I wrote previously a garage boy story but I wanted to switch it up sooooo have fun :*
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It was a Saturday night... I don't usually do anything on Saturday nights, or any other night. I'm pretty much a homebody. If I'm not at home reading, or Netflix and chilling with MaryJane and my vibrator, I'm at work, the gym, or the library. But I did have plans with Johnny to go out for a smoke cruise. Johnny has become one of my closest friends. I met him through my friend Jamie's boyfriend, Corey. Johnny is Coreys' brother. Jamie and I would go to Corey's often to hang out and listen to music, smoke and chill. The one night we went over and Johnny was there, too. I didn't really pay him any mind because he wasn't my type at the time. He was a white boy, late 20s, blonde hair he kept in a man bun with a beard to go with it. I've ran into him a few times after that but never really said anything to him.
Well, the one night after drinking at Corey's, I passed out on his couch. I awakened to a bright light, my back was towards the door. I turn my back to look and I saw something standing in the light. It didn't hit me that it was Johnny, but he looked incredibly attractive. I'm not sure what it was...
But yes, I told Corey I thought his brother was extremely attractive. He then proceeded to tell me that his brother also told him he thought I was cute a few weeks earlier, but Corey told him "he wasn't my color." I laughed and asked Corey why he said that and he said his brother was a player, and Corey thought I was sweet and didn't want to see me get hurt. But one night I hooked up with Johnny. We had a party at Corey's and he was in the process of trying to hook me up with Johnny. Long story short... Johnny and I had the best fuck I ever had in my life that night. The AC froze over that night so we were drenched in sweat. He said he's never gotten that wet from sex before. I felt accomplished. After that we messed around a few times again, but we grew close as friends as well.
He told me things he doesn't tell anyone else. Would talk to me about his dark feelings and all. And to be honest I started to fall for him. Which is why I had to cut it off eventually. I tried to cut it off multiple times before, but I just found that man so attractive that I just gave in to my desires and couldn't help myself. But after a few arguments with him, I decided I needed space. Space to detach myself from him, and eventually it worked. I started to find myself and my happiness without him again. But this night he asked to go on a smoke cruise and I agreed. He told me prior that his best friend tried to kill himself and he was really upset, so I agreed. I mean, he is my friend after all still. It's the least I could do.
We met at his brothers again, and after a few blunts passed around we decided to head out.
Something that really drew me to him is he's a mechanic. I don't know what it was but I just thought it was super hot.
We walked out to his car and I absolutely fell in love more than what I did the first time I've seen it. White TC with dark tint windows and black tires with rims. Sleek and clean as shit. I opened the door and sat down. He sat down next to me and turned the car on, down by my feet I noticed shades of blues and green illuminating my pedicure.
"The LEDs are a nice touch."
"Thanks, I put them in when I put my new system in." He revved the engine and she purred so beautifully. "Any music preference?"
"You know we listen to the same exact music."
He smiled. "Just making sure, didn't know if your music taste changed with your moods." He was such a smartass, but he was right so I couldn't help but laugh. I liked when he was a smartass, my type of man.
"Dick, not my fault I'm an emotional bitch."
He looked at me with his blue eyes and smiled with a laugh. "I know."
The ride was decent. We talked about life, his past more than mine. I try not to open up to men too much. We decided to go to river. It was gorgeous. It was night time, possibly around 10pm, I love the night time and I loved how the water lights up from the moon and night sky. We talked about earth, Mother Nature, all the possible things that could be under the water, science, anything we could. It was nice to have a stimulating conversation after you haven't had one in awhile. That was another thing I enjoyed about being his friend was we could actually talk and had long conversations. We finished our chit chat after a quick 2 hours flew by and we decided to head back to his garage. I loved watching him work on his cars and handing him the tools acting like I know what I'm doing. I think he thinks it's cute.
I was standing against the car he was working on earlier that day as he complimented my pedicure. I looked at them and thanked him. When I looked back up, I saw his hands were coming up to caress my cheeks as he leaned in for a kiss. I moved my head to the side and pushed my hand on his chest to stop him. "What are you doing? I thought we agreed to be friends."
He stepped closer to me knowing I couldn't go anywhere because I was already a few inches of my back against the hood of the car.
"We are friends," he said as he looked me up and down... "but I can see you still want me, so I'm cool with being friendly friends again."
Okay... pause. This was not supposed to go this far.
"Okay... but that doesn't mean I want that. I was serious when I said friendship only. No more kissing. No more sex. Friends. That is it." I was annoyed we were having this discussion yet again, but something inside me liked that he was trying.
His eyes and expression did most of the replying to my statement. He scanned my body up and down, his eyes undressing me, biting his bottom lip.
"You have such good pussy... all you do is sit at home or go to work now and it's going to waste... we don't want that do we?" He moved his hand to caress my chin but I smacked it away.
"Okay, I understand we have tried to do this before and we both gave into it, but I am serious this time. I don't like how you're talking to me and I want you to stop or I'll be leaving." I lied. I fucking loved how he was talking to me but I couldn't let him know that.
He reached around my head and grabbed fingers full of my hair by the base of my skull and pulled my head back, his face was immediately the nape of my neck before I could process what was going on. "I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to chick, but I know why you really came here tonight." His voice was stern but had excitement in it at the same time.
His breath was so warm to the touch of my sensitive skin it sent shivers down my spine and it other regions of my body... I tried to move my head and depart his embrace, but every time I moved or squirmed my hair pulled, and each time I would feel a butterfly flapping its' wings down below. He had me right where he wanted me and he knew I couldn't get away.
"Let me go!" I was starting to get super worried. "The only reason why I came here tonight is because you told me your best friend tried to kill himself! I just wanted to smoke with you and help you feel better but you're taking this way too far!"
I felt his lips brush against my ear. "I bet you're soaking wet right now bitch."
I've had enough. I didn't work as hard as I did to retain the self love I have now and actually feel comfortable setting boundaries just for him to ruin it. I slapped him across the face and pushed him away but his grip was too strong and he was resilient. Plus there wasn't too many places for me to go because during this whole process, I didn't realize his thigh worked it's way between the both of mine and he had me backed and pinned against the hood of his car. I could feel how cold the metal against my ass because of the thin layer material leggings I was wearing.
He was breathing heavier now... almost growling. Fuck, why did I find his so hot? "You just made this a whole lot more difficult for yourself chick." He pushed his leg harder and upwards between mine and his thigh was pressing into my pussy. He gripped my hair tighter than previous and yanked my head back even more as he started to kiss my neck. I could feel his tongue tracing my skin as his lips massaged me. Every few seconds he would press his teeth into my skin, each time getting harder in pressure. "Please stop!" I started to feel the tears in my eyes start. I was supposed to be able to trust him. He was still supposed to be my best friend...
Each time he bit down and sunk his teeth in, my body would tense and move against his. I knew he could feel the heat that was beginning to flow out of my leggings through his sweatpants. I knew he could tell I was getting turned on... with between the biting and sucking of my neck, he started to move his thigh between my legs, massaging my lower regions.
His hand grabbed both of my wrists as i started trying to hit him anywhere I could. He spun me around, his other hand still connected to the roots of my hair. He bent me over the hood and grabbed the grease rag from earlier and set it beside me. He pushed into me to keep me from kicking him and I could feel him through my leggings. He was covered by decently thin material, and I could tell he was already hard because he was pressed against my pussy, and I also could tell he was right about one thing. I am soaking wet. He kept pushing into me harder every time I would try and fight against him but I was putting up a decent match. I had plenty of experiences in mosh pits so I know how to flail my body even when I'm getting tired. But something about his hard on pressing through his pants into the opening of my pussy through mine perfectly...
He then reached down in front of me and immediately started exploring with his fingers. I know he felt the heat through my leggings because as soon as his hands were over my covered pussy he let out a deep moan. I could feel his dick twitch against my ass. He started pressing into me quite hard, enough to make me stop fighting back. This fucker knew how I liked it and took full advantage of it.
