grain. It was humiliating. But even worse, it was making me nauseous.
"I'm going to puke!"
Abruptly he put me down, staring at me with consternation.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded, the nausea passing quickly.
"Are you drunk?"
"What? No, I never drink!"
"You drank with me."
I crossed my arms, glaring at him.
"Yeah, well look where that got me."
He grinned suddenly, grabbing my hand.
"Where are we going?"
"My car."
"Why?"
"To talk."
"We can talk here."
He ignored me, pulling me down the street towards his SUV. I stood there, ignoring the open door he was gesturing at. He stood over me, trying to intimidate me. It didn't work. He sighed as if I was trying his patience.
"Belinda..."
"What?"
"Get in the damn car!"
"Why?"
"So we can talk!"
I put my hands on my hips and stared at him.
"Bullhickey."
He started laughing.
"You can't even say 'shit' can you?"
I scowled at him. He was making fun of me. I yelped as he picked me up and physically placed me in the car.
"Hey!"
"Oh calm down, I'm not kidnapping you."
He buckled me in and grinned at me, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Though its not a bad idea to be honest."
I sat still as he shut the door and climbed into the driver's seat. Then I pulled off my seat belt.
"Is that really necessary?"
He stared at me, his eyes on my lips.
"Yes."
"Kyle..."
He leaned forward, his hands cradling my face. Then he kissed me so softly I almost couldn't stand it. He was so sweet sometimes. It was so romantic, so tender, so-
Then I felt his hand on my boob and the spell was broken. He squeezed it and I could almost hear a honking sound. He squeezed it again, grinning foolishly like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Kyle!"
"Come on babe. You drive me crazy dressed like that..."
"In my pajamas?!?"
"Oh, fuck yes."
He was trying to get closer and closer to me, his body heat coming off of him in waves. I was getting squished against the door.
"Ow!"
He stopped immediately, his eyes full of concern.
"You okay?"
I nodded.
"Kyle what are you doing? We are not going to do... it in this car."
"Can we go somewhere else?"
"No! My dad is waiting up for me!"
"Fuck... Just give me a taste Belinda... please..."
Something in his voice undid the knot inside me. I nodded breathlessly, letting him kiss me again. His hands wandered and I arched against him, encouraging him to touch and explore me.
He unzipped my hoodie and groaned at the sight of me in my ragged old t-shirt. His hands explored my chest as he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue.
"Hmmfff... Belinda..."
He pulled my top up and lowered his head to my breasts, worshipping them one at a time. I let my head fall back, starting to rock my hips as need overwhelmed me. He slid a hand into my sweatpants, stroking my pussy through my thin cotton panties.
Then he slipped his fingers inside my panties and I lost it. I circled my hips against him desperately as he plundered my folds. He slid a finger inside me and I pressed down on it. Wanting his touch so badly.
Wanting more.
"Fuck B! You're so wet..."
It was too much. I knew suddenly that I was going to end up screwing him in his car like a floozie. And worse than that, I was starting to really feel things for him.
Bad bad bad.
I reached behind me and unlocked the door. Then I pulled on the handle and rolled to the side and out of the car.
Before he knew what happened I was out on the sidewalk, leaving him staring at me in shock. I'd jumped out so abruptly his hand was still in the air where he'd been touching me.
"Don't follow me."
I walked quickly away, tears spilling over my cheeks and running down my face. I hadn't told him to take a hike. I hadn't told him I couldn't see him again.
I also hadn't told him about the baby.
I brushed the tears away angrily.
It was just the hormones. It didn't mean I was falling for Kyle. How could I? He was an oaf.
A big, sweet, gorgeous oaf.
I dried my tears and went inside. I waved sullenly, too ashamed
"I'm going to puke!"
Abruptly he put me down, staring at me with consternation.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded, the nausea passing quickly.
"Are you drunk?"
"What? No, I never drink!"
"You drank with me."
I crossed my arms, glaring at him.
"Yeah, well look where that got me."
He grinned suddenly, grabbing my hand.
"Where are we going?"
"My car."
"Why?"
"To talk."
"We can talk here."
He ignored me, pulling me down the street towards his SUV. I stood there, ignoring the open door he was gesturing at. He stood over me, trying to intimidate me. It didn't work. He sighed as if I was trying his patience.
"Belinda..."
"What?"
"Get in the damn car!"
"Why?"
"So we can talk!"
I put my hands on my hips and stared at him.
"Bullhickey."
He started laughing.
"You can't even say 'shit' can you?"
I scowled at him. He was making fun of me. I yelped as he picked me up and physically placed me in the car.
"Hey!"
"Oh calm down, I'm not kidnapping you."
He buckled me in and grinned at me, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Though its not a bad idea to be honest."
I sat still as he shut the door and climbed into the driver's seat. Then I pulled off my seat belt.
"Is that really necessary?"
He stared at me, his eyes on my lips.
"Yes."
"Kyle..."
He leaned forward, his hands cradling my face. Then he kissed me so softly I almost couldn't stand it. He was so sweet sometimes. It was so romantic, so tender, so-
Then I felt his hand on my boob and the spell was broken. He squeezed it and I could almost hear a honking sound. He squeezed it again, grinning foolishly like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Kyle!"
"Come on babe. You drive me crazy dressed like that..."
"In my pajamas?!?"
"Oh, fuck yes."
He was trying to get closer and closer to me, his body heat coming off of him in waves. I was getting squished against the door.
"Ow!"
He stopped immediately, his eyes full of concern.
"You okay?"
I nodded.
"Kyle what are you doing? We are not going to do... it in this car."
"Can we go somewhere else?"
"No! My dad is waiting up for me!"
"Fuck... Just give me a taste Belinda... please..."
Something in his voice undid the knot inside me. I nodded breathlessly, letting him kiss me again. His hands wandered and I arched against him, encouraging him to touch and explore me.
He unzipped my hoodie and groaned at the sight of me in my ragged old t-shirt. His hands explored my chest as he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue.
"Hmmfff... Belinda..."
He pulled my top up and lowered his head to my breasts, worshipping them one at a time. I let my head fall back, starting to rock my hips as need overwhelmed me. He slid a hand into my sweatpants, stroking my pussy through my thin cotton panties.
Then he slipped his fingers inside my panties and I lost it. I circled my hips against him desperately as he plundered my folds. He slid a finger inside me and I pressed down on it. Wanting his touch so badly.
Wanting more.
"Fuck B! You're so wet..."
It was too much. I knew suddenly that I was going to end up screwing him in his car like a floozie. And worse than that, I was starting to really feel things for him.
Bad bad bad.
I reached behind me and unlocked the door. Then I pulled on the handle and rolled to the side and out of the car.
Before he knew what happened I was out on the sidewalk, leaving him staring at me in shock. I'd jumped out so abruptly his hand was still in the air where he'd been touching me.
"Don't follow me."
I walked quickly away, tears spilling over my cheeks and running down my face. I hadn't told him to take a hike. I hadn't told him I couldn't see him again.
I also hadn't told him about the baby.
I brushed the tears away angrily.
It was just the hormones. It didn't mean I was falling for Kyle. How could I? He was an oaf.
A big, sweet, gorgeous oaf.
I dried my tears and went inside. I waved sullenly, too ashamed
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