The Driver - Sex Stories

The Driver

... opened the car's back door for her. "Good afternoon, Phoebe," he said.

She sniffed the air around him, wrinkling her nose. "You've been smoking again."

"But not in the car, which is the only area that concerns you at this moment."

"I thought you'd quit." She climbed into the backseat, her skirt riding up her thighs. Victor immediately averted his stare. Once he was again behind the wheel, they began the drive toward Phoebe's house, which was more like a gated compound. It was nearly an hour's journey from the school, but her father had insisted she receive the best education possible while remaining under his roof throughout her high school years. Thus, the tiring commute. Phoebe used to tell Victor about her friends and what she'd learned in class, but in recent weeks, she'd grown quiet, almost sullen. Victor found he missed their conversations, which had broken up the monotony of the drive, but he didn't press her to talk to him. At least she wasn't hounding him to play her favorite music, which she called grunge and he called noise.

As they headed away from the city and their surroundings grew more rural, Victor glanced in the rearview mirror and found Phoebe regarding him. "Victor," she said.

"Yes?" He fixed his stare on the road once more.

"What will you do with yourself when you no longer have to drive me around everywhere?"

It was uncanny, Victor thought, the way Phoebe seemed to sense what had been troubling him as of late. Her question was like ...

... a finger pressed into a raw wound. "Oh, I'm sure your father will find some other job for me."

"Will you miss me?"

Victor looked in the mirror again and found that Phoebe had spread her legs wide, her posture decidedly unladylike. She'd been this way recently, unbuttoning her blouse and leaning forward to give him a good look at her cleavage, or making sure her skirt revealed plenty of thigh. He told himself it was because she was now a woman, full of urges the students at an all-girls school couldn't satisfy. "You've been quite a handful at times," he told her with a wry smile.

"Victor?"

He fought back a sigh. She was determined to be a pain in the ass today. "Yes, Phoebe?"

"Do you ever think about me while you're jerking off? You still jerk off at your age, right?"

Though Victor's grip on the wheel tightened, his tone remained pleasant as he said, "What's gotten into you? You're a bright young woman, soon to head off to university. You have been given an excellent education, and every opportunity in life, yet you sit back there and talk like a common whore." He could speak to her in such a way without fear of reprisal, for she was no snitch. Hell, maybe she pushed Victor because she knew he was the only person who would be so blunt with her. He took no pleasure in being disrespectful to her, but she brought out his worst side sometimes, with her mocking remarks and cruel taunts.

"I bet this will make you jerk off tonight," Phoebe said. Victor heard her ...