Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... arms-length, was Sylvia. She was unusually restrained, for her anyway. Tom assumed that it was because of shock from the accident. She was shaken up more than she might have let on. He could feel her struggling with some thought or decision almost as if she were talking out loud. When she cleared her throat softly, he knew she must have come to a conclusion.

“Tom? I… I want to thank you… for saving me… saving us.” Sylvia spoke so softly and hesitantly that Tom wondered if she were the same girl.

“I only… helped. Anyone would have.” Tom deferred modestly.

“No. Not everyone would have.” Sylvia said somewhat cryptically as she wrung her hands together and looked stoically through the windshield at the flashing lights of the Sheriff’s cruiser they were following.

“You know, I have… have liked you for some time. I… I wanted to be your… girlfriend Tom.” Sylvia said, still staring out the windshield.

Tom glanced over at Sylvia, or the side of her face anyway. Her eyes were glued to the windshield but they were glassy as if she might start crying at any moment. The moment must have been picked up by the girls in the backseat as it became noticeably quieter in the car despite the highway sounds of the tires and the engine running at higher speed than normal. What to say?

“I…” Tom began, but paused as his mind raced for something to say that didn’t sound mean. “I know, Syl. I’m flattered, I always have been…” Tom started and drifted into silence again as he ...

... searched for words.

“But?” Sylvia prompted with a still subdued voice that sounded like she wearily accepted the inevitable.

“But… but I… I didn’t feel the same for you. I… I didn’t know how to tell you without hurting your feelings.” Tom said after struggling with what to say.

Sylvia swallowed hard. The fact that Tom even had considered her feelings in the first place made her feel like she had lost that much more. He was being honest with her, something that she was not at all familiar with, from most anyone, let alone a boy. The welling in her eyes breeched her lashes and down ran the tears. She didn’t sob or anything audible, just the tears of sadness and perhaps regret silently running down her pale face.

“Syl… Any guy would be lucky to have your attention. You’re… gorgeous. You’re smart, you’re driven…” Tom reached again verbally trying to give her a little of her strength and confidence back.

“That’s nice of you to say, but I know that I’m a bitch. Some call me evil… I’m not really.” Sylvia said then snuffed her nose before raising her left wrist up to wipe at the waterworks coming from her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have said that… but, you are a force to be reconned with when you set your mind to something.” Tom said with a sardonic smile that he couldn’t stifle.

Sylvia smiled a little herself before turning again to look out the windshield. They drove on in silence for a few moments but Sylvia had to speak what was on her mind and heart now rather than ...