Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Sure, hand me tools when I call for them and then stand well back, okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  It was strange being called that but also pretty exhilarating. No one had ever spoken to me with a modicum of respect before, outside of Uncle Bill and Auntie Blair, and I actually rather liked it.

  The fix didn’t take long. Not having to go get a tool every time helped a lot. When the car was done, I went out to the front and told the customers what was up. I couldn’t do the money stuff. I wasn’t qualified and had to wait for Chad to do that. Yet, it still made me feel good to get the work done. Even if the customers were a bit surprised to find the head mechanic appeared to be a young woman. I didn’t let it go to my head, knowing it was a matter of circumstance as much as anything else, but yeah, I was. Even if it was de facto.

  I was reminded briefly of Joan of Arc, the ghost of a smile haunting the corners of my mouth.

  Chad came down a while later to find three happy customers on his hands. We listened from the shop floor, a sense of relief permeating the group of trainees. After ringing up the customers, he came out to the shop floor looking genuinely stunned.

  “W-what happened?” he asked Eric, who was the oldest of the trainees and the one who’d made the stripper joke.

  Sheepishly, Eric crooked his thumb in my direction as I worked on another oil change with Juan. Dale and Jeff were working on another.

  “Sh-she took charge and told us what to do,” he explained.

  “Nina?” I heard Chad ask as I showed Juan how to put in the new oil.

  “What’s up, boss?” I asked.

  My voice sounded confident and business-like beyond my years. Nothing like the tone I’d heard Daddy use with employees.

  “What happened?”

  “I put the boys to work on the oil changes while I did the muffler, with Juan’s assistance. I went to tell the customers the work was done as two more oil changes came in, so we’re doing those. What’s next on the list?”

  His mouth actually dropped open, which in addition to being hilarious, was also pretty adorable. I couldn’t help but feel proud of my work as I really had shown my co-workers what I could do, and they all seemed duly impressed. My goal was to graduate at the top of the class and show I belonged there as much as the other trainees — maybe even more.

  Still speechless, Chad went over to our car and checked the oil change Juan just finished.

  “Good work, Dunn,” he said with a genuine smile.

  I started to feel warm as the blush spread over me. The boss was even better looking when he smiled. Particularly when he was smiling at me. I tried not to let my thoughts get too dirty. Though I couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to have Chad be my first.

  I’d never really been attracted to a guy like that before and had been starting to wonder if it was ever going to happen. Though when it can, it came with a boom. Every hormone in my young body was going nuts at the same time. I imagined him on top of me, tenderly taking my flower as I moaned and screamed my delight at the movements of his, no doubt, massive cock inside me.

  It was going to be an exciting internship.

  Chapter Eight - Chad

  It was amazing to see. It was like the trainees had come to life. They had been okay the first couple of days, but they were becoming a well-oiled machine. I kept the work light at first, trying not to shock them. Nina was the only one volunteering for any job with no hesitation. I wondered if maybe she had been raised with a lot of brothers or something.

  No matter what the cause, the garage was humming along happily. Much to the dismay of Will and the other two mutineers. I wished I had a camera to capture the moment as they came back from their two-hour lunch break protest. At that point, Nina had mostly finished the gas pump on the Buick.

  “What the fuck, man?” Will yelled, his face turning the color of jam.

  “Something wrong? I asked, unable to hide my smugness.

  “Fucking right, there’s a problem. I go to lunch, and you have some girlie doing my work.”

  I shrugged. “An unsanctioned lunch an hour early and not returning until two hours later. I thought you’d quit and was trying to do the best I could with the crew I had.”

  “You weren’t doing it, and someone had to.” Nina jumped to her feet and threw a greasy rag into a pail right by Will’s legs. Her expression was icy. “Now that it’s done, what else do you need me to do?”

  While I did my best to keep it together, I was laughing internally. I loved how feisty little Nina was. She was utterly unintimidated by the older mechanics. Also, the expression on Will’s face at being outdone by a girl was just too perfect.

  Will and the other mechanics got back to work immediately, not wanting to be embarrassed again. They worked twice as hard, letting the trainees actually assist like they were supposed to do. When everything was back to how it should be, I went back to my office, locking the door behind me.

  My cock was actually hard as I sat down. I’d been watching Nina since I came out and found she’d handled all the customers when the treacherous asses went AWOL. I really appreciated her initiative as well as her skill. The muffler job wasn’t easy, but she had still done it. And was as fast, if not quicker, than Will would have been if he could have been bothered.

  I remembered her heart-shaped ass as she bent over the open hood showing the other trainee how to replace the oil. She really was a little thing. Short and curvy but also strong. I’d seen her arm muscles and had no trouble believing she could do mechanical work. She probably had been for years.

  I thought back to when I saw her out of her overalls — the sweet swell of her tits and the lovely curve of her ass in her day-to-day clothes. I took away the jersey and jeans in my head, leaving her in only her underthings, which I imagined as a pair of satin undies and a lace bra. Not sure why; it just seemed to fit her personality. It also left her looking like a real woman.

  Taking my thick cock out of my jeans, I imagined her without the bra. Her beautiful huge tits in the open air, her hard nipples the size of pencil erasers. Then I relieved her of her panties. Her tight, pink pussy glistening with wetness just for me.

  I wondered if Nina was a virgin though it didn’t seem likely. With a body like hers, she could have had any man she wanted. She was only twenty-one but could have been fucking since high school, which would have made her experienced. That was fine. But in my head, I fantasized that she was a virgin. I’d never fucked a virgin before and had always wanted to. There was something pure and sweet about an untouched pussy that made me want to cum hard.

  I imagined Nina naked and on her knees, sucking my big cock ferociously, looking up at me confidently, almost defiantly, with those beautiful brown eyes. Sucking the cum up from deep in my balls, it felt like she was after my soul as well. Her mouth was tight, soft, and warm over my sensitive shaft. The smoothness of her inner cheeks pushed in against me as I took her chin and slammed my cock down to her throat. Drool started to run down her chin, but she never stopped.

  Nina sucked until my shaft started to quiver. She sucked harder, pushing me over the edge until I coated her throat in my thick seed. Even then, she didn’t stop.

  When she had sucked me good and dry, the little minx stood up, her eyes still burning into mine before turning around and bending over. Her hands hit the ground, but her bare ass was still at my waist. Fuck she was flexible!

  I imagined taking her firmly by one of her hips, my young lover staying still and stoic as I slid my big cock in her. Her tiny virgin pussy grabbing hold, refusing to let go until I’d fucked her good and hard.

  I did just that, pounding her sweet pink pussy until she screamed, never giving in. She thrust back against me as I fucked her, trying to get my thick dick deeper and deeper inside her. Her walls hugged me like a glove, massaging my shaft until I was ready to burst again.

  Busting out a massive load into her sweet, tender pussy, I pulled out
of my girl and shoved my cock up her ass — taking every inch of her innocent body. Nina whimpered a bit at first. It clearly was a new place for her, but she soon got used to it. Before long, I was pounding her tight little ass like I had fucked her sweet pink pussy. Nina howling all the way along, letting me know how fucking good my huge cock felt inside her.

  I came hard, barely getting tissues from the box on the desk fast enough. As I leaned back in the chair in the afterglow, regular thought resumed — though with sudden and new clarity.

  I’d never really been attracted to anyone that young before, but I couldn’t deny that Nina was super sexy, and I wanted her more than anything. More than any woman I’d ever seen. Because that’s what she was: a woman unto herself, capable of making her own decisions, as she had clearly shown with her initiative that day. The girl really was amazing. Not only super sexy but smart, capable, and confident too. Doing things with only her wits and a disorganized gaggle of interns, I wouldn’t know how to begin doing.

  I had been absolutely wrong that first day. It wasn’t at all bad having a woman around the shop.

  “Nina?” I said from the office door after I had cleaned up all the evidence.

  She stood up and fixed me in the gaze of those brown eyes I was just fantasizing about. “Sir? Sorry, Chad?”

  It was a quick save, but the others heard it. Will and Barry exchanged meaningful looks when she said sir. I got the feeling she had been raised in a pretty strict home where they had taught her to be polite, particularly to her elders and superiors.

  “Come in here, please.”

  “Okay.”

  Leaving Juan to his own devices, she came up to the office, her head held high — letting me see her beautiful face under the cap she always wore. At first, I’d thought she was dressing butch. Trying to look like she fit in with the boys. I was quickly coming to understand that, no, it was who she was — a tomboy to the core.

  “Take a seat.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “You’re not from around here, are you?” I asked.

  “No, I’m from San Antonio.”

  Of course, she was. Nina had that Southern Texas flair. El Paso and San Antonio weren’t that different in size or really that far apart, but the cultures were hugely diverse. It must have been an East-West thing.

  “Taught you to be polite, did they?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. I mean, it’s good to be polite. It just looks a bit weird around here, you know?”

  “I can see how that could be,” Nina agreed.

  “Just tone it down a bit, okay.”

  “Yes, si - okay.”

  “Much better,” I said with a playful wink.

  She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

  Shaking my head, I took a seat at the desk. “No, I wanted to apologize, actually.”

  “For what?”

  “I was an asshole when you first got here. That was really wrong. You are a great mechanic and apparently something of a leader and a natural teacher. You got that group working together when no one else would or could. That was amazing, and I am very grateful.

  “Th-thanks, and apology accepted if —” She started blushing. It was adorable.

  “If?”

  “If you take me out for a drink. Call it a penitence.”

  It felt like my stomach dropped through the floor. I could barely breathe. The girl was hitting on me. “Aren’t you too young?” I asked, searching for an excuse to say no.

  “You know I’m not.” She winked. “Let’s give it a go, hey?”

  I was shocked by the ultimatum but impressed by her bravado. Little Nina was quickly showing herself to be a woman after my own heart. She was also completely new to San Antonio, so I decided to take her to the local bar where we could be alone.

  One drink couldn’t hurt. I figured I could control myself.

  Chapter Nine - Nina

  It was almost overwhelming. I didn’t exactly grow up in the country. But I might as well have for how much I actually got out. From the moment I was born, everything I did was planned by someone else — a plan which did not include downtowns and dive bars. At least that’s what I assumed this place was, not really having much of a frame of reference.

  The more I thought about it, it became increasingly clear that I had been really sheltered, both from the evils of the world and any kind of fun. Daddy insisted that I be pure in every way for my future husband. Why he didn’t just lock me in a tower and have done with it was mostly a matter of logistics.

  I was scared but exhilarated to be walking in the city after dark, something I’d never even imagined doing before. It was a comfort having Chad with me. A big, strong man who knew the city and his way around it. I was a bit surprised he didn’t have his own vehicle, mainly because he was a mechanic but wasn’t about to complain.

  As we walked the glittering streets, I had to fight the temptation to hold his hand. Partly for comfort but also for something else. A new feeling, both scary and exciting that seemed to come up from my pussy to light up my confused but happy brain. I supposed I had the same hormones as every other girl, but no one had sent them flying like Chad.

  Nina Pierce sounded pretty good to me. Even Nina Pierce-Dunn could work. The double-barreled aspect was sure to make Daddy happy.

  It was a brief moment. Likely unconscious or out of friendliness, but Chad lightly touched my back between my shoulder blades as he held the bar’s door open for me, letting me go first. His hand was warm and surprisingly soft through the thin material of my jersey. It was a theme of manly chivalry, which continued as he pulled out a chair for me at our chosen table.

  It was challenging to read, but there were a few possibilities. He could have been sort of babying me because he saw me as young, which was fair enough. On the other hand, he could have been raised in a family like mine where etiquette, while a bit out-dated, was still held in high importance. Though it was also possible, and I hoped this one was true, he liked me and was trying to make a good impression. Then again, it could have been any combination of these as well as other reasons all his own that I couldn’t even begin to fathom.

  It hadn’t been difficult to get in. Chad had just given the doorman a nod, and the man didn’t give me a second look. It was like magic. I wondered how many people Chad knew. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had tons of friends all over the place.

  Of course, that also reminded me that he did have women all over the place. But I tried not to think about that. Focusing instead on the fact that he was there with me. Driven by unknown forces and desires, I was determined to make him mine. Or at least give it a good try. Not really understanding what this would entail at the time. I was still young and naive, and all I knew was I was attracted to Chad, unlike anyone I’d ever met before. If the old saying was true, there really was someone for everyone. I was as sure as I could be that he was mine — my soul mate.

  “So, how’d you get into cars?” he asked, passing me a beer.

  “My daddy, actually. He is really into classic cars. Mostly Fords and Chevys.”

  This was true enough. Though I lightly glossed over the fact that he owned several in a collection also including Jags, Mercedes, and more than one Rolls-Royce.

  “Taught you at his knee, did he?”

  “More or less. What about you?”

  “Not so nice, I’m afraid. My mom walked out on my dad and me when I was younger. Ran off to marry some rich bastard. Really left us in the lurch. Anyway, the only way I could deal with it was to work on my car — a 1960 Ford F-100. Damn near rebuilt the thing. Only the frame was original by the time I finished with it. From there, I started the garage.”

  “Do you and your daddy still talk?”

  “He’s dead,” Chad said bluntly after he took a gulp of beer.

  I was struck silent. My question clearly bringing up some bad memories. That
was the last thing I wanted to do. Without thinking, I squeezed his hand. He squeezed back and didn’t pull away. I could almost see the bright blue jolt crackling between us — like a lightning bolt of desire.

  “I had to sell that Ford a couple of years ago when things got tough with the economy. I’d just started the garage and was determined to make a go of it. It still hasn’t been easy, but I’m proud of what I’ve been able to build after starting from nothing. Very brave if I may say so.”

  I got the impression Chad didn’t like rich people very much. Kind of understandable considering one of them almost ruined his life, even if it was indirectly. I could tell there was still a lot of bitterness there — a lot of sadness. Suddenly I was glad I hadn’t told the whole truth about my daddy’s car hobby. My boss seemed to like me alright, but that could quickly change if he knew who I was.

  There were lots of Dunns in Texas, so he probably wouldn’t be able to figure it out from that. Even if Chad was suspicious, possibly knowing about Dunn-Ross Oil because of his job, he probably would have said something at the beginning. I was glad he didn’t because it would likely have just been another reason not to like me. A pretty little rich girl trying to play at being a mechanic. That would have gone over even worse than a pretty tomboy who’d proven herself.

  “Sorry,” he said, gently moving his hand away.

  “It’s fine,” I said, honestly meaning it.

  “So, what’s your family like?” he asked, almost laughing.

  Shit. What was I supposed to say? I didn’t want to lie because I was horrible at it. I also had the mad idea that I might be able to build some kind of relationship with this man. If that did happen, I didn’t want it to be built on a foundation of lies.

  “Supportive,” I fibbed, “my daddy is actually paying for me to get certified. He thinks important for me to follow my dreams and have a skill. I’m staying with my Auntie Blair while I’m here.”

  Okay, not entirely a lie. Blair really was cool, and Daddy did pay for the program and was happy if I was happy… at least in my hobbies. As to following my dreams, I was pretty sure he would rather I didn’t have any dreams at all. Unless they conformed to his plan for my life and ideas of who I should be.