Me, Jon, and Mike were besties in college. The two of them were roommates and I used to hang out in their suite all the time. I even crashed on their couch sometimes when we smoked too much weed.
Jon was the one who came up with the idea of going to Comic-Con. It was the year before the first
Matrix
sequel, and he'd heard rumors that Carrie-Anne Moss was going to be at the con. Since he and Mike were both majorly in lust with Trinity, they had to go see her in person. Otherwise, their dicks would fall off or something.
The only problem was how to get there, because we were in Houston and Comic-Con was in San Diego. The only friend of ours with a car that could make the trip was Moose. Moose was a jock, but he was still cool. He was also a serious stoner, and he agreed to drive us to California for a baggie of pot.
One week before the con, we set out in Moose's old Honda Accord. We quickly discovered the flaw in our plan. Although his car was roadworthy, the air conditioning was shit and we were driving across west Texas in the middle of summer. Even with all the windows cranked down it was like an oven. We could barely hear each other over the roar of the wind. My long hair kept getting whipped around so eventually I pulled it back in a messy ponytail where it stayed for the rest of the trip.
The first day we made it to New Mexico. To save money we camped at a national park, spreading our sleeping bags on the bare ground among the sagebrush. Even after the sun went down it was still wicked hot, not a breath of wind. We slept out under the stars, sweating into our clothes.
In the morning when I went off by myself to pee, I used the opportunity to take my sweaty bra off. I was so tiny up top I didn't need it anyway, and I was much cooler without it. It was kind of weird helping the guys pack up the car with my braless titties poking out through my thin tee shirt, but if they noticed anything they were gentlemanly enough not to comment.
Breakfast was a can of Mountain Dew from the park gift shop and some peanut butter crackers wrapped in cellophane. I also bought a plastic brontosaurus who I nicknamed "Neo." Neo became out mascot for the rest of the roadtrip. He rode on the dashboard up front, staring out through the cracked windshield at the desolate highway.
The next day was a replay of the first. Eight hours crammed in the back seat of a sweltering car while Moose blasted his Beastie Boys mix tape.
By the the time the sun was going down, we had had enough. Mike spotted a sign for a Motel Six and pleaded with Moose to pull over so we wouldn't have to spend another night out in the heat. Jon grudgingly agreed, but insisted we share a single room to keep saving money. The motel air conditioning was pretty crappy, but it was still better than sleeping in the desert. More importantly, they had a pool! We dumped all our stuff in the room and went to check it out.
It wasn't much of a pool--just a fenced-in wedge of greenish water next to the parking lot, but the water was cool, and we had it all to ourselves. I took off my high-tops and dangled my bare feet in the deep end. It felt like heaven.
Suddenly, the guys started stripping their clothes off. Before I knew what was happening, they were down to their socks and undies. Bear in mind that while I wasn't a complete innocent, my experience with naked boys was pretty limited, especially
these
boys. These weren't random bros I might let grope me at a party. These were my
besties
. I had never seen them without their pants before, or even fantasized about them that way.
Now, all of sudden they were
naked
, and their dicks were
right there
. I must have been staring because Mike cupped his hands over his crotch and Jon tried to laugh it off: "C'mon, Sam. Don't be such a
girl
. It's just that that none of us have swimsuits and we want to cool off!"
The thing is, I
was
a girl, even if they were accustomed to treating me as one of the guys. I suppose I should have been flattered that they felt comfortable stripping down in front of me.
Since they had told me it was okay to look, I went ahead and
looked
. Moose had the best body. You could really tell he worked out. His cock was thicker than the other guys, and uncut. I'd never seen that before, even in pictures.
Jon's cock was long and skinny and curved to the right. Mike's dick was the smallest but he was really hairy. I could barely see his thing among his dense thicket of crotch hair.
With a whoop, Moose sprinted past me and did a cannonball into the pool, splashing water all over me. I let out a shriek, which I supposed was kind of a girly thing do. When he surfaced his muscular torso was plastered all over with wet leaves. Pool maintenance was apparently a low priority at Motel Six.
There was a pole with a skimmer on the end hanging from the fence, so when Jon and Mike joined Moose in the water, I started cleaning the pool. My bare feet left wet footprints on the warm cement as I circled around, scooping up leaves. The water looked so inviting. I wanted to get in too, but I didn't have a suit either.
I contemplated jumping in with my clothes on, but the thought of riding the rest of the way to San Diego in damp clothes stopped me.
"Fuck it," I muttered. "Don't be a girl."
The guys had been ignoring me, laughing and splashing and shoving each other, but as soon as I starting taking my clothes off, they stopped and watched.
I already wasn't wearing a bra, so when I stripped off my sweaty tee shirt, my tiny little tits were totally exposed. Despite the heat, my nipples were standing straight up, hard and eager. Seeing the guys naked had gotten me kind of turned on.
Next were my shorts and my panties. I glanced around nervously to make sure we really were alone. Luckily the parking lot was deserted, but if anybody had pulled up right then, they would have had a perfect view of my bony butt as I dropped my shorts.
I did give the guys a perfect view of my pussy though. I was almost as hairy as Mike was, but unlike his jungle, my bush was trimmed into a tidy little wedge.
Jon gave a low whistle. "Holy shit, dude. "I had no idea you were so cute."
Cute! I hated being called cute!
I took a running start and did a cannonball of my own right next to them, totally soaking them.
When I came up, I started splashing and shoving, roughhousing the way they'd been doing. I'm pretty strong for a girl--quick and wiry. But guys--even nerdy guys--have real biceps that could easily overpower my toothpick arms. I quickly found my wrists pinned together, and my head dunked underwater.
Their hands were all over me, grabbing at my tits and squeezing my nipples. They even groped between my legs.
Holy shit! So much for being one of the guys.
