Fragments of the preceding evening crept into Missy’s consciousness as lucidity ebbed and flowed.  While she lay there reconnecting with reality, blurry, distorted scenes that she could hardly make sense of began to piece together.  She was too plastered to recall her current circumstances, but could remember everything began with the shots she threw back after her set.  There was something to celebrate earlier…  A birthday, maybe?  If so, she couldn’t remember whose.  Not like it mattered.  Excuses were nice, but she never needed a reason to get shitfaced while on the road.

The road…

That’s where she was; this had to be her band’s tour bus.  That was the only thing that could explain the sweltering heat and that nauseating sense of being in motion thanks to the wheels managing to find every bump along the road.  As her full senses struggled to return, she realized there was something else going on that her brain was too foggy to grasp.  She huffed.  Her pounding head lolled to the side.  Her body buzzed.  It felt oddly good, but so heavy.  It was more than just a drunken, sluggish body.  She couldn’t even roll over.  It felt like she was pinned down… 

She was pinned down.

Panic flared to life in her chest when she registered the unmistakably intimate feel of skin on sticky skin and the weight of another.  Wherever she was, she wasn’t alone.  Eyes shot open, but all she saw around her was masked by night.  The faintest sliver of passing streetlights peeking through the broken blinds weren’t enough for her to make sense of her surroundings.  She gasped and tensed.  The head that had been pressed into the pillow beside hers raised then hovered above hers, just as startled. 

“Whoa.  Shh, shush…  Hey.  Hey, jus’ me…  Still me, Miss.”

Ropes of hair curtained either side of her face as he spoke to her, further obscuring her vision.  While he froze to whisper a string of slurred reassurance, the movement of the vehicle caused them to sway, inadvertently caressing her face and proving to comfort her more than his words.  She recognized who those dreads were attached to before recognizing the voice.  She remembered now who she had been with since the very first drink, who she clung to as she downed more and more, and who told her it was time to slow down even as she belligerently protested.  The faint recollection of stumbling into the bus with his help, tumbling onto the cot in the back, and yanking him down with her caused a sigh to escape her in the form of his name.

“Pickles…”

Soft humming paired with the familiar sensation of bristly facial hair tickling her jawline as lips smooshed against her cheek to confirm this.  In jest, she grimaced at the hot, open-mouthed kiss, lazily reaching up to wipe it away with the back of her wrist before letting her arm fall back onto the pillow above her head.

“Dozin’ off’n me, hm?  Wanna stop?”

There was a delay between Missy hearing his question and understanding it, long enough to make Pickles begin to pull out.  A quiet whine left her and she shook her head, wordlessly begging him to continue what they had started earlier... What she had begged and insisted on him staying on her bus with her to accomplish.  A huff of amusement was heard in response before his forehead then rested against her own, soaking her brow with his perspiration.

“Alright, fine.  Needy li’l...”

His teasing mumbles were hardly audible over the rhythmic, sloppy smacks when he began rutting into her again.  There was no telling how long they had been at this, but it had been long enough to make a mess.  The satin sheets beneath her were thoroughly soaked and clinging to her skin.  Her thighs were coated, and only getting slicker.  Beads of sweat rolled off the tip of his nose and dripped onto hers.  In the faintest amount of light that occasionally seeped into the muggy space that they occupied, their bodies glistened with the sheen of his efforts.

Her mind blanked again, ridding itself of everything but how good she felt in that moment.  She had no choice but to be further intoxicated by scent of liquor and smoke lingering on the hot breath that breezed past his parted lips with each pant of exertion.  It still wasn’t enough for her.  With what felt like all her strength, she tossed the arm that lay beside her head over his shoulder in an effort to pull him closer still.  He didn’t fight it, succumbing to the guidance of her hand on his neck to lower his mouth onto hers. 

Missy’s lips greedily caught his and deepened the kiss.  Her mouth had been so dry, but she didn’t recognize herself as parched until she got the chance to savor him.  The taste of his kiss was the most divine thing in the world.  Heady, and slightly metallic from the piercing adorning the tongue that plundered her mouth...  There was a hint of sweetness too, a sugary taste that she didn't care enough to identify.  Even as her mouth began to water for more as they gratuitously swapped spit, it did little to quench her thirst for him.

Things got progressively hot and heavy.  Each haphazard roll of his hips against hers caused moans to rise out of her throat only to be muffled against his lips.  The pleasure was overwhelming.  All the sensations surrounding her came to a peak.  Moisture welled in her eyes, rolling out the corners as she cried out in ecstasy and clutched him tighter.  Her cunt gushed around him, making a bigger mess as he continued to fuck her hard through her orgasm.  His hips stilled during the final waves of her climax, causing him to empty inside of her. 

Even on the moving bus that chugged along to their next destination, the night around them felt still as they both came down.  Their kisses had slowed from hungry and ferocious, to soft and gentle until lips only lingered against one another’s as they drew steady breaths.  Milky cum soon dribbled out as his erection softened, pooling with her own release in a puddle beneath her that was rapidly cooling in spite of the body heat still surrounding them.  It wasn't pleasant, but Missy knew she was too far gone tonight to even bother trying to clean up.  She half-hoped he had the same idea, seeing as he didn’t seem like he was in any rush for this moment to end.  She cherished the heat of his body being so close, the tenderness of his lips trembling against hers, and the comfort of his touch enveloping her.

All too soon, Pickles broke away, but not before stealing one final deep kiss.  A silvery string of saliva bridged between them as he lifted his head, pausing to meet her eyes.  Her heart fluttered in her chest when a well-timed streetlight illuminated his features.  Even after such a rough night, even with his dreads disheveled, his face flushed, and his eyes just as droopy and bloodshot as her own, she found him so irresistibly handsome.  He mumbled something to her as he brushed her damp bangs away from her face, something she almost didn’t make out… Something about a birthday.  Her eyelids grew heavy and she fought to keep them open to appreciate the sight above her.

A birthday…

Damn.  It was her birthday, wasn’t it?  She couldn’t help but let out a sleepy laugh.  This had to be the best damn one she’d ever had.  She only hoped she remembered it in the morning.