Mechanic Next Door

by Lauren Milson

  I come up for air, everything inside me shaking and vibrating.

  “Fuck Thomas, you’re going to make me come if you keep talking like that.”

  I put my hand on his balls and pull them slightly, making his finger go back up to my clit. When I suck, he pushes farther. When I can tell he’s close, he slides one finger inside my pussy and one inside my ass. A third grinds down hard on my clit and the feeling of hot fullness is too much to take.

  I massage his balls and his hand guides my lips up and down his cock faster, faster, until he freezes above me and fucks me with his hand, all of his hot, thick spend shooting out as he flicks my clit to make me come.

  “Fuuuck,” he groans out, pushing my head all the way down. I feel myself spasm and nearly collapse from the convulsions rocking through me. I swallow all of his hot spend, a feeling of pride and wonder spreading through me.

  And when we’re done, I finally collapse into my seat and Thomas drives us home.

  12

  Thomas

  I toss Peach down on my bed and pull her shirt over her head, unbutton her shorts and yank them down to crawl between her legs with nothing but her little black thong between us.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I say, bending her knees up to throw them over my shoulders. I yank her panties to the side and pounce on her hot, wet young pussy, putting my mouth over it to kiss before I swirl my tongue around her clit and drive two fingers inside her.

  “Thomas,” she screams, her back arching off the bed. Her ass digs into the sheets and I slowly fuck her with two fingers. “I don’t know how you’re going to fit inside me.”

  “That’s why I’m going to go slow at first, but after that you’re in for the ride of your fucking life.”

  I hop off the bed and shove my pants down and strip my shirt off, throwing all my clothes in a pile on the floor. Then I kneel between her legs where I belong and stroke my cock a few times at the incredible sight.

  I put my pulsing tip on her clit, painting her with a little of my precome. One finger goes into her pussy and I slid my dick up and down her clit, making every little ridge and valley of my throbbing heat warm her up so she’s as soaked as possible.

  Grabbing her hips, I flip her over and bring her to her knees, spreading her cheeks apart and making a long, broad lick from her pussy up to her ass. Once there, she moans and shakes under the feeling of my tongue sliding over her tight, puckered hole. I put my hands on the globes of her cheeks and give them a squeeze, pushing my fingers in.

  I flip her over again and get on my back, pulling her onto my lap to straddle me. I intend to give her some time to warm up, but instead she grabs my dick and puts it at her entrance, slowly impaling herself with it.

  “Well fuck,” I groan as my dick slices into her young virgin pussy. “Oh yeah baby, there it is.”

  “Thomas!” she screams.

  The tip pushes up against something deep inside her and there’s a break, a pop, and I know I just took her sweet little cherry away from her. It’s mine now. I’ve never felt so damn proud.

  She’s got my dick in a vice-lock, rocks back her hips, rises up and slides back down the pole. She puts her hands on my pubic bone to balance herself, riding up and down my dick like she’s a girl riding a saddle at the rodeo.

  “Thomas,” she moans, her brows knitted together in the center. “You’re too big.”

  “Does it hurt, baby?” I ask her, taking her face in my hands and bringing her lips to mine.

  “A little,” she complains against my lips.

  “I didn’t know you were going to jump right on and fuck me like a porn star the first time you got some in you.”

  She pushes herself up again, riding me slow like a goddamn champion. Her fingers crawl up the back of her head and she shakes her long blonde hair out, one hand then coming down to her perfect round breast and pinching a nipple.

  “Move your hips, girl,” I groan, taking her ass in a bruising clutch. “That’s it, fuck me like a goddamn porn star. How did you learn these moves of yours?”

  “I’ve seen plenty of porn, Thomas. You did call me your little bad girl, didn’t you? Well it turns out I’m just as bad as you think. Badder, even.”

  “So this isn’t from practicing?”

  “No Thomas, you know you’re my first. The only practice I’ve ever had was sliding a vibrator inside me and calling it your name.”

  The dirty words coming out of this angelic mouth are almost too much to take.

  “You keep riding my dick nice and deep and talking like that and you’ll be making my balls erupt inside that tight little pussy.”

  “So you like how I’m doing it?”

  “Fucking love it, Peach,” I say, my hands roaming over her body, up to her breasts, until I put a finger inside her mouth. I fuck her pink, thick lips with my finger and she takes my wrist in her hands, sucking hard on middle finger.

  “I had to look at porn because you wouldn’t let any guys near me,” she says. “Wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Only wanted it to be you.”

  “Christ,” I groan as I watch her bare little pussy ride up and down my dick. “It’s a miracle how good we fit together.”

  My cock is glistening with her pure, clear juices.

  “Still think it’s too big?” I ask.

  “No baby,” she moans as I drag my hand from her mouth down to her clit. I pull out of her briefly, with only enough time to flip her onto her back and drape one ankle over my shoulder.

  “I’m going to give you the fucking you need right now,” I warn her, driving my cock up inside her. She screams and I pull her to the edge of the bed, one leg still up on my shoulder and the other wrapped around my hip. I slice through her once, twice, then a third time, and my balls draw up on the edge of release, her pussy swelling and throbbing around me. “I am going to come inside you unless you stop me.”

  “Thomas, I want you to,” she whispers as I crush my lips down on hers. “Oh god, I’m…”

  I paint a kiss on her lips as I drive into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt. She screams out her release as I unleash inside her, my lips fastened against hers and my cock exploding to paint her insides with my hot come. A deep, long shudder breaks inside her chest and I pull her close to me.

  13

  Peach

  I wake up to warm, perfect sunlight streaming through the window. I roll over with a smile on my face and when Thomas isn’t there, I remember that he woke me up softly some time this morning to tell me he had to go into work. I sit up in his bed and rub the sleep from my eyes.

  Not that we did much sleeping. I pull my knees up and put my elbow there, my palm finding my cheek. I can’t believe the stuff he did to me.

  I never would have dreamed he was such a beast in the sheets. Such a dirty talker. I’m in for a real treat. I always imagined sex with him would be mind-blowing just because of who he is and how much I love him, how long I’ve wanted him.

  This was…hm. I laugh to myself a little. I was naive.

  This was on another level. He drew things out of me that I didn’t know were there. Little sexy things. I knew I’d love to be on top, his hands roaming over me, his hands guiding me, his hands helping and loving and exploring me. But I didn’t know I’d transform into a cowgirl riding his big dick into the sunset.

  I laugh at myself. This is all too much.

  Swinging my legs around so my feet find the floor, I slide my feet into the slippers I know he likes to use around the house. I think the last time I was in his house was six months ago now, and when I was here he wore these slippers around. I should do the same. I go to the bathroom to fix myself up a little before going downstairs in some sweatpants and a tee I was able to find in his dresser. It’s when I get downstairs that I realize I don’t have my purse with me, which means I don’t have my phone with me, either.

  I go to the kitchen to call his cell from his landline. When there’s no answer, I feel a knot tie up in my throat. He always answers.
On the first ring, in fact. I hang up and punch in my number. Maybe someone at the bar took my phone home with them last night instead of leaving it behind.

  “Hello, Thomas?” Ronnie answers.

  “No, it’s Peach.” There was a thread of tension in her voice when she answered. “Is everything alright?”

  “Yeah,” she says, “yeah, everything’s fine.”

  “Um.” I realize this is a little awkward for both of us. I’m realizing it’s now clear why I’m calling from Thomas’ house phone. I don’t care, though. In fact, I’m happy for the awkwardness if it means I get to be with Thomas on the other side of it. It’s just another little reminder that I have him. “Sorry for being weird. Have you talked to Thomas today?”

  I pad over to the living room and grab the remote, flipping the channels absently.

  “No, I haven’t been able to reach him yet.”

  When I flip past the local news my heart freezes in my chest and the knot in my throat gets tighter.

  “Sorry Ronnie, I have to call you back.”

  I hang up and toss the phone on the couch behind me, my legs nearly giving out under me as I fall to a seat on the edge of the couch.

  “A wreck around eight this morning has left the interstate backed up for three miles. Sources state a driver fell asleep at the wheel and veered out of his lane, causing a ten-car pile-up. There are no fatalities but four passengers were air-lifted to Watson General.”

  My hand flies to my lips and my hot tears erupt in my eyes. With a shaking hand I grab the phone and dial Thomas again. It rings several times before going to voicemail.

  I call the garage, but there’s no answer there either. I don’t know any other of the guys’ numbers by heart. I take a deep breath and exhale, but when my lungs empty I collapse to my knees and put my face in my hands.

  Those miles of interstate are the ones Thomas uses to get to work. He was there. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I can feel it in my bones.

  “Thomas,” I cry softly, my chest heaving under the weight of confusion and panic. “Please, please Thomas. Just be okay. Please. I love you. I need you.”

  14

  Thomas

  “Dammit,” I mutter as I speed onto the freeway, using the off-ramp to merge on from the opposite direction. I got the call to come down and assist in the efforts to clear the freeway and tow a car that was damaged back to the shop. So far I haven’t heard of any fatalities, but I reach into my pocket to grab my phone so I can check in on the status. I want to be mentally prepared. My heart already feels sick at the thought someone could have been seriously hurt - or worse.

  And considering the manner in which Peach’s parents passed away, I’m not looking forward to telling her where I was all morning.

  After digging into my pocket and finding that I don’t have my phone, I check the other pocket and the console between the seats. An uneasy feeling hits me square in the chest as I realize I must have left my phone behind. I check my rearview mirror. Ray is behind me with his tow truck and ahead of me is a state trooper. A police cruiser with its sirens blaring parts the lanes of cars facing me and a few other rescue vehicles and a cop talking into his phone is setting up orange cones to block off the ramp.

  It’s confusion without the chaos. When I pull onto the shoulder, facing a line of cars head-on, I stick my head out the window to survey the damage.

  “What’s it look like?” I ask a trooper approaching me.

  “It looks like some damn good luck,” he says, shielding his eyes from the veil of the sun. “No fatalities. Follow me, I can show you what we’re working with.”

  I exit my truck and follow him closely, taking inventory of the scene. When I see a boy of about nine or ten with a brown bowl cut and a Transformers tee wiping tears away from his eyes, I break away from the trooper and jog toward the boy.

  “Hey, hey,” I say to him. There’s a female officer trying to console him but all I really see is the tears in his eyes. I get down in front of him and offer a smile.

  I stand up and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, turning to the officer to ask what’s going on.

  “He was in the car with his parents,” she says to me, leaning in with a hushed voice. “The boy walked away but his parents weren’t wearing seatbelts. They were hit from behind and pushed into the bumper of the car in front of them which caused the airbags to deploy and crushed the front of their car pretty bad. They’re being extracted from the car right now.”

  I crane my neck to see where she’s pointing. A few firemen are using a hydraulic rescue tool to aid in getting them out of the front seat. I give the boy’s shoulder a squeeze and cast a tight-lipped smile to him.

  “Does he know what’s going on?” I ask the officer.

  “I told him they’d be okay.”

  “Hey,” I say, crouching down so I can see the boy face-to-face, “your parents are going to be just fine, okay?”

  He turns a panicked glance to his right.

  “Hey, listen up,” I say softly, taking his hands, “they’re going to be okay. I’m going to give you my phone number so you can call me if you want to talk. Alright?”

  I realize it looks a little odd for a man in his upper thirties to be talking to a child in this way, but I don’t care how it looks. I just want him to feel like someone’s going to be accountable for telling him things are going to be okay. I know his parents will likely be in constant contact with the cops for the rest of the day, but still…it just feels right to tell him someone else will be there to talk if he needs someone.

  He takes out his phone and I give him my number as Ray comes over to me.

  “Hey,” he says, “Ronnie called me. Said Peach was trying to find you. Said she sounded very worried. You should call her.”

  He hands me his phone and my heart leaps into my chest.

  “Fuck,” I say, pounding in the number for my house phone. I turn away from him and plow a hand through my hair as I bring his phone to my ear. It rings once before she answers.

  “Hello?” she exhales.

  “Peach, it’s me. I’m so sorry. I didn’t have my phone with me -“

  “Oh my god, you’re okay,” she cries. “Thomas, I saw the news and I thought something was wrong. I thought…”

  “No honey, no,” I tell her. I rub my chest to try to stop my heart from beating so fast. “I’m fine. I am so sorry. I’m coming to you right now.”

  “Thomas,” she cries with a whisper. “I thought I lost you for a minute there.”

  “No, baby no, Pea. Never. It’s going to take a whole damn lot for the universe to pull me away from you.”

  “I love you Thomas,” she sobs.

  “I love you too. Stay right where you are.”

  Peach is sitting on her front porch when I turn onto her street. As soon as she sees me she rises to her feet and jumps out of her chair. Her feet hit the grass of her lawn and she runs toward me.

  I pull over to the sidewalk and throw the door open. She throws her arms around my shoulders. I kiss her. I hold her. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest.

  “It’s okay Pea,” I whisper against her hair. “It’s okay. Everything is good. Everything is good.”

  I press my lips to hers and kiss her fiercely. I hold her. I pull her against my body. I push my tongue into her mouth and she pushes hers into mine. Her tears stain her cheeks and I brush them away before they can reach her lips.

  I exhale deeply, a long shudder breaking through my chest.

  “I love you,” I whisper against her lips before taking her face in my hands and looking into her eyes. I search them, and all I can see in them is us. “Peach, will you marry me?”

  Now she takes my face into her hands and bruises her lips against mine, wrapping her arms around me slowly. With determination. With courage. With boldness. With love.

  “Yeah, I’ll marry you,” she whispers as she pulls away softly.

  I throw the door of my truck closed behind me and scoo
p her up into my arms. I don’t know whether I should take her to my place or hers. It doesn’t matter, though, because they’re both ours now.

  “I used to think I wanted you to live next door forever,” Peach says to me, eyes bright, lips pink, cheeks flushed.

  “I don’t belong next door,” I tell her. “I belong with you. You belong with me. And that’s all there is to it.”

  I put her down on her feet, grab her hips and throw her over my shoulder, striding toward my house. When I get to the bedroom, I kick the door closed behind me and toss her onto my bed.

  And I kiss her. I put my all into the kiss. I strip her clothes off and take my lips away from hers as little as I can manage. I throw my clothes off as she kisses me, I cover her body with mine, I wrap my arms around her and she wraps her legs around me. And as I drive into her and she takes my face and kisses me with passion I’ve never known, we start to make love, make noise, make fun and security and safety and pleasure together in our own little corner of the world.

  And as the sun’s rays stream through the window of my simple little bedroom in my simple little house, I hold her closer than I ever thought possible.

  “I’m going to make this your home, love,” I whisper against her lips.

  “I love you,” she whispers as a smile plays. “And I think I’m already home. Anywhere with you is home, Thomas.”

  I kiss my love and breathe.

  Peach

  Two Years Later

  We exchanged vows on the dock.

  We exchanged vows with all of our friends in attendance. The whole town came out to celebrate our love and witness our devotion to each other.

  We didn’t even send out invitations. We had the pastor from Thomas’ childhood church officiate. We didn’t plan on having anyone there with us. We planned to have the little ceremony and then take the pastor out to a nice dinner and then shake his hand and go on our own little way.