Driving Lessons

Chapter 6

 

My father looked at me but didn't say anything as I rushed out to Marianne's car. While we pulled away I could see his face peering down at us, the curtain pulled aside, the window glass' glare partially obscuring him.

Marianne didn't speak, drove efficiently; again we were leaving town but this time going along the river. When she found the right spot she stopped the car and we changed places.

This was an area with no traffic. I drove and was starting to feel relaxed until Marianne wanted me to talk to her and drive at the same time. "So, Brian, do you have any bad habits?"

"Uh, not really. I don't think so."

"Other than liking pretty girls?"

I didn't look over but could imagine her. She had a certain smile when she was pleased. Her tongue was just visible behind barely separated teeth.

"Is that a failing?"

"Depends on who they are, doesn't it? One might seduce you into, I don't know, robbing a bank, killing your parents, doing all sorts of despicable acts. Become a compulsion. You're doing pretty good, about ready for traffic. A mile up the road is a parking lot. We'll practice parking before letting you intermingle."

I gave a nod.

"You're supposed to ask me if I have any bad habits."

"Do you?"

"This is truly a secret. Don't tell anyone, not even Candy. I like to get drunk and when I get drunk any inhibitions go out the window. You know, like being choosy. It can be embarrassing."

I was thinking about this. I think she was warning me but of what I wasn't quite sure. "I don't think I've ever been drunk."

"Never puking, wish you could die, everything won't stop spinning drunk? I'd probably be safer with juniors but I don't date them."

I was still thinking.

"Go ahead and ask anything. If I don't want to answer, I won't. The parking lot is your next right. Take it slow and easy. Here's a question. How many girls have you slept with? Done stuff with, including Friday night?"

"Three."

"I'm one of them?"

"Yes."

"I'm honored but you need more experience. Me? Turn here. With men? Since you're asking. I don't really know. Fifty, a hundred? Probably more. Pull into one of the spaces."

I bumped against the concrete curb and stopped the car.

"We'll check in a second. So this week you're my chaperon. Providing company, solace, and making sure I don't imbibe. Except next weekend. I talked to Candy. It's okay to let go of the wheel and look at me."

She was leaning against the door, facing me.

"I talked to Candy and you and I are taking a trip next weekend. You'd better make up a convincing story for your parents. Leaving Friday after school, returning Sunday night. You'll get in some highway driving and we'll have fun. We're going to the college I want to go to. Maybe you'll get laid."

I was sitting in this car with a truly beautiful girl and her toes were stroking my leg. I wasn't sure I wanted to go anywhere next weekend.

"So serious? Candy and I decided Tuesday's your big day with me. Aren't you lucky? We'll do it in an honest to god bed at a place I know. I'm running out of things to say."

"I'm kind of nervous when I drive. I'll be back in a second."

"Check how you fit in the lines. You'll do okay. Once you've done everything a hundred times or more. I've been told I'm a good lay, Brian."

I still didn't know what to say. "I'll be back in a second."

I found a spot and taking a piss felt really great. Coming back I saw I wasn't exactly in the lines but not too bad for a first time.

"Park a few more times. We're going to a Dairy Queen and you'll drive and park and thank god the insurance is paid up."

When we were back on the road Marianne slid across the bench seat next to me. "Both hands on the wheel." Her hand rubbed my leg, passed over my crotch. "Some guys like to be sucked off while driving. Keep your eyes on the road now."

"Marianne?"

"Drivers must put up with all sorts of distractions and not let them distract. I'm sure you can do it. Keep your eyes on the road."

"Marianne, please don't. Not right now."

"Later then." She gave a squeeze. "Promise?"

"Anything you want."

"What I want is a bottle of tequila and ten horny men. We'll have a good time at Dairy Queen but it just won't be the same, will it?"

Her hand was still squeezing my crotch. "Marianne, you're a great kidder. Everybody knows Dairy Queen is better than sex."

"Only more sex is better than sex, kiddo. So you have a question to ask me, don't you? A little traffic, hey. Keep on your side of the road and maintain a decent speed. We'll survive this. I promise you. The question?"

"What question?"

"What are you supposed to ask women?"

"You too?"

"Of course. So ask it. You're cute. You're all worked up and you're hoping I won't notice. So ask me."

"How then do you masturbate?"

"That's a good question. I'm glad you asked. I usually do it privately but sometimes I let people watch. You'll get to watch. I lie on my back, use my finger, this one," she poked me, "on my clit and circle it, not rubbing it."

"Sorry."

"You did fine. I like to lick my finger first. Things are going to be interesting up ahead. You're going to make a left into the Dairy Queen, find a spot to park. That's usually not enough for me, I need to be filled. Two fingers from my other hand." She waved fingers in front of me. "In my cunt. I like it hard and fast. File that away for Tuesday when you get to lay me. So sometimes I use something else instead. A bottle, a hairbrush handle. When I really want to go to town there's something in my butt, also. Take the turn slow. That's it. Next time, I forgot to tell you, use the turn signal. I could do that for hours. Find a spot to park. We'll be doing that for hours, after your treat in the driver's seat."

I turned off the car and turned to Marianne.

She said, "I'll order but you're paying. I need your wallet."

She was smiling, not with her tongue, but a real smile. I pulled her close and kissed her hard.

I let go and she slid back away, closer to the door. "Yes. Well. I know what you mean. Tuesday is entirely too long to wait, isn't it?"

"You'll survive."

She swatted me and left the car.

Later, after the driving lesson, she did show me, using two coke bottles, just like she described, except she said beer bottles were better, liquor bottles the best. All that was after she blew me in the driver's seat, the first of three. She said I needed to work up my endurance. I told her she should stop being so damned pretty, which she liked.

She said I was good for her, which I liked.

I drove back part of the way at night. She took over and we stopped at a pizza place we both knew. Candy sat down with us and before ten Marianne left but not before she and Candy went off to discuss matters.

On our walk to Candy's home after work we kissed, so I guess she got a good report. There were never any questions, Candy wasn't curious that way. We sat on her porch for a while and talked.

Apparently Marianne and I were going shopping Monday and Candy wanted a full report afterwards. Me, I was tired. I got home a little after eleven, my dad still awake reading downstairs. He looked up and went back to his reading.

Upstairs in my room I took the money Candy had given me out of my shirt pocket and put it in my wallet.

I liked Marianne a lot but I'd noticed desperation in her voice earlier today. I didn't want her to be hurt and I didn't want to be the one to hurt her.

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