InterSection
Chapter 1
There are moments in life, intersections if you will, where a person can choose what path they're going to go down. Not all paths are good. Not all paths lead where you think they'll go. But when you look back at your life, you'll see that moment—that intersection —and you'll realize that's what led you to the place you are now. And sometimes you wonder what would have happened if you'd chosen differently and taken a different path.
Very deep, I know, but what can I say, I'm a bit drunk and I'm standing at one of the most interesting intersections I've ever encountered.
First of all, it's the red light at Firefly Street and Serenity Ave, and second of all, I'm being propositioned by a car full of hot, half-naked young women. No joke, there's four of them and they're dressed to go clubbing on a hot July evening which, of course means there's more skin showing than not. I fucking love summer. There's cleavage, midriffs, and thighs everywhere and it's glorious.
One of them, the blonde in the backseat, has my hand, while the brunette in the backseat is cuddled up behind her, looking at me with big Bambi-like fuck-me eyes. Another blonde is drivingand the redhead in the passenger seat is licking her lips as she asks me if I want to take a ride.
Why me?
I have no idea. I've always considered myself to be a decent-looking guy, but it's not like I'm a Chris Hemsworth lookalike or anything. My muscles are there, but they're not ripped. But somehow, some way, these girls want me to get in their car and go to some unspecified location with them.
"You don't really want to walk, do you?" the blonde holding my hand asks, half-leaning out the window, so that I have a ball-tightening view of her incredible cleavage. She bats blue eyes at me and I really want to say yes, but... what could these four women possibly want with just me? It's like the start of some bad horror flick. Or a porno. My dick thinks it's a great idea, but my brain is resisting.
"Ah, yeah, actually, I think I'm just going to walk," I say, shame-faced at my decision.
All of them make disappointed cooing noises and the blonde brushes my hand across her boob, the softness immediately making my dick perk up and call me all sorts of filthy names.
"Aww that's too bad," says boob-blonde, giving my hand one last rub before reluctantly letting go.
My cock is screaming at me and my head actually hurts as she drops my hand. The light is still red. I could walk away. But I don't. Instead, all I can think about is that stupid Transformers movie when Shia Labeouf asks Megan Fox “When you look back at your life, don't you want to say you had the guts to get in the car?”
Green flashes out of the corner of my eye—the light has changed—and I suddenly blurt out, "Wait! Yeah, I'd love a ride."
Despite my earlier reluctance, my change of heart—more like a change of who's driving my body: brain move over, dick is taking the wheel—has the ladies squealing and cheering. Blondiejumps out and practically pushes me into bitch position between her and the brunette before jumping in behind me. I can't help but look around the interior of the car for a camera. It would be just my luck to end up on some kind of candid camera reality show, where some poor schmuck thinks he's entered some kind of sexual fantasy heaven, only to find out he's been set up. But I don't see any cameras.
"So where are we headed?" asks Driver Blondie.
"Hunter and Fourth," I say, trying to not be too distracted by the fact that brunette has her hand on my thigh and Backseat Blondie is actually sniffing me. "The Hilton there."
"You smell good," Blondie says, leaning into me.
"Uh, thanks... I'm Wade, by the way," I say a little lamely, still trying to wrap my head around what's actually going on. Brunette's hand is creeping higher on my thigh and now Blondie is touching her too.
"Cindy," Blondie says, introducing herself in a husky tone, leaning into me, her breasts pressing against my arm. Yup, nice and soft.
"Emma." That's the brunette on my other side.
"Meg." The redhead in the passenger seat half-turns to give me a sultry smile.
"And I'm Beth," says the blonde driver.
"So Wade," Cindy says breathlessly, as Emma's hand slides even higher, just brushing the underside of my balls and making my jaw clench. My cock is completely hard now and I'm pretty sure they both know it. "Don't you want to know why we picked you up?"
"I was wondering, yes," I answer carefully, praying that this wasn't the intersection I would look back at right before I died as being the choice where it had all gone wrong and cursing my own stupidity.
"Well, we had a bet and well..." Cindy giggles, her cheeks heating to an attractive pink. "Short story, we'd like to go back to your hotel room and um, do whatever you'd like for the rest of the night."
"We, being?" I ask, a little faintly.
Holy fuck! This really is like a porno! Maybe those writers weren't as off base as I'd thought.
"Her and me," Emma says, also giggling nervously. Her hand slides up higher, resting on my cock and she squeezes as I make a strangled sound.
"We're just along for the ride, so to speak, and to make sure they follow through," Meg offers from the front seat. She twists around, giving me a little wink. "Although, you're pretty cute and I'm not adverse to joining in if it looks like fun."
