A Ride in the Dark

Andy enjoys a ride through the darkness of the dunes with Vanessa more than he expected.

TW: Mild Sexual Content

The less-than-sober adults giggled with excitement, eager to pile into the suburban for an adventure in the sand dunes. Andy clambered into the back row with two other young men, with no space to even buckle the seat belts. Vic flipped the seat back into place for the second row to be occupied. More young adults piled in and started to clamber up to stack two to three piling on each other. Vic shut the barn doors in the back after Alice and John climbed in.

Vanessa’s head popped in through the open door and her face fell in disappointment. “I was hoping to get in the back row, any room for one more?”

Sean opened his mouth to protest but Andy spoke up, “Only if you’re willing to sit on one of our laps. I’ve got room.”

“Deal!” Vanessa climbed over Todd and Alex, making them hiss and grumble, but she ignored them. For a brief moment, her face hovered an inch in front of Andy’s as she perched precariously on the back of the second row, then she righted herself and her butt replaced her face.

Andy stared wide-eyed and mentally told himself, “Pure thoughts. Pure thoughts. Pure thoughts.”

She lowered her body on him, using the ‘oh shit’ handle to distribute her weight. She smirked over her shoulder at him. “Thanks, I didn’t want to be the one on the bottom.”

“No problem,” he said, forcing himself to try to ignore the way his body ached to shove through his jeans and her shorts. He closed his eyes, tried to steady his breathing, tried to disregard the way her body settled against his.

Vic climbed into the driver’s seat as the last two occupants clambered into the front passenger seat. He shouted out, “Nineteen, I think that’s our new record.” They all hooted and hollered, celebrating their claim to fame.

Moments after he shut the door, the lights blinked out and the darkness of the dunes crept in. The suburban roared to life with a turn of the key. Vic called out, “And we’re off.”

The hard-packed dirt between their campsite and the soft sand of the dunes turned the vehicle into a jostling, bouncing pony with kids being bounced all over the place. Vanessa’s hips flew into the air and against his pelvic bone and he wanted to steady her but he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

“I, uh, um, don’t know what to do with my hands,” he admitted.

A low chuckle escaped her as she bounced into the air again. “Well, you could hold me, be my human seat belt.”

Andy held his hands over her hips, his chest tightening at the thought of touching her. Then he lowered his limbs and stiffened when his fingertips brushed the bare skin of her thighs. He pressed tighter and pinned her against him. A groan slipped out of him as his jeans pinched uncomfortably tight.

Vanessa cast him a strange look over her shoulder and at the next sharp jostle, she wiggled against him intentionally, sliding her hips against his and causing his fingers to hook the edge of her shorts. Her free hand lowered to his left knee, bracing herself tighter against him.

The next jostle made them both gasp and her hand gripped his knee tighter.

Her heat scorched him through the fabric. He wanted the material to burn away, leaving nothing but bared skin and moist warmth to envelop him. Her hips rotated against him, slow rubs between brutal road thrusts.

He couldn’t take it.

He closed his eyes and laid his head back, bouncing his skull off the back of the seat but he didn’t really notice. Her body slid against his, pushing him closer to the edge.

They reached the lip of the first dune and Vic held the suburban there for just a moment, the headlights launching into the sky and then revealing the plunge. They all squealed as one right as he turned the sandy structure into a roller coaster.

All of a sudden, both Vanessa's and Andy’s hands pressed against the back of the seat in front of them, trying to stop the descent. His body jammed awkwardly into her cheeks. Just as quickly as they floated forward, they hit the bottom of the dunes, and she slammed back against him.

His mouth pressed into the skin of her shoulder, tasting the spaghetti strap of her shoulder. He wanted to sink into the growing waves in his dick, ride the release begging for freedom. The suburban climbed up the next dune and she rubbed with more intensity. His fingers clutched again at her shorts, so tight, he felt like he was trying to tug them down. Gawd, he wanted in so bad.

The SUV dropped over the edge of the next dune and giggling squeals filled the interior again. His body betrayed him and he tried to pin her hips in place, trying to stop her from sliding against him until he could regain control.

But she knew. And still, her heat rubbed across his groin.

His fingers dug into her skin. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on pure thoughts, pure thoughts, but a grunt escaped him as his willpower shattered. He thrust sharply against her persistent rubbing, a spurt of hot fire soaking through his boxers and jeans.

When he opened his eyes, she didn’t glance back at him but he could see the satisfied smirk on her lips. Matt, one of the other duners sitting beside him, jabbed him with his elbow.

The man mouthed at him. “Really? What the fuck?!”

Andy grinned and shrugged his shoulders. He was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

They reached the last big dune before the stretch of desert marking the path to Competition Hill. Vic braked and they all slammed forward, giggling and trying to keep their precarious balance.

“Shall we go lightless?” he called out.

“Do it,” they roared in response.

Andy hooked an arm around Vanessa’s waist, turning himself into her safety net, and he braced his feet against the seat in front of him. This was usually his favorite part though she’d certainly changed his mind on what was the best part of the journey.

Vic flicked the lights off and let them absorb the drop before them, bathed in shadows and highlights from the full moon. Breathless excitement surged through the SUV right before he took his foot off the brake.

Andy’s body went weightless for a few moments as they cusped over the lip. They slammed back to the earth. He used his thighs to cushion Vanessa’s descent, saving his goodies by mere milliseconds. Her blonde ponytail tickled his nose, accompanied by her laughter.

He would never turn down a ride at night if Vanessa was going ever again.