by Frankie Love
When she said she thought it was destiny, I wasn't so sure. But now? It's not every day a woman looking like her walks into a place like this.
I know it's happened once before when my brother and Millie got together, but Mox found his girl on the side of the road and I found Clementine right here at my shop. Like she was coming for me.
I grin, my girl is gonna be coming all right.
"What are you smiling for?" she asks.
Since she's already stripped down to her panties and bra, I figure I might as well get undressed. I pull my shirt over my head and slip off my jeans. My boxers are strained from my hard-on and when I push them down, she gasps, her eyes on my thick and ready cock.
"You like that, Cutie?" I ask, stroking myself as she looks at me with those big eyes of hers and her lips all pink and pouty.
I take her hand and press it to my cock. "I'm smiling because I'm thinking about how nice and tight you're gonna be."
She blushes again, and damn, it feels so good, her hand wrapped around my shaft.
"You feel so soft, smooth. So... real." Her eyelashes flutter with pleasure.
"Let me guess, you've been practicing with some plastic version?"
She nods coyly as I reach behind her and unhook her bra.
Big, gorgeous tits fall out, and I groan at the sight of them. Big round globes, perfect nipples, nice and hard.
"Are they... okay?" she asks. She drops her chin but lifts her eyes; she looks like a fucking princess.
"Oh, girl, more than okay. They are motherfucking perfect."
"Oh," she says with a relieved sigh. "I was nervous. I never showed them to my last boyfriend. But you... you make me want to go all the way."
"Baby, that's exactly what's happening. I'm gonna go all in. Deep."
I grab her hips and pull her to me, my hands running over her back, over her nice plump ass, and I use both my palms to squeeze her butt cheeks. God, my cock grows an inch as I memorize the feel of her creamy cheeks in my hand.
"I want your pussy, baby," I groan into her ear. She shivers with expectation and I begin to kiss her, rolling her breasts in my hand, sucking on her nipples, and making her moan in pleasure.
I'm guessing my girl has never had this before. A man licking her, his tongue running over her hard, little nubs, getting her pussy wet; nice and ready.
"You poor thing, waiting so long for me," I tease her playfully.
"I have a feeling," she tells me, "you'll be worth the wait."
Her fingers roll over my balls curiously, and she touches me with such interest like she can't get enough. She touches my cock like the prize it is. The best fucking tool in the shop.
"Like how hard I am for you?" I ask, sliding my fingers over her little G-string. I pull at it, hard, and the tiny thing falls apart my hand.
Her eyes go wide in surprise and then I pick her up and place her on the hood of my red Chevy.
"You look good up there, baby," I tell her as I push her knees apart, spreading her thighs. "Do you know how perfect your pussy is?" I ask. I look at it, and it’s so nice and pink and swollen. Her thighs are already slick with her come.
I know she loves the idea of me sucking her. I can see it when I look at her cunt. It's practically screaming for me to fill it up nice and good.
"You like how I shaved it, all bare for you?" she asks.
"I love it. I love the way it looks, but it's missing something."
"Oh?" She is propped up on her elbows as she leans back on the hood of the car.
I run my hands up her thighs, taking in her body, her big breasts, and her perfect nose. Her eyes are big with excitement as she takes everything in.
"Yeah, it's missing my cock."
She grins, the smile brightening the room, and I lean down, ready to lick her. Needing to taste this sweet cream that comes from her cunt.
I move my tongue up and down her warm slit, and she begins to run her hands through my hair, her legs resting on my shoulders. I pull her ass closer to me, wanting to devour her pussy.
She wants it too.
I bury my face inside of her, licking her up and down, my tongue pushing into her tight cunt, her taste is so sweet, and her unpopped cherry mine for the taking.
"Oh, my, it feels so..." She stops talking as I press a finger inside her, I know her clit needs a man's touch. So, I give it to her, running tight little circles around her hood, then I add another finger, finding the G-spot and making her squirm underneath me.
"God, Mike, yes," she moans as her pussy begins to drip.
I know then, that this girl's a gusher, she's already so damn wet, coming so hard, and I haven't even finger fucked her properly yet.
I know she wants more, I can imagine her with a vibrator deep inside her, grinding against it, desperate for the batteries to make it move as fast as my capable hands can.
But no battery-operated lover can do what I can do.
I'm glad, though, that she's had the practice because I don't want to hurt this sweet thing under me.
"More," she begs. "Harder," she demands.
I will make her scream my name. I dip two fingers into her cunt, pressing harder, nice and deep, flicking my fingers until she has dropped down to the hood of the car panting for breath, the rise and fall of her chest moving so fast as she tries to catch her breath. This is where I like it. This is where I want my cutie-pie to go. To the motherfucking edge.
She does. She's about to lose it. About to go where she's never gone before. An orgasm with a real man.
But before she can, I pull my hand out from her cunt and wipe it up and down her bare belly, coating her skin with her juices, and then I pull her ass close, my hard cock so damn ready for her pussy. I sink myself into her cunt as she cries out in absolute pleasure. In absolute, pure, unadulterated desire. Her warm pussy is as ready as it will ever be, and my cock is needy.
She moans, screaming my name, and I take hold of her body, my hands on her hips as I grind myself deeply into her warmth.
I fuck her like I said I would. She asked for an oil change, and I’ll give her one.
I come in her, hard and fast. And she loves it. Her back arches as she comes too, the orgasm dirty. The look on her face is so damn cute.
I fuck her like it's my job to make sure this is the only mechanic shop she's ever gonna visit again. I like loyal customers, and when they are as cute as Clementine, I'll make damn sure they get the VIP treatment.
Chapter 4
Clementine
Standing up afterward is more difficult than I'd thought it would be. I'm all shaky and out of breath and dizzy. In a good way.
Mike pulls on his jeans and then grabs us both bottles of water.
"Hydration is important after all that physical exercise," he tells me with a smile, those dimples shining through again. "Was it what you hoped?" he asks.
I nod, unscrewing the bottle cap. "It was more than what I hoped. I feel so..."
"Liberated? Free? Relaxed?" he asks.
"All of the above," I sigh dreamily. Finally, I am no longer a virgin, and this was no regular hookup. Mike clearly knows what he is doing. I'm guessing this is a frequent occurrence in this auto-shop. So, when his phone rings a few minutes later, and I glance down at it, seeing ‘LuLu’ pop up on the screen with emoji hearts before and after the name, I take the cue.
"Thanks, Mike. That was very fun and very unexpected." I reach for my skirt and pull it on.
"Leaving so soon?" he asks, reaching for his phone and reading the text as I dress. He smiles, quickly punching in a message before dropping the cell in his pocket.
"I should. I have a lot to do to prep for the school week."
"I get it," he says easily, not begging me to stay. "We both love our jobs, right?"
As I pull my purse onto my shoulder he adds, "Well then, let me grab that coolant and get your car fixed up."
A few minutes later he closes the hood of my car and says I'm good to go.
I swallow, suddenly fee
ling like things are wrapping up all too soon. Yet, in my heart I know this was just a casual hookup. People do this all the time, and now I am a part of that club. No need to get dramatic and ask for more.
"So, you think I could see you again?" he asks as he pulls open my car door.
"You'd like that?" I ask, biting my bottom lip. "Because honestly, I won't be offended if it's a one and done thing."
"One and done?" He scoffs, obviously annoyed at my words. "I don't operate that way, Clementine."
"No?" I twist my lips; not sure I believe him. He is smooth, charming, sexy, and has girls named LuLu texting him emoji kisses. I may have been a virgin before today, but I've never been an idiot.
And the last thing I need or want is to get hurt again. I'm through with that game.
He whistles low at my hesitation. "Damn, I thought we had fun together. Sure seemed like it when you were screaming my name and coming on my cock." He shakes his head with a sour expression. "But I don't want to twist your pretty little arm."
"It's not that, it's just...." I sigh thinking about my job application, the teaching positions I am hoping to secure, ones that could take me anywhere in the state. The last thing I want is to feel tied down to a player like Mike. "I'm not looking for anything permanent so..."
"I was asking for a date, not a wedding proposal."
My cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I know. I never implied that you were."
"Hey, just let me take you out next Friday. Grab a beer at the bar, maybe get some burgers...." He must see my face fall because he shakes his head quickly as if he knows all about me. "Oh, I see. Never mind."
"See what?"
"Is it that I'm not fancy enough for you? Because I'm not college educated I must be some backward hick a college girl couldn't deem worthy to date? Am I too rough around the edges for someone like you?"
Offended, I push back on his words. "Like me?"
"Yeah," he says softly. As if he is losing something he was hoping to have a little longer. "Someone so damn cute and perfect. Someone like you."
"I'm not perfect. I'm uptight and anxious and doubt myself all the time." I shake my head, wishing he could look inside my heart and see what I mean. "Maybe I'm put together on the outside, Mike, but inside I'm just a mess of a girl trying to put one foot in front of the other without tripping too many times. I'm a work in progress at best, a mess at worst. And when I hesitated about Friday, it wasn't because the idea sounded bad, it was just because next Friday doesn't work. I have a job interview in Spokane."
"Oh." He grimaces, realizing the fault lies with him. I hate myself for thinking it, but even his grimace is cute. "Sorry, Clementine. Guess that's my baggage. My ex was always ripping me a new one for not being highbrow. Meanwhile, she was a drunk, but…" He raises his hands in defeat. "That's the past, ya know? Moving on to bigger and brighter things. And for the record, you may think you're a mess, but who said messes weren't hot?"
I smile at his words; they make me feel both accepted and understood. Mike is more than meets the eye, and when I see this gaze, it feels like that sentiment is mutual.
I absorb the information he shared about his ex and try to process just who he is. He is sexy and confident but also bruised in places you can't see from the surface. He's been hurt too, and when he looks at me and I swear to God we could heal one another's wounds. Maybe that is crazy talk when it comes to a man I just met... but Mike is not like anyone else.
"Listen," I tell him, and I can tell the mood has shifted between us. "I don't care what you do for a living. I was just trying to say that I'm not looking to settle into something. I'm hoping to be moving within the next few months."
He gives me that arrogant grin, leaning on the window of my car. "In that case, we have the next few weeks to have a little fun, right? No strings. Just--"
I cut him off. "Fuck buddies?"
He laughs. "Call it what you want, Cutie-pie. Just go out with me. Tomorrow night."
"Fine." I shake my head, trying to shake off the disbelief.
"Wow, all I get is fine?" But he smiles. "I'll take it."
Then he kisses me, his hands in my hair, his mouth hot, his lips melting into mine. It takes my breath away. When he pulls away, it's too soon.
I want more.
He must see the desire in my eyes.
"Tomorrow at seven? At the pub downtown?"
I can't quite believe he wants to see me again, but I would be lying if I said it didn't give me a rush of excitement at the prospect. And when I look in his eyes and only see sincerity, it seals the deal.
Nodding, I answer, "It's a date."
Chapter 5
Mike
Millie usually does the after-school pick-up for me, but she has a doctor’s appointment today. She's six months pregnant and I know sooner than later I need to look in to hiring a nanny. Millie says she'll help me find one; that I shouldn't rush things.
I laugh when she says things like that, considering she and my brother Mox were living together a few weeks after they met.
No judgment though, I guess sometimes when you know, you know. All day, as I was working at the shop, I couldn't wipe that smug grin off my face. Tonight, I get to go out with Clementine.
Millie offered to put Louisa to bed for me, and I thank God for that. Last night, when I came to pick LuLu up, I told her I was going on a date. She wanted to know all the details.
"Just a woman who came into the shop," I tell her.
Mox laughed, giving me a hard time. "She came in the shop?" he asked before taking a long pull from his beer.
Millie shot him a glare. "You can't talk like that, Louisa is in the other room. You need clean up your mouth before this baby comes."
I just laughed. Millie may be bossy, but Moxon is hardheaded. It’s like they each met their match.
I'm already jumping the gun in a hundred different ways. It's just impossible to not think about the Clementine that way.
I plan on telling her tonight about Louisa. Of course, she needs to know. Louisa is my whole world. And I plan on spending lots of time with Clementine over the next few weeks. She may think she's headed out of town, but that's just because she doesn't seem to understand how special she is to me.
I don't date. My brother, Mox, was always a bigger playboy than me. I was tied down with Louisa, and I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean that in an I got the girl I was dating pregnant and have always been a single daddy way.
Her mama was never around long enough to offer moral support, and frankly, her track record doesn't exactly give me a reason to trust Louisa in her care.
It's a cold hard truth, but my job as a father is to protect my little girl.
I hope someday, things will be different between mother and daughter, but not now when Louisa is the tender age of six.
I pull my Chevy into the school parking lot and head towards Louisa's class. The bell has just rung, and the kids are running all around, jumping on buses and shouting, finally free of the classroom. It's a beautiful day. School is out in a few weeks and the sun is shining. Everyone is antsy for summer.
Louisa will spend most of the summer at the YMCA's day camps, and I hope she won't mind being there too much. I'll take time off to get in a few trips with my little girl. We'll go fishing at our favorite lake and camp out by the ocean. There's a beach Louisa loves more than anything else, full of tidal pools, sea stars, and crabs hiding in under big rocks.
Once I get to her classroom, I poke my head in, looking for my little girl. Imagine my surprise when I see a different girl altogether looking right at me.
"Clementine?" I ask, my eyes wide.
"Mike?" she asks, worry in her voice. "What are you doing here? I mean, I know we're going out tonight but..." She looks around, confused. "It's not exactly appropriate for you to ––"
"Daddy!" Louisa shouts from the back of the classroom. "I didn't know you were coming to get me today! Auntie Millie always does."
"Daddy?" Clementine ra
ises her eyebrows.
"You know my daddy?" Louisa asks, pulling on her backpack and grabbing her lunchbox from her cubby. She walks over to me and it takes her one second to slip her tiny hand in mine. I don't let go.
Louisa is the love of my life, the girl of my dreams. She's my everything.
"I heard you calling Daddy ‘Mike’," she says to Clementine, with her nose all scrunched up.
"I do know your daddy," she says. "Actually, your daddy fixed my car yesterday. Isn't that nice?"
"Yeah, my dad is the best at fixing cars."
"Hey Lulu, did you return that library book today?" I ask.
"Oh," she says, pressing her palm to her forehead. "I forgot, Daddy."
"That's all right. Let me sit here and talk to Miss Clementine for a moment, all right? I want to make sure you're doing okay in school.”
"Oh, it's not Miss Clementine, silly," LuLu says. "It's Miss Smith."
"Right, I know that you've talked about her enough the last few weeks."
Louisa runs off to return her library book and I turn to Clementine, whose face is written with worry.
"Look," I tell her. "I had no idea, she's been talking about her new teacher, she was calling you Miss Smith. I couldn't have put two and two together."
"And yesterday," she says, rolling her eyes to the sky. "You got that text from her... I assumed it was someone you were dating... I'm such a dork."
"Not a dork. Jealous maybe?" I ask, giving her a smile.
She leans in, "Don't smile like that at the school," she tells me quietly.
I pull back confused. "Why not?"
"Because," she whispers. "It gets me all flustered."
"I see. And you don't want to be flustered?"
"I do, just not here. I told you my job really matters to me and I don't want to mess anything up."
I run a hand over my jaw. "What do you mean mess anything up?"
"I appreciate the offer to go out tonight, but now that I know you're Louisa's dad, I can't."
I raise my eyebrows.
"You're worried about being appropriate?" All I can do is remember the way she looked naked on top of my Chevy yesterday. Legs spread, pussy tight.
