Twice Driven (53 page)

“
Every
way, always,” I growled as I kissed her again, claiming her mouth hard enough to bruise. I slid my fingers from her slit, and she whimpered before I grasped my dick tightly in my hand and push the fat head down to her pussy. She hugged me fiercely as I felt the thick head push between her velvety folds, slipping deeper to press hotly against her opening as she moaned into my chest.

I pressed her back against the wall as I slid into her, and she gasped much louder than she probably should have as I inched my thick cock deep inside her impossibly tight pussy.

My hands went to her ass, and she moaned as I lifted her up. Christina wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as I held her like that against the wall with my thick cock just barely inside of her, poised to slide deep and fill her up to the brim.

Two of the showers turned off, and the whole room got suddenly quieter. Christina and I froze as we heard shower stall doors opening, and then I felt my pulse jump a little as we heard two
voices
out by the sink counter.

“
Oh my God, they live down the hall from me!
” Christina hissed into my ear, her pussy tightening around my cock head as the two girls outside started chatting about whatever it was they were doing for the evening.

“I’m not sure we're going to be able to-”

She gasped and bit my shoulder as I suddenly grinned and sank my cock balls deep into her tight, silken cunt. Jesus, she felt like sweet heaven as her fingers clawed my back while my cock slid all the way inside of her.

I groaned as quietly as possible, my cock throbbing deep inside of her small body as I held her like that, pressed against the wall of the shower stall with her legs wrapped around my body.

The girls went on talking as I slid halfway out of her before pushing right back inside, making her moan again. Hot, steamy water poured over us, and I began to rock back and forth, sliding my big dick in and out of her tight little pussy as she clutched at me and tried not scream.

"Y- you're incorrigible, Mr. Weaver!” she hissed into my year as I slowly pushed my cock deep into her.

"Would you rather I stop?" I said darkly into her ear before my lips dipped to her neck, nipping at the skin there and making her gasp again.

“Never.”

We began to rock like that, faster and faster as the hot water steamed down over us. Her nipples, hard like two little pink pebbles rubbed deliciously against my muscled chest, my hands squeezing her ass as I nailed her to the wall with my cock.

The girls were still chatting by the sinks, but it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet.

"
God
, you feel so fucking good, honey." I growled into her ear. One of my hands dipped lower, my fingers teasing over her stretched lips to tease the skin where we met. “
So
fucking tight, baby,” I whispered deeply into her ear, making her shiver.

"You like that tight pussy, Mr. Weaver?” she whimpered out, milking my shaft with her muscles and making me groan as I pushed in deep. "Do you like how my tight, barely legal, eighteen year old pussy feels stretched so tight around your big dick?"

I growled hungrily and slid into her roughly, making her gasp out loud.

"Everything okay in there hon?" I heard one of the girls out by the sinks suddenly say.

"Uh-huh!" Christina said loudly, biting her lip to stop from crying out as I began to fuck her harder and faster against the wall; bouncing her tight little body up and down my thick shaft. "Water just got hot for second!"

I could feel my cum boiling in my balls, and I was losing my ability to keep that quiet. And I knew any minute then that I was going to go crashing over that edge and roar out as I pumped her teen pussy full of cum, regardless of who was still in the bathroom listening.

Their voices suddenly drifted away, and the door to the showers closed. I growled loudly as I bucked up into her, making her moan.

"Wait! Tyler!” she hissed, her eyes wide as she whispered as quietly as she could. “There's still another shower going!"

I grunted as I pushed every inch of my cock into her. "Do you care?"

She gasped at my words, whimpering and making these little mewling sounds as I stated to fuck her hard. “
No!
” she moaned out, loudly - loud enough that I
know
the girl in the other stall heard.

We gave up caring then about whoever was listening, and she started to gasp and whimper loudly as I
 
thrust up into her, my thick shaft grazing her throbbing clit with every thrust as I fucked her under the shower spray.

We began to moan and gasp like that, no longer even caring that someone was listening, and in fact, maybe even being driven on by it. As I fucked her, I
swore
I heard a small sound, maybe even a
gasp
come from the other running shower stall, and I gritted my teeth and felt my cock surge inside of her as I wondered if our hidden audience was doing more than just listening.

"I'm gonna come soon, baby!” Christina whimpered out.

My grip tightened on her ass and my thrusts got deeper and more powerful. “Fuck, me too, honey.”

It made me feel a little guilty but all I could think about was this other mystery girl
listening
to us fucking in the shower. I thought back to the time before, when Christina had quietly asked Anna to stay and watch. I thought about how hot it'd been, spreading her wide open and filling her with my fat cock while her hot little friend watched and fingered her wet pussy.

"Do it!" Christina husked out, not even caring that some other girl on her floor could totally hear us. In fact, it almost looked and sounded like she was
hoping
the other girl was. ”Come inside me, Mr. Weaver! Fill me up! Shoot your cum right up inside of my tight little pussy, baby!”

And with that, I lost it. I roared, not giving a shit who listening as I felt the cum explode out the head of my cock. I slammed in deep as I felt her clench down tight on me and let out a long, wild moan as she came while I pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her fertile young and forbidden pussy. Slowly, the two of us ground to a halt against the wall, until only the sounds of the water spraying across our bodies filled the room.
 

The other shower shut off suddenly, and we could hear the girl inside dash out; the sounds of her bare feet pattering across the tile floor with a gasp before the door to the bathrooms shut.

I chuckled, holding her tightly to me. "I think you're going to get me in trouble here,” I grinned, kissing her deeply.

"Are you
kidding! I'm
the student here! You're going to get me kicked out of school!” she teased back, kissing me. I knew neither of us cared about the girl who'd clearly heard us. In fact, I could see pretty clearly on Christina’s face that knowing she was there was what had sent her crashing over the edge.

"We should probably get changed; I think Anna’s going to think we left for dinner without her,” she giggled, moaning softly as my cock slipped out of her as I gently put her feet back on the ground.

"Well, my
clothes
are still in your dorm room, so I doubt she thinks we got far.”
 

Christina blushed, realizing we were going to have to waltz back into the room and to Anna together wearing only towels.

"Hmm, well, nothing she hasn't seen before I guess, right?" She stuck my tongue out at me and then giggled as it was
my
turn to go red in the face.

"Besides, she won't care." She grabbed her towel from the door and passed me mine. "Now lets go to this fancy dinner you keep promising me, I'm starved.”

Chapter 22

Christina

Tyler certainly didn't disappoint on dinner. The place was
way
classier than any restaurant either I or Anna had ever been to, not to mention
way
out of our college-student budget. But, Tyler was clearly out to impress, and he did so with flying colors.

“So, who's ready for a surprise?” He grinned at us as we finished off our espressos and shared creme brûlée after dinner, and I raised an eyebrow at my crazy hot older lover.

“Me? I guess?” Anna turned to look at me and shrug. “I mean, I think I am?”

Tyler winked at me as the waitress brought his card and check back over to sign. “Trust me, you're going to love this.”

*****

Even if I
hadn't
been eighteen years old, and even if I
had
somehow gotten my hands on a fake ID, I'm pretty sure I still wouldn't be much of a "going out to bars" type of girl. I mean, I'd drank before at parties, but the typical bars that college kids went to were usually loud, obnoxious, and full of drunk boys with terrible lines and grabby hands.

Tyler,
however, was not a college boy, and the place he took us after diner was
anything
but
a typical college bar. The dark brick exterior and the blue neon sign didn't give much away until we were right by the front door.

"Woah, cool!" Anna gasped, as we both suddenly realized where we were.

I stared at Tyler, bemused and totally smitten with where he'd brought us. "How'd you know?" I asked him, nuzzling into his shoulder with a huge grin on my face. It struck me that he and I hadn't quite gotten to that part of our relationship - the "what sort of movies do you watch, what music do you listen to" phase - probably due to the strangeness of our arrangement. I considered him my boyfriend, and he'd called me his girlfriend plenty of times. That he was twice my age, lived a two hour train ride away, and was
friends with my parents
I just left out of the equation in my head.

He arched his eyebrows conspiratorially. “Miss Ames, I think you’ve been working around my house long enough for me to get a feel for what you listen to.” He grinned. “Plus I saw all those Charlie Parker and Monk albums strewn across that mess you call a dorm room,” he winked and leaned down to kiss my ear.

The jazz club was all ages, shockingly, and the doorman let us in with a knowing smirk at Tyler as he led the two of us way younger looking girls into the darkness of the venue.

A band was crooning out some slow stuff when we walked in, and I was instantly transfixed. A waitress led us to a dark, half-circle booth in the back with a great view of the stage and offered to get us drinks. Tyler got a whiskey and shook his head with a grin when Anna asked for the wine list.

We stuck with sparkling water.

"You know, you could
probably
get us drinks and no one would bat an eye,
Tyler
,” Anna said with a little dare in her voice.
 

I recognized her classic mischievous look, and turned to see Tyler laughing. "I guess I
could-”

Anna’s eyes went wide before he laughed and gave her a look. "
But
, I'm not going to." She pouted, making me giggle.

“I think I'm doing
just
about enough corrupting of innocent minds
without
buying alcohol for underage girls, don't you think?" He winked at her before leaning over and kissing my cheek, his hand on my bare knee. “Besides, I have a feeling you’re perfectly capable of getting up to no good without me sneaking you booze, Anna Riley.” She cracked up and I leaned into him, grinning.

Part of me suddenly wanted to tell him the
other
reason I couldn't drink tonight - even if he’d offered.. But it definitely wasn't the right time to spill that, and though I know she'd never say a word, I wondered if Anna was thinking the same thing.

The music was
fantastic
, and as we sat back in our dark leather booth and just soaked it in, I found myself snuggling close to him and just enjoying the moment. I was with the man I was crazy about,
and
my best friend, we were having a great time listening to amazing music, and for the next however long we were here, I didn't have to think at all about the fact that tomorrow he'd be leaving to go back to his life, and that I'd still be here, carrying his unborn and unknown child.

Tyler’s hand was still on my bare knee, below the hem of my skirt. Slowly, as the band oozed into a particularly sultry take on a standard, I could feel his fingers begin to tease my skin as he gradually began to slide his hand higher.

I turned to him, raising a surprised eyebrow at him in the semi-darkness and watching him smirk and shrug at me, before his hand slid even higher on my leg. He was pushing up under my skirt now, and I felt my breath catch. I quickly glanced at Anna, who was thankfully totally engrossed in the music on the stage as I felt Tyler’s hand slide
even higher
.

His finger slid against the front of my panties, and it took everything I had not to moan right there. The pad of his middle finger began to stroke me there, teasing at my panty-covered lips and making my panties instantly much warmer and wetter as my blood began to pump.

I did my best to look straight ahead, watching the players on the stage and toying with my napkin as his big finger slid up and down my slit, stroking me so deliciously through my panties. He began to slide his digit to the side, teasing at the seam against my thigh before pushing under there.
 

I moaned as
quietly
as I could as his fingers moved over my bare lips, pushing deep under my panties and sliding over my slippery folds.