My town was so rural and close-knit that I immediately recognized her from the local church. I had been forced to attend at least one sermon with my family a long time ago. She had caught my attention immediately. She'd shyly stood behind her parents in a cute white dress. At a certain point, our eyes had locked. A pretty blush had crept up her soft, pale skin as she tore her blue eyes away.
She'd been sixteen then, and now, likely eighteen. She walked past my car. The backpack she wore told me she was still in school. Innocent Darla, my stomach clenched at the sight of her. Her short skirt threatened to reveal her ass, and she wore the local school's cheer sweater. She must've joined cheer this summer. I watched her walk. My fingers dare to turn the engine on, and possibly give her a ride.
I hold back, gripping the steering wheel, and watch her blonde curls bounce against her back.
Was she aware of how fuckable she was? As I watched her I was highly aware of how petite she was and how lewd and stark a contrast my manly frame would look while I'd pump my cock in and out of her.
My dark thoughts wondered if the pretty pussy between her slender legs had been deflowered.
The sensation of my aching fingers tightening around the steering wheel brought me back to reality. I held back, waiting until she rounded the corner before I dared to start my car. Against my better judgment, I found myself following the same path she took, and there she was, walking along the road. Despite the flood of emotions, I exercised self-control, forcing any intrusive thoughts out of my mind.
For a while at least.
A few days passed, and she continued to reappear and then vanish just as quickly. Each time, she would walk past my workplace on her way home from school, captivating me. I found myself waiting for her in my Impala, eager to catch a glimpse of her, to witness the mesmerizing sight of her blonde curls cascading down her waist, and to experience the subtle allure of her carefully chosen outfit.
During the night, I'd wrap my hand around my cock and imagine myself inside her, pumping her full of cum, hearing her moans, whether or not they were pleading for me to stop or urging me to continue. I'd imagine myself thrusting into her tight cunt, watching her back arch with each thrust, her breathing becoming more and more labored with each passing second.
It was quickly becoming too much. I needed her, to make her mine.
On Friday I waited, pretending to fix something under the hood of my car. My anticipation was electric, a thrumming in my veins that made my hands tremble slightly as I fidgeted with the tools. Every sound seemed amplified--the crunch of gravel underfoot, the distant hum of work--each one a reminder that soon she would be here.
Almost curiously, she took her steps slowly. I slammed my car hood down with a thud looking up just in time to see her jump and meet her innocent blue eyes.
"Hello, I'm sorry if that scared you," I said gruffly and she blushed. I took a moment to admire her. Her blonde hair cascaded around her face, with a pink hair clip adorning the left side. She looked incredibly soft, with full eyelashes, kissable cheeks, and a flushed pink hue against her pale skin. Small freckles dotted her neck, leading down to her chest, which was covered from my prying eyes by a baby blue dress adorned with white flowers.
"It's really okay, sir," her voice was delicate and quiet as she spoke. A shy smile played on her lips. Her cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink. As she gazed towards the car, she remarked, "Is this your car? I see it here all the time. My father would be jealous." Suddenly, she stopped, looking embarrassed. She quickly looked away, mumbling something before trying to run off.
I grab her arm, "do you think it's nice girl?"
She stares at her arm causing me to let go, then nods her head. "Well it's alright to express your admiration, isn't it?" I continue, gazing down at her small frame. I'm highly aware of how easily it'll be to overpower her.
"I guess so sir, I don't want you to think I'm weird I guess."
"Why would I think you are weird, hmm?" She replies with a small "mmm" that tells me she doesn't know why.
"Well, I'll tell you what I don't. I think your dress is lovely," I said with a warm smile. "The blue really brings out your eyes." Her cheeks flush, she gave a shy smile in return.
"Now do you think it's weird that I expressed my admiration for you?" She looked at me with wide eyes and shook her head slowly.
"No, not at all. It's very sweet of you."
I smile at her warmly, "Are you walking home?" She nodded. "Yeah, I live nearby."
"Are you walking home?" She nodded. "Yeah, I live nearby."
"Well, would you like to ride?" I gestured to the car. "It's nice, and I can assure, it's a much better choice than walking home in this heat." The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything it touched, and the heat was relentless, making the air feel heavy and thick. Even the lightest breeze offered no relief from the oppressive warmth. It was the kind of day that made every step feel like a marathon. I highly doubt she'd even considered turning down a cool car ride.
"I suppose so, it's really kind of you sir." At her words, my cock soared. I'd won. She looked up at me so trustingly her eyes gleaming with admiration at my offer unknowing of my underlying intent.
I hurried to the other side of the car ushering her in. She hesitated a little, but quickly got in, her face still beaming with appreciation. I smiled to myself as I started the car. I was one step closer to achieving my goal.
"I just realized I never got your name sir." I chuckled and said, "It's Tobias cutie." She blushed and said, "It's nice to meet you Tobias."
While we drove I constantly glanced over at her. Her blue dress slowly rode up her creamy thighs. I wanted to reach over and finger fuck her right there, bend her across the center console, and pound into the rosy pussy I knew hid between her legs. I could feel my heart rate quicken as I imagined it. I took a deep breath, trying to gain control. I knew I had to stay focused and keep driving.
After a while she spoke, "You can actually turn around here." I missed the turn purposely, "Ah I'm sorry we'll half to go around."
I felt her stare at me before she responded okay. The atmosphere inside the car was tense, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty hanging in the air. The quiet hum of the engine was the only sound as I drove further, then further from her house. I was surprised by her quietness. It wasn't until the houses began to dissipate that she spoke up.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You're going to be a good girl okay?"
The more we drive away from town into the rural backroads she begins to protest.
"Please let me out, I don't know why you're taking me out here." She pleads with me, her voice trembling with fear.
I slowly pull over and turn off the engine. I breathe out and stare at her, while a blush still paints her cheeks. Tears that spur my cock decorate her innocent face and she looks at me with worry.
"Will you be a good girl for me?" I don't recognize my own voice. It is thick and gruff with lust.
"I don't know sir. I don't understand what you mean by that." Her lips tremble.
"Has your daddy ever told you how good girls should please their husbands?"
She shakes her head, confusion mixing her confusion. "They provide as a wife like God tells them to?"
I fight a devilish smirk. She was just as I thought she was a naive little girl not even taught how to please a man. I'd made my decision, I'd teach her the correct way and make her the perfect little fuck toy.
"You're a pretty girl. No men have shown you how you're rightly supposed to take care of your future husband?"
"No, never," she responded, her voice shaking. "But I'm sure they will. Won't you take me home? My momma is waiting for me!"
I hear her pleas as I step out, cock straining in my pants I throw her door open. "Please sir!"
