Soul Sisters

VADA

I stared at my pink camouflage suitcase with a frustrated sigh. There was no way I could get everything I needed for a month away in one piece of luggage.

They said we were taking a van. There would be lots of room in the back.

Why was I limited to one suitcase?

Mandy flopped on my bed, eyeing the pile of clothes and toiletries I’d laid out. “How’s the packing going?” she chuckled.

“Not good,” I sighed. “There’s no way I can fit all this stuff in one suitcase.”

“So take two,” she suggested with a shrug. “Seems like a pretty obvious solution.”

“Evan said I could only bring one, due to limited space.”

“Fuck Evan.”

“He’s the travel supervisor.”

“Give me a break,” she muttered, snatching my list from the nightstand. “What’s this?”

“That is my packing list,” I sighed. “Courtesy of the travel supervisor.”

She read down the list, rolling her eyes. “STI test results? Birth control?”

“They’re just covering all the bases.”

“Are you really gonna have a foursome with these guys?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, fiddling with the bow on one of my new nighties.

She sat up, rifling through my collection of lingerie. “This is all new stuff, Vada.”

“It is not.”

“It is so! Some of these skimpy things still have the tags on!”

“What’s your point?”

“You went lingerie shopping without me.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t have much time, and you were working every day.”

“You’re gonna accept their proposal,” she said sadly.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then why all the sexy lingerie, Vada?”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna fuck them.”

“Vada!” she gasped. “You naughty girl!”

“Oh, c’mon, Mandy,” I laughed. “Are you telling me that if three good-looking older men wanted to fill all your holes at once, you wouldn’t jump at it?”

“I definitely would,” she declared. “But not if they were looking to lock me up in their mansion and turn me into a baby factory.”

“That’s never gonna happen.”

“Then why go on this trip at all?”

“For the adventure, of course.”

“Don’t you feel bad for leading them on?”

“I’m doing no such thing,” I insisted. “They proposed the trip as an opportunity to get to know them before I made my decision. I didn’t make them any promises.”

“But you have no intention of following through with the marriage?”

“Fuck no.”

“I hope not,” she whispered, sticking out her lower lip. “We’re supposed to live together forever.”

“And we will,” I promised.

“Do you think they do anal?” she asked.

“You would think three guys who are into foursomes would be down for some kinky shit, but I get the feeling they might be a tad vanilla.”

“How is that possible? They all wanna fuck you at the same time.”

“Yeah. But does that mean they’re all just in the room watching and taking turns? Or kissing my tits and stuff while the other one makes love to me?”

“Makes love?” she snorted. “If you’re in a room naked with three men, there is no ~making love~ going on.”

“There certainly won’t be.”

“Do you think they have any idea what they’re getting into with you?” she laughed.

“Not a clue.”

“Vada! Are you going to tell them how experienced you are? Or that you’re into very unvanilla sex?”

“I’m not gonna tell them, Mandy,” I said, placing a handful of thongs in the bottom of my suitcase. “I’m gonna ~show~ them.”

“Just promise me you won’t go falling in love, or something stupid like that.”

I placed my suitcase on the floor and crawled onto the bed next to her.

“I promise,” I said, reaching between her legs to rub her pussy. “When I get back, we’ll have a girl’s weekend.”

“And invite Jasmine and Destiny?”

“Absolutely,” I promised, straddling her waist before I tugged down her shorts and panties.

***

“Did you pack your rock collection in here?” Garrett groaned as he lifted my suitcase into his trunk.

“No. I need a lot of clothes for a month away.”

“They do have laundry facilities at the places we’re staying.”

“I’d prefer not to use public laundry facilities if I can avoid it.”

“Did you bring everything on Evan’s list?”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I had to go shopping. I don’t own many sweaters.

“And I definitely didn’t have any long johns kicking around. I had to order them online. You’d be hard-pressed to find that shit in June. Especially in Miami.”

“True.”

“Why do I need that stuff?” I asked.

“It gets chilly at night when you’re camping in the mountains.”

“Did you say camping?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, glancing over at me with a mischievous grin. “I’m guessing Evan didn’t share the itinerary with you?”

“He did not. I was under the impression we would be staying in hotels.”

“We’re staying in a hotel in Vegas.”

“And the rest of the time?”

“We’re staying in a hotel tonight.”

“What about all the nights in between, Garrett?!” I cried, a leaden feeling of dread settling in the pit of my stomach. “Where are we staying those nights?”

“Here and there,” he mumbled.

“Garrett Mitchell! Tell me where we’re staying or take me home.”

“Relax, Vada,” he said, reaching over to squeeze my knee.

The unexpected touch distracted me. I wasn’t used to my dad’s best friends touching me. The entire dynamic had changed. I wasn’t their buddy’s daughter anymore.

Well, I still was.

But they were no longer thinking of me that way.

I froze when he moved his fingers up my thigh, caressing me softly while he watched me out of the corner of his eye.

“I know what you’re doing, Garrett,” I said, lifting his hand from my leg.

“Rubbing your thigh?” he asked with feigned innocence.

“You’re trying to distract me from asking questions about the trip.”

“It worked,” he chuckled.

“I don’t like sleeping in a tent.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know you don’t like it?”

“I just know.”

“Well, princess,” he said, turning into the parking lot of the shop. “I suggest you open up your mind to the possibilities.

“Imagine sleeping in a tent in the middle of the woods, with three big strong men to protect you. And keep you warm. And pleasure you.”

I only had a second to mull that over, because Evan and Jake were outside with my dad. And they were loading luggage in the back of the coffin!

“No way!” I yelled, shoving the car door open and barreling across the pavement. “No fucking way! I’m not riding in that thing!”

“It’s the company vehicle, Vada,” Evan barked. “Why wouldn’t we drive it across the country and do some advertising?

“And don’t forget, this trip isn’t just about pleasure. We’re on a buying trip, and attending Part Con.”

I cringed at the way he said pleasure.

Dream on, asshole.

You’ll be beating off in the shower while your friends fuck me.

“Daddy!” I pleaded. “Make them take a plain van.”

“Sorry, pumpkin,” he said. “It’s good for business.”

I wrinkled my nose, gaping at the eyesore we nicknamed the coffin mobile. It was a custom-made van designed to look like a casket, with our company logo on the side, Grave to Road Restorations.

And I hated it. It was super tacky.

“Come here and give your old dad a hug,” he said, opening his arms.

“You’re not old, Dad,” I sighed, throwing myself in his arms.

You’re the same age as the guys you want to marry me off to. The same ones I’m about to be alone with for an entire month. Three guys who want in my pants.

“Be a good girl, Vada,” he whispered. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” I said.

“You’re gonna be just fine.”

“I know that, Dad,” I laughed, pulling back. “Are you crying?”

“No,” he scoffed. “I don’t cry.”

“Uh-huh.”

“The guys will treat you right. How you deserve to be treated, Vada. Promise me you’ll never settle for anything less.”

“I promise, Dad. I’m not marrying them. I’m just going on a road trip.”

“You’ll marry them,” he said, nodding his head. “They’re great guys. You’re gonna fall in love with them.”

“We’ll see.”

“I love you, Vada May.”

“I love you too, Dad.”

“Text me every day and let me know how you’re doing. I wanna hear stories about all your exciting adventures.”

“All of them?” Garrett piped up from behind me.

“No!” he yelled. “Get going before I change my mind. And take good care of my baby.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about,” Jake said, patting my dad’s shoulder. “She’s in good hands.”

“I know, Jake.”

“Jake’s driving today,” Evan announced. “I called shotgun. Vada, you’re in the back with Garrett.”

I climbed in the horrid van, waving at my dad before we pulled out onto the road. He looked so sad.

Wasn’t this what he wanted?

I turned to stare out the window, my gut churning with unease.