Twice Driven

  “So I’ll call my mom to pick us up Friday night after class?”

  I looked up at Anna’s voice. “Hmm?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah, not thinking about Tyler Weaver at all, huh?” She grinned as she brought the book back up. “Guess you better pack a spare pair of panties.”

  I threw a pillow at her as she convulsed into giggles.

  Chapter 8

  Tyler

  “Another beer?”

  I glanced at the near empty bottle in my hand and shrugged at Bob. “Yeah, why not. Thanks, man.”

  “You bet.”

  Bob Ames wasn’t the type of guy I’d ever thought I’d be friends with. For one, he didn’t have a musical bone in his damn body. I mean the guy owned fucking Enya CD’s for Christ’s sake. In any other world, or if I was still the guy I used to be, we’d be neighbors who smiled and said hi, and that’d be it. But he and I clicked when Rebecca and I had moved here. The accountant with shit taste in music who liked watching cspan, and the former rock star with a platinum record; buddies.

  Getting older is strange, man.

  But Bob and Helen were good fucking people, especially after the whole Rebecca thing had started to unravel. Helen was an attorney, and even thought I had my own guy on retainer, she’d definitely done a lot during the filing process.

  Which, I might add, made the fact that I’d jerked off into their daughter’s panties even worse. It was like this weight on me whenever we hung out now.

  Not, of course, that it stopped me from thinking about Christina. And I still did, weeks after that whole incident. Fuck, she was all I could think about. I’d even had some guys I used to know from the road call up wanting to take me out and get me laid - get my mind off Rebecca. Except my mind was off Rebecca.

  The problem was, it was firmly on my sexy, off-limits, barely legal college-girl neighbor.

  “Here you go, bud.”

  I jerked my head up as Bob came back out onto the front porch with beers. “Thanks.” I frowned. “Hey by the way, where’s Helen tonight?”

  “Oh, didn’t I tell you?” He beamed at me. “Christina’s coming home for the weekend, she’s off picking her and Anna up at the train station.”

  Holy fuck.

  I could feel this raw sort of energy roar thought me. And of course, it was right then that the car turned into the driveway, headlights washing over the two of us up on the front porch. It pulled up the driveway, and as I glanced over the railing, we suddenly locked eyes.

  Fucking hell, the girl that I couldn’t get off my damn mind, the one I’d been jerking my cock to literally every night since that day was right here.

  The car shut off and she opened the door and stepped out.

  Fuck did she look good. She looked better than good. I mean, I thought girls were supposed to go off to college and come back looking like they partied too hard or didn’t sleep enough. Not her thought. Christina just looked fucking amazing, like she had this glow about her or something. Yeah, she’d been this flirtation with temptation before, this fantasy angel that got my dick rock hard.

  Now? Fuck, now it was worse. The second she stepped out of that car, I could feel the world blur away around me as she flashed a big wide grin at me. She was in jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, but God did she look every damn inch as sexy as she had in that bikini in my backyard. She was all bounce and pep, all lively and young. She was wicked temptation, standing right in front of me.

  She bounded up to the porch and hugged her dad before turning to me. “Hey Mr. Weaver!” She said it with this little sparkle in her big blue eyes, and I almost couldn’t find my damn voice to say hi back. I felt like some dipshit teenager, getting all fucking tongue-tied over a girl. I mean what the fuck? I was more than twice her age, there was no reason for me to get all dopey like this around her.

  Except I knew why, and it had to to with me blowing a load every night since she’d left thinking about her.

  *****

  “So, school’s good?”

  Bob and Helen had refused to take no for an answer after asking me to stay over for burgers in the backyard. Yeah, like I needed much convincing to have an excuse to be around Christina.

  She grinned as put down the glass of water in her hand. “Oh my God, we’re having so much fun!”

  I growled inside at her words. The idea of her and Anna having “so much fun” with all those college-boy jackasses suddenly had me seeing red. The idea of any of those pieces of shit getting to lay their hands on this perfect creature - getting to taste her, or getting to fuck her - had the rage boiling up inside. I felt possessive, and animalistic, like I needed to mark her and make her mine.

  You’re being ridiculous.

  I forced a smile to my face, nodding as kept telling us all about school and classes, and living with Anna. Jesus I needed to go before I started acting like a total weirdo. I’d never even touched this girl - it wasn’t even a damn option, actually - and she had me like that, all twisted up inside. I’d never had girls on the road get me this hard or stick in my brain this much, and there had been a lot of girls.

  I slugged back the rest of my beer and sighed. “Well, I should get going and let you all play family here.” I smiled at Bob and Helen. “Thanks so much for dinner, guys.” I turned and grinned at Christina. “Welcome back to the neighborhood, Chris.”

  She blushed, just a hint of it, and I had to shake my head as I forced myself to stand.

  “Hey is it okay if I run over to Anna’s real quick?” Christina said quickly.

  Bob chuckled. “Separation anxiety?”

  She rolled her eyes. “She’s got my phone charger.” She stood from the patio table at the same time I did. “I’ll walk you out!” She said with a cute little smile at me.

  We were at the bottom of the driveway, about to walk in separate directions, when I said it before I could stop myself. “Hey, listen, if you or Anna want to come over and use the pool this weekend, be my guest.”

  Her eyes flashed at me in the twilight, that cute little blush washing over her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly, biting her lip. “I might.”

  I wanted to reach out and slide my hands around he waist. I wanted to yank her against me and crush my lips to hers and claim her mouth. I wanted to tear those jeans off of her, rip her panties off, and taste that teenage pussy. I wanted to bend her over and bury every inch of my cock inside of her until he honey trickled down my balls.

  You need to get the fuck home.

  “Well, come on over any time.”

  She smiled and started to walk away, with my eyes following every small sway of that tight little ass as she went.

  Chapter 9

  Christina

  Anna was out doing something with her mom the next afternoon, but Tyler’s offer to use that glassed-in pool was too good to pass up.

  I wore my bikini under a skirt and tank top as I made my way up the driveway and around to the back of the house. And I was just coming around the corner when I could hear him swearing.

  I froze, and for a brief, hot second, I had a flashback to hearing him swear like that before, that time when I’d walked in on him. Slowly, I peaked around the corner, and I actually felt disappointed when I realized he was fully clothed. He swore once more into the phone in his hand before he dropped it onto the patio table, shaking his head.

  "Is everything OK, Mr. Weaver?" I said, stepping through the door to the pool area.

  He looked up, as if startled to see me. His gorgeous blue eyes instantly went to the bare expanse of thigh on display for him beneath my small little skirt, and I could see him struggling as he practically physically dragged them back up to my eyes. "Oh- yeah, yeah honey everything's fine. Just- you know, just fuckin’ divorce shit."

  He'd never actually sworn around me, and I grinned as he realized what he'd said. "Sorry" he smirked, raising his eyebrows. “Potty mouth.”

  I giggled, “Oh that's okay, Mr. Weaver, I don't mind swearing." I grinned at him
. "I am an adult you know.”

  “Yeah I noticed.” He said it gruffly. I could see his eyes flash for a moment with something before he quickly coughed and looked away. “Uh, yeah, so, pool is all yours.”

  I bit my lip, feeling my pulse jump from what he’d just said. “You...do you want to join?”

  I could see that same flash in his eyes that I could only describe as hungry, and it made my whole body shiver as I felt it pierce right into me.

  “No, thanks. I gotta get some work done.” He cleared his throat quickly as he dragged his eyes back to mine. “But you go enjoy.”

  I could see his jaw tighten again as his eyes dipped across my body before he flashed me a grin and headed inside.

  God was I wet.And it was just from that look too. That piercing, smoldering grin of his that had my pussy buzzing and my nipples hardening under my bikini.

  I swam quickly to cool off, doing laps back and forth across the pool until I felt my arms and legs screaming at the exertion. I climbed out and sank into one of the pool chairs, feeling my pulse thumping quickly in my ears and my breathing heavy as I panted from the swim as I closed my eyes and let the sun slide over me.

  *****

  I didn’t remember falling asleep, but it was dark when I suddenly awoke with a gasp to a hand on my arm.

  “Mr. Weaver!” I sat up quickly, looking around in confusion at the dark sky and the glow of the string lights out by the pool. “Oh my God, what time is it?”

  He chuckled. “Late. Sorry I let you snooze out here so long but I managed to do the same thing on the couch inside.”

  “Holy shit, my parents are probably freaking ou-”

  “I called them and let them know you and Anna were over here.”

  I grinned. “Than-”

  Me AND Anna?

  I bit my lip as I glanced up at him. “Anna?”

  Something seemed to flash in his face as he quickly swallow. “Oh, right.” He grinned and shrugged. “Habit I supposed. Guess I’m just used to the two of you being over here for a swim.”

  I wanted to read more into it, even though I knew how ridiculous that was. I wanted to think about Mr. Weaver making it up that Anna was over in order to ease any suspicions my parents might have about me being over there so late alone with him.

  But that was silly.

  "Listen, I'm- do you want a ride home? I'm going out for a drive anyways, and I'd be happy to drop you off."

  I instantly felt my whole body glow at the offer; I lived barely a half mile away, but a chance to drive alone with him? Uh, yes please.

  “That’d be great. Let me change real quick.”

  ******

  "Sorry again that you had to hear that," He said as he we drove down the block. “The phone thing earlier I mean."

  “Oh, it’s fine.” I gave him my best attempt at a sympathetic look. “It must be hard.” I could feel my pulse start to beat faster and faster, as if the air itself inside the car being alone with him like this was getting me hotter and hotter. I wanted to be sympathetic, but it was hard, mostly because I didn’t at all want to think about him and Rebecca. What I wanted to think about was that day before, and my name on his breath as he came.

  Tyler snorted. “Actually, it’s not.” He laughed and shook his head. “I know I should be all bent out of shape about her leaving like that, but the truth is, I feel great. Shit, I feel the best I have in years, and it’s not some some ‘oh I’m in shock’ thing either, it’s real.” He turned and gave me a grin. “I’m really great.” He frowned then. "Sorry, I shouldn't be telling you all of this."

  "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-"