Twice Driven (22 page)

“One week, baby,” I growled. “One week and I’m going to give you every inch as much as you want.”

“You promise?” She whimpered in that cute little innocent voice. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed bright red as she started to slide the toy in and out of herself. “You know, Mr. Harding?” She flashed me a look, the picture of innocence even though she had the buzzing toy buried halfway inside her tight little slit. “I was thinking about trying something new when you come.”

I raised my brow. “Oh?”

“Uh-
huh
...” Chelsea gasped. Suddenly my eyes about fell out of my head as I watched innocent little college girl Chelsea bring the toy out of her slick pussy and suddenly press it against the tight ring of her ass.

I had officially died and gone to heaven, I was fairly sure.

“I want to try you
here
, Mr. Harding,” She moaned, pressing down with the toy and
slowly
easing it against her virgin ass. I mean, the toy was
way
smaller than my cock, but the idea of watching it pry open this little angel’s ass was such a debaucherously dirty thought that I actually had to stop stroking before I came right there.

She went slow, and haltingly, but then with a gasp, the head of the toy popped into her ass. I groaned loudly as she whimpered on camera, her ass clenching around the silver toy while her other hand rolled her clit around and around in her fingers.
 

“Oh my fucking
God
, Mr. Harding!” She gasped, her breath coming in gasps and her chest heaving and bright red. “It’s
so
tight!” She let out another moan. “And it feels
so
fucking good!”

I was gritting my teeth at that point and doing everything I could not come right on the spot as I watched her start to slowly fuck her ass with just the head of the toy while she played with her clit. “Oh, God,
Jake
, baby, I’m...I’m gonna come! Are you watching me Mr. Harding?”

She was babbling then, her whole body starting to shake and her lips trembling as the orgasm started to take her. I could feel my cock throbbing in my hand, and even if though what I
truly
wanted to do right then was bury it to the hilt in that pussy and let loose a torrent of cum, I was
not
going to complain about coming while watching my little angel fuck her as with that toy.

“Oh
fuck
, Jake! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” Chelsea started to gasp louder and louder on my screen, her moans filling my study by way of the speaker system. “I want to watch you come, Mr. Harding! I want to watch you come while I do!”

With a roar, I grabbed the tiny little thong from my desk and wrapped it around my cock. The lacy black thong of
hers
that she’d sent me as a thank you for the new camera and toy. I growled at the feel of the silky material on my cock as I watched, and I knew I was moments away from exploding.

“Oh
fuck I’m coming! I’m coming, Mr. Harding!
” Chelsea’s whole body started to shake as her orgasm started to tear through her. “Come in my panties, Mr. Harding! Fill my panties with your cum like you fill my pussy!”

That did it, and as I watched the barely legal girl on camera come with a loud moan, the toy in her ass and her fingers strumming her clit, I erupted into her panties.
 

“So, just another week, right?” She said, grinning and blushing a few minutes later after we’d caught our breaths. She’d slipped her t-shirt back on in case her roommate came back, but her face still
screamed
sex, not to mention I’m sure the whole room smelled
amazingly
like her delicious pussy.

“Just another week, honey.”

“Good, because I have a surpr-” She stopped herself and shook her head.

“What sort of surprise.”

“Nothing,” She shrugged, like it was nothing. “Nothing; it can wait.”

Chapter 21

Chelsea

“Hey.”

Jake’s voice sounded distant on the phone; strained, and like he was distracted by something.
 

“Everything okay, Jake?”

He sighed in response. “Chelsea, about next weekend.” He paused again. “I can’t come.”

I felt my heart sink as the smile on my face from his call slowly faded.
What?

“It’s a bad time, honey.” His voice sounded edged; sharp and truncated.

I could feel myself slumping into the chair, my hand pushing my hair back out of my face as I took a deep breath. “No, no, that’s okay, I understand.” I mean the man worked full-time for himself; I got that he had to push himself work-wise sometimes, right?

“Well, maybe next weekend?”

Jake sighed again. “It’s just bad timing is all.”

It still felt like he wasn’t saying everything, like he was holding something back or was distracted by something else.

“Oh, okay.” I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice, but I knew I was probably failing. “Well maybe we could video chat alter tonight-”

“I have to go, Chelsea.” He said quickly, his voice edged. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

Um, okay.

*****

Except Jake
didn’t
call the next day, or the day after. And on the third day, when my phone still wasn’t ringing, and after I’d restarted it five hundred times to make sure it was actually working, the dark clouds closed in.

Somehow, something had gone wrong, and the worst part was I didn’t know
what
that was. I sulked in my room that whole third day after last talking to him, trying to puzzle things out in my head and see if I could see what I’d said or done. Had he pieced it together from my “I have something to tell you later” comment about what was up? Had he guessed what my not-so-little secret was and decided he wanted out? I mean, I still wasn’t
totally
sure what Jake and I were, even if I knew - or at least was pretty sure I knew - how I felt about him. But it wasn’t like I could
hold him
to me with a baby or something. That was something psycho girls did, I wouldn’t be that type.

But, I wanted him, and I wanted
us
to be an “us”.

I just hoped he did too.

*****

“Honey, whats wrong?”

I’d always thought that mothers had an intuition and a type of sixth sense that I would never understand. Of course, right then, I wondered if maybe I
would
someday in soon; say, in nine months. I smiled into the phone, sprawled out on my bed and watching the snow fall down on the city of Boston outside my dorm room window.

“It’s nothing, mom, just tired is all.”

“Classes? Oh, you’re not getting stressed about midterms
already
, are you?”

“No, mom, it’s really nothing.”

Of course, mom wasn’t buying it. “Boy?”

More like “man”,
I thought. And then, the tears started to fall, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop them.

“Oh, honey!” My mother’s voice soothed me over the phone, but the thought of whatever was happening with Jake and him not calling me back by then had me sniffing back tears nonetheless.

“If he’s no good for you, honey, he’s no good; okay?”

Oh, mom, you have no idea how wrong he is for me.

“No, it’s not that, mom, it’s just...I think maybe I thought it was something it wasn’t.”

I could hear my mother tsk over the phone. “
Well
, it sounds like he doesn’t deserve you then, sweetie.” She sighed. “Well, I know you always make good choices, so I know you’ll be okay, honey.”

Oh, right; good choices.
Good choices like losing my virginity to my way older neighbor, and not using protection, and - oh, by the way - getting pregnant with his child. Those kind of good choices?

“And honey?” My mom cleared her throat. “As long as you’re being
safe
.”

“
Mom!
”

“Look, Chelsea honey, why don’t you come home this weekend?”

I brushed the tears out of my eyes and shook my head. “Oh, I can’t-”

“Why not? You’ve got that free day on Monday, honey.” My mom chuckled. “I checked the campus website, you know.”

I laughed, which was more of a sniffling sound than actual laughter at that point.

“We’ll fly you home and everything, how does that sound?”

“No, mom, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

I could almost
hear
her shaking her head at me. “Honey, we went you to come home for a weekend. You can just come home, sleep in, and recharge a little; okay?”

Honestly, I was feeling better already at that point. And hey, maybe I could figure out a time to talk to Jake and just
tell him
what was going -

“Oh,
honey
!” My mom laughed. “Just
wait
until you hear the latest neighborhood gossip.”

I felt a lump form in my throat. “Oh?”

“Guess who’s trying to patch things up?

And just like that, I felt my heart
drop
. I knew right then before she even said another word what she was going to say, and it felt like being stabbed right in the heart.

“Wait, what?”

“Jake and Lenore!

The lump in my throat grew bigger, until I could barely swallow it down. “Jake’s trying to get back with Lenore?” Just saying the words out loud stung.

“Apparently! Well, maybe its the opposite, but that’d be so nice wouldn’t it?”

“Mom she
cheated
on him!”

My mother sighed. “Now, honey, thats not our business.”

Well it was MY business!
And just like that, the idea of going home sounded like the
worst
idea in the world.
That’s
why he hadn’t come to visit; it’s why he’d blown me off. He’d had his fun with the young naive girl; he’d gotten what he’d wanted. And now he was going to patch things up with that
wench
of an ex-wife!

It hurt so bad that I winced, squeezing my eyes shut to try and block the whole scenario out of my head.
 

“Well
too late!
” My mom laughed, obvious to the thoughts of hurt and betrayal rushing through my head. “I just bought your ticket!”

I winced again, ribbing my eyes with my hand and feeling my heart sinking through the floor.

“Well, guess we’ll see you Friday, honey!”

Wonderful.

Chapter 22

Jake

“Dammit, why are you here, Lenore?”

It was the fourth fucking day in a row of her showing up here; the six-month pregnant, crazy ex-wife. And one guess why she was suddenly darkening
my
doorway?

Because she’d stepped out on the
new
guy - you know, the one she cheated on me with - and he’d caught her. So, no
he
was gone, and here she was looking for a damn handout. Or to get back together, or something equally as ridiculous that I’d spent four days trying to get out of my life.

I didn’t
hate
Lenore - I’m not that kind of guy. But I knew we’d been wrong for each other on every level. And now? Shit, now there was Chelsea. Jesus, Chelsea who I’d been ignoring like an asshole for days because I just had to
deal
with this whole Lenore crap first. I knew I should’ve just told her, but I also just didn’t want to bring her into all this garbage. She was above petty shit like this; like some sort of damned angel that I didn’t want to sully with my old baggage.
 

I’d meant to call her for days after I’d first told her I couldn’t come visit, because I’d known from that hitch in her voice that she was probably devastated. Shit,
I
was pretty messed up that I couldn’t come. But I hadn’t wanted to go there with this cloud hanging over me. I needed to settle this ex-wife crap and get her out of here before I could give everything to Chelsea that she deserved. So yeah, I’d
meant
to call her, and then when I finally did, she’d stopped answering.
 

Great
.

Lenore was giving me the same sob story again, like there was some big misunderstanding about her new guy coming home and finding her with yet
another
guy in their bedroom. Right, I could totally see how someone might misconstrue that one...

She started to yell, and I put my hands up on her shoulders to stop her. “Lenore! Jesus!” I growled and shook my head, scowling. “For the last time, get off my damn porch.”

And just then, the car pulled into the driveway;
Sarah McKenzie’s
car. And just as it pulled past me, my whole heart suddenly dropped out as I realized who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Staring at me, with my hands on my damned
ex-wife’s
shoulders on my porch.

Chelsea.

Fuck, I couldn’t imagine what she thought seeing that. Actually, by the smoldering and broken look she flashed me from the car, I
could
imagine what she thought, and it was nothing good, that’s for sure.

Fuck
.

I whirled back to Lenore as the car drove up the rest of the driveway and narrowed my eyes at her. “I’m going to tell you this one more fucking time, Lenore. There is
nothing
for you here, got it? Look, you need money and don’t want to admit to your parents why you’d be asking?
Fine
. Your deadbeat new guy bailed?
FINE
.” I drew myself up, my face stony and my fists clenched at my sides. I had to settle this
now
so that I could go explain everything to Chelsea.