by Jamie Knight
When the trebling subsided, I guided my sweet Nina up into a sitting position and gave her my cock. She accepted with grace and immediately began sucking me off with what can only really be described as aplomb. I took gentle hold of her ponytail to keep her from hurting herself as she sucked and hummed, nursing the cum from deep in my balls.
The load was bigger than even I expected, flooding into her mouth in a mighty torrent. Yet my young lover was undaunted, taking down every drop with sweet relish, giving me a lick on the tip of my cock when she was done.
Kissing her softly, I returned her to her back, Nina spreading her legs wide as she went.
“I’m going to put your legs up, okay?”
She nodded excitedly, her smile warming my heart. If only that were enough.
“Say it,” I coaxed.
“I want you to put my legs up and fuck me,” she said, eyes flashing with desire.
With Nina laying perfectly still, I got her ankles up onto my shoulders and stroked the head of my cock against her pussy to get her ready. I wanted to kiss her, but the position wasn’t quite right. I contented myself with stroking her belly as I pushed inside, Nina rising and gasping with my initial thrust. She was still unbelievably tight, and I took care to go easy on her. Despite the rising urge to pound her until she screamed. She was putting her trust in me, and it was something I took very seriously.
“Harder,” she gasped as I pumped her sweet pussy.
“You sure, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes, f-fuck me hard. I want to feel it.”
Taking her at her word, I shifted the position slightly, so I could get all the way inside her and picked up speed. I still wasn’t going to just start slamming her and slowly worked up to it. Giving her time to adjust before I really went for it.
When it seemed Nina was ready, I put a hand over her mouth, just in case, and started fucking her hard. Pounding her wet pussy until she screamed, the sound muffled by my gentle hand. She was still panting and moaning when I took my hand away. Carefully, I withdrew from her, so I could kiss her. Nina wrapped her arms around me, and we kissed like true loves. I could tell the difference because it was unlike anything else I’d ever felt before. Like I might actually, literally die if we were ever separated.
Zipping up my jeans, I helped Nina get her clothes back on. I kind of felt like a jerk, keeping dressed while she had been stripped bare, but that was just how things had turned out, and she didn’t seem to mind much.
We started eating again like we hadn’t just done what we’d done. Not that we were ashamed of it. At least I wasn’t, and Nina didn’t seem to be either. More that it was something private that only we knew about and didn’t need to be said. We both knew what’d done and what it meant.
We were almost finished eating when it happened. Halfway through our pie, Nina set down her plate, tears glistening in her eyes. I was about to ask what was wrong when she held up a hand to stop me.
“W-we can’t do this anymore,” she said, looking like it was absolute torture.
I wanted to say something. Something that would ease her obvious pain and make things better, but before the right words could come, she picked up her bag and ran off. I gave a moment’s thought to going after her but decided against it. Better give her space and let her tell me what was going on in her own time. I had no idea where this insight had come from, but it seemed like a good idea.
Chapter Nineteen - Nine
Chad kept his distance. It was surprising and a bit disconcerting to have a man actually listen to me and respect my wishes. Which only made me love him even more. I loved him so much it hurt. It wasn’t anything to do with him that made me run off like that. Not directly anyway. If anything, I was really proud of him for what he’d managed to do and respected him deeply. Trouble was, I doubted my family would see it that way.
To them, he would be just a working-class brute trying to soil their perfect little princess of a daughter. I hoped that Auntie Blair was right, and I wouldn’t have to go home if it came down to it.
Legally Daddy couldn’t make me go back. I was an adult and able to make my own decisions. Problem was, he didn’t see it that way, and he had lots of ways outside the law to get what he wanted. He had most of the law enforcement officials and judges in his pocket anyway. If he wanted me back, I had to go back. If I defied his wishes, I wasn’t sure I would be able to live without my family or if Chad would be able to live at all. It would look like an accident, of course, nothing linking it back to Daddy. It would probably take dental records to even know that it was Chad.
Despite the circumstances of our parting, I thought about Chad often. I wondered if he thought about me. If he missed me.
Dread crept in like a gathering fog. It was the first time I’d gone to work since the fateful picnic in the park. Though that was only the day before, it felt longer than that. Pain had a way of extending time like nothing else.
“Are you okay, babe?” Auntie Blair asked, pulling over a reasonable distance from the garage.
“Not really,” I said, getting out before she could reply.
The guys were there outside the door as usual. I had to admire their dedication. It was more than a few weeks into the program, and they were still there before either Chad or the pro mechanics. I pulled my baseball cap down, expecting them to ignore me.
“Hey, Nina,” Eric said, sounding strangely friendly.
“Hi,” I tried, the shy girl in me coming out again.
“Do you know anything about transmissions?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Great. We’ve got a VW with a weird transmission. Barry thinks it needs rebuilding, but I’m still wondering if it’s the fluid.”
“Did you check the fluid?” I asked, feeling like a tech support worker who asked if the caller has tried turning it off and on again.
“That’s the thing. We don’t actually know how to do that.”
“Oh, okay.”
Chad avoided my gaze as he came to open the shop. I tried to do the same but found my eyes irresistibly drawn to him. I must have been punishing myself on some level.
Getting Dale to distract Barry with a different problem, Juan and I snuck out the back to the VW. Doing the set up for a proper transmission check, which mostly involved switching gears between dipstick checks, we worked together to find out that the fluid was dangerously low.
“Knew it,” Eric grinned.
We went back into the shop casually, no one seeming to notice except, of course, for Dale, who gave a conspiratorial wink.
“Nina,” Will called from across the shop, “where you been?”
“Helping with a diagnosis,” I said honestly, hoping I wasn’t in trouble.”
“Really, what was it?”
“Low transmission fluid,” I said, feeling more confident.
“Nice, come look at this, yeah?”
“What’s the problem?” I asked, peeking into the open hood of an old Toyota.
“Major water leak. Not sure where it is, though.”
Going to the vending machine, I got a water bottle, poured it into the system, and looked under the car with a flashlight to see where the drip was. Within minutes, I had the hose replaced.
“Good job,” Will said, patting me on the back.
It was a little weird. While having no problem with such shows of affection with the other trainees, it was the first time Will had done it with me. Probably getting past the taboo and possible concern about me being a girl. It was a simple thing but still helped me feel like I was one of the guys, being accepted as part of the shop crew.
The day ticked by as I didn't both my work and helping others with theirs. When lunch stuck, I honestly hadn’t really noticed. I was having so much fun.
“Want to come to Bucks?” Eric asked, putting on his fashionable leather jacket, which only looked slightly silly in the Texas heat.
“Sure, but only if Juan can come too.”
“Sure,” Eric said with a casual shrug.
What a gang we must have looked — the six of us in our overalls and boots clomping down the street.
“I-I don’t, that is I really can’t afford —” Juan stammered.
“I got you, buddy,” I said, patting him on the back.
“Thanks,” he whispered, his cheeks turning crimson.
I knew it was vain, but that blush combined with his reaction when I first tried to talk to him made me wonder if I was the first girl to touch him. He seemed pretty shy, so it was perfectly believable, as well as a social handicap, I understood all too well.
“Oh, the year was 1778,” Eric sang.
“And I wish I was in Sherbrooke now,” the crew responded tunefully.
As we marched in formation toward a well-deserved lunch, belting out “The Last Of Barrett's Privateers,” I’d never felt so happy.
I thought about my rich bitch friends in Terrell Hills. Probably the main reason I’d insisted so vehemently I wasn’t one to Chad. I really didn’t want him thinking that of me. They were so vain and vacuous I could hardly stand it. I dreaded every party or function Dad would drag me to, so I could ‘make friends.’ Only with the best sort of people, of course. Though in my estimation, they were some of the worst.
I hated getting all fancied up, like a living doll, and having to pretend to get along with people I loathed. I’d always wanted to wear jeans and T-shirts or jerseys like I did at the garage. Daddy caught me trying on a baseball cap once and nearly flung it across the store like it was a live grenade. But here, I felt for the first time in my life that I could really be myself and have real friends. People who really liked me the way I truly was. I didn’t want to give that up, or the love I’d found with Chad.
Chapter Twenty - Chad
I’d heard about heartache second hand but never really thought I would feel it. Or the strange things it could make me do. I felt like a creeper, watching Nina via the security camera. Even though I didn’t do anything sleazy like zoom in on her at all. I was well past seeing her in a purely sexual way. She was still super sexy in my eyes, but there was a lot more to it than that. I’d come to feel for her on a level I’d never really thought possible. The video creeping was mostly, so I could see her again, even from afar. As well as to see if she might be considering talking to me again. Even though I’d really have no way of knowing that just by looking.
I really was going slightly mad.
From what I could tell from the video, Nina was doing a lot better in the shop. The guys really seemed to be accepting her as one of them, which made me feel really good. It was nice to see her thriving, even if it wasn’t with me. Still, I held out hope that she might come around after she had time to work things out.
I gave myself a good slap and decided to focus on work. I couldn’t let my infatuation with Nina let me get sidetracked. Things were going well, and I wanted to keep them that way. I got so engrossed in work I barely noticed that, as usual, I was the last one at the shop. Actually, make that second last.
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Nina was alone on the shop floor, rearranging the tools on the rack. Just like she did when she was waiting for me. Was she waiting then? Could I afford to take the chance that she wasn’t? Deciding that I definitely couldn’t, I got up and walked as casually as I could from the office. Hoping I wouldn’t be too far or too late.
She turned as I approached, though she didn’t move. Either toward me or away. I was nearly to her before she spoke.
“C-can we stop acting like silly kids?” she asked.
I was tempted to point out that she was the only one acting like a kid but stopped myself, knowing that it wasn’t exactly true.
“Sure,” I agreed, “there’s a show I think you’ll like, and I’d like to take you somewhere nice.”
“Sounds great,” she said.
Out of nowhere, she got up on her tip-ties, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Nothing to lurid. Just a closed-mouth smooch on the lips. Almost innocent in its purity, which felt nice in a whole new way.
Going our separate ways for the moment, I tried to figure out what I would wear somewhere fancy. Most of my closet was full of matching T-shirt and jeans sets that, while weird, saved a lot of time. I was reasonably sure I had a suite somewhere. It was just a matter of finding it.
The suit, it turned out, was a dead end. I should have been able to guess that by the fact it had been nearly a decade since I’d worn it. Searching the recesses of my memory, I recalled that the suit had been safely stowed in a suitcase subtly slid under the bed.
With the care of an archaeologist, I excavated the dusty artifact. The suit wasn’t in much better condition. Fortunately, it was black and just needed a good going over with a lint brush. It even had a button-up shirt and thin white tie included as part of the entire combo, saving time and trouble. I was nothing if not organized.
“You look great,” Nina said when we met outside the garage an hour later.
I wanted to say something. Something charming, or failing that, at least remotely cool. Any of which was made very difficult by the fact that my jaw had quite definitely dropped.
I had seen such dresses before. Though only on billboards and such. Never on a real, breathing girl, standing right in front of me. Nina looked genuinely ravishing. The dress concealing, hugging, and showing her perfect body in just the right ways.
“Wow,” I said.
“Thanks,” she beamed.
“Must have been really expensive,” I blurted, realizing as I said it, I’d made a mistake.
“Oh, stop it,” she said breezily.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
John had told me about the show, hinting it might be the kind of thing Nina might like. This was before the last picnic, but it still seemed like a good idea. Mainly as I already had the tickets. The show was a revival of Noel Coward’s Easy Virtue. As we sat in the dark, listening to Texans approximate the Queen’s English, I felt Nina stroke my hand. Apparently, she made her mine up. I was happy but would have been happier if I’d been so decisive.
I knew it shouldn’t bother me. Everyone was different, after all. Though I just couldn’t help but wonder about her past and if we could ever really understand each other. It was hard to believe we could really ever have much in common, given our obviously different childhoods.
Nina was still giggling as we left the theater, both her arms wrapped around me. With only a bit of trouble, we got into the truck and drove down to the restaurant. My truck standing out in the parking lot like a sumo wrestler in a kindergarten. It wasn’t on purpose, but I saw right up Nina’s dress as she got down from the truck cab. Her lack of underwear immediately became apparent as my cock turned to stone in my pants.
“Oh, Daddy told me about this place.”
I was reminded once again who she was, as well as her family. I wanted to ask her about it but didn’t want to upset her. She clearly wasn’t comfortable talking about money and, despite my frustration, I didn’t want to upset her. I was just starting to get her back. I knew her family was wealthy. Her dad’s gas stations were all over the place. Though I was beginning to wonder how rich.
I got a better indication when the food came. Nina taking up her knife and fork in the traditional way, holding her knife in no way like a pen. Which was more than could be said for my clumsy ass. It wasn’t a problem until I started attracting attention from the surrounding customers, who seemed to be deeply offended. Wealthy people could be really weird about the littlest things.
Nina held out her hand and, after realizing what she wanted, I gave her the knife. Switching which hand the knife and fork were in, she also showed me how to hold them. I couldn’t help but smile. We were already beginning to teach each other things.
Visions of grand balls and diamond tennis bracelets were fox trotting in my head as I drove Nina home. In no way sure how I felt about it all. Except the
biggest surprise was yet to come.
Far from a palace, her aunt’s house was a plain rancher in an ordinary neighborhood. Some touches like the black brick walkway looked really nice but could have easily been DIY projects added later.
“Get your tushies in here,” someone called.
“Serious?” I asked.
Nina nodded. “As a firing squad. You don’t tangle with Auntie Blair when she uses the ‘t’ word.”
Hopping down to the freshly paved road, I helped Nina down out of the cab. We walked hand-in-hand toward the house. Nina and Blair kissed on the cheek before Nina disappeared inside the house.
“Have a good night,” I said, though not sure to whom.
“Come in for some coffee,” Blair insisted.
“I have to get home and—”
I couldn’t finish my sentence. Nina’s Aunt Blair looked at me in such a way that I didn’t want to do anything else but stay there for some coffee.
The house was odd but charming. Artifacts and knick-knacks were on every available surface. My attention was caught by a massive dream catcher in the living room window —not the marker of wealthy elegance.
Nina squeezed my hand as I sat down beside her at the small kitchen table. I squeezed back, resisting the urge to kiss her, wanting to spare sweet Nina the potential embarrassment.
Suddenly I remembered what Nina said about being an only child. Not that she always was but that she was now. Like she’d had siblings but didn’t any more. Short of a serious disownment, I wasn't quite sure how that could be. Unless the sibling in question had died. I was even confused and curious than I’d been before.
“Milk, ice cream, or nude?” Blair asked when the coffee was brewed.
“Sorry?”
“In the coffee. She calls black coffee with vanilla ice cream a peasants cappuccino. Nude is the same as nothing in it,” Nina explained quietly, as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world.