THE DRIVER
by Valen (valen_thyan@hotmail.com)



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He smiled as she surreptitiously inspected him 
while giving directions.  He had been trying to think 
of an occupation for himself, and had just about 
settled on gas-jockey, when he remembered the car 
he was driving.  He'd need a job that would explain 
his extreme wealth and large amounts of free time.

He also needed to name himself- she was bound to 
ask sooner or later.

"What did you say your name was?"

Or sooner.  Think quick.

"'Greg," he said, and cleared his throat to buy some 
time after being ripped out of his reverie.  "Greg 
Dumas, I'm a software developer, sort of."

She chuckled politely, "...sort of?"

"Well, I don't actually do a whole lot of software 
developing anymore, but I still collect a 
paycheque," he smiled.

"Must be nice."

"Hey, I've done my time in the trenches."

They pulled up to the curb in front of her apartment 
block and he pulled down the sun visor where a few 
business cards where stashed.  He passed one to her.

"'Director of Technology?'" she read, "Wow, you 
must be a computer genius."

Now it was his turn to chuckle politely, "I prefer the 
term 'geek' if you don't mind."

Laughing more genuinely, she dropped the card into 
her purse and got out of the car.


Outside the car, Chantal took a breath and decided 
to go for it.  She poked her head through the door 
and looked at Greg.  There was definitely 
something about him- something that made her 
want to take chances.

"So, um, are you going to come up?"  She smiled, 
holding her breath.  

It was completely out of character for her to be the 
one asking a guy up to her apartment, especially one 
she'd just met.  More than just un-ladylike, it was 
also dangerous.  Despite the fancy business cards, 
she felt like he was hiding something.  For all she 
knew, he could be some kind of weird rapist that 
liked to take his time making a move.  That would 
make it worse, maybe.  On the other hand, she 
thought, maybe he really is a computer geek and 
hasn't had that much experience with girls.  In fact, 
now that she thought of it, she was sure that the 
only thing she'd ever noticed since they met was a 
slight awkwardness on his part.  It was as if he were 
new to the city, or country, or something.  Actually, 
it was cute.  And so was he, now that she realized it.  
Lately she'd been on the border of independence 
and loneliness, and he was definitely worth 
checking out.  Maybe he had long-term potential.  
She bit her lip, anticipating his answer.

"Sure," he said without hesitation, killing the 
engine.  She smiled and a wave of relief passed over 
her.


Her apartment was decorated in the typical mid-
twenties, post-B.A. style- completely inoffensive, 
yet entirely unremarkable.

They sat on her futon, drank camomile and talked.  
Chantal had reached some sort of conclusion about 
Greg and seemed very comfortable around him 
now.  She did most of the talking as she told him 
about her roller coaster ride of an education, ending 
with her at the same coffee shop job she started in 
high school.  She was now considering a career in 
aromatherapy, or maybe massage.  With her 
psychology degree, she could also go back to 
university for a few more years and maybe get a job 
as a school guidance counsellor, but she was still 
paying off her student loans as it was.

He listened to her life story, and continued his 
internal debate on whether to tell her the whole 
truth or not.  It had been his intention when he 
chased her out of the coffee shop to be completely 
honest, but when it came down to it, he chickened 
out.  Maybe he would just see where he could go 
with this, and give himself some time to work up 
the nerve.

Nodding at the right places to show his 
attentiveness, he pulled out a small bag of pot and a 
small brass pipe.  He kept one eye on her as he 
filled the bowl and grabbed a lighter laying on the 
coffee table next to a scented candle.

He was just about to spark it up when he suddenly 
remembered his manners.

"Oh, sorry," he interrupted, "do you mind?"

"No, not at all- go ahead," but she seemed a bit 
apprehensive.

He sparked the lighter and drew the flame down 
through some bud.  She sat silent for a few seconds 
watching a thin plume of smoke curl up from the 
pipe.

"You smoke up?" he asked, holding his breath.

She hadn't smoked marijuana since her first year at 
university.  She'd partied a lot that year, had a great 
time, and met a lot of people.  But during the spring 
exams, she'd realized how much work it took to do 
well at university.  After that year, she'd replaced 
most of the fun in her life with a sober commitment 
to her studies.

But she wasn't in university anymore.

And she really wanted him to like her.

"Sure."

He passed the pipe over to her and she smoked 
some.

They slowly finished off the bowl over more tea 
and talk.  She lit a few of her scented candles as 
evening came, and the rest of the apartment grew 
dark, leaving them in a cozy halo of candlelight.

Chantal was feeling giddy now, mostly from the 
weed, but partly because she was starting to really 
like Greg.  He was polite but relaxed, and clearly 
intelligent.  

She noticed more and more the way his jawbone 
was accentuated in the ethereal lighting.  She 
noticed he had strong, thick wrists, but his fingers 
looked soft and trim.  She noticed how full and dark 
his eyelashes were and how the bottom lid drew up 
slightly when he laughed or smiled.

She noticed all these things and she leaned closer to 
him.

As they talked, they inched closer and closer 
together until, sitting cross-legged on the futon, 
their knees were almost touching.

A lull in the conversation came naturally, and for a 
moment the couple sat in silence, each looking into 
the other's eyes.

The silence drew itself out and Chantal began to 
feel a fluttering in the pit of her stomach as she 
realized that they'd reached the breaking point.

She was determined not to screw it up, but was 
unsure of how to proceed.  She wondered if he 
might think she was easy if she made a move, but if 
he didn't make a move, he might think that she just 
thinks of him as a 'friend' and nothing more.

Uncertainty tore at her insides.  Her pulse began to 
pick up and adrenaline began to leak into her 
bloodstream.

The smile on his face faded just a little, as he got 
just serious enough to lean in towards her.

Chantal still wasn't sure if she should reciprocate 
just yet, after all, she didn't want to look too eager.

He brought his hand up to her cheek and gently 
stroked down to her chin.  His touch was as soft as 
her skin and he encouraged her forward.  She finally 
gave in to her desire and allowed him to draw her 
lips into his.

His lips were warm and soft, and as their mouths 
opened, her tongue slipped between them to meet 
his.

She slid her hands around the back of his neck and 
pulled his face tight against hers.  Although her eyes 
were closed, she could still feel them roll back into 
her head with pleasure as she drew a breath and 
caught his scent.

The only word that could come close to describing 
his scent was 'man.'  It wasn't perspiration, or 
cologne- at least, not entirely- but something more.  
It was that scent that sealed her fate for the night.  
Her nipples stood out and felt as though they were 
going to burst.  Her breasts were aching to be 
stroked, and her entire crotch was on fire.

Lust gripped her relentlessly and she began taking 
control of him.  She forced herself to pull herself 
away long enough to push him down on the futon 
and straddle his hips.

Her hands worked furiously at his shirt buttons as 
she unconsciously ground her pussy against the 
growing bulge of his cock.

With his shirt finally undone, she pulled off her 
sweater in one smooth motion and before he had a 
chance to help, her bra fell to the floor.

She bent back down over him and kissed his 
beautiful mouth.  She pressed her tits against his 
smooth chest and felt his hands sliding down her 
back to cup her ass.

They lay on the futon for a while, tongue dancing 
and pelvises grinding until one of his hands slid 
back up a bit and forced a short way down the back 
of her pants.

 Holding his hand, she leaned back and swung her 
leg around him, twisting in to a wavering stance.  
He propped himself up on an elbow and looked at 
her, expectantly.

She paused for a second, taking in the image of him 
lying there on her futon.  With his black dress shirt 
open, framing his erect nipples and tight belly with 
its tiny handful of curly, dark hairs making a trail 
into his pants- with his lips a deep red from her 
attention, and that look on his face, the image said, 
'fuck me.'

And she could think of nothing she'd rather do.

She felt her pc muscles spasm and she was 
overcome with a new urgency.  She quickly blew 
out the candles on the coffee table (safety first!) and 
pulled him up.

Chantal led him into her room, stopping just past 
the door to suck on his lip just a bit more before 
throwing him onto her bed.

She wasn't sure why she was acting so unusually 
aggressive.  For the moment she dismissed it to the 
drugs relaxing her inhibitions and the fact that it had 
been quite a while since she last had some good, 
clean sex.

She once again straddled his hips and kissed him 
briefly before moving on to his neck.  She breathed 
in deep that sexy smell and her mouth began 
working down his chest.

She sucked at his nipples and licked down the 
middle of his abdomen.  As the trail of hair drew 
near, her hands slid down to his hot crotch.  She 
could feel his erection and gave it a quick squeeze 
before pulling open his jeans.

Although she had never really enjoyed giving head 
before, she felt it would be different this time.  
Nobody was pushing her head down or making her 
feel like something was expected of her.  All she 
could think about was how sexy Greg was and how 
hot it made her to think of his cock.  She wanted so 
badly to feel it, to smell it and to taste it.

He arched his back a little to raise his ass and she 
pulled both his jeans and underwear off at the same 
time.  She saw his cock in its full glory, probably 
six inches long, and thick with passion.  She could 
almost see the veins bulging with the rhythm of his 
heartbeat.

Her hand circled the base and pulled it away from 
his body.  She lowered her mouth to the swollen 
head and licked off some precum.  It had a sort of 
neutral taste, so she stroked his cock one more time 
before sucking as much of it into her mouth as she 
could.

Her tongue played all over his cock, and she paused 
in her sucking long enough to nuzzle his balls, 
hanging low and heavy with lust.

She couldn't spend very much time sucking and 
licking his cock before she felt like she about to 
cum just thinking about having it in her cunt.

Quickly, she got up and pulled off her pants and 
panties as the same time, just as she had done with 
him.  As she straddled him again, now feeling his 
cock against her bare pussy lips, some rational part 
of her mind congratulated itself on the decision to 
remain on the pill despite an extended dry spell.

She was as far from dry now as she could be, 
rubbing her cunt back and forth along his cock.  It 
felt amazing as the ridge of his head passed over her 
clit, causing her stomach muscles to tighten each 
pass.

At last she could take it no more- she had to feel his 
cock inside her.  She reached down and once more 
wrapped her fingers around his shaft.  She rubbed 
the head once more over her clit and shuddered, 
pointing his cock into her hole.

She slowly sat back and his cock slid deep into her 
slippery cunt.  She imagined she could feel every 
single centimetre going in as it stretched her insides.

With all her weight resting back on her crotch, she 
paused for a second and ran her hands up her lover's 
chest and kissed him full on the lips once more.  He 
responded in kind and began moving his hips back 
and forth ever so slightly.

With their lips locked, she picked up the rhythm- 
and then the pace as they raced toward climax.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before 
Chantal was bouncing on his cock, moaning softly 
in time with his thrusts.  She felt that familiar crest 
approaching, and it looked higher than ever before.

Just as she met her climax, she pressed her tits 
against his chest once more with her mouth next to 
his ear.

"I'm cumming," she cried softly just as she fell over 
the edge.

The world exploded.  Her sight blacked out and her 
breath held fast.  Her heart was thumping so hard it 
felt as though it would beat its way through her 
chest.

Somewhere, she vaguely felt his cock jerking and 
filling her with his seed, but it only helped draw out 
her trip.


After a while she began to hear someone trying to 
catch their breath.  It took a few seconds to realize it 
was herself.

Chantal lifted her head up and looked into the 
smiling face of Greg.  Even now he looked so 
sweet, brushing the hair plastered to her face back 
behind her ears.

"Hi," she said, and smiled idiotically.

"Ow," he replied, laughing gently and looking at his 
shoulder.

Chantal lifted her hands off his bare shoulders to 
reveal dark red marks where her fingertips had 
been.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she began, embarrassed.

"No, no, don't worry about it, I'm good," he 
laughed, "it's not that bad at all."

The concerned look she gave him then almost made 
him choke with happiness.  She was just too nice.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes," he said soothingly.

Convinced, she lay back down on him and relaxed 
in the mellow afterglow, slowing drifting toward 
sleep.

He felt a little strange about this girl.  It was almost 
as if he were actually starting to have real feelings 
for her.  It was just a little unsettling.  He didn't see 
how they could ever have a proper relationship 
anyway.  He'd have to tell her everything sooner or 
later.  The only other option was to just leave, but 
that seemed like such a cheap way out.

Earlier in the evening she'd mentioned that she 
didn't have to work the next day, and they had 
already arranged to spend the day together.  He 
decided he'd tell her tomorrow.


He glanced out the window to watch the sun soar 
quickly into the sky and she slowly began to stir.

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