Coercion (6 page)

Valerie motioned with her hands helplessly. She wasn’t sure what to think anymore.

“Well, I
have
noticed you, so there goes your theory.” He moved closer to her, closing the rest of the small space that had been between them. She gasped at the feeling of his body pushed against hers, pinning her to the car. “And I was just testing you.” His hands drifted to her hips. “I already know you want me.”

She swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating only on his words and the fact he was finally, amazingly, touching her.

He lowered his head and briefly covered her mouth with his before saying, “I’ve noticed how nervous you get around me in class. It’s sort of flattering.” He punctuated his words with more kisses. “But now I want to know what you think about that always makes you blush and look away from me.”

“I don’t know.” She tried to keep her breathing under control.

“I think you do.” He pulled her hips so close to him she couldn’t help but part her legs slightly. She felt the fabric of his jeans rub against her inner thigh as her skirt inadvertently bunched up her legs. “And I want you to tell me.”

Before she could respond, he crushed himself against her body as his mouth slanted over hers, his tongue slipping inside. He nipped and sucked at her lips, leaving them tingling. Then he pulled away slowly, smirking. “Did you think about kissing me?”

“I don’t know,” she said shyly, then paused before nodding. “Yes.”

He kissed her again, and this time she was more responsive, tentatively brushing her tongue against his. He raised his hands from her hips to her breasts, evoking a surprised peep from her as he caressed them over her sweater. “Mmm,” he murmured. “These are nice too.”

“What’re you doing?” She was half afraid he would continue, half afraid he would stop.

His thumbs grazed her hardening nipples. “What do you think?”

She looked over her shoulder, suddenly aware of where they were and that there were other people on the planet besides them. “But someone will see us.”

“They won’t.” His hands slid under her sweater to touch the bare skin of her waist. “It’s almost dark, and there’s no one around.”

“Still...” Valerie was at a loss for words. It made sense to not want other people to see Michael Vartanian touching her so intimately in public, but she couldn’t think of a reason why. “We just can’t.”

He pushed her sweater above her breasts, revealing her white bra. Her nipples peeked through the thin fabric. “If people want to watch us, let them.”

“No.” She attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, and Michael took the opportunity to slide his knee in between her legs. His thigh pressed against the crotch of her panties as he kept her in place.

“Yes.” He effortlessly reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. The lace jumped upward on her chest, revealing the underside of her breasts. Valerie let out a shriek, but was immediately silenced when Michael pushed the bra out of the way and bent his head to capture her left nipple in his mouth.

A startled moan escaped her lips, and she tilted her head back as his tongue flicked one nipple and his hand caressed the other. She was sure he could feel her heart pounding and sense her inexperience. She closed her eyes, and the possibility of being caught by someone—anyone—dissipated as she focused on the pleasure he was giving her.

He drew away from her slowly and smiled. “Let’s find out if you still want to stop.” His hands traveled to her thighs and started to sneak up her skirt.

“I can’t do this.” Her voice took on a desperate quality as she glanced over her shoulder at the students filtering out of the school and heading to their cars.

He took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. “Forget about them.”

“I can’t.”

“Fine.” His tone hardened. “I’m not going to force you to do something you really don’t want to do. Just say the word, and I’ll walk away and never bother you again. We’ll forget this ever happened. Just tell me now.”

Valerie could feel his hand creeping up her outer thigh, and the thought of never being so close to him again made her heart ache. She didn’t want him to walk away. He was making her feel things she’d never experienced before. She felt like she was blossoming beneath his touch.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

She took another glance over her shoulder then pressed her lips together as she shook her head no.

“I like the way you think.” The hand that was on her chin joined his other wandering hand, and they both slipped beneath the legs of her thin cotton panties, cupping the underside of her ass. “Your skin is so soft.”

Valerie’s mouth was so dry she could hardly swallow. She whimpered as he withdrew his hands from her panties and moved them higher to the waistband. “These need to go.” He inched the fabric down.

She grabbed his hands. “We can’t do this right here,” she said at a barely audible volume.

“It feels like you want to.” His hand maneuvered around to touch her clit through her panties before she could find the words to object. One of his fingers slipped inside her panties and circled her clit with the wetness seeping from her pussy.

“Oh my God.” Valerie drew in a breath, simultaneously excited and terrified.

Michael dipped his finger slowly inside her body. “I want you to be honest with me about something.”

She couldn’t even choke out a response as he moved his finger against the damp walls of her pussy, his thumb brushing against her clit. She was sure words hadn’t even been invented yet for what she was experiencing.

“I want to know—” He pushed another finger inside her and smiled as she let out a soft moan. “—if you ever fuck yourself.”

“Hmm?” Her breath was choppy and her mind blurred with a mixture of incomprehension and desire.

He removed his fingers from her, and she whimpered with disappointment. “Do you ever fuck yourself?” He grabbed one of her hands and moved it to her crotch. “Like this?”

Valerie’s face reddened. “Why does it matter?”

“Do you?” he repeated.

She paused for a moment before nodding slightly. “Sometimes.”

Michael loosened his grip on her and slid his hand under her skirt, where he tugged at her panties once again. “Who else have you let touch you?”

“No one,” she mumbled, embarrassed.

“Really?” Michael peeled her panties down, dropping them to the tarmac, and she gasped as she felt the nip of the car’s cold metal against her ass. Then he lifted her knee so her leg wrapped around his waist and pushed two fingers inside her once again, and her back immediately curved upward.

“Yes,” she half-moaned. “No one.”

“So you’re a virgin then.” His thumb thrummed a light, torturous beat on her clit while he waited for her answer.

“Yes,” she gasped as her hips moved to meet his fingers thrust for thrust. “Yes, I’m a virgin.”

The sloppy grin on Michael’s face remained in place. He rewarded her by easing his fingers in and out of her. “I’ll be gentle then.”

Valerie sighed. “Oh God.”

“So tell me what you like,” he murmured. “Do you like me finger fucking you against Mommy’s car in the parking lot?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, letting out a moan upon seeing Michael’s hand sliding inside her body.

He brushed her lips with his. “Do you wish my fingers were my cock?” He rotated his thumb over her clit, eliciting another moan from her.

“Oh my God.” The words tumbled out of Valerie in a winded rush as she squeezed her eyes shut.

His fingers moved faster inside her and he maintained a steady grip on her thigh, keeping her leg around his waist. “Do you like this?”

“Yes.” The sensations started to pulse through her. She reached up and dug her nails into Michael’s broad shoulders. “Yes. I like it.”

“I know. I can feel it.” He lowered his head so his breath breezed across her ear. “But I won’t let you come until you tell me you wish I was fucking you, right here, right now.”

Coming apart in Michael Vartanian’s arms and around his expert fingers suddenly felt like the most important thing in Valerie’s world. “I wish,” she said, the words foreign and wanton to her, “you were fucking me.”

Michael let out a groan from somewhere in the back of his throat at her confession, and Valerie’s legs trembled. She released one last strangled cry, and her muscles tightened rapidly around his fingers as she reached her climax.

After giving her a moment to recapture her breath, he withdrew his hand and smoothed her skirt back into place. She opened her eyes slowly to see him once again smirking at her. Her lips parted, but she couldn’t find a way to speak.

Michael bent to scoop her panties off the ground. “Don’t forget these.” He tossed them to her, and she barely caught them with her trembling fingers. Speechless, she stared at him, unable to wrap her mind around what had just happened. He stood there so casual and unaffected she wondered if she had dreamed it. She was tempted to reach between her legs to feel the dampness, as if it would confirm the whole moment.

“Let me know if you ever need a ride,” he said casually, and sauntered back to his truck.

Agape, Valerie watched with wide eyes as he got into his vehicle and peeled out of the lot while drawing a fresh cigarette from the pack with his mouth. She continued to use the car to support her body long after the truck was out of sight.

When she finally registered the voices of more students exiting the library and crossing the pavement to their vehicles, she quickly stuffed her damp panties into her tote bag, slid behind the wheel and slammed the door. She could hear how hard she was breathing in the small, enclosed area and took a few greedy gulps of air as she turned the key in the ignition. Then she put the car in drive and began her journey home with the conscientiousness of a woman who hadn’t just climaxed around the fingers of the man she’d been wanting for years.

Although she could recall nearly every detail, it was like her encounter with Michael had happened to someone else. She was no longer herself. But as she shifted, her skirt inched up her thighs and her bare pussy felt the kiss of the car seat, and the memory of Michael’s lips on hers while his finger moved over her clit flooded her mind.

Valerie pressed her lips together as the reality of the situation crept back to her. She didn’t know whether to cry or come for a second time that afternoon. The car eased to a stop at a quiet, lonely intersection, and she kept one hand on the wheel as the other fell to her upper thigh and traveled inward. She stroked the damp curls between her legs and let out a shaky sigh.

An impatient car horn sounded behind her and Valerie obediently stepped on the gas pedal, her heart jumpstarted and heat creeping into her cheeks. Nevertheless, the tip of her middle finger found her clit, still sensitive from Michael’s touch. She licked her lips at the thought of him and her hand moved lower. The base of her palm pressed against her clit as she sank her middle finger deep inside herself.

An involuntary moan escaped her throat, and she had to force herself to keep her eyes focused on the road. Her practical side scolded her to stop. This was her mother’s car, for God’s sake. And if she kept this up, she was surely going to get in an accident and kill someone.

But another side to her—the side that won out—told her to take a rarely traveled back road. She leaned forward slightly to raise herself high enough off the seat to push another finger inside her dripping entrance. She let out another moan, and the sound of her own voice twisted with pleasure made her even wetter. She felt reckless, crazy and passionate. She wondered if Michael had viewed her similarly when he made her come, and the idea made her whimper.

Valerie moved the base of her palm in a circle against her clit as she continued to dip her fingers in and out of her pussy. For a moment, she let herself pretend her fingers were Michael’s cock. “Oh God,” she whispered aloud in the otherwise silent car. A tingling feeling worked its way up her legs and through her stomach, heading straight for where her hand was.

The car drifted lazily toward the right, and she straightened the vehicle with a hard jerk on the wheel. Doing so jolted her body and mind, made her feel insane. Still, it didn’t stop her from sitting down hard, her fingers buried to the hilt inside her, and rocking slowly against her hand.

This time, Valerie pretended she was on top of Michael, enthralling him with her body as she took his cock deep within her. She imagined him whispering her name and never taking his gaze off her, his face distorted with bliss. The image combined with the feel of her hand and the speed and motion of the car brought her to climax, and her pussy contracted around her fingers as she tried to keep her eyes open and on the road.

Her orgasm slowly subsided, and she drove the rest of the short way home with her mind full of heady thoughts and her fingers still in her cunt. She couldn’t believe all that had transpired that afternoon. Just this morning, she’d been about to completely give up on the idea of ever being with Michael Vartanian. But now it seemed like anything was possible.

Friday

November 22, 1974

Valerie took her usual seat in US History and opened her book to the previously assigned chapter on the American Civil War. She stared at the blocks of text until all the words blurred together into a gray square, then tapped her pencil eraser against the page and wondered if Michael Vartanian would be in class that morning. Part of her hoped he wouldn’t be. Shannon was home with a migraine, and although Valerie hadn’t told her what had happened with Michael in the parking lot, she still could’ve used her friend after class for support.

Not that she knew what she needed support from. Michael likely wouldn’t say something awful to her. If the past month was any indication, he wouldn’t say anything at all.

She forced herself not to look when she heard Breeze enter the room, her high-heeled shoes clacking on the floor and her voice carrying to every corner. Despite the volume of Breeze’s voice, Valerie couldn’t make out anything the girl was saying over her heart drumming in her ears.

Breeze sank down in the empty seat behind Valerie, who felt her soul divide as she both hoped and feared the blonde would drop some kind of tidbit about Michael. However, she had no idea what Breeze would possibly say about him. She’d seen them together around campus occasionally, but couldn’t determine whether they were dating.