ROOM TWELVE

The last weekend of the month belonged to the open road.

Kevin drove the jeep with one hand on the steering the other thumbing to whatever playlist Stacy and Emerald sang along to at the back. They've been doing this since sophomore year, snacks, zero destination, just the three of them and the promise of something new.

“We need to stop for gas,” Kevin called over the music.

The road was lonely but smooth, a station appeared ahead, neon flickering against the dusk. He pulled in, parked by the pumps.

Stacy spotted it first. “What's that store over there?”

Emerald leaned forward against the seats, eyes lightening up. “Let's check it out”

The bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside. Dim red lights, black velvet curtains sectioning off corners, shelves packed with everything forbidden and fun.

“A sex shop?” Kevin grinned, “now this trip keeps getting interesting.”

Stacy wandered towards a wall of dildos in colors and sizes. Emerald joined her both last on the dildo shelf. Emerald picked up a thick veined one and held it appreciatively.

“This one would stretch you so good,” Emerald murmured, voice low and teasing.

Stacy flushed but didn't look away. “You think you could take the bigger one?”

Emerald's smile was pure mischief. “I've taken it bigger.”

Kevin pretended to study a display of flavored lube nearby but his ears were tuned to every word. They drifted deeper into the store, laughing and daring each other to touch things. Then Emerald stopped dead in front of a shelf of strap-ons.

Her fingers closed around a monster easily ten inches, thick, realistic veins running its length, black leather harness. She glanced at Stacy, eyes gleaming.

Without a word they carried it to the counter together. Kevin was still browsing; they paid quickly and slipped the discreet black bag into Emerald's tote before he turned around.

Back on the road, the air felt different

“We'll crash at the next decent place.” Kevin informed me.

A vacancy sign for a motel appeared up ahead.

“Seems decent enough." Stacy suggested quickly.

Their receptionist was a bored older woman who barely looked up. “Only one room left. King size.”

“We'll take it.” Emerald uttered.

Room twelve smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and cheap cleaner. One bed, one worn out couch, one mirror that took up half the wall.

Emerald flopped onto the bed as she lit up her cigarette as she watched and listened to Kevin and Stacy's bickering about who got the shower first. Stacy couldn't take anymore and she laid hard on the bed right beside Emerald.

Kevin laughed hard, “tapping out already?”

The laughter faded into a comfortable quiet. Kevin lit his own cigarette and closed his eyes.

Emerald and Stacy's eyes met, Emerald took a slow drag, then turned to Stacy and exhaled softly inside her mouth. Stacy coughed, eyes watering but she didn't pull away.

Emerald stubbed the cigarette out and rose to the bed, signaling Stacy, she mirrored her, heart hammering. Their kids started gently. Lips brushing and tasting. Then Emerald deepened it, tongue sliding in, tasting smoke and desire. Stacy moaned quietly.

Emerald began to work Stacy's button one by one. Shirt parted, bra exposed. In one swift motion she pulled her shirt, slid out of her shorts and panties until she stood unashamed and bare.

Kevin’s eyes were open, watching from the edge of the bed.

Emerald guided Stacy's hand to her breasts arching into the touch, then she spread her thighs slightly in clear invitation. Kevin didn't need more; he moved between Emerald’s legs, his hands spreading her open even more. His tongue flicked over her clit once, twice; Emerald gasped into Stacy's mouth. Stacy's shirt and bra vanished into the haze. Soon all three were naked under the cheap motel light.

Stacy and Emerald exchanged silent and conspiracy glances. Together they turned to stare at Kevin, hands placed on his shoulder, guiding him to lay on his back. His cock stood hard and read. Stacy wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it slowly. Emerald leaned in, twirling her tongue over the head while Stacy pumped the shaft.

They took turns - lips meeting around him, tongue tangling, eyes locked on each other as much as on them.

Kevin groaned, hips lifting.

Stacy climbed up first to his face. Emerald sank onto his cock with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. . The room filled with wet sounds, muffled moans, the creak of springs.

Stacy ground against Kevin's eager mouth, hands reaching forward to cup Emerald's breasts. Emerald leaned in, their mouths meeting above Kevin's chest in a messy desperate kiss.

The air smelt of sweat, sex and possibility.