Test Drive (Watchers Crew)

by Johnson, Ines

  I put on my brightest smile. “Hey Serg, I thought that was you over there. You having a good time?”

  Sergio looked between me and the Asian guy, then over his shoulder at the blonde. “Yeah, I’m just hanging out with some friends.” He turned back. “I thought we had plans tonight?”

  I arranged my face into a theatrical wince. “I didn’t think we’d set anything firm. I’m not sure when I’ll be home.”

  My partner in this lie took the hint and pulled me closer to him, nuzzling my ear. “If you’ll be home,” the Asian said in my ear, but loud enough for Sergio to hear.

  I giggled like one of those vapid girls that I couldn’t stand. “Sorry, Serg. Maybe some other time?”

  “Forget it, you cunt. I don’t do sloppy seconds.”

  I saw red. But before I could launch into an attack, my decoy stepped up.

  The Asian guy locked his arm around my waist, his fingers dug into my ass. “You’re the sloppy one if your girl needs to go out and look for somebody else to satisfy her.”

  Sergio reared up. He thrust his chest out and bared his teeth. “She’s not even worth it. She can’t fuck for shit.”

  Again I was ready to stand up for myself and lay into Sergio, but the Asian guy’s hand, which was still on my side, dug into me, commanding me to stay put and quiet.

  He tucked me behind him and squared off, planting his feet wide. From over his shoulder I saw the smile on his face, challenging Sergio to make a move. Sergio was bigger than this guy, but that didn’t seem to bother my decoy. A crowd gathered. A bouncer came over.

  Sergio took a step behind the bouncer. “Yeah, you better hold me back. You don’t want to mess with me, man.”

  The bouncer escorted Sergio to the front door, but he left me and the Asian guy alone without a second glance.

  Once Sergio was out the door, the Asian guy offered me his hand. “Come on.”

  I put my hand in his and we headed towards the exit. In the dark night’s sky, gray storm clouds overran the deep blue. The rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. I wrapped my arms around myself in the humid air as I thought about the long, sleepless night ahead of me.

  “Thank you,” I said to my rescuer. “I appreciate your help with that.”

  He shrugged as though it meant nothing. It probably hadn’t. He’d gotten to grope a woman and flex his muscles. Now, he’d go off and fuck one of the many women who had eyed him appreciatively on his way out the door. My pussy pouted that it would receive no attention this evening.

  “But you know,” I said, “you didn’t have to try to put your hand up my skirt.”

  “You tried to put your tongue in my mouth.”

  “I kissed you. You groped me.”

  “Yeah, I still don’t see the difference,” he said. “Do you know how many germs are carried in the human mouth? A woman’s pussy is far more hygienic a place for a man to put his tongue than in their mouth. A man’s dick is also a more hygienic thing to put into your mouth than someone else’s tongue.”

  Was this guy for real? “So what? I violated you?”

  “Yes. If you’d asked me to kiss you, I would’ve said ‘no’. I don’t know you or where your mouth has been. If you’d asked me to eat out your pussy, I would’ve said ‘yes’. Would you like me to eat out your pussy?”

  I stumbled down the last step. “No.”

  “Are you sure? You look like you need a good release after fucking that prick. When’s the last time you came?”

  “None of your business.”

  “Would you like to make it my business?”

  I couldn’t respond. My body was tingling again at all the places where he’d touched me; the left side of my body where his fingers had traced. My hip, my ass, my stomach, and just below my pubic bone.

  Sergio was full of shit. I wasn’t a bad lay. He never complained before. I always got him off. But it was never the other way around. This guy beside me gave me the feels with my clothes on.

  “I’d like to make it my business,” said the man who’d made me tingle with a touch. “You put your tongue in my mouth. Let me put mine in your pussy, and then we’ll call it even.”

  From the corner of my eye I saw Sergio putting the blonde into his car. The best way to get over one guy was to get under another. That’s how I got over the guy I dated before going out with Sergio. Why mess with tradition?

  Plus, this guy was cute. Those dark, intelligent eyes of his were glazing over in desire for me. And I’d got an impression of his size when I’d pressed myself up against him. That thing had to be bigger than his brain. I wouldn’t mind leading it around for a bit.

  Why not? I sure as hell didn’t want to go home alone after that scene. And who knows? He might make an excellent new boyfriend.

  “What’s your name?” I said.

  “You can call me Owl.”

  “Hi Owl, I’m Kira.”

  Chapter Two

  Owl led me around back to the parking lot. On the way there he tucked my hand into the crook of his arm, just like they did on those old Masterpiece Theater period movies.

  “We’re going to fuck, not court.” I pulled my arm away. That public display of affection was more than I’d ever received from any other boyfriend.

  Owl’s chuckle was light as it breezed across the tip of my ear. “Should I push you into the alley, shove up your skirt, and fuck you in front of all these people?” He stopped walking, turned, and faced me. “Would you like that, Kira?”

  There were people on the streets, but none in the actual parking lot. I wasn’t into public sex, but the way he looked at me, the way he’d said that, my brain -no, my pussy- actually considered it. Too bad he was kidding.

  He was kidding, right? We faced off in the middle of the lot. He stared at me, waiting for my answer. My mouth wouldn’t work.

  But then he grinned. “My car’s just over here.”

  Owl put my arm back into the crook of his elbow and led me over to a red Honda Civic with a black and gold dragon painted on the side. The car was sandwiched in between three other cars that looked like they belonged in the movie The Fast and Furious. There was a black Charger, a green Audi R8, and a gray BMW coupe.

  How did I know the make and models? I’d had a lot of boyfriends. All the cars had unique paint jobs, but I didn’t get a chance to admire them in the dim street lighting. Owl opened the rear passenger door of the Civic for me.

  I turned to him and frowned. “Aren’t you taking me home?”

  He leaned into me, pressing my body into the frame of the car. “You shouldn’t go home with strange men, Kira. You don’t know what they might do to you.”

  It was smart advice that I’d ignored for a good portion of my adult life. I’d gone home with a ton of strange men. The worst thing to happen to me so far was waking up alone with a sore pussy and aching thighs.

  “You told me what you wanted to do to me,” I said. “You said you were going to eat me out.”

  “Baby, I’m going to make a meal out of you. Now, be a good girl and hop in the back seat.”

  He didn’t raise his voice. He hadn’t raised his voice at any point during our encounter, not even when he squared off against Sergio. Owl spoke in these quiet, dulcet tones that would lure a child to sleep, or off the wooded path to Grandma’s house.

  I expected him to challenge me, to try to cajole me. He did neither. He waited silently. His dark eyes dared me to step inside. I could turn around and leave. I didn’t think that he would stop me if I tried to go.

  I looked again at his firm body, his broad chest. It was going to be nice to curl up into that chest later this night and more nights to come. I ducked into the car.

  Once inside I scooted to the opposite door placing my heeled shoes on the floor. Owl crawled in and shut the door. His body took up any remaining space in the cramped back seat.

  I reached up and grabbed his neck. In a move that would’ve made any martial artist proud, Owl’s hands snaked out and grabbed m
y wrists. His fingers entwined with mine and he put them behind my head. The move knocked my breath out, made my heart speed up.

  When he spoke it was that soft, calm voice. “What did I say about kissing?”

  There was a firmness behind his words that turned my intellectual brain to mush.

  “Kissing is a messy business, Kira, and I don’t do that with strangers.”

  I struggled to add meaning to those words. “But you’re going to eat me out.”

  Owl grinned. “Pussy is a delicacy I don’t pass up.” He reached his hand under my skirt and traced the seam of my g-string. “Ohh,” he purred as he traced my bare pubic area. “And it looks like you cleaned up for me.”

  I wasn’t a fan of pubic hair and always kept it shaved off. Actually, I wasn’t a fan of guys eating me out either. I’d always offer a different course instead. “Why don’t you turn around so I can give you a little head? As a thank you for helping me out.”

  “Maybe.” Owl rubbed his thumb over my bare pussy lips. “When I’m done.”

  I failed to stifle my sigh of frustration and turned it into a moan of what I hoped sounded like pleasure. I writhed my hips to encourage him to get on with it. That storm was coming soon. I wanted to be inside, out of the shower, and in bed with him before it broke.

  Owl moved aside the fabric that covered my pussy. I held my breath expecting dry friction over my vagina. But instead, his fingers slipped and slid between my folds. To my surprise there was wetness there. My gasp this time wasn’t an act.

  Owl brought his thumb back from under my skirt. He put it in his mouth and sucked. ”Hmmm.”

  His groan rumbled through me. I watched his tongue flick out of his mouth and over his thick thumb. A throb reverberated through my core. I jerked, shocked at the sensation.

  “You just passed my taste test, Kira.”

  Another throb went through me. This time it rose up my back and reached the top of my spine, straightening my shoulders on the leather of the car seat. It was the nicest thing a guy had said to me in a long time. I think I could really come to like this guy. I reached between us for his dick.

  “Let me suck you off,” I said. “I give really good head.”

  Owl smiled at me. “Me too.” He shoved away my hands and disappeared between my thighs.

  I sighed again. Hopefully, he took it as a sigh of pleasure. In truth, it was a sigh of irritation. Owl seemed like the type of guy that actually got girls off instead of bragging about how they made their pussies drip drop. He seemed like the type of guy that was gentleman enough to stay down there until a girl came. I groaned, but not in the good way. It was going to be a long night.

  I spread my legs wide for him and settled down to begin my practiced orgasmic performance. I took advantage of his deep growl of pleasure to clear my throat to prepare my vocal cords for the high-pitched soprano I was about to sing for his benefit.

  Owl didn’t go directly for my clit. He played in the creases of my thighs. I tried to help him by rotating my hips to get him more center. I wanted to get this party started, and over with as quickly as possible. But he used his big hands to maneuver me back into place.

  I gave up and called up my to-do list for tomorrow. I needed to get some school supplies to prep for finals, which were coming up soon. I began to compile a detailed list of what to get, and where to get it, in my head as Owl nibbled on my left labia.

  I couldn’t remember if I had a box of notecards or if I needed to get a new box. I moaned again and thrusted my pussy absentmindedly into Owl’s mouth. I’d just add notecards to the list and if I wound up with two boxes it was cool.

  Owl flicked at my clit.

  “Oh,” I moaned low and long trying to recall which size paper clips I was low on.

  He flicked again.

  “Oh god, yes.” I elongated the “yes” for an entire breath and clenched my thighs around his face. That always got them riled up and ready to plunge into my pussy.

  Owl pulled away from me. He rested his chin on my pubic bone and stared up at me. “You in a rush, Kira?”

  The question threw me. My shopping list fell to shreds in my head. I forgot which octave I’d left off in my moaning. Owl’s eyes were bright, alert. Shouldn’t he have only two brain cells in working order right now?

  “It just feels so good,” I said with the same bright smile I’d given Sergio twenty minutes ago. “I was almost there.”

  Owl raised that eyebrow again. “Were you now?”

  It was a challenge, like he knew the truth; that I was faking it.

  “Yeah,” I lied. “What would really help me is if I could put your dick in my mouth. That really turns me on.” And it would get him off and put him into a coma by the time I got him back to my place where I could rest easily against his warm body.

  “He never got you off, did he?”

  Fuck. Owl had more than a few brain cells working. He had complete control of his faculties.

  No, Sergio had never gotten me off. No guy had ever gotten me off. Hell, I had never gotten off, period. I’d never experienced an orgasm in my life, but I wasn’t about to tell Owl that. He looked like the type of guy who would take that as a challenge and I didn’t have time to deal with his male ego. There was a storm coming, and I had a big bed to fill.

  “I’m going to take care of you, Kira.”

  The words sailed into my being and fogged up my brain. My belly clenched and that tingling over my skin started up again. I couldn’t help but hope that this one would be The One. That this one would last.

  My head cleared when Owl inserted first one than two fingers into my pussy. I realized he was talking about taking care of my orgasm, not taking care of me as a person. Of course that was his goal. He was a guy. He had to prove his manhood, especially now that he knew that Sergio hadn’t been man enough for the job. Owl was not going to stop until he got me to come.

  I took another deep breath and got my mind ready to give a convincing performance.

  Owl stroked his fingers in an upward motion. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was uncomfortable. Discomfort was a familiar thing to me when it came to sex. This I knew how to handle. I moaned again like his two-pronged stabbing was the greatest thing in the world.

  “Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Right there, baby.”

  Owl stroked faster.

  “That’s… that’s…” I fell over my words as the motion of his fingers hit a spot. It didn’t feel good, per se. It felt… it was hard to describe how it felt.

  There was a heaviness building inside me, like I had to pee. I tried to squirm away from him, but he had my hips on lock down. I had to end this now before I embarrassed myself any further.

  “Yes, yes.” I called on my inner Meg Ryan. “Oh gawd, Owl. Awww.” The performance would’ve won me an Oscar. I slumped back against the seat with a grin on my face.

  Owl loomed over me. That same eyebrow rose as he peered down at me with an unconvinced face. My fake panting slowed. My sated grin faltered.

  Owl leaned back down between my legs. He placed his fingers back inside me, not all the way, just up to the knuckles. He moved his fingers fast, faster. And then he added his tongue to my clit.

  “Owl, what are you ahh…”

  I jerked. A tremor started in my leg. The feeling of needing to pee intensified.

  “Owl… wait… I’m gonna…”

  It felt like my hips were being stacked with bricks of pressure. I bore down into the back seat of the car trying to release it, trying to get away from him. But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.

  And then my body tensed, like the bricks that were weighing me down suddenly grew fingers. The fingers wrapped around me with that same amount of pressure, but they held me tight in a vice. They pressed into me, deep into me.

  I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breath. At any moment they were going to rip me apart. And then, I realized, I wanted to be ripped apart. I needed to be torn in two.

  As soon as I came to that realization
, as soon as my body was about to open up, Owl stopped.

  Chapter Three

  Owl removed his tongue and his fingers from pussy. My body trembled from the loss. I needed him to finish what he’d started, to break me open, and relieve all that pressure he’d built up inside me.

  He pulled back from me and unbuckled his pants. He took out his dick. I’d been right in my estimation of his size. It was an impressive instrument, long and thick with a slight curve. He pulled a condom from his back pocket and tore it open with his teeth. He did all of this slowly, with absolutely no sense of urgency, while I lay writhing beneath him.

  I was panting hard, whimpering. My body ached for his fingers to return, for his tongue to lick at my clit again. Had I been about to come?

  I didn’t want his dick. I didn’t want him to pump into me and bang away until he came. I wanted to come. And I half believed that I could.

  But I couldn’t ask him to go back to what he’d been doing before. I’d already pretended that I’d had my orgasm. And it looked like he knew it had been fake. That grin on his face as he placed the condom tip over his dick looked like he was teasing me.

  “Oh, I almost forgot.” He removed the unrolled condom from his dick, leaned back against the opposite door, and held his dick out. “Here you go,” he said as he stroked the precum around the head. “Is this what you want, Kira? To suck me off?”

  No, I wanted his face back between my thighs. I wanted his fingers hitting that spot. But I’d settle for this right now.

  I was good at this; sucking dick. That’s how I’d kept a man around for the last few years. I’d do this for him now, and maybe tomorrow night I’d get him to finger fuck me again. Maybe tomorrow night I’d have my first real orgasm with this quiet man with the intense eyes and magic hands.

  I moved to get up. My knees wobbled as I put weight on them. My pussy felt like a weight hung from its center. I had to brace myself on the back of the driver’s seat. Owl caught my upper body, a smirk on his face as he guided me down and onto his dick.