The Driver - Sex Stories

The Driver

... moving around in the backseat, and when he glanced in the mirror, he saw her giving him one of her "fuck me" looks. Her cheeks were now flushed, and her brown eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal. Against his better judgment, he adjusted the mirror, angling it so he could see lower.

Phoebe had lifted her skirt and pulled the crotch of her white panties aside, revealing a thatch of pubic hair. Victor got a glimpse of pink, glistening folds before looking away. He knew it would do no good to demand that Phoebe cover up, for she would only defy him. Repositioning the mirror, he managed to keep his expression neutral. He gave absolutely no indication he was getting a hard-on. "You know what men call a woman who behaves like you?" he said in that same mild tone. "A cocktease."

Victor heard her gasp. "I'm not a tease!" Her voice quavered with outrage. "I'm not even a virgin."

"Of course you aren't." He made no attempt to hide his sarcasm.

"You think I'm lying? I fucked Annika's brother two weeks ago!"

A seam of fury opened up within Victor at her revelation. Annika was Phoebe's closest friend, and Phoebe was allowed to sleep over at Annika's house because it was just as heavily guarded as her own. Victor imagined Annika's brother, home from college, waiting till everyone was asleep before he seduced Phoebe. It made Victor want to tear the bastard apart with his bare hands.

"You won't tell my father, will you?" Phoebe asked. Her cockiness appeared to have ...

... vanished.

"You're a woman now," Victor said through his teeth. "Your father no longer has a say in the matter."

Phoebe made a strange sound, almost like a sob. Again, their eyes met in the mirror, and Victor noted the sorrow her stare held. "I wanted you to be my first," she said, "but you act like you can barely stand the sight of me!"

Victor swallowed hard, at a loss as to how to respond. That explained Phoebe's behavior in recent months. The provocative looks and flashing of skin, including her pussy—it was all because she had a crush on him. He supposed it was natural for her to develop feelings for the man who had been a steadfast, unwavering presence in her life, and who would soon be saying goodbye to her. The realization made Victor feel as if a fist was squeezing his heart in his chest. "I care for you, Phoebe," he finally said, "but it wouldn't be appropriate for us to become romantically involved. It would also be a betrayal of your father on my part, and I owe him everything."

"He wouldn't have to know!"

Victor swore in his native tongue, which Phoebe couldn't understand. "My job is to guard you, not to fuck you!"

Phoebe fell silent, and Victor wouldn't allow himself to look at her. When she spoke again minutes later, her voice held a tremor. "Victor, I'm feeling really sick. Can you stop the car?"

"What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowing in concern. Examining her reflection in the mirror, he thought she did appear a little peaked.

"I think I'm ...