Twice Driven (45 page)

“Oh my
God!
I think you're gonna make me come Mr. Weaver! You're gonna make me come on your big, thick cock!”

He groaned, his piercing eyes holding my own gaze as he rocked into me again and again as his thumb on my clit drove me wild. "Fuck- me too honey!" He growled out, his jaw tense.

I thought of watching his cum fly out of cock when I'd watched him before with my panties and just how unbelievably hot it'd been. But then, another
much
naughtier thought hit me, and as I felt my whole body begin to tense up and tumble off that cliff, I held him tightly and gasped into the sweaty heat of the car. "Do it inside of me!"

“
Fuck
,” he swore. “Baby, I’m not wearing one.”

And I definitely wasn't on the pill, but the thought of him filling my tight little pussy up with all of that thick white cum had my whole body on fire as I felt myself start to fall. “I want you to! Please, come inside my tight little college girl pussy, Mr. Weaver! Fill me up with your cum!"

He
roared
as he slid his big dick as deep as possible inside of me, and I suddenly gasped as I felt him
throb
deep inside of me. I let out a wailing, high-pitched moan as I came, my whole world shattering around me as I felt the first hot spurts of his cum squirt deep inside my fertile young body. He growled as he kept pumping me, his thumb rolling my clit around as I came for him as squirt after squirt of his cum filled my pussy up the brim.

With a gasp, we came to a stop, his cock twitching one last time inside of me. Slowly, as my brain came back down from whatever planet I'd just gone to, I could feel myself start to grin. I looked up into his eyes, seeing him smiling right back at me with those perfect blue eyes and those incredible lips.

Suddenly, a light went on in the bathroom upstairs in my house. "Oh,
shit!
” I leaned up and kissed him. “I need to get back inside!” He nodded slowly, his eyes burning right into mine, and I moaned a little as I felt him slowly ease his big cock out of pussy. I could feel his cum and my juices begin to trickle out of me, and I giggled at the sensation.

I started to open the door, but he reached over and grabbed my arm. I moaned as he kissed me roughly, his lips bruising mine and his hand holding my jaw. Slowly, he pulled away, leaving me breathless. “When are you going back to school?”

“Tomorrow morning,” I said quietly.

Tyler nodded, his eyes still fiery and blazing into mine. “I need to see you again.”

I could feel a shiver run down my back as the thrill of his words hit me, and suddenly I was nodding as I felt my heart climb into my throat. “I want to see you again too,” I said, nodding my head slowly.

“In Boston,” he growled. “I’ll come see you, or something.”

“I think I’d like that,” I said quietly.

“You should get inside.”

I nodded, biting my lip and giving him one last look. "Thank you, Mr. Weaver,” I whispered, leaning over to kiss him quickly before slipping out the door..

“Hang on Christina,” I turned back to see him grinning at me with a kind of hunger out the passenger window, my panties in his hand.

"Oh, no, I told you to keep those, Mr. Weaver" I blew a kiss at him, feeling a shiver run down my spine. ”Our little secret" I whispered, before turning and heading up my driveway.

*****

Later, after he'd driven away and I'd showered and climbed into bed, I let the full glow of what'd just happened wash over me; I'd just
lost
my virginity.

I was calling Anna before I even realized it.

“Hey, what’s up?

I froze at the sound of her voice, feeling my face go hot. Suddenly for some strange reason, what I’d done felt like some sort of betrayal, even if I didn’t quite know why. I guess pat of it was that we’d done so much together as a unit over the years, and had so many “firsts” together, that me going ahead and doing this just felt like I’d left her behind.

Like I’d abandoned her.

I took a deep breath and frowned. “Oh, nothing, just wanted to see what train we wanted to take in the morning.”

Later
, I thought, as I slid into the covers. I’d tell her later.
 

Chapter 10

Tyler

Holy shit.

The reality of what’d just happened didn’t even really hit me until I closed the back door to my house behind me.

Christ, I just took Christina Ames’s virginity in my car
.

I could feel the blood still pounding in my ears as I lurched across the kitchen to the liquor cabinet, slamming a glass on the counter and filling it three-fingers deep. I slugged the whiskey back, the fire of it searing down my chest as I quickly refiled the glass.

I took a breath, holding the glass at my lips and staring into it. Yeah, that’d just happened. This wasn’t some fucking amazing dream, I’d
really
just felt my barely legal neighbor’s mouth on my cock before I’d sunk it balls deep inside her.
 

I’d been her
first
.

I finally let the grin I’d been holding back spread across my face as I shook my head and took a slow sip of the Irish in my glass. I felt like a teenager again, coming back from his first time getting laid. I felt like I was walking on air, or like I’d been giving a shot of something to get me lifted. I mean, there’d been a
lot
of women over the years, but I literally couldn’t remember feeling the way I was feeling there in that kitchen after any other girl.

And the thing is, I was still hard. I was standing there in my kitchen feeling like my head was going to fly off from all the wild shit going through my head, but I was still
rock fucking hard
for her. I wanted more. I wanted her on my cock right there, moaning into my ear again, her honey running down my balls and her soft supple body rocking against mine.

Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. I mean what was I going to do, head back over there?
“Oh, hey Bob and Helen, it’s your pal Tyler from down the street. I was just coming over to go head upstairs and fuck your daughter’s sweet sweet college pussy again!”

Right.

I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out the panties she’d given me, feeling the blood pound in my veins as I held this forbidden token of what had just happened. Jesus, I wanted to put these on
display
. I wanted the world to know that she was
mine
; that I’d claimed her.

She was
perfect
. Utter Goddamn perfection. And it wasn’t just the rush of taking her for the first time, or of knowing I was her first like that. It wasn’t just that she was so fucking young or that the forbidden taboo of our age differences got me hard like I’d never been.

It was that she made me feel
alive
. I was standing there in my kitchen feeling more alive than I’d been in, well, a long damn time.

And I needed more. I
had
to have more of her. I needed to explore every pristine inch of her body with my mouth, run my hands over every smooth expanse of skin, and slide my cock
deep
into that impossibly tight, silken pussy again.

I had my cock out and those panties of hers wrapped around it before I even knew it. My cock that was still sticky from claiming her virginity, wrapped in the panties she’d last worn before I’d taken her innocence. And all I could imagine was her face when she’d come for me as I blasted my cum across the kitchen floor.

Yeah, I needed more, and I needed it fucking
now
.

Chapter 11

Christina

I made it four whole days before spilling the beans.

I couldn’t help it. I felt
awful
every time Anna and I were alone together, which was
most
of the time seeing as we were roommates. And I still couldn’t figure out why I felt so damn
guilty
about not telling her, or about losing it without telling her to begin with. But it was there, like this hot little coal sitting in the pit of my stomach.
 

It was a Thursday night when it happened. We’d finished any work we’d had to do for Friday classes, and now we were slumped on our beds across from one another, idly watching a romantic comedy on the T.V. perched on Anna’s dresser. We were drinking cheap wine that she’d managed to smooth talk out of a younger cashier at the smaller grocery store off campus with apparently lax rules on checking ID’s.

And I don’t really know what brought it out of me. Maybe it was the over-the-top romance of the movie on the screen, or the wine going right to my head. But I made it about one plastic cup’s full and twenty minutes into the movie before I suddenly put my drink down, took a deep breath, and looked right at Anna.

“I have to tell you something.”

She turned, her loose hair tumbling across her face before she pushed it back behind her ears and furrowed her brow at me. “Everything o-”

“I lost my virginity.”

Her bright blue eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. “
What?
”

I bit my lip and looked down. “
Yeah.
”

“Chris! Who?! When?!” She scooted to the edge of her bed, leaning forward to try and peer into my face. “How am I
just
hearing about this?” She said, giggling excitedly.

“Um, it’s...” I took a deep breath. “It’s sort of complicated.”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s just inserting tab A into slot B, dude.”

I rolled my eyes, bringing my eyes to her briefly before looking back down at the floor. I still felt that weird guilt about keeping this from her, and for even doing it in the first place without telling her.
 

“Okay, you
really
can’t tell anyone, okay?”

Anna snorted. “Chris, who would I possibly tell?”

“No one,
okay? It’s sort of this...this
thing
.”

Anna frowned. “Christina what are you talk-”

“It was Mr. Weaver, last weekend when we were home.”

The room went utterly silent but for the movie credits song playing quietly on the television.
 

"Holy shit, girl," she whispered, sitting up in her bed a little more. "Where? At his house or something?"

I swallowed thickly and finally forced myself to look up and face my friend, feeling the guilt clutching at my gut. “In his car, parked outside my house."

"
WHAT?
" Her jaw dropped and she brought a hand to her mouth.

“I wanted to tell you!” The words tumbled out before I could think about them, my face crumpling a little. “I- I didn’t know what to say, and I know we were both waiting, and- and-”

“Hey,
hey!
” Anna leaned forward and put a hand on mine. “We’re not joined at the hip or anything, you know,” she said with a grin. Suddenly her face went tight. “Wait, oh my God, did it just, like,
happen
?" Her face went pale. “Oh my God, honey," she hissed out. “Was he
inappropriate
with you?”

I laughed quietly. “Um,
no
, nothing like that.” I look up at her again quickly. “I sort of instigated it, actually.”

Anna bit her lip, her face flushing a little and her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh my
God
, you seriously had
sex
with Tyler Weaver?”

I nodded quietly and she squealed. “Holy
shit
, Chris!” She flopped back on her bed, whistling and shaking her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t
tell
me this!”

I groaned. “I
know
, I know.” I made a face. “Sorry.”

Anna laughed. “I’m just giving you
 
hard time you know.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I dunno, we do everything together thought, and I guess I just imagined us losing it together.”

Anna’s eyebrows shot up and she grinned. “My,
my
! Buy a girl a drink first!”
 

I blushed bright red. “Oh my
God
, you know what I mean!”

She laughed, her face still flushed as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Okay, well since we’re
finally
talking about it, I need details. Now.”

Her voice sounded shaky with excitement in that giddy way she got when she got excited. It was just another one of those mannerisms about best friends you pick up over the years, like how I knew she knew I played with my hair when I got nervous.

I felt the heat creep hotter into my face. “I- I..”

“Does he have a big dick?”

“
Anna!
” I hissed, feeling my whole face go bright red.

She giggled. “
What!
Oh c’mon, don’t ruin the hot rockstar stud fantasy I have about him.”

And there it was again. Anyone else in the world saying something about fantasizing about Tyler and I’d have probably gotten a spike of jealousy, but I didn’t feel that way when Anna said it.

I took a deep breath. “Yeah,” I whispered quietly, biting my lip to stop the grin.

Anna’s grin spread across her face. “Yes?”

I could feel my pulse roaring in my ears. "Remember the time we looked at those porn pictures online with the guy with the
really
big dick?"
 

Now it was Anna’s turn to blush.

"Ok, Mr. Weaver is
at least
that big."

She gasped, her mouth opening in this little “oh” shape and her cheeks going pink. And suddenly, I could feel a shiver of something
hot
and something naughty run through my body. All of a sudden, I was thinking about the car, and Mr. Weaver, and how he’d felt. I started to think about pulling his cock out of his pants, and how
wet
I’d gotten just putting my mouth all over him.