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Driving Lessons Chapter 7 |
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Tuesday arrived too quickly. I felt like I was carrying on a long distance relationship with Candy because I saw so little of her. What time we did have together was occupied with my and Marianne's affairs, including Candy's bankrolling what we, or rather Marianne, did. Tuesday night initiated a pattern that would take place the rest of the week: driving lesson, dinner, another short driving lesson before stopping at a motel for our tryst. I got home some time between eleven and midnight, always finding my father awake pretending he was reading. I'm going to skip ahead to Thursday night since it was significant in several ways. After Tuesday night Marianne and I left school during lunch each day for a quick one, something she seemed to require, so my time with Candy was limited to the minutes before her work started at four. Thursday was the last we could expect to see each other until Monday. Two things were happening to me. Sex with Marianne was great, lusty and pleasurable. She required both variety and utter satiation. Once or twice were not nearly enough. Being in public with her, though out of town, was pleasurable for me but I was surprised how low key the reaction was due to Marianne's beauty and vitality. She had both in spades. She was noticed but men didn't ignore their girlfriends and wives to stare at her. I did learn later that Marianne could be the center of attention in some environments. That would happen on the weekend. After dinner I drove to the motel we always used, an older establishment with cabins. I waited in the car while Marianne made arrangements which took ten minutes or so. My mind didn't jump to the obvious. My mind doesn't work that way. Two clues. The time she took and her making me park in the shadow by a remote cabin. Once inside, after locking the door, she told me, "If anyone knocks, tell them to go away. If they bother us too much we'll go to another motel." There were knocks each night, a few of the knockers being persistent and shouting things. On Thursday we'd locked the door but this time Marianne wanted the light to stay on. She undressed while I watched, sitting in a chair across from the bed. She pulled the blankets from the bed, letting them fall to the floor, and flopped onto her back. I undressed more slowly, watching her and trying to memorize what I was seeing, which was impossible. She constantly changed in appearance because she was three and not two dimensional. A slight shift in angle or gesture and everything altered. Still beautiful, sometimes imposing, sometimes mysterious, sometimes frankly sexual. She was the latter now, exuding a heat. I crawled onto the bed and between her legs. Marianne usually preferred a warm up with my licking her clit. There was no kissing, cuddling or stroking until later. What was paramount at this moment was her orgasm. I was promised one shortly after. We'd fuck for hours. At that moment, as my tongue was about to touch her clit, she said, "I've been good again. Joe always offers a bottle, but I said no. None since Saturday. I think if I can limit myself to just weekends everything will be okay." I was on my elbows looking at her. She was looking at the ceiling. Just then someone pounded on the door. "Tell them to go away. This is tiresome." I shouted at the door, returned to look at her. That's when the shouting started. "Oh god," she said. "We should have gone to the other place. I thought we had this settled last night." I ignored the shouting outside. "Who's Joe?" "Shit." I watched her. "I can't think with that noise. Make it stop." I got off the bed, put on my pants. "Don't you dare open that door, Brian. I mean it. Just tell them to go away." So I shouted and they shouted back. I shouted again and things were quiet for a moment. Then someone began tapping on the window. "What's going on, Marianne?" She got off the bed, put on her slip and sat in the chair. "They can't see us, can they?" "The blinds are shut. Marianne?" "Give me a minute to think." She looked up at me, looked away. "Shit." She stood up and went over to the window and shouted. "Go the fuck away, will you." She said to me. "This is absolutely the last time for here. Sit down on the bed and don't look at me." She sat in the chair. "Please don't look at me like that. Okay? Give me a minute. Shit." I stared at the impression her body had left on the sheets. "The problem is I'm starting to like you and this always happens, though you'd know anyway this weekend. I wanted to pretend just one more day. Fuck." She shouted, "Go the fuck away. I'm not doing it. Just leave us alone." Things started to fall in place. "Joe owns this dump. I come out here when I'm down. He gives me a key, a bottle, and after he's gotten his, leaves me alone. I could finish the bottle, or try too. I never actually finished a bottle. Guys knew if they saw my car here that they could—How much do you actually want to know? I haven't had a drop since Saturday and I was feeling good. You're sweet, Brian. You let me call the shots, went along with what I wanted to do. No one else has ever done that. I've blown it, haven't I?" All this said while people were carrying on outside. "Guys just want one thing. I want it too, so badly. It's easier if I don't actually know them. I've tried so hard keeping things in balance. My needs, my drinking, and my reputation. I actually do date once in a while and am absolutely good, nauseatingly good. Maybe a kiss at the end of a boring evening with the captain of the team, or some squeaky clean shit. I wish they'd stop. I brought you here because I knew there'd be no questions asked. "You can look at me now. I've said the worst." I turned to her. Marianne's eyes were tearless. Her demeanor had that frigid quality it had Friday night. "So while I was waiting in the car you and Joe were—" "He gets his cock wet in my cunt first, then fucks my ass. That's what you want to know? Usually I have a drink first, straight, out of the bottle. Then down to business. But every time this week with you I've been stone cold sober. Joe's pretty much the only one, besides you, except for Saturday night. My date. Here. Loaded, letting anyone who wanted do anything they wanted. I have to tell you," she smiled, turned slightly in her chair, "talking about it makes me hot. No boring preliminaries. They whip it out and slam it in. What's the most incredible is taking on several at the same time, in a room full of stinking, lousy men, going at it for hours. Tonight I wanted you to shove a coke bottle up my cunt and then take my ass. Joe'd gotten it ready for you. I could pretend it was two at once which is the best ever." She shouted, "Oh fuck, just leave us alone." She stood, removed her slip, found her bra and put it on. "We can't go until they leave. I mean you can go, but if I open the door it'll start. We could do that. You could go wait in the car. They'll settle down once they know they can get some. Maybe you shouldn't look at me any more." She found her panties and put them on. "I can't understand why Joe is letting them carry on like this. It must be disturbing someone. Joe's old, he's fifty or sixty, and fat and he only lasts for a minute or two. It's what I need. On my knees on the floor moaning as a fat old man fucks my ass primed me as it were." She sat back down. "It's been nice, Brian. Candy's been a dear loaning you to me. I knew it wouldn't last. Okay? And I know you have other plans this weekend. Shit. Go ahead and open the door. You can watch if you want." She looked over at me and smiled. "It'll be edifying. One of the Barkley twins getting what she deserves. Actually my sister is little miss goody two shoes. I can't believe we're twins. I'll do it." She got up but I took her arm. "You're so pretty, Marianne. Do you get told that often?" She stared at me, shook her head. "So you have a coke bottle somewhere?" "In my purse." She began to smile. "You mean it?" I was thinking in for a penny, in for a pound. "Take your clothes off. I want to watch you fuck yourself first, then we'll do it. I'm not happy, I'll toss you outside and you and they can do whatever they want. No reason for me to sleep in the car, is there?" "None at all, dear." The panties and bra were off in seconds and she was on the bed, the bottle clutched in her hand. She lay back. "I don't just ram it in. Slowly, like this." She was going to give me another driving lesson. Driving
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