“Why haven’t you ever hit on me?”

Her words caught me completely off guard. Chloé and I were both juniors at the university. We met in high school, and our families were close friends. We’ve always been more like cousins, but never kissing cousins. Chloé is a gorgeous blonde. She’s very social and outgoing. She’s the girl every other girl wants to be friends with and every guy wants to fuck. She has her pick of both.

My friendship with Chloé has always been platonic. I’m okay with that. I’m confident in who I am. I have my share of friends and dates. Unlike Chloé, I am pretty much average in every way. That created safety for our friendship. Being out of her league, there are no expectations to complicate or risk our friendship.

She texted me the night before to see if she could catch a ride to campus. Her apartment complex was about half a mile from mine and on my way to the university. She jumped in the car wearing a sundress. Knowing her preference, I opened the large sunroof. The sun was bright. I pulled onto the freeway. We immediately hit the morning rush hour, which was typical. We planned enough time for that to get to our classes on time.  

The conversation started with our usual small talk. It was always very comfortable. We barely noticed that traffic slowed to a crawl until it came to a complete stop. I opened my GPS app and saw red lines in every direction because of an accident up ahead. Traffic moved painfully slow. We were in the middle lane with nowhere and no options to go. There was no way we were going to make our classes on time. She dropped the question after ten minutes, trapped in the middle lane.

“Why haven’t you ever hit on me?”

“What?” I asked in complete surprise.

She turned her body and leaned against the passenger side door with her body facing me, letting the shoulder strap of her sundress drop off. “I’ve just wondered all these years,” she said, batting her eyes. “Do you think I’m attractive?”

“You’re gorgeous,” I answered honestly.

“Why haven’t you hit on me?”

“I mean, honestly, I’m me, and well, you’re you!”

Her left hand reached across her chest and pushed her right shoulder strap off her shoulder.

“So, you think I’m attractive, but you didn’t think you had a chance?” she asked sincerely.

“Definitely,” I answered. “But I also value our friendship,” I added. “I’m glad for it.”

“That’s the thing,” she said, shifting herself back into her seat, but moving closer to the center console. “We’re such good friends. You’ve always been there for me. You and I can talk about anything. It’s always so easy and natural.”

“That’s true,” I said. “I love that, Chloé.”

“All these other guys hit on me, flirt with me, date me for one reason. I never have conversations with them like we have,” she pouted. She pulled the bottom of her skirt up, showing more of her tanned legs, caressing them with her right hand. “None of them know me or even want to like you do,” she added.

“That sucks,” I said. “You’ll find someone,” I reassured. “You’re smart. You’re kind. You need someone who can be emotionally engaged and meet you with your intelligence.”

Chloé reached her left hand over the console and onto my leg, sliding it down the inside of my thigh. “Thank you,” she said. “See? That’s what I mean.”

“What are you doing?” I asked, trapped in my seatbelt, in my car, in this traffic with nowhere to go.

“I’m attracted to you, too,” she said. Her long fingers moved up my inner thigh until she found what she was looking for. Her fingers took hold of my shaft through my pants, squeezing it.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.

“It’s just so easy with you,” she said as her hot pink manicured fingernails began to rake my cock through my pants.

My cock grew involuntarily.

“See?,“ she said. “You like the idea.” Her hand stroked my cock over my pants more firmly. She pulled the front of her dress down, exposing her naked tits and rising nipples.

“Chloé, we’re stuck in the middle of traffic,” I attempted to argue. She couldn't know how many times I had fantasized over the years about her touch, and what it would be like to be with her.

“Exactly,” she answered, looking up at me with her beautiful smile. “Might as well make the most of it, right?”

“Oh, fuck, Chloé,” all too quickly. “I’m getting close.” I squirmed in my seat. The growing climax was intense. “Please stop. I can’t cum in my pants.” 

“That’s true,” she said. “I won’t make you cum in your pants.”

I took a deep breath of relief, relaxing in my seat.

Her hand nimbly reached up and opened the front of my pants in just seconds. She reached in and pulled out my throbbing cock.

“Wait!” I said, looking around at the cars around us. They were looking at us, trapped with nothing else for them to do either.

Chloé lifted her body over the console and put her face in my lap. She purposely pulled her dress up, exposing her ass to me and all the cars in the line of sight. She boldly took the bulbous head of my cock between her lips, slowly licking it with her tongue.

I moaned. “Oh fuck, Chloé.”

She lifted her face and looked up at me with her wide eyes. “I’ve dreamed of this for years,” she confessed. She lowered her head again, this time, swallowing the entire length of my cock down her throat. Her tongue circled my cock as she made her descent. She pulled up, sucking so hard that it made a pop as she pulled off me. She looked up again and said, “I’m taking every drop.”

I moved my hand onto her back and down her ass, gripping her left cheek in my strong hand.

She moaned as she took my cock again into the wet warmth of her mouth. She sucked my cock in broad daylight in the middle of traffic in a way beyond anything I had ever experienced.

“Oh fuck, Chloé. I’m going to cum!”

She didn’t slow down. I was helpless to her masterful oral skills. She swallowed the entire length again, hitting the back of her hungry throat.  My climax erupted like a geyser down her throat. She resolutely held herself in place as waves of thick cum poured down her throat like molasses. She gagged but kept herself there, mixing my cum with her sloppy saliva, determined to drain me completely.

My head spun, dizzy from the force of the climax. I was completely speechless by what just happened.

Chloé pulled herself off me, licking her lips, attempting to recapture a stream of white gold escaping down her chin until it fell onto her naked breast. She reached down with her long index finger, scooped it up, and licked her finger clean. She locked her wide eyes with mine, slowly pulled her finger from her mouth, and smiled. She slid back into her passenger seat with a satisfied look.

There was an electric, awkward silence as cars began to move again at their normal rush hour speed. I looked over at her.

She reciprocated with a satisfied smile. “You’re in the driver’s seat for what happens next,” she said. “If you want me, I’m all yours.”