Drive - Sex Stories

Drive

... She wants an, she wants...an experience, I guess. With you."

"This is...this is, I don't even know."

"Talk to her. I'm hanging up now. We can talk when you get home, but don't you drop her off until you've talked to her, okay? Love you, honey. Talk to her."

Gil stared at his phone in wonder. A text came through while he gaped that read 'Talk to her'.

"I, uh..." Gil said, unable to form even the most rudimentary thought.

"I didn't know you would be this, like, weird about it." Heather said, but her tone belied her patience. "Sorry, that's not fair...not nice of me."

"No, it's okay," Gil breathed. "It is weird, but not..."

"Unwelcome?" Heather answered for him. "Are you at least really, I don't know, like you said, 'flattered'?"

Gil looked at Heather and started seeing her again for the first time. The inside of the car was dark, but the shopping center's lights were more than adequate to make out her expression. Her eyes were kind, and her lips were parted, and Gil wanted nothing more than to kiss her right then, abandon all pretense.

"You can just ask me. Would asking me make you feel better about it?" Heather asked. When she got no answer, she pressed on. "If it makes you feel better, I've been wanting a goodnight kiss from you since, I don't know, like, forever."

Gil's cock stirred, adding to his confusion.

"What do you think about my dress? I don't normally wear stuff like this, but Alice helped me pick it out. I think I love it. How ...

... about you?"

"It's beautiful," Gil said, finally. "You're b-b-beautiful." Damn, he hadn't stuttered like that since he was a kid.

"Thank you," Heather said, self-consciously twirling a lock of her hair before winking at him. "And, you are very, very handsome, but you are also sweet and thoughtful and kind and generous and, like..."

Gil looked away. He hadn't heard anyone say these sorts of things to him for years. He knew that Alice made a point to flatter him like this all the time, but it felt like a lifetime since it had mattered, so he must have just stopped listening.

"I need...this, this is just so," Gil struggled. "I can't even..."

"Sure, you can," Heather said, a devious grin spreading across her face. "And I, like, want you to."

"But I'm, and you're," Gil stopped himself. This was starting to become embarrassing. "And this is...It's just, uh, a lot."

"Yeah, I guess so," Heather said, trying not to sound hurt. "Are you, what, turning me down?"

"No!" Gil startled himself. "No, please don't, kiddo, I mean, don't take it that way."

"Okay, then. What?"

"I need time, to think. I'm not an impulsive person," he said more to himself than to the lovely young woman sitting inches from him. "I don't make rash decisions, and right now, anything other than driving you home would feel like that."

"Impulsive," Heather repeated.

"Rash," Gil added gravely. How could he possibly answer that now that he knew how she felt that he wanted her back more than ...