With Alyson and Amanda “AJ” Michalka
Written by TPG
CODES: MF, BJ, voy, interracial, squirt
DISCLAIMER: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only
I should have known from the moment Alyson called that something was wrong. She had phoned me in the middle of the night from the East Coast to ask me if I’d “rescue” her 20-year-old sister in Las Vegas and escort her back to LA.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I mumbled half asleep. “It’s like 4am right now.”
“Please. Pretty please.” my girlfriend whined through the phone.
“Why doesn’t AJ just fly back to Los Angeles like every other normal human being?” I quipped rhetorically, recalling her phobia to fly.
Funnily enough her “symptoms” seemed to dissipate if and when her sister accompanied her on their cross country flights, but as it was Alyson and her family were visiting relatives in upstate New York while Amanda was now alone and stranded in Las Vegas, and a total wreck.
As it turned out, she had apparently hooked up with some guy she meet in a club who had swept her off her feet and convinced her to spend a dirty weekend away with him in Sin City, only for his true colors to soon emerge and the entire trip to turn ugly.
“Babe, please.” Alyson urged. “She was balling her eyes out over the phone and its breaking my mom’s heart.”
“So what do you want me to do about it?”
“Please go get her.” Alyson begged. “Do it for me, please?”
“You realize it’s an eight hour round trip, right?”
“I love you so much.” was Aly’s only retort. “I promise to make it up to you when I get back to LA, I swear.”
With that said, I hung up the phone and called Amanda to find out exactly where she was and where we would meet.
Six hours later I finally pulled up outside AJ’s motel room to pick her up and pack her suitcase into my truck before we found ourselves out on the open road speeding through the desert and heading back towards Los Angeles.
As the misfit of the family, Amanda had always leveraged shock value to get attention from her older sister so she was notoriously out spoken and usually dressed inappropriately, as was the case that day.
As soon as we passed the city limits she asked me if it was okay for her to change from her “vacation” clothes to something more travel friendly. I told her that it was not a problem and I would be happy to stop at the next rest stop, but she claimed I didn’t have to do that and quickly stripped beside me.
There I watched as she flipped her t-shirt right over her head and offered me a great view of her tight white bikini top which seemed to barely encase two of the firmest set of jiggling tits I had ever seen.
Amanda reached around and grabbed her tank top from her backpack and slipped it on, which now did a great job of framing her ample cleavage and showcasing her hard abdomen.
She then wiggled out of her pants and I noticed that she wore a matching white thong bikini beneath. She then pulled on some loose fitting denim cut offs and grinned smugly to herself when she caught me leering.
“Do you like it?”
“Huh? What?” I stammered.
“My belly ring.” she asked, as she lay back to display it for me. “I just got it a few days ago. ”
“What does your sister think?”
“Ugh. Don’t ask. She thinks it looks trashy.”
“But doesn’t she have the exact same thing?”
We both laughed.
“Hey, she’s your girlfriend.”
“Hey, she’s your sister.”
A minute later there was an awkward silence in the car as AJ proceeded to channel surf the radio stations and couldn’t decide on what she wanted to listen to. Finally after a few minutes she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and huffed.
“This is going to be a long drive home.”
“You don’t say.” I quipped. “Try doing it by yourself.”
“How about we play a game?”
“Sure, I guess?” I replied. “What did you have in mind?”
“I dunno.” she shrugged. “How about Truth or Dare?”
Even as she made the suggestion she said it with a hint of trepidation.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
AJ giggled and said with mock confidence, “Yeah. I’m sure. Unless you’re too chicken to play?”
“You’re on.” I grinned. “So be it. Let’s play.”
“Hmm. Okay, I’ll start.” she quipped. “I’ll pick, Truth.”
I paused for a moment to think of what to ask her – since she seemed so eager for me to question her – and then looked over at her sexy ensemble.
“Tell me where you got that fantastic bikini from.”
“Oh, you like it?” she beamed widely and then continued. “I stole it from my sister. She’d kill me if she ever found out.”
I had to laugh.
“I knew it looked familiar.”
Amanda then went on to explain how she had convinced her sister to buy several bikinis and lingerie the last time they had shopped at Victoria’s Secret, but since Alyson rarely wore any of the garments she decided to “borrow” them for a few days, hoping Aly wouldn’t notice them missing.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” I reassured her. “By the way, it really looks good on you.”
As I spoke, I had to remind myself not to stare directly at her tits which at this point looked absolutely phenomenal.
“Okay your turn,” she quickly said. “Truth or Dare?”
I went for “Truth” to see what kind of tone she was going to take the game to. AJ turned toward me and grinned.
“Boxers or briefs, which do you wear?”
It was now my turn to smile as I revealed my secret.
“Actually, neither. I prefer to go commando, if you must know.”
To my amusement, Amanda actually looked a little shocked before I turned the tables and asked her the same question.
“Truth or Dare?”
“Truth,” she replied enthusiastically.
“When was the first time you ever had sex?”
With a huge grin on her face, the blonde bombshell tossed her hair over her shoulder and lit up a cigarette as she recalled the first time she popped her cherry.
“It was back in 2006, while Aly and I were on tour with our band 78violet.” she claimed. “I was 15, and I lost it to one of the roadies.”
“Really?” I snickered. “Why you little sly thing. Who was he?”
“He was much older than me, but I had a crush on him. So after one of our shows in Tampa I snuck into his hotel room down the hall and one thing led to another.”
“Wow. Did Alyson ever find out?”
“Hell no.” she giggled. “She’d kill me. Not to mention get him fired.”
“He still works with you guys?”
“He kinda works around the house for my dad when we’re not touring. He’s kinda the local handyman.”
“Handy-Man, eh? I’ll say. How old is he?”
“I think he’s in his mid to late 30’s?”
In truth, Geoff had only recently celebrated his 44th birthday the week before.
“Jesus. And he popped your cherry? I guess you wanted your first time to be with someone with a lot of experience, huh?”
“Meh. Not really.” she claimed. “It was actually kind of a letdown.”
“The poor guy was so drunk and worked up that he only got about three thrusts in before he blew his load and literally passed out.”
“Wow.” I chuckled.
“It was so sad and quick, he totally left me lying there frustrated.”
“Did you guys at least try it again?”
“Nah. That was officially the first and last time I gave him a shot at my cookie.”
As Amanda spoke, she raised her feet up and rested her chin on her knees while sitting toward me giving me a peek down her loose fitting shorts and her white thong bikini bottoms.
“Truth or Dare?” she then asked me with a sly grin.
“Truth.” I answered as she caught me stealing glances down between her legs.
“Enjoying the view?”
“Err, is that your question?” I chuckled. “Yeah, sure. What can I say, I’m busted.”
Amanda rolled her eyes as she enjoyed her cigarette.
“Sorry, but that body.” I confessed. “I mean seriously, AJ. You look so much like your sister it’s not even funny.”
“Yeah, but I’m a lot more fun.” she grinned while blowing smoke in my direction. “Aly’s way too uptight, especially when it comes to sex.”