aidra only shrugs, unimpressed. Plants get more attention than people, she says. Kristen insists Alex wants her, that a model is waiting in Baker. Carter perks up. Road trip, she decides, already tossing bags into the trunk. The drive is sun and bass. Aidra corners Carter outside a gas station, voice low: she wants more than friendship. Carter steps back—there’s no spark on her end. Aidra finds Kristen by the car, cheeks hot, and spills. Kristen tells her she’s stunning, anyone’s dream. The words settle between them like a spark catching. When they reach Baker, Kristen follows Alex inside, camera ready. Alex poses on the sheets, hips tilting, small tits bare, gaze heavy. They kiss, but Kristen pulls away, stomach twisting. She blurts the truth: her ride-along crush just changed everything. Aidra storms in, breathless, refusing to let Kristen give herself to a stranger. Alex lifts an eyebrow, puts it together, and smiles. Kristen loves Aidra. She said it. Carter bursts through the door too late. Tension crackles. Alex laughs low and suggests they stay. All of them. Kristen’s first time, Aidra first in line. Clothes fall. Mouths meet skin. Kristen and Aidra taste each other, then Carter, then Alex, bodies shifting, slick and urgent, until every ache is answered and Kristen finally knows what it feels like to be wanted back.