Twice Driven (40 page)

But I didn’t care;
at all
. I was free, I was
me
again, and Goddamnit, these two were legal.

I left the beer on the kitchen counter before I took the stairs two at a time to my relatively empty bedroom upstairs. And I had my cock out and my eyes glued on the two hot little nymphs in the pool through the crack in the bedroom window blinds before I could even think about it.

‘Oh, hello Mr. Weaver!’ That flash of smile, that utterly perfect face with those bright blue eyes shining as she smiles. That tight little tank top and those downright scandalous cut-off jean shorts. Those pink toenails in her flip-flops. ‘Hot out isn’t it?’ Her laugh is musical as it tinkles out across my ears.

In the actual memory, she’s just coming over to do some light bookkeeping for me. But the fantasy is quite different.

‘It’s SO hot in fact, that I think I need to strip down a little, don’t you think?’ I nod, growling as she tugs that tank top off, her full young tits spilling out and what I imagine to be perfect little pink nipples hard and eager.

‘Actually, Mr. Weaver, I think what’ll really cool me off is if you’d let me suck your cock and swallow every drop of your cum.’

I groan as I watch Christina and Anna cavort around the pool; watch their tight young bodies glistening in the sun, their laughter like a teasing electric shock right in my ear.

‘I’ve never done anything like this, Mr. Weaver. I’ve only practiced kissing with my friend Anna,’ she says, dropping to her knees and reaching for my belt. I watch in awe as she leans forward, tilting her face up at me as she slowly wraps those soft young lips around my fat cock.

Out in reality, I groan, jerking my dick faster and harder as I watch the two girls pull themselves from the pool and start to dry off. They pad their way to the beach chairs to the side and lay there glistening in the sun, their tight young bodies fully on display. And as I stroke myself and imagine little Christina Ames on her knees with my cock in her mouth while I stare at the real thing out there in that crazy hot bikini, it’s the last straw.

I groan as the cum explodes out the tip of my cock, spraying in thick ropes across the hardwood floor of the bedroom. But in my head, it’s filling Christina’s hot, wet young mouth.
 

I slump against the wall, feeling my pulse pounding in my ears.

Yeah, this might be a problem.

Chapter 3

Christina

It was hot the day it happened.
 

I hadn’t actually gone over to do any work at the Weavers since they’d officially split up, but Tyler had left a message on our house answering machine the day before asking about me coming over and doing a little housekeeping that day. It was a little bit earlier than normal when I headed over, but again, it was still way better job than bussing tables or flipping burgers. So I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed my bikini, and headed over.

I had a key to their place, so I let myself in to get to work.

“Hello? Mr. Weaver?”

The house was quiet and I furrowed my brow before I decided he must be in the studio or out for a run or something and just got to work. I pulled my long blonde hair out of my face and tied it back and started in the living room, which was looking every bit the bachelor pad it now was with just a single man living in the house. I felt bad for Tyler, with Rebecca not just divorcing him but actually
leaving him
for another man? I mean, what was her problem? Tyler was
ridiculously
hot and in amazing shape, he was wealthy, he was fun and cool, and he was a genuinely
nice
person. He’d always had something nice to say to Anna and I whenever we’d come over to swim, and always been the life of the party at neighborhood cookouts. It just didn’t seem
fair
that he’d gotten so screwed by her.

I moved through the living room, picking up beer cans and empty pizza boxes and shaking my head at how unfair this was for him. I cleaned the windows and dusted the entertainment center, but as I went to move the open laptop on the coffee table to clean that, the screen suddenly came to life, and I
froze
.

Holy shit.

There were at least five browser windows open to pictures of bare, nude women. I could feel my cheeks instantly flush red, and I know I should have just closed the laptop right there and pretended I’d never seen it, but I couldn’t help but just
stare
. They were all younger girls around my age with tight bodies and soft round breasts. I felt my whole face burn bright red as my eyes darted across shot after shot of hot models, some with hands cupping their firm young breasts, while other were bent over, their fingertips brushing across pink, wet pussies.

Yeah, I should have looked away, or closed the laptop, but I couldn’t. And ever stranger was that I could feel my own body reacting to the erotic pictures on the screen. I bit my lip, feeling the little tingle of arousal flush through me, and felt the heat pool between my legs.

Okay, he was a newly single guy; it’s not like it was
weird
that he’d been looking at porn. Actually, the more I thought about it, the
hotter
the idea of it was. And there was something extra dirty about the fact that these girls were all so
young
that made my wicked little fantasy involving Tyler Weaver all the more hot.

I heard a movement from upstairs, and I quickly shut the laptop and darted into the kitchen. I took a deep breath, trying to force the heat from my cheeks as I started to pour myself a glass of water from the sink as I heard Tyler coming down the stairs.
 

"Morning Mr. Weaver." I said cheerily as I heard him come in to the kitchen behind me.

"Oh,
shit,
” he said quickly, his voice sounding surprised. I turned and immediately gasped as I felt my cheeks go bright red.

Mr. Weaver was standing in the kitchen doorway in just a pair of boxers, the front of which was pushing out in a
huge
looking bulge.
 

He stepped quickly behind the island counter, clearly still waking up and maybe not really aware of what I'd just seen. I mean, I'd grown up playing in their pool, and I'd of course seen him wearing just a swimsuit before. But that was a
far
cry from seeing his morning erection tenting the inside of his boxers.

“I, uh-” He cleared his throat. “Sorry, I forgot I’d asked you to come over today.” He gave me a funny look, probably trying to figure out why I was beet-red and staring at him with my mouth hanging open.

God
he was an attractive man. Mr. Weaver may have had a stay-at-home desk job these days, but damn did he keep in great shape. His thickly muscled, tattooed arms were crossed across his chiseled chest, which was covered in brown hair that teased down over his rippling abs and then lower still, down past the waist of his boxers. His piercing blue eyes twinkled and a curious smile teasing the corners of his perfect lips as he peered at me.

“Everything okay, Christina?"

I shook myself back into the present as I hastily turned back towards the sink to hide my blushing cheeks.

"Um, yep! All good, Mr. Weaver!" I could hear him pouring coffee behind me. “Sorry if I’m a little early.”

“Nah, not a problem. You just got here?”

I swallowed before I made myself to turn back around and smile at him, forcing my gaze to focus on his eyes instead of all over his bare chest. “A little while ago. I’ve already started on the living room.”

There was a flash of something in his face as his eyes darted to the doorway to the living room. I blushed again, realizing he was probably thinking of the laptop.

“Oh.” He said, quickly sipping his coffee and avoiding looking at me.

“Yeah, I cleaned up a little but I didn’t quiet get to the coffee table,” I said quickly, watching the tension on his face ease a little.

He smiled at me. “Well, thanks again for coming over. Sorry about the mess.”

“Oh, not a problem!” I said, grinning before my face fell a little bit. “Um, Mr. Weaver, I’m really sorry about what you’re going thr-”

“Don’t be,” he said quickly, shaking his head and chuckling. “Look, between you and me?” He turned and smiled at me. “It’s probably the best thing that could’ve happened to the two of us, honestly. It’d been building up for a while, she’s just the one that pulled the trigger.”

He suddenly shook his head again. “Anyway, sorry, you don’t want to hear about this.” He flashed me a grin. “Listen, it’s gonna be a hot one today, so feel free to use the pool whenever. I might even join you."

I felt a little surge of excitement inside, thinking about the prospect of taking a dip in the pool in my new bikini with
just
Tyler Weaver.

Again, I'd gone swimming at their house - even
with
him - hundreds of times before. But that'd been back when I was younger. The older, more adult me looked at the hot, wickedly handsome older man sipping coffee in just his boxers in a
much
different light now.

Tyler went off to get some work done, and an hour or so later, I was
dying
to take him up on his offer. I’d ended up doing a little gardening work in the backyard under the heat of the afternoon sun all day, and I'd been hungrily eyeing the pool for the last two hours. So I quickly changed into my bikini in the downstairs bathroom, before heading out to the pool.

Chapter 4

Christina

The water felt incredible as I slid my sweaty, bikini-clad body into the pool. I sighed as I let the blazing heat of the day melt away in the cool water, lazily just treading water. I floated on my back, closing my eyes and grinning up at the sun as I let the water carry me along.
 

Eventually, I slipped back out of the water and went to lay back in one of the lawn-chairs by the pool to dry under the sun. I slipped my sunglasses on and lay back with a happy grin, letting the warm sun tease it's way over my bare skin and warm me back up after the nice cold water.

Yeah, this job was going to be hard to match once I went off to college.

As the heat of the afternoon soaked into my tanned skin, I found my thoughts drifting back to that morning; specifically to the
huge
bulge I'd seen pressing hotly against the front of Mr. Weaver's boxers. I mean, I'd obviously found him attractive before - I mean who wouldn't really? But I guess my flirty thoughts had always ended there when it came to my good looking older neighbor.

But
wow
had seeing that thickness tenting out his boxers had kindled a little flame inside of me, and as I sat out by the pool, I started to stoke that fire. With my eyes closed there on that lawn-chair, I started to imagine following that little happy trail of hair on his abs down, and this time down
past
the waist of his shorts. I'd really never actually
seen
a guy naked like that outside of the movies or the time Mike Hicks tried to just pull it out in the car while driving me home from prom after I told him I wouldn't go "get a room" with him. Sometime after that, Anna and I had snuck peaks at dirty pictures online, giggling as we'd shrieked at close-up shots of
big
, enormous looking cocks being manhandled by girls that needed two hands to get the job done.

"Eeew! How would you even
fit
something like that in
side
of you!" She’d shrieked, though her cheeks had been as flushed and her eyes as wide as mine. Neither of us had really talked about it, but I know we’d both felt something
hot
deep inside seeing that thick shaft in the tiny hands of the girl who didn't look much older than us.

Now, I'd only gotten the quickest of peaks at that bulge in Mr. Weaver's boxers, but all I'd been able to think about all afternoon was that picture of the huge porn cock that had made me and my friend both blush as well as secretly wet before. I realized I was actually getting
really
turned on. I could feel a heat from much more than just the afternoon sun blooming out from between my legs, and I blushed at the realization. I shivered as I sat up, and then padded barefoot to the house to get a drink of water and cool off a little bit.

*****

I shivered as I opened the refrigerator door, feeling cool chill tingle over my sun-warmed body and making my nipples pucker into hard little buds under my bikini.

I should probably get changed
I thought, glancing at the time. It was probably time to go home anyways, seeing as I was through with work. And as hot a fantasy as it was, I’m not sure it was really appropriate for me to be strolling through my much older, hunky neighbor’s house in just a bikini.

I'd left my clothes in a pile on one of the kitchen table chairs, but as I walked over, I quickly realized they weren't there anymore. Tyler had apparently moved them for some reason, and I felt a tingling blush roll up my cheeks, hoping he hadn't seen the tiny pink thong I'd tucked inside my shorts.

When I walked curiously out of the kitchen, I spotted my pile of clothes on the bench by the front door now instead. I frowned, curious as to why he would've moved my clothes at all.
 

And then, I heard it.
 

The sound was muffled through the not quite closed door of the study he kept down the hall. It was gruff, almost like he was struggling or swearing under his breath.