Twice Driven (13 page)

Chapter 9

Chelsea

I didn't see or hear much from Mr. Harding over the next couple of days. I worried a little that he was avoiding me; that maybe he was embarrassed or no okay with what we’d done the other night in the windows across from each other. And the school-girl crush in me panicked a little that maybe I’d pushed things too far and that now he was going to avoid me until I went back to school and he could forget about having watched his best friend’s daughter come for him.
 

It was especially muggy and hot out on that fateful day -
The
Day - that would change everything. My parents had left early in the morning to take Dennis on the first round of that wonderful experience of awkwardly checking out colleges, and I'd managed to spend the day so far doing not much of anything. But I guess that's what a school break was all about.

My ears had pricked up when I heard the backdoor of the Harding's house slam open, and then my interest was really piqued when I heard the lawnmower start up. Grinning like a shy little school girl, I went to the window, only to grin even wider as I saw a shirtless Mr. Harding pushing the rumbling lawnmower across his backyard. He'd been outside for barely five minutes, but sweat was already glistening on his muscled chest, and I watched almost spellbound as his arms rippled and glistened in the heat as he pushed the mower around.

I'm not really sure what prompted me, but I supposed it was being young, it being hot out, and me feeling especially like I wanted to get his attention again that day. It wasn't like I was trying to "make a move" or anything; again, I guess I was just feeling flirty. But when I went to my dresser and blushingly pulled out the brand new bikini I'd picked out at school with my roommate, I already knew I was probably toying with a line of some sorts.

*****

Out by our pool, I lay a towel across one of the lawn chairs, making sure it was at least partially facing the Harding's yard. I grinned to myself thinking about how much I'd changed in a few months of being away at school. I really was just having fun and being a bit of a flirt being out here like this, but I realized I couldn't even imagine doing something like this before!

Of course, I couldn’t imagine stripping and then playing with myself like some sort of porn-star for the older man next door while he jerked his cock to me, either.
 

The lawnmower was still whining away in the Harding's yard when I lay back with my shades on in my brand-new, white bikini. It wasn't especially slutty or inappropriate or anything like that; not like it was a thong or anything. But, it was certainly a change from the conservative one pieces I'd have worn before.

I relaxed under the glow of the sun, feeling myself sink back into the chair as the world sort of dimmed around me. Actually, I was so zoned out and starting to melt into that sort of sun-trance where I started to think about taking a nap that I never even noticed the lawnmower shutting off.

"You've got sunblock on, right?"

I snapped out of my daze and jerked my head up to see Jake standing a few feet away from me, smiling at me as he toweled his face and neck off with a t-shirt.

"Skin cancer is no joke you know."

I grinned at him, feeling that heady rush I got whenever he was around. “Yeah, I'm coated."

"Good, good. Man, I bet you're glad you get spend most of your time out of Florida and this fucking heat, huh?"

I blushed slightly as he swore. In a way, it felt like un-censoring his language around me was his way of saying ‘yeah, you're an adult now’. It was also us avoiding talking specifically about the other night.

"But school's going well?"

I sat up then, curling my legs beneath me. "Yeah it's fine I guess. It's definitely nice to be home though too; I guess I missed more about Florida than I'd thought I would."

Jake grinned at me and took a seat on the other lawn chair out by the pool. "Stranger things, huh?"

He ran his hand through his hair and toweled off the back of his neck with the t-shirt in his hands. Behind my sunglasses, I stared at him; watching his tanned muscles ripple and glisten with sweat. God he was hot. I thought of that cock I knew he had in his pants; the one I’d seen from afar the other night. Only now, I wanted to see it again;
much
closer.

"So, any
boys
?" He winked at me as he said it, stressing the last word in a teasing way.

I felt my cheeks burn a bit. “No" I said, suddenly shier than I'd meant to say it. “No boys."

"Well, just you wait. I can't believe you're not fending them off by the truck-load at this point."

God
, was Mr. Harding
flirting
with me? I could feel that now-familiar feeling I got around him welling up inside of me, making my skin tingle and my pulse race a bit faster. I grinned and turned my head a little, as if I was looking at something across the yard but keeping my eyes looking at him from behind my dark sunglasses. His eyes instantly dropped to my bikini-clad body, and I felt a hot ripple shudder through me as I realized that he was totally checking me out. His eyes slowly and hungrily traveled down my slim torso, over the tiny patch of material between my thighs and then down my long, tanned, slender legs.

“Especially if you keep up those window shows of yours, you know,” he growled.

I swallowed heavily and turned back to him, the color rushing to my cheeks as grinned bashfully. I guess we
were
going to talk about that.

“Mr. Harding, I’m sorry if- if-” I stammered, trying to collect my words. “I’m sorry if that was-”

“Hot?”

I froze in my words, staring at him and the grin creeping across his chiseled jaw. The very hungry grin.

“Oh.”

That’s
what I came up with in response;
oh
. I mean, what is wrong with me?

Mr. Harding grinned at me. “Look, Chelsea, I haven’t been avoiding..” He shook his head. “You’re Mike’s
daughter
, Chelsea,” he said quietly. “And you’re just a
kid
.”

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as took my sunglasses off my face and looked up into his deep, gorgeous eyes. “I’m not a kid anymore, Mr. Harding. I’m legal.”

I could see his jaw tense up, his eyes flashing at me as just the smallest sound of a growl rumbled in his throat.

“You’re- you’re too young to be playing with fire like this, Chelsea,” he said darkly, his eyes quickly flicking over my bikini-clad body before looking deeply into my eyes.

“I’m old enough, Mr. Harding,” I said slowly, feeling the color blush into my cheeks at how bold and how forward I was being.
 

I could see his eyes flash at me again, his jaw tightening as he stared at me, almost
hungrily
. I knew what I was doing; I knew that I was temptation on a stick, sitting right there in my too-tiny bikini, with my legs curled under me and my tongue darting out to tease my lips. I knew I was pushing it, and being
way
sluttier and more forward than I’d ever dared to act before. But I couldn’t ignore what I felt, or the raw need I had inside for this man.

Slowly, I started to uncoil my legs as I sat up and forward. I leaned closer, closer to Mr. Harding and watching the muscles in his neck tighten as I moved closer to him. My breath came haltingly, my pulse racing inside as I prepared myself to take that next big leap.

And of course, right then is when the house phone rang inside, shattering the moment.

Perfect time for a check-in, mom and dad.

I jumped out of my chair, feeling the flush swell up in my cheeks at what I'd almost just did.

"I got it!"

But as I leapt up and ran around the edge of the pool, I suddenly felt my feet slip and slide right out from under me. Suddenly, as my breath froze in my throat, gravity went topsy-turvy on me as I went toppling over, and everything went black.

Chapter 10

Jake

Fuck, this is not good.

Well, what was
very good
was that I was holding a very wet, very bikini-clad Chelsea in my arms. And the combination of that and watching her smile like that as she opened her eyes and saw me staring down into her face was enough to get my cock hard as fucking stone in my shorts.

And see,
thats
what the “not good” part was.

She grinned in a sleepy, groggy way up at me. "You saved me?"

I chuckled, my body rumbling against hers as I watched her blink and shake her head. Her hands slid up my wet arms, her fingers so dainty against the thick muscles under my shirt, and I had to force myself to ignore thoughts like that before - well, too late, I guess.

"Jesus, you gave me quite a scare there Chelsea. You slipped on the edge and tumbled into the pool; must've hit your head on the way in because you just sank like a rock."

Her eyes went even wider then, those cool green orbs flickering at me and making my heart flip-flop. "You jumped in?"

I had to laugh again. "Of
course
I did.” I watched her blink and wince again, and I frowned. “C’mon, let's get you inside so we can make sure you're OK.” I lifted her up then, cradling her lithe young body easily in my arms as I carried her into her house and into the living room.
 

And I knew with every damn step that I was taking
way
too much enjoyment in manhandling this practically naked girl;
way
too much enjoyment. I mean, she might’ve just had an accident, and I was of
course
going to make sure she was OK. But fuck if the feel of that wet young body pressed tight against my bare chest wasn’t making a huge tent in my shorts.
 

Yeah, those ninety seconds carrying her into the living room were
way
too much fun.

I set us down on the couch in her living room, laying her out and along it with her legs still draped over my lap as I leaned over to peer carefully into her face. ”Do you feel nauseous? Any sort of ringing in your ears or blurring in your vision?"

I was leaning down close over her, genuinely concerned, but also trying way harder than I should’ve had to to keep my eyes on
hers
and not let them drift over the mouth watering expanse of teen flesh barely contained in that tiny little bikini. Her body felt so warm next to mine, her skin practically buzzing against mine where my arm cradled her head as I leaned down close over her.

"No, no; I'm ok." She looked up at me, blushing. And suddenly I was remembering everything we’d started to talk about before the phone and before her slipping, and of course, everything about the other night. And then I was very acutely aware that the girl in my arms, wet, blushing, and practically naked was the girl I’d watched finger her pussy to orgasm in her bedroom window the other night.

And I was instantly rock hard.

Instantly, every thought I’d had before about screwing this girl’s brains out, about showing her how a
man
fucks and dumping every drop of my cum inside of her tight little pussy came rushing back.
 

“Mr. Harding, about the other night.” She looked up at me, blushing brightly, her pink tongue dancing out to wet those perfect, utterly fuckable lips. “I’m sorry if I crossed any sort of line the other night, when- you know, when...”

She trailed off, and her sudden bashfulness had this
insanely
erotic effect on me, consider what I’d watched her do the other night. Considering what she’d watched
me
do, too.

"I'm not,” I growled outlaid, before I could stop myself. “Sorry that you did, that is.”

She went quiet and bit that bottom lip as she looked up into my eyes. Every single part of my brain was screaming at me that this was a bad idea. Every single cell up there was doing everything it had to get me to get up, walk the fuck away from this situation and get out before I did something stupid.

Except, I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore; not with a girl as sexy as original sin like this draped under me.

"I liked watching you, Mr. Harding,” she said quietly.
 

I watched the conflict of excitement and fear play out over her face. "Chelsea-"

"In fact, I think about it all the time, I-" She paused and bit her lip again, swallowing heavily. "I think you all the time when I touch myself, actually.”

I literally groaned out loud, my jaw going tight and my eyes blazing as I stared hungrily at her young body.

“Chels- Shit, I-" I looked around the room wildly. “I should go."

I should get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid. Something like fuck the shit out of this girl just like she wants me to.

"You don't want to hear about how I play with my tight, young pussy, just thinking of you like that? How I imagine you fucking me and just pumping your cum into me?”

My jaw
dropped
at the dirty words coming out of that sweet young mouth. "Chelsea, we shouldn't-"

"I loved watching you, Mr. Harding."

And just like that, I felt the very last shred of willpower drop from my face. Just like that, I shoved decorum, and rational thought, and the fact that Mike was my buddy out of my head, and I just went for it.