Twice Driven

by Madison Faye

  “Oh, business, hmm?” I grinned at him.

  He winked. “I’ll figure something out.”

  I melted into his arms just the same as he kissed me, never wanting to let him go.

  *****

  A few days after Tyler left to go back home, I got my first hint of something being different, but I told myself it was nothing; these things happened all the time, right? And even a few days after that, I still told myself it was nothing to dwell on and nothing to worry about; it would come soon, definitely.

  But a week after I was due for my period without one, I knew something was up.

  The test was easy enough, once I’d cabbed to the other side of the city to buy one and then secreted it back to my dorm room. The hard part though, was going to be opening my eyes and looking at it now, and seeing what was going to come next.

  Slowly, I cracked my eyes open and stared at the little stick in my hand. I could feel my heart start to beat faster, and a flush come into my cheeks as I gasped.

  Ok, now things where going to get really interesting.

  Chapter 17

  Christina

  Just like that, with one little stick with a pink dot on it in my hand, my life suddenly got very, very complicated.

  I remember spending the rest of that first day of knowing just in shock. I skipped classes, which was unheard of for me, and spent most of the day huddled in bed trying to lose myself in mindless Friends reruns.

  The real scary thing was how alone I felt. I knew Tyler cared about me, but I wasn’t sure how he’d react if I just called him up with “surprise, I think I’m pregnant.” Besides, it wasn’t that long ago that he’d gotten out of a big commitment - namely marriage. Did Tyler Weaver even want kids?

  Jesus Christ, what was I saying? Did I?

  Te only other person who knew about us was Anna, which was, well, complicated. It wasn't like I'd been ignoring her since Tyler’s visit, when she'd openly watched us make love, it was really more that I was worried that things had gotten a little out of control that night. I'd been so caught up in the eroticism of realizing we were being watched, and I guess part of me was more of an exhibitionist than I'd ever really thought about.

  Fucking Tyler and riding his cock while my roommate and best friend played with herself as she watched us had been insanely hot, but I was worried that we'd crossed a line. Anna was my best friend after all, and while it wasn't like we'd had some kind of a threesome or anything, it'd been a really intimate thing that I'd shared with her. She was a total free spirit, I got that, but I was still worried that what had happened was going to change us somehow.

  Ok, so, maybe I had been avoiding her; just a little bit I guess.

  She cornered me a few days later coming out the side entrance of the library, with frozen coffee concoctions in her hands.

  “Christina”

  I whirled towards my friend, faltering awkwardly for words; "Oh, uh, hey, I was just about to call y-“

  "Okay, stop." She arched her brow at me and gave me one of her looks. ”Look, I know you've been weird since Tyler left, and I have a gut feeling it's more than just that."

  I shuffled my boots, kicking at the fall leaves around our feet. “No, it’s-”

  It's that I'm in love with a man I can't have, and I'm embarrassed that I made a fool out of myself with my best friend and now everything will change. Oh, and I'm fucking eighteen years old and pregnant.

  I wanted to say all those things to her, but somehow, I couldn't. Well, not all of them; not yet.

  "I don't know, I just-” I sighed and finally caved, “Okay, I feel kinda embarrassed and like maybe I crossed a line with, you know - that night.”

  Anna gave me her most serious look. "Oh you mean when you let me watch you fuck your hunky older boyfriend with the big dick?"

  I blushed scarlet and she giggled. "Ahah! Well, I'm glad to see the slightly prudish, blushing little Christina I love isn't totally gone now that she's got a boyfriend and having sex and all.”

  I reddened deeper, still shuffling the toes of my shoes in the leaves. ”Nope, she's still here." I finally dragged my eyes up to my friend, seeing her grinning at me with a smirk on her face.

  "So, listen, I'm sorr-"

  "Damnit, Chris!” She burst out, rolling her eyes at me and huffing. “I’m the one that got all creeper on you and started spying on you guys. I'm the one that needs to apologize here. Why do you think I finally just cornered you like a stalker?”

  “Anna, you don-"

  "Will you shut up and let me buy your love back with frozen treats?" She held up the two plastic cups full of icy mocha-colored slush. She was doing her very best to force a fake frown through her grin, and I started to giggle.

  "So, we're good? You aren't weirded out that I wanted you to- to-"

  Anna sighed, interrupting me. “Yes, dummy; we're always good. Even if you are this new exhibitionist deviant.”

  I rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks burn again.

  "Which, I love, by the way," she added quickly with a dramatic sweep of her arms. “Christina Ames, you're my best friend and I love you, and ohmygod, look I even had them put whipped cream on these fucking things, so just forgive me, okay?”

  I loved this girl.

  *****

  Later, back in the dorm room after we'd binged through at least two thirds of a season of old Sex In The City episodes sitting on her bed, she finally shut her laptop and turned to me.

  “So, you really like this guy, don't you.”

  I chewed my lip and looked at her quietly, before I slowly nodded.

  “No, I mean, you really like him.”

  I sighed. “Yeah, I really do. Actually I'm totally in-”

  I stopped myself as I faltered for the word before dropping it and looking down at my wringing hands. "I don't know, Anna, it's- it's complicated.”

  She nodded, rubbing my back with her hand. “So, do you want the sappy 'go get him girl' pep talk or the tough love dose of reality."

  I chuckled. “Straight talk; give me the tough love.”

  She smiled wryly at me. "Chrissy, he's twice your age, and he’s just went through a divorce like five months ago. I mean, he obviously cares about you, and I could clearly see it was a lot more for him than just the ego boost of fucking a young college girl,” she winked at me. “Believe me, I was looking for it.”

  This was a sore subject for Anna, who's parent’s had gone through a pretty messy divorce right at the start of senior year back home.

  “Look, I’m just saying...” She took a breath and looked at me, biting her lip. “You wanted the tough love?”

  I nodded.

  “Where does this go, Chris? Are you going to ‘bring him home to meet the folks’ at Christmas? Dude, he’s friends with your parents.” She chewed her lip as she put an arm over my shoulders. “Look, I’m not trying to be a bitch here, but I’m just worried about what happens to you if this all goes nowhere.”

  The tears came then, quietly, and she pulled me into a hug as they started to flow. It really was hopeless. What future did we have? I mean even if he and I were to have a-

  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

  “I need to tell you something."

  Chapter 18

  Tyler

  I was pacing the kitchen late at night, letting the sounds of the empty house breathe around me as I ran a hand through my dark hair and let the air out slowly. Jesus Christ, I’d been back home a day since the wild weekend with Christina and I was going out of my Goddamn mind about her. Yeah, it was a lot to take in, even if I wanted to take it in.

  Part of me just wanted to say “fuck it” to all the shit I knew that would hit the fan should what was going on between us become public knowledge. Fuck all the assholes who’d snub their noses or raise their brow at the age difference between us. I got what it looked like, but I didn’t care, because that wasn’t it. This wasn’t me “searching for my lost youth” or “trying to feel like a man.” Fuck tha
t. I’d had a great youth, and I’d never not felt like a man, that’s for sure.

  Whatever was happening with this girl though...it wasn’t either of those things. I might not know how to label it, but I knew that. And I might not have known what she felt exactly about it, but I knew how I felt. I wanted her, completely and utterly. I wanted to claim her, and I didn’t care who knew. Shit, I wanted to fill her up with my seed so much that it took; so much that her belly grew round with my child.

  It was a weird thought, for sure, but also one that got me hard as iron there in my kitchen. Because really, that is what I wanted, and that thought stopped my pacing cold.

  Jesus, was that what I saw in this girl? Starting a family? I mean it would be insane, and the blowback would be crazy, but the more I thought about it, the more the idea became more than just my own macho musings and turned into the truth.

  Fuck, I needed to clear my head.

  I had my gym shoes and sweatshirt on in a flash, and five minutes later, I was halfway around the block running to get my head on straight.

  “Hey neighbor!”

  I almost jumped out of my damn skin at the sound of Bob Ames’s voice, and I jolted to a stop next to him on the sidewalk outside his house.

  Outside her house.

  Yeah, so much for clearing my head.

  “Uh, hey, Bob,” I said stiffly. Jesus, talk about guilt. Bob was a genuinely nice guy. A little square for sure, but honestly a good guy. Which means I kind of felt like shit when I took his outstretched hand and shook it, because all I could think about was how I was fucking his little girl.

  “So, you’re hitting it hard, huh?”

  “What?” I almost choked on my tongue.

  Bob grinned at me. “The running, I mean. Man, I envy your commitment.” He patted the small beer belly at his gut. “I bet Helen wouldn’t mind if I lost this sometime, huh?” He chuckled as I let out a slow breath.

  Relax, man, it’s not like he knows.

  “Hey so you were in Boston this weekend, right?”

  My blood ran like ice for a second as I nodded, my jaw tight until I remembered seeing Helen near the train station the previous day when I’d gotten off. I told Bob the same thing I’d told her. “Yeah, man, had a little business up there.”

  Not the kind of business they wanted to hear about though, that’s for damn sure.

  “Went well?”

  “Yeah...yeah it was good.”

  I swallowed the lump of guilt in my throat, trying not to think about exactly how good it’d been.

  “Too bad you didn’t get a chance to see Christina.”

  I held in the groan as I took a big breath. “Uh, yeah...yeah too bad.”

  Bob shook his head and smiled proudly. “Man, she’s doing great up there.”

  I smiled, nodding along with him and trying not to think about her lips wrapped around my cock, or pumping her full of my cum.

  “I think there’s a guy.”

  I almost choked on my tongue, and for a second, the jealousy ran red in my eyes before I almost laughed.

  Oh, right, the guy is me. I’m the guy. I’m the one fucking Christina Ames.

  “That’s, uh, that’s great. Bob.”

  “Yeah, don’t tell Helen though, she’d flip.” Bob clapped me on the shoulder. “Well how about you, buddy? I know its early after the divorce and all, but any girls you big rock star?”

  Just the one, but you sure as shit don’t want to hear about that one, believe me.

  “Nah,” I lied, feeling the guilt creep through me. “Just taking care of business these days. Too busy for anything else.”

  Yeah, right.

  *****

  "Wait, for real?!"

  I was grinning like a fucking idiot, sitting in my office chair by the same window I’d peeped through to see Christina in the pool. “I told you I was going to have more business in a week or so back in Boston," I chuckled over the phone.

  The whole "business" thing was bullshit, of course. I’d made it up the first time in order to get up to Boston to see her, and now I was going to do it again. Because I had to have more of her. I’d been home two full days, and I was like a man without water without her. It’s like I was craving that tight eighteen year old pussy, dying to taste her and make her come, and feel her bouncing on my cock.

  "I can only do a day, honey."

  Truth be told, my plate was starting to fill up with business for the label. But like I said, I had to have her again.

  Someday, honey, in another world, we'll have the luxury of time and no need for secrets.

  "Well, guess we better make it count then," she said with this sexy little husk to her voice.

  “Tyler I-” she stopped suddenly, almost like she was wrestling with something.

  "Christina?”

  She coughed and then laughed. ”No, it’s nothing, I just I can't wait to see you."

  I grinned. "Me too, honey, me too."

  Chapter 19

  Tyler

  I was heading in to Boston again, this time under the pretense of a "quick business trip”. Of course, knowing what I was really doing here had my cock hard as fucking iron bar the whole train ride, just imaging seeing her again after a full two weeks apart.

  And when I saw her at the end of the track waiting for me in the station, suddenly everything just seemed right with the world. She shrieked and ran to me, squealing as she jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately.

  We'd been mistaken for father and daughter before out in public. I knew both of us were shrugging off the age gap, but up here in Boston where no one knew us, I made damn sure that the way I treated her in public made the nature of our relationships abundantly clear to anyone around us.

  In spite of that, or really I guess probably because of my very public displays of affection towards him, we still got a lot of looks from people. I knew damn well there was something scandalous about the forty year old man walking hand in hand with the barely-legal college girl, but they could look and judge all they wanted. I had the girl I lo- well, the girl I was seriously into with me, and that's all that mattered. Fuck ‘em.

  *****

  "Mr. Weaver, pleasure to have you back here with us again."

  The concierge smiled at me as he clicked away at the keyboard. "Oh, I'm sorry, I have you set up for a single king bed suite, but will you and your daughter be requiring two beds?" He looked up at us innocently.

  "No, that's fine," I said nonchalantly, feeling the cocky grin spread across my face in spite of myself. I put my arm around her and smiled at the man around my age. "My girlfriend and I will just be needing the king.”

  The man went bright red, stammering out an awkward apology that I think I relished a bit too much. I looked down and grinned to see Christina blushing just about as furiously as the concierge.

  Upstairs in the room though, the rest of the world and their opinions meant nothing as we came crashing together as soon as the door was shut. She moaned into my mouth as I kissed her, my strong arms holding her tightly as I pushed her back against the wall.