Driving Lessons

Chapter 4

 

I was upstairs when Marianne honked the car horn. It was 6:30, not seven and she sounded impatient.

In just a minute I was out of the house and she had the door open for me, her sitting in the driver's seat, running the engine fast. She sped away as soon as I shut the door.

"Just so you know, I don't date juniors. I'm doing this as a favor for Candy." Marianne faced straight ahead.

"Nice car. Candy said you'd teach me to drive."

"Just so we get this straight. I don't date juniors, this isn't a date. Understand?"

"I know we're not dating. You're giving me a driving lesson."

"What we do tonight, your driving lesson as you put it, is not to be discussed with anyone. No one is to know about this or anything we do."

"Candy—"

"Candy's the one exception. But if you start blabbing I'll make your life utterly miserable. You'll wish you were never born."

"If you don't want to do this you can let me out here."

"What are you talking about? I'm just laying the ground rules. If you could slump down in your seat."

If she didn't have a sort of smile while all this was going on I'd have taken it personally. "Sure. Candy said you'd like to go to a movie."

"No movies, nowhere public. I don't date—"

"Juniors. I know." I slouched in my seat. "This better?"

"Lower." She was really grinning now.

Lower it was.

"We're going out of town for your lesson to a place I know. No traffic. In the country. No cops. You've never driven before? At all?"

"Never."

"Okay. This is an automatic so you won't have to worry about managing a clutch when you shift. It'll be easy."

"Even for a lowly junior like me?"

"Maybe. We'll see. It was easy for me." She didn't glance in my direction.

What I was watching was her legs. She'd pulled her skirt up and it was a nice view.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"A little. I understand now why you don't date juniors."

It was a bigger grin now. "You'll do okay. I have a real date tomorrow, so no lesson. I'm not sure about Sunday. I'll call you. For sure Monday and Tuesday next week. If you need to drive a stick shift, you'll need to find someone to help you there."

"I was hoping to meet Candy at ten when she leaves work."

"We'll see how you do."

"Thanks again."

"Wait until I yell at you five hundred times for being an idiot. You want to reserve your thanks until later."

"No. Thanks, for sure. This is great."

"We'll see. If you're completely incompetent you can't expect me to keep this up, can you?"

"I'm a junior, but I do okay."

"We see in five minutes. I hope this isn't one of Candy's elaborate jokes." She turned and smiled at me.

"Candy's a joker all right."

"Candy's a joker and a good friend. Don't hurt her."

Now things were serious. "I'm doing my level best not to."

"Good. We're almost there."

There was a country road. She parked the car and we changed seats. She showed me pedals and how to shift and how to aim the car which all of a sudden seemed awfully huge. I took a deep breath, turned the key, and started a car for the first time in my life. It was awfully loud. I crept forward and in spite of or because of Marianne's injunctions not to wreck her car I did okay.

After an hour I was ready to quit. It wasn't as easy as it looked, but I didn't think it'd be impossible for me to drive. What was pressing at the moment was an urgent need to take a piss.

Marianne was taking us somewhere else for another lesson. It was getting dark and this road seemed to go on forever with no houses for the last couple of miles.

She stopped the car by the side of the road. I could hear a creek nearby. "Now for the second part of your lesson."

"I need to take a break for a minute."

"Not here. There's a blanket in back." She reached across me and took a flashlight from the glove compartment. "Follow me."

She got out, turned on the flashlight and waited. I grabbed the old Army blanket and followed her and the light.

She seemed to know the path well. We walked for five minutes; she stopped. "Here we are. Leave the blanket and go do what you need to do. I'm keeping the flashlight."

"Okay." I found a spot and let loose. When I got back she was lying on the blanket. Naked and on her back. There was mystery because the lit flashlight was lying by her side. She was mostly in shadow. "Look," I said.

"Candy probably didn't tell you about this part. If you want lessons, you have to please me. Six times, preferably with your tongue. Definitely not with your doohickey."

"I understand. You don't date juniors."

"Brian, you look decent enough and aren't smarmy, but a girl has to protect her reputation. Consider it an honor. Make it quick and not a chore and I'll return the favor. Fingers for fingers, mouth for mouth. Some liberties are acceptable, some most definitely are not. In return I'll take your seed in my mouth and swallow, with pleasure."

"I've never done this before."

"I guessed that. Doing it right isn't hard." She picked up the flashlight and shined it at me. "Take your clothes off. I want to see what you look like."

I'd never fantasized about Marianne. I'd never fantasized about anything like this at all. I couldn't see her face as I undressed, couldn't tell what her impression of me was. I stood there naked with the light on me, my dick hard as a rock.

"Okay. Now you take the flashlight and point it here." She directed the beam, taking my hand.

Just like the driving lesson, she explained things well. What was where and what it did. Eventually I got to turn the key.

I used my fingers first, feeling the little nobbin and the folds of skin. When I touched her she stiffened, didn't relax until my tongue took over.

I was surprised at the taste, the intimacy of our position with her soft thighs brushing my cheeks. The first time came some minutes later and she made me stop. Her fingers touched my hair briefly.

"Okay. Again."

After the second time it seemed like she was at a point where she was extremely jumpy. She was moving under my tongue and raising her pelvis. I wasn't keeping count, I'm not sure she was. We had been rolling about, my face pressed to her, my tongue deep in her and then back to her happy little knob. My arms and hands were everywhere. Wrapped around her or, far above me, holding her full breasts.

She pushed at my head. "That's enough. Stop."

I raised up on my elbows looking on her. The light had been turned off before I started. Her body's amazing landscape was lit by the stars and the moon.

"My turn," she said after a while. "Kneel at my head."

I crawled to the spot, my fingers on one hand trailing across her.

She took my prick and held it above her face, my knees by her ears, facing her feet.

"Lean across me and use my mouth like it's a cunt."

She took me as I bent over and I'm afraid I was excited that first time. I plunged once, twice, my face over her cunt, my body arched over her and plunged three times, one two three, the last as deep as I could go into her mouth and exploded with a silly little squeal coming unexpectedly from my lips. As she drank I teased her nub with my tongue and lips. She came another time; we'd rolled onto our sides, my dick lying damp against her cheek.

I must have fallen asleep because I came to with her kissing me. It wasn't the same at all as kissing Candy. She tasted raw and wet and lush.

She pushed me away. "You need to get dressed." She wiped her face on her panties, tossed them to me to do the same and dressed. The flashlight didn't come back on until we were ready to leave.

"I'll tell Candy," she said, "that you show a modicum of promise." She grinned at me as she stuffed the panties into my pocket. Then she turned and led the way back to her car.

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