honestly this was so much fun to write!
warren + alex + “somehow a ride to walgreens turned into a threesome”
Before you had made the journey to your parent’s house for the week, you bet your sweet ass you gave the boys a stern talk about keeping it in their pants for the week. Your parents were already weary about you being in this relationship, and the last thing they needed was to walk in on their daughter getting fucked by not one — but two men.
They were surprisingly non-defiant when it came to the sleeping arrangements. They were to sleep in the spare bedroom, whilst you slept upstairs in your childhood bedroom. (That didn’t stop the sexting, though!)
There were times in which the boys tried to corner you late at night to get their fix of their girl, but were quickly shoved out of your room. (“If you ask again, you’re both on the couch for a week when we get home!”)
Today is the day of your sisters birthday party, which was the original reason you all had come down for the week. Setting up the party was the easy part, but there was only one thing forgotten — birthday candles! Your mom was quick to send you to the nearest store with five dollars in hand, and your boyfriends quickly following.
“I don’t understand why you both had to come,” You complain in the store, scanning the shelves for what you needed. “This is clearly a one-person job.”
“Because babe,” Warren concedes, wrapping his arms around your waist, as you find the candles. “We need some alone time with our girl without her parents breathing down our necks.”
“I second that,” Alex adds, furrowing his brow as he scans the aisle, linking his hand with yours. “I love your family, but I love you more.”
“You guys are so clingy.” You laugh lightly, snaking your way out of Warren’s grip, and starting towards the self checkout. “C’mon, we gotta get going. They’re going to get suspicious, if we’re gone too long.”
Warren and Alex just shake their heads out of amusement, following you towards the self checkout. When you go to scan the candles, you nearly choke on air when you see what Alex snuck into the basket.
“Condoms?! Really?!” You admonish, shaking the box in the air, as Alex just chuckles mischievously. “That’s why you wanted to come? God, you’re both assholes.”
“What? We were out!” Alex defends, holding his hands up innocently. “I’m sure your parents don’t want to be grandparents anytime soon, am I wrong?”
Warren tries to stifle a giggle by biting his lower lip, but ultimately fails as you sigh in defeat; scanning the item and throwing it in the plastic bag. You flip them off when you can hear them high five, and throw the bag towards Warren; starting your walk out to the car.
As you’re bending over to climb into the backseat, you yelp in surprise when you feel Alex’s hand on your ass. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, only to see a shit-eating grin on his face as he climbs in after you. Warren looks around at the pretty vacant parking lot, before he climbs in after Alex.
“No no no, we are not having sex in a Walgreens parking lot,” You begin to protest, as Warren slams the door shut, as Alex situates you in between them. Alex’s lips are hot on your neck as Warren’s hands are working at your jeans, all the while you feel the temperature rising.
“C’mon baby girl,” Alex hums against your neck, moving one of your hands to his hardening bulge. “We’ll make it quick.”
“Yeah, we’ll make it quick,” Warren repeats, nudging your panty-clad sex with his fingers. “We just wanna take care of our princess.”
You want to kick them off of you and make them walk home, but let’s be real — you really do miss their touch, even though it’s been just shy of a week. So just this once, you shut your mouth, and let the boys work you over.
The boys stood by their statement — it was not even fifteen minutes, and you still managed to cum more than once.
So as Alex begins to pull out of the parking lot, your phone vibrates, indicating a message from your sister.
FYI, shopping for candles doesn’t take longer than ten minutes, little sis.
You can’t help but to laugh out loud, reading it to the boys; who were quickly blushing. You quickly type back a message, feeling the embarrassment flood through your veins.
Somehow a ride to Walgreens turned into a threesome.
It doesn’t take more than a minute for her to reply.
And Mom thought I was the problem child!
