Garage Boy

This is a rough draft and my first piece, is not finished! Fiction.. please rate. Will be editing and finishing soon!

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We walked out to his car and I absolutely fell in love more than what I did the first time I've seen it. White TC with dark tint windows and black tires with rims. Sleek and clean as shit. I opened the door and sat down. He turned the car on and down by my feet I noticed shades of blues and green illuminating my pedicure.

"The LEDs are a nice touch."

"Thanks, I put them in when I put my new system in." He revved the engine and she purred so beautifully. "Any music preference?"

"You know we listen to the same exact music."

He smiled. "Just making sure, didn't know if your music taste changed with your moods." He was such a smartass, but he was right so I couldn't help but laugh.

"Dick, not my fault I'm an emotional bitch."

"I know."

The ride was decent. We talked about life, his past more than mine. I try not to open up to men too much.

We got to the river, it was gorgeous. I love how the water lights up from the moon and night sky. We talked about earth, Mother Nature, all the possible things that could be under the water, science, anything we could. It was nice to have a stimulating conversation after you haven't had one in awhile. We finished our chit chat and headed back to his garage. I loved watching him work on his cars and handing him the tools acting like I know what I'm doing. I think he thinks it's cute.

I was standing against the car he was working on earlier that day as he complimented my shoes. I looked at them and thanked him. When I looked back up his hands were coming up to caress my cheeks as he leaned in for a kiss. I moved my head to the side, "What are you doing? I thought we agreed to be friends."

He stepped closer to me with me realizing I cant really go anywhere backed into the hood of his car.

"We are friends, but I can see you still want me, so I'm cool with being friendly friends again."

Okay this was not supposed to go this far.

"Okay but that doesn't mean I want that. I was serious when I said friendship only. No more of the kissy gushy stuff."

His eyes and expression did most of the replying to my statement. He scanned my body up and down, biting his bottom lip.

"You have such a good pussy. All you do now is drink wine in your living room. It would be a shame for it to go to waste."

"Okay I understand we have tried to do this before and we both gave into it but I am serious this time. I don't like how you're talking to me and I want you to stop or I'll be leaving."

He reached around and grabbed fingers full of my hair by the base of my skull and pulled my head back, his face In the nape of my neck. "I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to chick but I know why you really came here tonight."

His breath was so warm to the touch of my skin it sent shivers down my spine. I tried to move my head and depart his embrace but every time I moved my hair pulled and each time I would feel a butterfly flapping its' wings down below.

"Let me go!" I was starting to get super worried. "The only reason why I came here tonight is because you told me your best friend tried to kill himself! I just wanted to smoke with you and help you feel better but you're taking this way too far!"

I felt his lips brush against my ear. "I bet you're soaking wet right now bitch."

I've had enough. I didn't work as hard as I did to retain the self love I have now and actually feel comfortable setting boundaries just for him to ruin it. I slapped him across the face and pushed him away but his grip was too strong and he was resilient. Plus there wasn't too many places for me to go because during this whole process I didn't realize his leg worked its way between mine and he had me backed and pinned against the hood of his car.

"You just made this a whole lot more difficult for yourself chick." He pushed his leg harder between mine and his thigh was pressing into my pussy. He gripped my hair tighter than previous and yanked my head back even more as he started to kiss my neck. I could feel his tongue tracing my skin as his lips massaged me. Every few seconds he would press his teeth into my skin, each time getting harder in pressure. "Please stop!" I started to feel the tears in my eyes start. I was supposed to be able to trust him. He was still supposed to be my best friend..

Which each time he bit down my body would tense and move against his. I knew he could feel the heat that was beginning to flow out of my leggings in through his sweatpants.

His hand grabbed both of my wrists as I'm trying to hit him anywhere I can get and spun me around, his other hands still connected to the roots of my hair. He bent me over the hood and grabbed the grease rag from earlier and set it beside me. He pushed into me to keep me from kicking him and I could feel him through my leggings. His visible covered by decently thin material hard on was press against my pussy and I could tell he was right, I am soaking wet. He kept pushing into me harder every time I would try and fight against him but I was putting up a decent match. I had plenty of experiences in mosh pits so I know how to flail my body even when I'm getting tired.

He then reached down in front of me and immediately started exploring with his fingers. I know he felt the heat through my leggings because as soon as his hands were over my pussy he let out a moan and I could feel his dick twitch against my ass. He started pressing into me quite hard, enough to make me stop fighting back.

"Oh, did I find your spot?" He still had my hair in his grip and he started moving his fingers over me in a circular motion. "No matter how many sex therapy sessions you go to you know you're still a little slut."

My breathing started getting slower and heavier, I couldn't help it. He knew all my spots and just how to work them. "Wanna know how I know? Because I can feel how fucking wet your pussy is just from being over your pants." Each time he spoke his fingers got tougher and quicker. I let out a small gasp trying to hardest to keep any noise or any tiny hint that my body was giving up on me and taking on the feelings I was getting inside me.

"Mmmmmm yeah you like this you slutty bitch." He stopped moving his fingers and reach over for the grease rag, while I had time to move I started flailing again but my lack of energy was no match for him. He tied both my wrists together behind my back, I could feel the grease slide over my skin warm enough to tell it was somewhat fresh. When he completed the task he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me up so I was right against him, my back to his chest, his hard on sticking straight into me through our pants.

"Why are you doing this to me..." I couldn't tell if I wanted to cry or moan. Probably both.

"Because you want me to." He grabbed my face and turned my head towards him and kissed me hard. As he was trying to pry my mouth open with his tongue his free hand went inside the front of my pants and started to slide in between my pussy lips. I let out a moan and he started rubbing his fingers against my throbbing clit. We were full on fucking with our clothes still on pretty much. My wetness sealed through my leggings onto the crotch of his sweats. I don't remember ever being this wet before except when we first fucked I rode him backwards and created an ocean below us.

It seemed like for minutes we were dry humping each other. I told him no, but my body wants him inside me so bad..

He yanked me back around and slid his hands underneath my bottom and lifted me up. I had a clear view of his boner and this boy was definitely a grower. I wanted to fight but I couldn't. All energy was taken out of me. He started to yank my pants down and for some reason why hips lifted along with him. I laid down on my back on the hood, my hips dangling off the edge. He smacked the side of my thigh by my ass with all his force. The tears started again but I liked it so much.

"I want you to look at me tonsils deep in your pussy." With that he started licking my thighs mixed with biting, my legs hung over his shoulders. My wetness was everywhere and trickling down my thighs for him to lick clean. He would get so close to my clit but not actually touch it. I started to breathe harder once I felt his fingers graze my lips and trace his fingertips. "Out of all the bitches I've fucked your definitely have the best pussy out of all." I just wanted him to stop talking and put his pussy in my mouth so I started pushing it up towards him. He gave my thigh one last bite then went all in. His tongue was sliding all around me, up and down slowly, flicking over my clit. Every time he went near my opening I could feel my pussy tighten just wanting something inside me.