Chapter 1: Masturbating While Driving

It was an incredible weekend - one I never expected to happen. I mean, who would have guessed even a few weeks before the Pittsburgh Steelers would be playing in the Super Bowl? Although it wasn’t something I was personally overexcited about it all, when you grow up with a father who’s a fanatical Steelers fan ... well a little bit can’t help but rub off.

When I left home after Christmas Break just over a month ago I’d assumed I wouldn’t be back until Spring Break, sometime in mid-March. Then a small miracle happened and somehow my dad’s favorite team was back in the Big Game for the first time in ten years. Even though I was only ten the last time they had played in the Super Bowl, I’ll never how disappointed he was when they lost. I’d been praying for them to win the championship this year and when they did I decided I simply HAD to endure the road trip and go home for the weekend to help cheer them on. It was more than three hour drive so after classes finished on Friday I hurriedly jumped in my car and headed for home.

Once on the interstate I put the car on cruise control and settled in for the long boring trip home. My family has never been big on road trips so three hours in the car was NOT something I was accustomed to doing. As I drove I couldn’t help but think about what else might happen this weekend besides the game and as I did, that familiar itch began to grow between my legs. Once an itch like that starts, you can’t ignore it and there’s only one way to take care of it so I spread my legs apart and started rubbing myself through my jeans. Mmmmmmm, I could feel the wetness growing but the denim was in the way of really getting down to anything good.

Keeping just one hand on the steering wheel, I undid my belt and jeans and managed to work them down off my hips to my knees. Realizing if something were to happen there was no way I could handle the car, I slipped them off entirely and tossed them on the passenger seat. Needless to say I wasn’t wearing any panties so I squirmed a little from the feeling of the cool leather seat against my bare bottom. All I was left wearing was my favorite school sweatshirt which I bunched up at my waist so even if someone was to look in my window they wouldn’t get a clear view of anything other than my bare legs, not that I would have cared really.

Now that those pesky jeans were out of the way I had at least an hour before I had to do anything but keep my car pointed in the right direction and on the road. I’m not the fastest driver on the highway and I set the cruise control for about 60 MPH using the buttons on my Avalon’s steering wheel. It was a hand-me-down from my mother but even with over 120,000 miles it was still was in pretty good shape and I loved driving it.