by Angela Blake
Watching him drive had a hotness to it, the way his eyes were darting in between cars, how he kept his hand on the steering wheel, how he turned, for some reason Roxanne was finding all of this attractive. She felt stupid, and part of her wanted to distract herself from it, but part of her wanted to do naughty things, even though they were in the car.
“So what’s your life like these days?” he asked as they were on the way.
“Nothing much happening to be honest. Just trying to make peace with my family in a lot of ways, figure stuff out.” she tried avoiding the question.
“No I mean, what does your day go like these days?” he asked, finding her vagueness a bit weird but yet again dismissing it, thinking he might be making her uncomfortable.
Everything was going perfect about their relationship, but Chris was really starting to wonder why he kept having these brief moments of doubt, and whether it was healthy for them to be there. He wanted to make her his, and was being a way that he hadn’t been in a long time. There was no room for regret.
But something about her innocence and childish behavior always convinced him that there could be nothing harmful, even if she wasn’t completely open. There was much satisfaction he got from having been the first person to have had her, and considering everything about her, he wasn’t surprised to have the desire of wanting to be the only person who had ever had her.
After a moment of consideration in which she looked out the window, Roxanne replied, “Well, I’m mostly in bed. To be honest you’re the only person to have seen me in my maximum level of activity these days, otherwise I’m a sloth. I read books here and there, make paintings, blast music, but I’m always holed up in my room.”
Chris felt pity for her, wondering what it was that could’ve gone wrong to have someone so full of life be afraid to leave their room, or prefer loneliness to human company.
“I suppose I won’t be seeing your face again for a while huh.” he said jokingly, trying to cheer her up a bit.
“That’s not true at all. When I say these days, I mean days before I knew you existed.” she retorted with a shy smile on her face, not wanting to admit to his face the change in mood he had brought in her life.
“And now? What will your days be like now?” he asked, his question having a dirty tinge to it, his eyes staying on her body as they waited for the signal to change.
She tried her best to hold her smile in, and then looking out the window, somehow brought herself to say, “Whatever my daddy wants.”
Chris’ dick shot up in pleasure just by hearing those words. His eyes shifted between her, the road, back to her, and so on, as he felt blood rushing into his erection, making it harder.
Slowly, she turned her head towards him, the road through the windshield coming into view first, and then the steering wheel with his hands, and then his body. She ignored his face turning, and her eyes went straight for her daddy’s cock. She saw a slight bulge pushing up, the pulsating movement quite quick.
“Oh…” was all he could bring himself to mutter, as he tried to keep his focus on the road.
Suddenly, quite impulsively and being unable to stop herself, her hand reached out for his thigh, and started rubbing it, moving closer to his crotch. She could watch the pulsating getting more and more intense, and found herself wishing that it was happening in her mouth, or cunt.
Reaching his cock, she rubbed harder over his jeans, and looked at him with a naughty smile on her face. Feeling something take over her from within, she leaned on his seat with her elbow, and with her tongue swirling outside her mouth, she trailed her finger in circles over his crotch.
“Do you mind me doing this?” she asked in a whisper, knowing already that he wanted her to continue.
“Not at all, please, carry on doing whatever you want.”
“I just want to please you.” she said, and bit his cheek.
Chris pushed on the steering wheel and straightened his body, wanting to get on top of her and do things to her but knowing that while driving he was incapacitated.
“Yeah?” he asked in return.
“Yup. I want to please my daddy’s cock, while he’s driving.” she said rather excitedly, her eyes going down again and again, wanting to see it exposed.
“Oh wow…please do…” he replied, almost moaning.
She couldn’t believe her ears as he said this, she hadn’t been expecting a yes. She started this thinking only that she would tease him, and continue to do so as he would keep wanting her but wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. But now that he had allowed her to do so, she couldn’t wait to pull it out and make him cum.
She unzipped his jeans, watching left and right to make sure no one was watching from nearby cars. She noticed him taking a turn which was not on the way to her house, realizing that he was getting on the free-way for a bit, to buy them uninterrupted time. After unbuttoning his pants as well, she dug her hand inside, and grabbing hold of his cock, pulled it up.
Slowly, she managed to pull his boxers down as well, and soon enough her daddy’s cock was there in front of her, exposed and open for her to play with. It almost felt as if Chris’ hands and body were tied. He had to stay in one place, had to keep his hands on the wheel. The only movement he was doing was that of his crotch moving up and down in wait for the things she wanted to do.
She wrapped her hand around it loosely, and moved it up and down slowly, feeling the blood pumping in the veins inside. Her eyes widened at the sight of his dick’s head when it was fully erect, how round and big it was, and the thought of that pushing her cunt open was making her want him more and more. She wished she could get on top of him and grind away till she came around his cock.
She lowered her hands and played with his balls as well, closely watching all his reactions as his eyes stayed glued to the road. She could see the horniness on his face, and could feel her pussy clenching as she imagined how hard he would fuck her if they were on a bed right now.
She spat on her hand, and lathered it on his cock, making it slippery and easier to rub. He felt the coldness of her spit, and wanted more of it.
After a while of stroking and rubbing and teasing, Roxanne leaned back on his seat, and whispered slowly this time, “Can I take it into my mouth?”
His eyes widened hearing this. He did not expect Roxanne to ever take initiative regarding something like this, ever. It was hard to believe that she was a virgin and now was willing to do things that some women would shy away from. She was quite daring and bold, yet utterly submissive, something he loved about her.
“Yes…you can my sweet little babygirl. As I said, you can do whatever you want with it.” he said, and simply waited for her to have her way with him.
“I want you to do something for me first.” she said, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He took his hand to her inner thigh, and pressed his hand against her vagina, hearing her moan softly.
“Yeah baby?” he asked in a sexy breaking voice.
“I want you to treat me like a bad girl while I’m doing it.” she said, and before even waiting for a response, made sure no one was looking, and lowered her head down to his dick, giving it a kiss on the tip.
“Alright baby girl. I’m going to treat you so bad.” he moaned, and rammed his foot on the pedal, turning Roxanne on intensely.
She started licking the head of his penis in circles, and then sucked on the tip for a bit. Then in one go, she started taking it in, and kept going, deeper and deeper, until the tip of his cock was touching the back of her throat.
Chris could not believe this was actually happening, and wanting it to go on longer, he lowered his speed and stayed on the freeway. With one hand on the steering wheel, he let the other roam on his bad girl’s body.
Initially rubbing her back, his hand came close to her neck, and then tugged on a bunch of her hair, moving her head up and down slightly. Roxanne started moaning as he was doing this, which made h
im want her even more.
Soon her pace was much faster, her head bobbing up and down, as Chris tried to keep himself from twisting in pleasure, and was glad that no one outside the car could hear him moaning. Feeling his reactions, including his breathing and crotch movements, getting more intense, Roxanne started stroking his cock up and down really quickly.
She was starting to taste his precum, and really wanted to know what his cum tasted like. She kept going with the intention of making him cum, and couldn’t wait to see how he would feel doing that while driving, or whether he ever had before.
His hands roamed further as he grabbed her tits and grabbed her ass, and fingered her.
Soon, she felt a hard pulse in his dick, as if something was going to erupt, and in her hand which was stroking it, she felt a slight vibration. She took his cock deep into her mouth, as deep as she could, and started sucking and swallowing.
She felt a bolt of his cum hit the back of her mouth, sticky and salty, but finally tasting cum for the first time in her life, she swallowed it all down her throat while moaning. While he was coming, so lost was he in pleasure that he spanked her butt from the opposite side of him, which was rising up with her bending down on his dick.
After she was done swallowing all his cum, she pulled away, and with her tongue gave his dick a few nice cleaning licks. She sat back up on the seat, and slurped her tongue like a bad girl, as if she had just had a delicious meal.
“That was good.” she said, and started smiling shyly.
“God. You are so naughty and hot.” he said, as she pulled his boxers over his dick and buttoned and zipped his pants back up.
After she was done with that, Chris took a turn into the city again, and Roxanne directed him toward her house, all the while his hand was on her inner thigh, rubbing her pussy, pressing against it, playing with her as he wanted.
When they reached her house, Roxanne asked him to park a bit away, hoping no one from her family would see her. But both Roxanne and Chris knew at first sight, that on the first floor of the house there was someone standing at the window, very possibly waiting just for Roxanne to arrive.
They got out of the car, and Chris walked her to the house to bid her farewell for the night. Roxanne seemed oddly quiet while walking, her gaze fixed to the ground in front of her feet.
Chapter 11
“Hi darling, you’ve been out for a while.” Roxanne’s mom, Margaret greeted her from the doorway as they approached the house.
“Yeah.” Roxanne replied in a low voice, looking down.
Chris had put on a pleasant smile through all this, as he silently observed the dynamic between Roxanne and her family. Her mom seemed to be in a joking mood, but he could notice a certain element of a taunt.
“And who’s this young fellow with you? You seem to have been having fun.” Margaret teased further, making it clearer that she was displeased by the fact that Roxanne was this late.
Roxanne seemed to be repulsed by these words, but the thick skin she had developed started to show.
“Oh this, this is Chris, he’s a friend of mine, just dropping me off.” Roxanne explained slightly awkwardly.
Chris smiled at Margaret during this introduction, and extended his hand to shake hers’.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” he said in his gentleman-like manner.
“Call me Margaret, please.” she replied, somewhat eyeing him suspiciously.
“Alright, Margaret.” Chris said with a smile.
“So, in what capacity do you know Chris?” Margaret asked, her eyes darting between Roxanne and Chris as if she was about to catch a lie.
Roxanne’s eyes widened a bit as she seemed to get stressed for a millisecond, but suddenly, as if a switch turned inside her, her facial expressions changed to blank and calm.
“As an art friend, you could say. Chris works with handicraft, he also works at the jewelers that I went to.” Roxanne replied confidently.
Chris had to put in the effort of containing his smile in this moment, admiring just how smartly Roxanne had answered the question, not lying at all, but also connecting Chris to her own activities and interest, leaving, he hoped, no room for doubt.
“Ah, I see….” Margaret replied with her head nodding in acceptance, very clearly forced.
She moved back in the doorway, and invited the two inside with her hand gesture.
“Oh no, thank you very much, but I was only here to drop Roxanne.” Chris replied calmly, wanting to avoid awkwardness in taking his leave.
“Actually, now that you are here, why don’t you come take a look at some of my paintings? Mom’s right, dinner is also pretty much ready.” said Roxanne while putting on a fake jolly smile, and nudging him inward.
There was something in the way she was looking into his eyes, telling him to not ask any questions and just follow her lead.
Chris took a good look at the interior of the house. Considering his day to day business affairs dealt with objects of a specific beauty and aesthetic standard, his eye looked for anything of that sort, and he had much to find. With just one glimpse he could tell that this was an artistic family, the walls filled with frames and paintings, vases in the corners, and an ancient tinge to the furniture in the house.
Roxanne led him to her bedroom upstairs, with Margaret heading straight to the kitchen near the entrance. The only other person Chris saw on the way was a teenage girl, who he assumed was Roxanne’s sister.
Roxanne’s room was much richer in depth than the rest of the house. In some ways, one could even say that her room was a mess. There was a soft board to the right, filled with polaroid photos and colored thumb pins. To the left was a large single bed, with an off-white bed sheet.
The room’s walls were colored maroon, while the wood on the furniture was a lighter shade of brown. To the right of her bed was a bed-side table with a notebook and some pens, and on the left was a working desk with a Macbook on it.
Right in front of the door was the object of interest for Chris, her easel. It was placed right next to the window, to allow for a clear view to the artist. On the easel stand was a palette colored with shades of pink and purple, with a tinge of a vivid azure at the corners.
“This is pretty cool.” he commented, his eyes still wandering.
“Thanks.” replied Roxanne, and went to the working table to put her bag and charge her phone.
She pretended to check notifications on her phone for a bit, not understanding why she was feeling so shy and awkward. At that time she couldn’t have known that in front of Chris’ eyes, she was completely exposed, naked. He walked to the easel, and with his chin resting on one hand and the other one crossed, he absorbed the unfinished painting, taking his time.
There was night, he could see, some swirling stars and a distant moon, and underneath was a mixture of dark colors, crashing into each other. He could see the difference in strokes as well, how the upper part of the painting covering the sky was painted so calmly, with great detail to the shading, while the lower part was rough, made in a hurry, and not very structured at all.
This was difference in moods, he could tell. This is not how she had wanted to make the painting, he could also tell that the lower part came after the upper one.
“What is this?” he asked, still looking at the painting.
Roxanne was caught by surprise by his question. She wasn’t used to people asking her what her art was, or what it meant. It was only natural that she hadn’t put all of that into words properly, and now confronted with the question, was simply stunned.
She walked toward the painting slowly to get a better look, not being able to remember half of what she had done in the lower bits, considering those were made by her in an intense emotional state. In fact, it was her emotional state itself that she was trying to paint. Sometimes a pleasant and contained calm, in others
“Um, I can’t really say, it doesn’t mean anything.” she replied hesitantly, a bla
nk expression on her face trying to shield her shyness.
“Really? I mean you must’ve had something in your mind while making it.” he replied with a teasing smile on his face, as if he knew something about her that she did not know.
“Well……” she said while smiling, and tip-toed close to him and got a clear view of the painting.
One thing she hadn’t told Chris yet, about herself, was that she had a habit of associating colors to memories and feelings. And often she felt such convoluted and mixed feelings, some states in her paintings required disorder rather than perfection.
He moved closer and wrapped his arm around her, and kissed her cheek.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to share. I was just joking around.” he said convincingly, and laid more soft kisses on her cheek.
He wanted to do more, but stopped, not sure about whether she was comfortable doing these things in her house. He wasn’t sure if it was safe either, remembering slight hostility from the interaction with Margaret.
“Thank you for that.” she replied, and hugged him.
This was the first time since they had met that they hugged. And this wasn’t some ordinary hug between friends, this was an embrace filled with romance and passion. Her heart felt a warmth from the way he was holding her in his arms, as if she was his.
She leaned back a bit to look into his face, and said, “I love you.”
He could see from the tears in her eyes that this love was real, and feeling somewhat confused about how such a delicate and innocent person could be his to keep, himself whom he had always associated with intoxicants, dark fetishes, dirtiness. But he was starting to learn that what showed on the face was just like a cover of a book.
He kissed her, felt his lips merging with hers and locking in place, as they moved and slipped in unison. He licked her lips with his tongue, his hand caressing the side of her face, slowly moving down to her neck.
His mouth moved down as well, to her chin, as her face moved up, and he went further until he was licking the most erogenous zones of her neck between the ears and the collarbone. His other hand wrapped around her waist started moving up and down, feeling her bra strap.
