Twice Driven

by Madison Faye

  She was perfect. Utter Goddamn perfection. And it wasn’t just the rush of taking her for the first time, or of knowing I was her first like that. It wasn’t just that she was so fucking young or that the forbidden taboo of our age differences got me hard like I’d never been.

  It was that she made me feel alive. I was standing there in my kitchen feeling more alive than I’d been in, well, a long damn time.

  And I needed more. I had to have more of her. I needed to explore every pristine inch of her body with my mouth, run my hands over every smooth expanse of skin, and slide my cock deep into that impossibly tight, silken pussy again.

  I had my cock out and those panties of hers wrapped around it before I even knew it. My cock that was still sticky from claiming her virginity, wrapped in the panties she’d last worn before I’d taken her innocence. And all I could imagine was her face when she’d come for me as I blasted my cum across the kitchen floor.

  Yeah, I needed more, and I needed it fucking now.

  Chapter 11

  Christina

  I made it four whole days before spilling the beans.

  I couldn’t help it. I felt awful every time Anna and I were alone together, which was most of the time seeing as we were roommates. And I still couldn’t figure out why I felt so damn guilty about not telling her, or about losing it without telling her to begin with. But it was there, like this hot little coal sitting in the pit of my stomach.

  It was a Thursday night when it happened. We’d finished any work we’d had to do for Friday classes, and now we were slumped on our beds across from one another, idly watching a romantic comedy on the T.V. perched on Anna’s dresser. We were drinking cheap wine that she’d managed to smooth talk out of a younger cashier at the smaller grocery store off campus with apparently lax rules on checking ID’s.

  And I don’t really know what brought it out of me. Maybe it was the over-the-top romance of the movie on the screen, or the wine going right to my head. But I made it about one plastic cup’s full and twenty minutes into the movie before I suddenly put my drink down, took a deep breath, and looked right at Anna.

  “I have to tell you something.”

  She turned, her loose hair tumbling across her face before she pushed it back behind her ears and furrowed her brow at me. “Everything o-”

  “I lost my virginity.”

  Her bright blue eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. “What?”

  I bit my lip and looked down. “Yeah.”

  “Chris! Who?! When?!” She scooted to the edge of her bed, leaning forward to try and peer into my face. “How am I just hearing about this?” She said, giggling excitedly.

  “Um, it’s...” I took a deep breath. “It’s sort of complicated.”

  “Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s just inserting tab A into slot B, dude.”

  I rolled my eyes, bringing my eyes to her briefly before looking back down at the floor. I still felt that weird guilt about keeping this from her, and for even doing it in the first place without telling her.

  “Okay, you really can’t tell anyone, okay?”

  Anna snorted. “Chris, who would I possibly tell?”

  “No one, okay? It’s sort of this...this thing.”

  Anna frowned. “Christina what are you talk-”

  “It was Mr. Weaver, last weekend when we were home.”

  The room went utterly silent but for the movie credits song playing quietly on the television.

  "Holy shit, girl," she whispered, sitting up in her bed a little more. "Where? At his house or something?"

  I swallowed thickly and finally forced myself to look up and face my friend, feeling the guilt clutching at my gut. “In his car, parked outside my house."

  "WHAT?" Her jaw dropped and she brought a hand to her mouth.

  “I wanted to tell you!” The words tumbled out before I could think about them, my face crumpling a little. “I- I didn’t know what to say, and I know we were both waiting, and- and-”

  “Hey, hey!” Anna leaned forward and put a hand on mine. “We’re not joined at the hip or anything, you know,” she said with a grin. Suddenly her face went tight. “Wait, oh my God, did it just, like, happen?" Her face went pale. “Oh my God, honey," she hissed out. “Was he inappropriate with you?”

  I laughed quietly. “Um, no, nothing like that.” I look up at her again quickly. “I sort of instigated it, actually.”

  Anna bit her lip, her face flushing a little and her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh my God, you seriously had sex with Tyler Weaver?”

  I nodded quietly and she squealed. “Holy shit, Chris!” She flopped back on her bed, whistling and shaking her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this!”

  I groaned. “I know, I know.” I made a face. “Sorry.”

  Anna laughed. “I’m just giving you hard time you know.”

  “I know,” I sighed. “I dunno, we do everything together thought, and I guess I just imagined us losing it together.”

  Anna’s eyebrows shot up and she grinned. “My, my! Buy a girl a drink first!”

  I blushed bright red. “Oh my God, you know what I mean!”

  She laughed, her face still flushed as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Okay, well since we’re finally talking about it, I need details. Now.”

  Her voice sounded shaky with excitement in that giddy way she got when she got excited. It was just another one of those mannerisms about best friends you pick up over the years, like how I knew she knew I played with my hair when I got nervous.

  I felt the heat creep hotter into my face. “I- I..”

  “Does he have a big dick?”

  “Anna!” I hissed, feeling my whole face go bright red.

  She giggled. “What! Oh c’mon, don’t ruin the hot rockstar stud fantasy I have about him.”

  And there it was again. Anyone else in the world saying something about fantasizing about Tyler and I’d have probably gotten a spike of jealousy, but I didn’t feel that way when Anna said it.

  I took a deep breath. “Yeah,” I whispered quietly, biting my lip to stop the grin.

  Anna’s grin spread across her face. “Yes?”

  I could feel my pulse roaring in my ears. "Remember the time we looked at those porn pictures online with the guy with the really big dick?"

  Now it was Anna’s turn to blush.

  "Ok, Mr. Weaver is at least that big."

  She gasped, her mouth opening in this little “oh” shape and her cheeks going pink. And suddenly, I could feel a shiver of something hot and something naughty run through my body. All of a sudden, I was thinking about the car, and Mr. Weaver, and how he’d felt. I started to think about pulling his cock out of his pants, and how wet I’d gotten just putting my mouth all over him.

  Wet like how I was right then.

  Just thinking about that night was enough to get my panties soaked as I started to tell Anna about Tyler. It may have been the wine, but suddenly, after hiding it from her, I wanted to tell her everything.

  “It was amazing, Anna,” I whispered out quietly.

  I could see her swallow heavily, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, and I noticed her nipples poking through the cotton of her tank top.

  "Did it hurt?" she whispered quietly.

  "Only at first,” I said, my voice excited. “He went slowly, and even when it hurt just for a second, it just felt so fucking good after that."

  "How did it even fit?" Her voice had this deeper, huskier tone to it, and I could see her breath coming quicker as she shifted on the bed.

  I bit my lip as I felt my pussy get a little warmer, and even a little wetter inside my panties. “I don't even know, but I do know I felt so full and so stretched when he was inside me, but in a really good way; like he was filling me up all the way and I was just fitting so perfect around him."

  I let my thoughts wander back to Mr. Weaver, and I remembered letting him spread my legs and fill me up with his big cock. My nipples hardened to little pebbled u
nder the thin t-shirt I wore, and I inadvertently squeezed my thighs against each other tightly, rubbing them together and trying to suppress the moan that resulted from it.

  “I also sucked his cock.”

  “Fuck,” Anna whispered, her face as red as mine. I watched as she squirmed in her bed, her hands sliding up and down her bare thighs beneath her sleep shorts. “That’s really hot, Chris.” She reached over to her beside table and grabbed her cup, taking a big slug of her wine as she stared at me before lying back against the wall.

  "Yeah." I whispered out, my voice husking and the heat between my legs getting hotter and more insistent. "It was so fucking hot."

  “Did he make you come?”

  “Uh-huh,” I whispered, biting my lip and swallowing as I squeezed my legs together, feeling the wet heat between them. I could feel my nipples sliding across the inside of my cotton t-shirt, rubbing into hard little points and sending shiver through my body.

  Anna’s face was flushed and her eyes were wild as she did the same across from me. I could see her squirming as well, and I could see her nipples poking right through her tank top, and I felt this erotic thrill rush through me as I realized she was as turned on hearing about it as I was telling it. And I knew that should be weird, but it wasn’t; not with her. Actually, it sent an even more powerful rush through me as I realized that not only was she not mad about what’d happened, but that she was getting worked up hearing about it.

  “Right outside your house?”

  “Uh-huh,” I husked out. “I told him about watching him that time before school with my panties, and I could see how hard he got in his pants, so I just went for it.”

  Anna’s chest was rising and falling quickly with her breathing, her legs squeezing tightly together. One of her hands trailed up and down her side absently, coming close but just missing touching her own breast.

  “He helped me take it out, and oh my God it was so fucking big, Anna.”

  She gasped then, the sound so erotic in the silence of the small room. “And you just sucked it?”

  “M-hmm. I could barely get my mouth around it, but yeah. I just knelt across the front seat and sucked his cock.”

  “Fuck,” Anna moaned, and this time, her eyes fluttered shut as her hand trailed across her breast and brushed over her nipple. I moaned quietly at the site, feeling the blood pounding through my veins. I mean, Anna and I were closer than sisters, and I knew we both knew what’d happened on the phone that time after I told her about Mr. Weaver and my panties. But we’d never actively talked about it, and this was certainly nothing we’d ever done before. Because I could see clearly on her face that she was as turned on as I was. And I gasped to myself as the thought of her being as wet as I was suddenly pulsed through me, making me even hotter, as strange as that sounds.

  “And then he put it inside?” She said softly. Her hand openly rubbed across her chest, teasing across her nipples. I could feel my pussy throb with heat as I watched her. At this point, I knew it was way more than just the story that was turning me on, and I knew that should have been weird, except it wasn’t. Not with her.

  “First he played with my pussy while I sucked his cock,” I said. Fuck it, I thought as I let my own hand slide over my breasts and brush across my nipples through my t-shirt.

  Anna moaned when I said the word “cock”, and I bit my lip as I watched the hand stroking her thigh creep higher and higher, until I gasped as I watched it slide across the front of her sleep shorts.

  "Do they even make condoms that big?" she said softly.

  "Um-“ I closed my eyes and remembered Mr. Weaver’s fat cock sliding bare inside of me. I wasn’t even thinking anymore, I just let my hand slide up under my shirt, moaning s my fingers found my nipples hard and ready. ”I, uh- I don't know."

  “Oh my God!” I jerked my eyes open and started to yank my hand out from my shirt when Anna quickly shook her head. “No! Not-” she blushed. “I mean, you don’t have to stop that, I just mean oh my God you didn’t use a condom?”

  I shook my head, my hand staying right where it was under my shirt. I was openly playing with my nipples in front of Anna, all while her hand slowly rubbed the front of shorts. Except it wasn’t weird, like it probably should’ve been.

  It was insanely hot.

  I shook my head. “No condom. He went in totally bare.”

  Anna’s eyes closed as the hand on her chest began to roll her hard nipples through the tank top. The hand hand on her shorts moved up to tease across the waist of them. "But he pulled out, right?"

  "Uh-uh" I whispered out, my eyes closed. I heard Anna moan across the room, and the sound sent a hot throb through my pussy.

  It was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that roared through my head at that moment. On the one hand, I was fantasizing about Tyler and how he’d made me feel. But on the other hand, it was impossible not to think about how turned on the story was clearly making Anna, and how hot that made me too. It was confusing, of course, since I wasn’t gay or anything. But at the same time...God did hearing her moan like that get me wetter.

  “Was it good?” She whispered, and I opened my eyes to see here staring at me with wide eyes and her face flushed pink. Her hand was still toying with her nipple through her tank top, her there hand teasing across the waist of her shorts. I suddenly glanced lower and gasped as I saw the small wet spot there at the front of her shorts.

  And it was like flipping a switch.

  I dropped my own hand to the front of my pajama pants, biting my lip and feeling my heart about to jump out of my chest. I locked eyes with Anna, and right then, I knew this was okay. This was my best friend in the world, and I had nothing to hide from her.

  “You can...” I trailed off, feeling my breath catch in my throat. “If you want to, I mean,” I said breathlessly.

  Anna’s eyes went wide, and she bit her lip between her teeth, but she nodded. Slowly, my eyes wide a saucers and locked on her hand, I watched her push her fingers under the waist of her shorts. Her eyes fluttered shut, and as she pushed her hand further down, she suddenly gasped.

  Oh my God.

  I couldn’t even pretend to hold back anymore. And I didn’t care if it was the drinking, or the heat of the room, or the movie, or whatever. I just knew that my body was on fire, and I needed to quench it.

  I gasped as I pushed my own hand into my pajama pants, biting my lip to hold in the moan as my fingers found my pussy wet and slippery.

  “It was really good, Anna,” I whispered, my fingers pushing through my wet folds and rolling over my aching clit. I was openly masturbating in front of my best friend, who was doing the same thing, and it was the hottest thing in the world.

  Anna gasped across the room, her head back and her long red hair tousled around her face as her hand moved in circles inside her shorts. “Fuck, Chris...is this?” She opened her eyes to look right at me, her eyes wild and her face as flushed as mine. “Is this okay?”

  I slowly nodded. “Yeah,” I whimpered out, my fingers still rubbing my clit as I stared at her. “Is it okay with you?”

  She nodded quickly, her hand still moving under her shorts and her breath coming in gasps. “Oh my God, yes.” She closed her eyes again, her face scrunching up. “What happened next?”