the big move

[talkingbunny]

I first met Alison in 7th grade. She was awesome with her English accent and blonde hair and natural beauty. We were good friends throughout high school as she dated one of my friends and then we went to beachweek together as our last hurrah before adulthood.

I always felt she was quite out my league so I was very surprised to get a call from her just before my 21st birthday. She was in Richmond and needed help moving to Tampa, a 14 hour drive. She knew I had a full size Chevy truck and said she'd do anything if I'd rent a trailer and help and of course she'd pay for full and rentals. I said,"Anything?.." kind of dragging it out playfully joking. She said," Accept that." I said I was kidding and if she'd pay for gas and rental and a few burgers along the way, she had a deal. I had no way of knowing how much change had occured for her in life but I was in for a treat.I had the trailer and I drove to her apartment and met her new friends Sheryl and Marcia. Within a couple of hours, it was obvious Sheryl and Alison had some relationship as Alison often said "yes, mistress Sheryl" to her many simple commands or requests. Marcia was a dark haired beauty and unusually strong. I would find out why much later.
Sheryl told me that we had to take her piano and a few other things west to Roanoke to leave at her parents house before the big move south. I was a little ticked off but Sheryl was a stunning red head who was also being very nice to me and so sorry Alison had forgotten to tell me about this side trip. She even had Alison give me a huge french kiss and apologize. I would have protested but I always had a crush on Alison, so why not?
Alison finished the kiss and then kissed Sheryl's bare feet and Sheryl said it was time to get cleaned up so she and Alison went into the bedroom while Marcia and I had a lunch and went over the directions to Roanoke. I should note that at this part of the story, things were taking place outside of my knowledge but I will descibe them as best I can as they were explained to me later in the big moving trip.
Sheryl took Alison into her room and began sucking her beautiful tits while slowly running her fingers along her slit. Six months ago, Sheryl had Alison begin taking a new birth control pill that caused her to lactate, usually about a half to full cup a day in each breast.
Sheryl gave Alison several minutes of blissfull relief from the pressure in her breasts, which I had noticed were now solidly in the D realm. I was too polite to mention it of course, but I was happy as hell every time she gratefully hugged me for helping her.
Sheryl finally slid her entire hand into Alison's cunt and slid in upto her wrist. She brought her about to full orgasm after several minutes of pumping in and out, in and out. They went into the shower and Sheryl ordered Alison to her knees to suck up her pee as she let it pour out of her beautiful red haired honey hole. They got cleaned up and Sheryl gave Alison her instructions for riding with me to Roanoke, everything from what to wear and how to act.
Alison wouldn't be wearing any underware of any type and she would only be allowed to wear one of 2 skirts, both were short but certainly not ridiculous and a vest that simply couldn't keep her luscious boobs contained. This dress code was to be enforced until we were all in Tampa.
Her other orders were to stay with me the entire time and make sure I was very happy, only no fucking. We were to spend the night together as Sheryl and Marcia drove on to Roanoke at night and we would follow in the morning. Alison was ordered to expose herself early in the trip and explain her relationship with Sheryl and get my acceptance of their terms on the trip.
I had no idea about this so I was surprised as both Sheryl and Marcia both kissed and hugged me to death as they got ready to leave. They really seemed to be ready to jump to very happy bones but they both winked and blew kisses as they sped off into the night.
Alison and I went back into the apartment and she made a nice meal and invited me to sleep next to her in the only bed. I was so tired, I really didn't think much of it as I just wanted to get some rest. Alison came out the bathroom in her Sheryl approved sleepshirt, very short and a bit loose. We fell asleep apart but woke up spooning and she smelled so nice that morning as I tried to get my boner out of her asscrack.
OK, I'm going to stop this chapter here as I have previewed it and it looks like hell. I have been indenting paragraphs with the space bar( at least 25 times) and wtf!? If this story has caught your interest and you can tell me how to properly indent without calling me cruel names, I will gladly finish to tale of the trip to Tampa.