Fuensalida

Chapter 20

Celeste walked out of the school a week and a day later carrying two bags with her, one was a gym bag the other was her school bag. She looked out over the dreary autumn day, the brisk whisper of winter still breathing down everyone’s neck. She took a deep breath of crisp air then stopped, spotting a very familiar black sedan, the kind with the full bench front seats, the drive and reverse on a stick by the steering wheel. She hated that car and pretended to not notice it, turning away and moving down the sidewalk.

Chris looked out at her in time to see her eyes hurriedly dart away and towards the sidewalk, her body moving in the opposite direction he was facing. He sighed and moved his hands over the steering wheel, towards the horn. That caught her attention, even if she was ignoring him. She stopped moving, her head slowly turning to glance over at him. When he refused to take his hand off of the horn she sighed and moved over towards the car and his partially opened window.

“What?” she snapped.

“Must you be so negative?” he asked casually, noticing the looks students were giving them.

She put her hands on her hips, which hung both bags awkwardly around her. Hard to look tough when she was struggling under the weight of actual burdens and not just ones she had created. “Yes.”

“Get in the car first,” he directed, turning to roll up his window.

“No, I have someplace to be.” She turned her back on him and began to walk, this time in the direction his car was facing.

“All right,” he said calmly. “But I’ll drive up the street honking after you.”

She stopped. She knew he would. She crossed her arms, furrowed her brows, and did her best to be contemplative, but he had already made her mind up for her. She sighed and walked to the passenger side door and moved herself into the car, pushing her bags down at her feet and slamming the passenger side door closed just for good measure.

He let it go. “Now then, where were you headed?”

“Just go up the street and turn right,” she said vaguely. There was no point in being vague, even she recognized that. He was not letting her out of the car until they reached her destination and from there he would obviously see where she was going. She still could be difficult along the way. “Why are you here?”

“To pick you up,” he said solidly.

“Not like you ever came to pick me up before,” she grumbled.

Chris bowed his head a bit. “I’m sorry. I’ll do it more often.”

It irked her further he could say it with such sincerity. “Or you can tell me why you are here this time.”

Chris shrugged and gave her the honest answer. “You haven’t been around much so I figured this was the best way.”

Her next question should have been best way to what, but she already knew the answer. “Okay,” was her answer instead and she turned to look out the window.

Chris took the turn she had requested and continued down the road, hoping she would not drive him around in circles. She sighed, loudly. If it was just to force him into conversation or to let him know her annoyance he was not entirely sure. “Is something wrong?”

“You’re here,” she said flatly.

Chris glanced over at her, his eyebrow raised. “Am I keeping you from where you wanted to go?”

“Turn left,” was her contrite answer. He turned and saw the little strip mall with the inactive parking area around it. He knew exactly where she had been going now every day, down to the very door she had walked through. “Okay, park,” Celeste demanded, leaning down to grip her bags. Chris moved to that parking lot and drove all of the way to the back of it. “You could have parked n the street. It’s right there.”

“I could have,” he responded flatly, putting the car in park. He glanced at the building he could barely see from this spot in the parking lot, a small little Shaolin and Kung Fu self defense class. “I assume that’s where the money from the other day went.”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Good for you,” he said, and meant it. “What time does your class start?”

“Four.”

The locks on the doors clicked into place, sealing them into the car. Celeste leaned back, feeling that wrenching feeling in her gut. “Then we’ll have to be quick,” he said, shifting towards her.

“No,” she snapped and looked away from him, crossing her arms against her chest. She was ignoring the very warm feeling between her thighs.

“Okay,” he shrugged, “but you’ll miss your class.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she whined in a panicked voice.

“But it is what I meant.” His hand casually reached over and brushed her hair back from her face. She was always hooded by those long locks of hers, perhaps needing to hide behind the curtain.

“This is why you picked me up?” she snapped. “I’m guessing Mom must have gone out or something.”

He knew what she was insinuating and promptly ignored that part of her statement. “Spend less time out and I won’t have to hunt for you, will I?” He slid his hand down her body, over her breast, down over her lap and onto her thigh.

Celeste bit her lip angrily, watching his hand rub back upward. “Just stop,” she snapped. She gripped his hand and pushed at it.

“You first.” His hand disappeared under her skirt.

“What am I supposed to be stopping?” she asked, more of a way to distract him from his intended purpose.

It was hard to distract Chris when he wanted something. “Acting like you don’t want it.” His fingers gently slipped between her thighs, brushing against the thin panties that covered a very warm part of her.

She leaned back, hoping she could keep it together. “You’ll see how much I don’t.”

He already knew how much she did. He could feel the heat pouring off of her and he wanted more of it. He shifted, ignoring her huff, pushing his fingers into her panties and over her warm pussy. His fingers moved between the lips and spread them, his long middle finger running along her, stroking her.

“Why are you doing this?” Celeste asked, her voice having changed from her earlier haughtiness to the girl trapped in a situation she wanted.

He leaned closer to her, his lips moving to her ear. His fingers had her leaning back, panting. His hand moved quickly, his lips kissing her ear again, licking at her ear hotly.

“Yeah, well…” she coughed to cover up a definite moan. “My mom is more than willing.”

“True,” he licked over her ear again, whispering to her, “but she’s not you.” He felt the reaction against his hand, that moment of pure female pleasure at the mere words. He took that moment to wiggle his fingers harder against her, having her arching back.

“Obviously not,” she whimpered. “”She doesn’t fight you every time.” He ignored it, knowing the protests were all for show, whose show he did not even know anymore. He gripped her panties and tried to pull them further down her legs and away from that warm pussy he was dying to push inside. “Stop it,” she snapped, trying to push his hand away again.

“No,” he told her, sucking on her earlobe. Her squirming as driving him mad, his cock pushing tightly at the pants across him, begging to be freed. “Now you’re going to reach into my pants and pull out that big cock.”

“Not. Going. To. Happen.”

He kept licking at her ear. “I beg to differ.”

“Beg all you like,” she snapped, rather liking the idea.

“You’re going to do it, because as much as you claim otherwise you love being fucked by me.” He smirked slightly, looking her in the eye. “And you’re well aware it’s the only way your making your class.”

“That’s not begging,” she pointed out to him.

“If you really want me to beg right now…” He moved aware from her, quickly, releasing her, letting her panties remain wrapped around her thighs. He gripped the drive and started shifting it into place.

Celeste fixed herself, pushing down her skirt and looking up at him in panic. “What are you doing?”

“Taking us someplace else, so I can beg properly.”

“Not going to happen,” she snapped. She reached over and threw the car into park and moved with ease, turning off the car and tossing the keys into the backseat. He watched her, smirking smugly, until she turned back to him and gripped his chin roughly. She pushed him back against the seat hard and he gave her credit, a week had put her back into dominance mode. “You will beg.” She crawled over him, sliding onto his lap, her legs on either side of him.

He felt the heat of her sex pushed against his bulging cock, even through their clothes. “I need you too badly to beg,” he said hoarsely, surprised at his own voice. He lifted against her, watching her lift as he rubbed himself against her. He wanted the friction, the movement, he wanted to grip her and force her over his cock. He absolutely wanted her on top of him.

“You beg or I escape,” were the options she gave him. She kept her hand on his chin, holding him in place. Her other hand slide down his body, over his chest, down his stomach, and to his lap, rubbing him through his pants.

She kept rubbing him through his pants and he was trembling hard. “I’ve never needed anything as much as I need you right now,” he told her with the utmost honesty.

“That’s still not begging.” Her hand moved over his pants, opening them. He was growing harder still, his whole body humming with need. She moved expertly and for a girl who protested to seem innocent she obviously was learning when she was pretending she was a victim. The victim proceeded to free his cock from his boxers.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, finding it increasingly difficult to not put his hands all over her.

“Not…begging…” she pointed out. Her gentle hand, the one she refused to ever want to use on him, gripped his swollen cock and gave him a long stroke.

He could not keep from touching her. He moved his hands onto her thighs, trying to do nothing that will cause her to stop. He gripped her thighs tightly, but not bruisingly so, needing to feel the soft skin against his hands. “I did drive out… just to fuck you.”

“But it’s not begging, is it?” She reached down, her mood already shifting, and smacked at his hands on her legs. Her other hand gripped his chin again tightly, forcing him back into the seat, the hand around his cock moving over him, stroking him in succession.

“No, it really wasn’t,” but he could not concentrate on trying to beg her right now. All he wanted was her to keep stroking him, to keep her grip on his body. He was aching ever more for her.

She shrugged her shoulders a bit while her body said something else, sliding over him, letting his cock bump her panties. “Then I guess we aren’t doing this.”

“Yes, we are,” he moaned, shifting, trying to pull her closer.

“No, we are not.”

Chris gripped her thighs and pulled her closer to him. He felt her tense, tightening herself. He was betting that if he tried to push into her right now he would never make it. She was tighter than a coil, and he wanted her to save that for when he was inside of her.

He reached around and smacked her ass. He watched her lean back, her ruby lips parting in a cry of surprise and imaginary pain. He pulled her closer to him, rubbing his cock against her thin panties, wondering if he could simply rub them to the side. When it was working, when he was doing just that, he shifted her, keeping her tight in his grip. The thick head of his cock moved along her folds and to the tight opening begging for someone to fill it with cock. She once again tightened her entire body, refusing him entry. Now he wanted to curse the classes she was taking. He only kept rubbing the head along her, watching her tremble, hoping in her weakness she would forget to keep her body tightly wound.

Celeste leaned forward and nipped his ear. He grinned, keeping his arms tightly around her. She nipped his ear harder and only made him push harder against her. “Nope,” she snipped, tightening her body once again.

He was growing quite frustrated, for several reasons. “I suppose I could start picking you up from school every day,” he threatened, or promised. He was not sure himself which it was.

“All you have to do is beg,” she told him.

“I’m not really a beggar.”

“Then let me go.”

“Fuck me.”

“No,” she snarled.

He loosened his grip on her, looking up at the girl who had her way more times than he could count. “You’re not going to win this one,” he promised her. He reached back towards the backseat.

“Fine,” she shrugged and climbed off of him, sliding back into her seat. He fumbled around for the keys in the back, gripping them.; “Better than going to class with you dripping over me anyway.”

Chris put the key back in the ignition. Out of the corner of his eyes he watched Celeste go into pout mode, crossing her arms against those lovely breasts and turning her head to look out the window. “Fine,” he snapped at her, “we can have angry sex later at home, when you’re pissed about missing your class.” He started the car, definitely feeling more frustrated now than he had a few minutes before.

“Fine.” She crossed her lovely legs as best she could in the cramped space. Chris reached down and started to fix his pants. Her hand reached over and slid in the way of his, her fingers trailing along his cock once again. “Oh no, if you are going to drive away, drive like this.” Her fingers wrapped around the cock and gave him a few hard pumps.

“Oh no, if you’re going to touch that, do it properly.”

“I can touch it however I want, you’re driving.” Her hand kept moving quickly along his thick cock, watching him stay hard and swollen, feeling the pulsing throb in her hand.

“No, I’m not,” he pointed out, his hands definitely nowhere near the steering wheel at this moment.

“I thought you were driving away?” Her hands moved over him with a precision he wished she would use more often. He kicked out, moaning, needing to put his hands on her. He slipped an arm around her, holding her tightly. She moved back, keeping her head up and away from him.

“Fuck…” he moaned, her hands only moving faster along him. Her hands moved down, fingers rubbing his balls, then stroking upwards. She stroked his balls with every downward motion, causing him to kick out again.

“Fuck,” he moaned again, sliding his legs wider, giving her more room to play with his hard ridge. “Oh yes,” he moaned, shifting towards her.

He moved his hands onto her side, gripping her hips. He saw her lips form the protest, but he never heard the word. He was not sure if it was the blood racing through his ears or that her vocals never actually allowed the release of the word. It hardly mattered now. He was not letting her escape again. He moved her, pushing her back against the seat slowly, watching her lay back, those dark locks spread out under her, across the seat. Her hands moved away from him, down to the seat, gripping it tightly.

He moved between her legs, pushing her panties to the side, once more allowing the head of his cock to push against that tight opening. With her legs spread around him she found it exceedingly difficult to tighten herself to keep him out. This time, he was going to take her.

He pushed the head into her opening, feeling the slick wetness tight around his cock. “Oh yes,” he moaned, slowly started to push into her, pumping his hips gently. “Much better.”

She whimpered, a sure sign of her pleasure, even though she tried to deny it. “I would have been fine… with just beating you off…”

“Would you really?” He moaned loudly, still pumping, then giving one hard thrust and burying his cock the rest of the way inside of her. She arched up and cried out, her hands reaching up for something to grip. They wrapped tightly into his shirt, holding onto him as he began slowly moving inside of her. “I’ll accept that… as a change of… answer.”

He began to move quickly inside of her, pumping his hips into her, watching her body bounce with the force of the movements. He held himself over her, his gaze never leaving her, traveling her, enjoying every movement, every noise she made. “Oh yes,” he moaned, moving harder inside of her, “take my big cock.”

She struggled, squirming under him, her protest to his words, even though she had admitted before to enjoying those words. Even as she struggled against herself her hips were lifting to meet his thrusts, taking him deeply, deeper. He drove deeper, harder than he had before. This time he could not hold back, he had to feel her as hard as he could.

“Fuck, you feel great,” he moaned, pulling her harder against him. She released her grip on him, stretching her arms out. For a moment all he could see were those perfect breasts moving inside of her blouse, trying to escape from the cleavage of it. He moaned harder. “Oh yes, look at those perfect tits bounce.”

She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to keep her breasts from continuing their protest against the blouse. He growled, just moving faster, watching her face twist, feeling that further tightening of her lower body, that grip along his cock that told him she was close. He knew the tenseness of her legs, that her toes were curling and her right foot kicking a bit more, even if he could not see it. He had memorized the way she moved when she was about to orgasm and he wanted it every time.

“Yes, fucking cum, all over my cock,” he demanded of her, nearly yelling out at her.

“No!” she cried out. Her eyes filled with tears, he understood the force of every orgasm, how much it took from her, he only pushed her, rougher inside of her. He reached up, gripping her breast tightly, squeezing it, feeling it move in his hand. The soft texture of her, his fingers moving into her shirt to grip her skin, under her bra to rub along her nipple. She only trembled harder.

Her hand reached up, gripped the one that was over her breast. For once she was not trying to push him away, she was just gripping him, writhing under him. “I hate… this part.”

“Why is that?” he asked, his hips still moving, wanting it. She said she hated it, he loved every moment of her body trying to pull him deeper.

“I don’t… like it…” she was holding back, he was watching her try to shift, to lessen the pressure.

“Then we’ll have to keep working on it.” He gripped her, holding her in place, rubbing the spot that had her kick out, jerking, listening to the sound of her voice grow higher, louder.

“Or… not!”

“I… disagree!”

He disagreed enough. She screamed out, lifting and falling, her body jerking over his cock. Her foot lost control and kicked out, kicking into the steering wheel, grazing the horn enough that a short blast came out. Neither of them noticed, moving too quickly with one another, lost in a sea of body heat and need.

“Oh yes,” he moaned, pumping her harder still, feeling her pussy walls try to push him out and still he kept taking her hard. “That’s my girl.”

“I’m not… your girl…” she said between sobs of pleasure. Her heel caught in the steering wheel, keeping her in place. Chris would not let up, moving hard and deep, needing more of it, of her. “Take it back!”

“No,” he snarled, pistoning her tight body.

“Yes!”

“You’ll have to fuck it out of me,” he moaned, and he sure wanted her to fuck things out of him. At this moment there was something very specific he wanted her to fuck out of him.

“Is this… where you want…” He was ready, and he had been wondering about her recently. Could she have…?

“No!”

He was feeling accommodating, though he was quite unsure why. “Quickly,” he demanded, pulling out of her body.

“No,” she snapped.

He just pumped his swollen cock, looking down at her. “Okay, but it’s… going to get messy…”

Celeste moved, quicker than he thought she would be able to, though he saw the tremble in her body. She shifted as he pumped his own cock hard, her hand reaching into one of her bags and pulling out a towel. He watched her, his hand still moving over the thick shaft, his free hand reaching out to wrap around her arm and grips her, pulling her again him tightly.

She pushed at him, trying to escape, but he knew what he wanted. He aimed his cock against her breasts, pumping himself harder, missing the feel of her wrapped around it, but he would accept this. She tried to push the towel against him, to cover herself, but he shifted, not allowing the movement.

“You got your way already,” she snapped, “why do you have to continue to be a jerk about it?”

“You feel better,” he moaned. “If you were finishing me off this wouldn’t… be an issue.”

“It’s disgusting,” she said with an absolute ring of truth to it, “either way.”

He shifted, moving his cock between those lovely breasts and rubbed. “Then I’ll be disgusting… right here.” She tried to pull back, but his grip was strong and determined. “Here it…” She tried again and he basically straddled her chest, pumping his cock until he burst onto her, spreading out over her breasts, along her blouse. She jerked, grimacing, and he smiled knowing one day she would learn to love that feel of his cock bursting on her, if not inside of her. If only she would get on the damn pill.

He continued to pump his cock and her trembling fingers lifted the towel, wiping at herself. He watched her, still dripping along her as she tried to clean him away. He panted and spilled along her chest, dripping the contents of his body over her for her to simply wipe it away. He shifts, sitting back, panting for breath and she tosses the down stained towel into the backseat for him to take care of later.

Celeste pulled up her bag that she had dug the towel from and laid it on the seat next to her as Chris looked on, trying to fix his pants. She tore off her sodden blouse and tossed that with the towel, pulling on a tight white tank top that he could clearly see her bra through. He definitely disapproved of her wear that to kick ass. She would distract them with the breasts that should have been illegal.

Her hands moved down and began to pull off her skirt, and her very damp panties. Even exhausted Chris took the time to appreciate the view of this girl’s naked parts. She gripped a pair of pants and fit snuggly around her, showing the lack of panties, and put them in place around her body. She slid towards the door and he finally unlocked it for her.

“Have fun,” he said, not unkindly.

She however would not return the jovial mood. “Go to Hell.” The door promptly slammed behind her and he looked down at her bags she had left behind. He looked back up to see her bouncing towards a man who was walking towards the class. She promptly slid her arm through his and leaned her head on him as they walked together.

Chris was unfazed. There was no way he actually meant anything to her. She did not realize she was turning into her mother, she was using someone to get what she wanted, even if what she wanted was just to make him jealous.

Would he have been jealous? If it actually had meant something?

He disregarded the stray thought and put the car into drive, driving home with Celeste’s things in his car. He would just have to go back to pick her up, he doubted she would feel like walking after all of that.