Another old story, this one is from 2007.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18.
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"Well Nicola, I've got some good news... I've decided to put you in for your test next week... I wouldn't say it's a dead cert, but I think it's time we gave it a shot."
Nicola beamed at her driving instructor, imagining the rush she'd get when she could tell her Father that she'd finally passed her test and the long promised car would finally come her way.
But Matt was eager to temper her expectations.
"Now don't get too exited Nicola, I know your Father said he would buy you a car when you pass, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I think you should treat this as a learning experience, you might not make it this time - but even if you don't it will be good practice and prepare you better for the next time."
"I know," babbled the girl, taking in even less of what Matt was saying than it appeared, she was already wondering what colour car her Father would get her.
"Right then, I'll ring you tomorrow to confirm the time and day, now... out you get."
Nicola slammed the door shut and practically ran up to the front door of her parent's house. Matt watched lustfully as she ran, imagining those taut jean-clad buttocks wrapped around his pulsing cock. The door closed and he pulled out into the road, as he drove his mind wandered as he remembered the warm Summer months when Nicola would arrive to her lessons wearing flimsy dresses that exposed her gorgeous legs and left very little to his imagination.
Even in her skimpiest Summer dress she never came off as slutty though. He'd had his fill of those kind of girls, they bored him to tears now and let's face it he'd been through more than a few of them. Truth was Matt had lost count of the Tracey's and Sharon's who'd sucked him off in the back seat of his car when they should have been practising their three-point turns. Being only in his late twenties and fairly good looking with a mop of blond hair and an almost constant tan he found it pretty easy to get laid and this job was a dream ticket for him, with an endless supply of fresh, horny teenage girls to take under his wing every few months.
All he had to do was get them relaxed and talking about their boyfriends and the ones who were up for it soon became obvious. Of course, not every girl was ripe for the picking, but sheer numbers meant that he never went more than a few days without emptying his balls into one of his 'girls' one way or another.
But Nicola, Nicola was different. She was just 19 but she wasn't streetwise like most of the girls he encountered. She had somehow managed to retain her innocence... not for her the underage fumblings of teenage youth, he was sure. He was positive she had never even seen a real cock, and he couldn't help hoping that his would be the first.
Matt pulled the car into the test centre car park and walked back up the long drive and through the archway into the old building. Just inside he met his friend Bill.
"Hello mate!"
"Hi Matt, how ya doing... fancy a pint?"
"Don't mind if I do."
The two men walked across the road to the Bull's Head and ordered a couple of pints before sitting down in their usual seats. Unsurprisingly given it's proximity to the driving school, the pub was largely the preserve of driving instructors and test examiners and every few minutes or so Bill or Matt would look up to say 'hello' to a colleague. After the first pint was drained, Matt decided to get down to business.
"I've put this girl in for her test next week, Nicola Greaves her name is... I think she's ready."
"Ready for what?" Laughed Bill, grinning like an idiot.
"Well, not the test - that's for bloody sure!"
The two men took a chug of beer and continued their chuckling.
"So, can you swing it so that you get her?"
"Course I can."
"Same as before then?"
"Don't mind if I do," said Bill, holding up his empty glass for a refill.
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The next week Matt arrived at Nicola's house to pick her up and knocked on the door. It was a long time opening, but when it finally did Nicola appeared looking as sweet and innocent as ever.
"Sorry Mr Forest, come in for a second, I was in the middle of something and my parents aren't here at the moment."
Matt glanced around and noticed the staircase, his mind jumped to the upstairs and wondered what it would be like to fuck this sweet girl in her parents' bed, but quickly put that thought out of his mind.
"That's okay, but er... is this what you're wearing for the test?"
"Yes, why?"
"Oh, erm... well. No forget it, I really shouldn't have said anything."
Nicola looked at him inquisitively.
"Well er, don't take this the wrong way Nicola, but well... I know the guy who's doing the test and... well I know you really want to pass your test and get your car and everything... and, well the thing is..."
Matt tailed off, looking decidedly awkward.
"What?" Prompted the girl.
"No forget it, I really shouldn't have said anything."
Nicola looked at him with pleading eyes. He could see how much she wanted to pass the test and so he made a great show of wrestling with his conscience, before blurting out...
"I just think, maybe you should wear a skirt."
"Why?" Asked Nicola naively.
"Because, well, you know... you're a pretty girl and you've got rather nice legs and, well, some of the examiners are swayed by that sort of thing. I mean, he won't pass you if you're completely hopeless, but if you're right on the cusp, maybe if you made one silly mistake too many and it comes down to a judgement call, well it might tip the balance. And the thing is... we know you're probably going to be borderline, so..."
Nicola blushed deeply as he said how pretty she was, her long brown hair falling over her face as she looked down shyly at her shoes.
"...and besides, he does tend to leave the heater on full blast in that car of his, so you're probably going to be quite warm."
Nicola bit her lip and then dashed back up the stairs, her hair flailing behind her as she ran.
"Give me a minute," she called as she disappeared leaving Matt standing alone in her kitchen.
A few minutes passed and then Matt heard Nicola bounding down the stairs, now resplendent in a shortish dark-blue skirt.
"Do I look okay?" She asked self-consciously.
"Erm, yeah..." he said, but he sounded unsure.
"What?" She pleaded, desperate to get this right.
"Well, it's just that... I know, do you have any stockings?"
"No... sorry."
"What about your sister?"
"Maybe..."
Nicola ran back upstairs and Matt heard her rummaging about in her sister's drawers before returning to the top of the stairs empty handed.
"No stockings..." she said, looking downcast.
Matt climbed the stairs to the landing.
"What about your Mum? She wouldn't mind if you borrowed some would she?"
"I don't know..."
Matt led the girl into her Mother's bedroom, past the inviting double-bed and to the chest of drawers. He pulled one of the drawers open and found a huge array of underwear to choose from.
"I don't know..." said Nicola again, looking a bit nervous.
"It'll be okay Nicola, just handwash them and put them back, she'll never know they were gone."