Twice Driven (44 page)

"No!” I bit my lip and turned to smile at him as we slowly drove through the neighborhood. “It really is fine, Mr. Weaver. Sometimes it's good just to talk things out loud to someone else just to free up some space up there in your head." We were almost to my house already, and I felt like I was going to go crazy if I didn't do something, or even say something, as utterly terrible and idea as it was.

“Can I be honest?” I looked over at him.

“Shoot.”

“She didn’t deserve you.”

Mr. Weaver laughed, his whole body shaking as the sound rumbled through him. He turned and grinned at me in the dim of the dashboard light. “Thanks,” he said quietly before he shook his head. “Well shit, when the hell did you get so grown up, Christina?"

"Last year, when I turned eighteen."

I watched his face clench for a second, his hands gripping the wheel a little tighter as he swallowed heavily.

Just then, we pulled up in front of my house, by the big tree next to our driveway. It was late, and the neighborhood was dark, as was my house save for the back-porch light up the driveway. This was it; it was now or never, and if I went back to college without saying a damn thing to this man, I knew I'd never forgive my-

"I watched you." The words just blurted out before I could stop them, and then hung heavy in the car for a moment.

"What?" He turned to look at me, his brow furrowed.

"That day, in your office with my panties, Mr. Weaver."

The car went pin-drop silent.

"Christina, I- I don't know what you
think
you saw, young lady, but-"

"I loved watching you, actually.” I could feel my pulse racing like an engine in my ears, every inch of my skin alive and feeling electrified.

Tyler’s face was frozen. “Christina, I think you should get out of the car." He was staring right at me, his face tight and his eyes wild in the darkness.

"I think I should stay," I said softly, clenching my hand and trying to steady my nerves. “And I think you want me to, too.”

“Christina-”

“I want to see it again, Mr. Weaver.”

I couldn’t
believe
I was being this forward, but it was just pouring out of me. All this time of bottling it up and holding it, all this time of trying to tell myself how wrong it was to have these thoughts about him. I
knew
- obviously, from seeing and hearing him that day - that he’d at least thought about this with me. And it’s
all
I’d been thinking about away at school; all I fantasized about.

His face paled a little as he nervously licked his lips. “What?"

Well, here goes nothing...

"Your cock, Mr. Weaver.” The word sounded so illicit on my tongue, so toe-curlingly
dirty
to say in front of him. “I want to see it again."

“Get out of the car, Christina." His eyes were blazing fire at me, his perfect, chiseled jaw tight. “This conversation is over."

“No it's not.” I was going to go for broke here, come what may. “I
know
you look at me, Mr. Weaver.”

I un-clicked my seatbelt, the sound sharp in the heavy, throbbing silence of the car. I turned to him, letting my skirt ride right up my creamy thighs, until I saw his eyes bug out as my tiny panties came into view, tight across my mound. I bit my lip, seeing the struggle play out across his face between what he knew was wrong and what he desperately wanted.

“Christina, I-"

I reached out to touch his forearm, my fingers trailing over his skin. He jumped a little at my touch, and I giggled. “It's not like I’m going to
tell
anyone.” I let my hand trail down his arm, and then drop down to his thigh. I could feel him tense at my touch, barely breathing as I rested my hand there.

"As long as you show it to me again."

I could see the the big, thick bulge in his pants, and I knew then that he was going to cave, knowing just how turned on he was. Slowly, I began to slide my hand higher, hearing his breath catch as I teased over the thickness there in his pants.

He growled. "Honey, this-"
 

"Please?" I whispered, my eyes begging him as my fingers found the metal of his zipper. I could feel my pulse racing as I felt the bulge throbbing beneath my hand as I tugged at the zipper, pulling it down as I heard him groan. I grinned wickedly as I moved my hands up to his belt buckle, feeling my pussy absolutely bloom with heat inside my panties.

"Christina-"

I tugged at the buckle, struggling to get it open when he finally caved. "Let me get that,” he growled out, reaching down to quickly undo his belt and the top button of his pants. He looked down at me, and his sharp, piercing eyes met my lust-hooded eager young ones.

He reached inside, and I felt my heart jump as he suddenly pulled his big, gorgeous cock out of his pants, right in front of me.

Holy. Shit.

I'd seen him before, but seeing his cock this close was another thing altogether. He was bigger and thicker than I'd even remembered, his cock throbbing hot and hard in the dim light of the dashboard.

"Can- can I touch it?" I whispered out quietly, feeling my little pussy throb.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he growled.

I slid my hand up and curled my fingers around him, feeling my breath catch as I touched his velvety skin with the pulsing hardness beneath it. My tiny fingers didn't even fit around his thickness, and I quickly brought my other hand up to him. I started to stroke him slowly with both hands, just like the girl from the porno video I'd watched with Anna.

He groaned as I squeezed and stroked his big dick, and I suddenly saw a little bead of clear fluid slip from the tip of him and start to slowly trickle over his head. I didn't even need to ask, I just dipped my head forward and licked it.

Mr. Weaver gasped, and I felt his cock
throb
against my lips. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and I wanted more. With a soft moan, I leaned forward, slipped my lips over the fat head of his cock, and sucked him inside.

He growled as I slurped on his big dick, letting the tip of my tongue press into the slit at the head of him and tease him there before I began to gently swirl it around the ridge of his cock-head. I began to stroke his shaft again with both hands, feeling my pussy absolutely dripping with my arousal and making my panties wet and sticky.

"Fuck- Christina, we-" he groaned. "We shouldn't be doing this, honey."

He groaned as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on him, my tongue dance on the underside of his big dick. I could feel his pulse throbbing in his shaft under my hands as I slipped my mouth off of him. "Do you want me to stop?" I said coyly, looking up at him with a thin trail of spit connecting my lip to his cock.

"Fuck no,” he groaned, throwing his head back and gasping as I sucked him into my mouth again.

I was so wet, I could barely contain myself anymore, feeling my little cunt throb and my clit aching for attention between my legs. I reached out with one of my hands and grabbed his, and I began to pull it beneath me and under my small skirt.

“Do you feel that, Mr. Weaver?" I moaned as fingers other than my own touched me there for the first time, sliding wetly over the soaking wet cotton of my panties pulled tight against my bare pussy beneath. I gasped as he immediately began to rub me through my panties, sliding the wet material across my buzzing little clit and sending a hot pulse through me.

"I know how much you like my panties, Mr. Weaver." I breathed against his cock, feeling him twitch against my lips. I reached down and pulled them down my leg, slipping them off my feet and passing them to him.

"You can keep those ones,” I whispered up at him, seeing his face groan as he felt how wet they were.
 

His fingers slipped back against my pussy, and heard him growl as he felt how wet I was. I gasped in pleasure as he slipped his fingers through my folds, sliding over the throbbing button of my clit as he teased a finger against my opening. He pushed in easily, and I moaned loudly in the hot air of the car, sucking his big cock back between my lips and slurping on him eagerly as he fingered my little cunt.

The thrill of being caught out here, by anybody, but certainly by my
parents
who were asleep just inside the dark house not thirty feet from the car, had me buzzing with excitement; the adrenaline throbbing through me like a drug. Sure, there was a big tree that blocked
most
of the view of where we were parked from their window, but all it would take would be for someone to wake up and wonder why Mr. Weaver's car was parked outside for so long.

I gasped as I slurped off of him. ”I want you, Mr. Weaver. I want
all
of you."

His eyes were like blue fire in the dim light of the car, and a dark look passes across his face. “Fuck, baby, we-”

"Please?" I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, swirling it under his head and feeling him groan deeply. “I want this big cock to stretch my little pussy, Mr. Weaver, and I want to feel you fill me up.”

With a growl, he pulled me off of him and brought my face to his with his hands. I moaned as he kissed me deeply, gasping for breath as our tongues danced around each others before he pushed me onto my back against the passenger side door. My legs were spread wide for him, my skirt up around my waist and my glistening pussy ready for him. I’d never changed into a bra back at his house, and when I yanked my tank-top off, he hungrily eyed my full, perky tits. His eyes narrowed on my puffy pink nipples before he leaned and and sucked one into his mouth.

I cooed as his tongue lapped at my nipples, his finger pushing inside of my slit and rubbing me so perfectly. He pulled back and yanked his t-shirt off, his strong muscular chest and shoulders rippling as he leaned in over me and spread my legs wide and back.

I whimpered as I felt the pulsing hot head of his cock slide over my lips, teasing up and down my slit as he leaned into wrap his lips around a nipple. This was it. This was the moment I'd been craving, when this big strong older man took me for the first time and made me a woman.

"Go gentle," I whispered shyly in his ear as I felt him start to push his head between my folds.

He froze, pulling back to stare at me with concern across his face. “Jesus, Christina, you-” He looked deep into my eyes. “You
have
done this before, haven't you?”

I felt my cheeks blush, and I sucked at my bottom lip as I looked up into his eyes. “Well, um, not
exactly.
”

He shook his head and started to back away, but I pulled back against me with my legs as I ran my hands up his tattooed arms. “I want you to be first, Mr. Weaver,” I whispered heatedly, biting my lip shyly as I looked up at him and stroked my fingers up his arms.

“Fuck, no honey, we- I- I can't be your
first
,” he growled.

“You
can
, and I
want
you to be, Mr. Weaver,” I said softly, “I want someone special for my first time, and someone to make it good. I don't want to go back to college and have some drunk nervous frat boy take it." I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. “I want to feel how a real man can fuck me for the first time,” I whispered, watching his jaw tighten as his eyes flashed pure lust at me. I could see his willpower shattering.

"Please, fuck me, Mr. Weaver. Take my virginity."

He
growled
and leaned in to kiss me hungrily. "This will only hurt for a second, honey,” he whispered as he pushed the thick head of his cock up against the tender barrier there.

I whimpered into his mouth as I felt myself start to stretch as he pushed forward. And then suddenly, with a small pop, he was pushing through. I winced for a second, my fingernails digging into his arms as a brief lance of pain shot through me. But then it was gone in an instant as he started to push deeper inside, replaced by an
incredible
feeling instead.

"Oh my
God
-" I gasped out, my eyes wide as he slid another inch of his thick cock inside me. He felt fucking amazing, and the feeling of being so stretched and stuffed full like that by him was so hot that I felt my pussy ripple, as if trying to suck him deeper inside.
 

With a grunt, he pushed the rest of his
big
cock inside of me, all the way until I could feel him right against my mound. Gasping, I looked up at him, my eyes full of need and lust. "Fuck me, Mr. Weaver."

He growled as he pulled back, his hands holding me by the backs of my knees and spreading my legs wide. This time when he pushed back in, I moaned in pure pleasure, feeling every inch of him filling me up to the brim. We started to rock like that, our groans mixing together as his big, thick cock slid wetly in and out of my tight little pussy. Our breathing turned the inside of the car hot and heavy, making both us sheen with sweat as he held me tightly and plunged in and out me.

He slipped one of my knees up over his shoulder, freeing his hand and allowing him bring it down to where we joined. He began to tease my aching clit there, making me shudder and moan for him as he fucked me for the first time with his thick cock.

God
, I could only imagine what would happen if my
parents
had come out to find their forty year old neighbor from down the street fucking their eighteen year old daughter in his car outside their house. The though of being so close to being caught had me moaning and writhing on Mr. Weaver's shaft as I felt myself begin to tense up and slide towards the edge.