Cat and Mouse
The Pickup
The entire weekend went by without a single text from Harrison, but Harry and I talked a lot, like always. We never once mentioned the kiss, or what had happened between us, it was as if it never happened. Things were back to the way they were, me chasing Harrison even though I had no chance of being anything but his fuck buddy.
It was about a month later when I received another text from Harrison.
*From: Harrison
Hey beautiful. I saw you walking home, what are you doing right now?*
I rolled my eyes at my phone, but I flipped it out to respond.
*To: Harrison
I’m at home. I’m walking to church later.*
It took him forever to respond, as usual, but he did eventually.
*From: Harrison
Let me pick you up, I have the car, and I can drive you to church(:*
I reluctantly agreed, and then waited outside my house for him to come pick me up. Moments later, a car comes speeding down my street. I notice that it’s him, roll my eyes, and get in the car. He smiles at me, before peeling down my street. His driving scared the shit out of me, but I sat there quietly, despite my desire to urinate.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked me.
“I don’t care,” I breathed. He looked at me, then the car started to speed up, causing me to noticeably freak out. This made him laugh, and drive faster.
“Where do you want to go?” he repeated. I still didn’t answer.
“Okay. Until you pick, I’m done driving.” And with that, he let go of the steering wheel. The fear I had been experiencing intensified. I was full on freaking. I screamed, and he just laughed. The car stated to swerve off the road, and towards the bumper of a parked car, and just before he hit it, he corrected the path and drove straight again. He drove until we came to a halt in the parking lot of the baseball fields, and he looked over at me.
“What do you want to do?” he pressed.
“Do we have to do anything?” I looked up at him, but then turned away quickly. He reached over and pulled my face towards his in a surprise kiss, which I didn’t resist. Kissing was the only thing about hanging out with him that I truly enjoyed.
He reached down and unbuckled my seat belt, so he could pull me closer. His hands found my chest instantly, and he became distracted from the kiss, which ended my fun. He took his other hand and unbuckled his ants, and pulled his dick out. He pulled away from the kiss, and began stroking himself.
“Will you blow me again,” he pleaded, “last time was amazing?”
“I didn’t want to last time, why would I want to again?” I snapped, but I knew he was going to get his way, whether I wanted to or not.
“Just please? I picked you up, it’s the least you could do for me,” he was getting disparate, I could hear it in his voice, so I caved.
I bent down, and took him in my mouth, and sucked, silently crying the entire time. With a groan, I felt him cum in my mouth, and I swallowed it. It felt so strange having that fluid in my mouth, I still wasn’t use to it the second time around. I looked up at him, and he looked satisfied. He put his seat back up after buttoning his pants back up, and backed out of the parking lot.
He drove me to the church in silence, and dropped me off on the side, so no one would see him, and then he sped away. Let the ignoring begin…
It was about a month later when I received another text from Harrison.
*From: Harrison
Hey beautiful. I saw you walking home, what are you doing right now?*
I rolled my eyes at my phone, but I flipped it out to respond.
*To: Harrison
I’m at home. I’m walking to church later.*
It took him forever to respond, as usual, but he did eventually.
*From: Harrison
Let me pick you up, I have the car, and I can drive you to church(:*
I reluctantly agreed, and then waited outside my house for him to come pick me up. Moments later, a car comes speeding down my street. I notice that it’s him, roll my eyes, and get in the car. He smiles at me, before peeling down my street. His driving scared the shit out of me, but I sat there quietly, despite my desire to urinate.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked me.
“I don’t care,” I breathed. He looked at me, then the car started to speed up, causing me to noticeably freak out. This made him laugh, and drive faster.
“Where do you want to go?” he repeated. I still didn’t answer.
“Okay. Until you pick, I’m done driving.” And with that, he let go of the steering wheel. The fear I had been experiencing intensified. I was full on freaking. I screamed, and he just laughed. The car stated to swerve off the road, and towards the bumper of a parked car, and just before he hit it, he corrected the path and drove straight again. He drove until we came to a halt in the parking lot of the baseball fields, and he looked over at me.
“What do you want to do?” he pressed.
“Do we have to do anything?” I looked up at him, but then turned away quickly. He reached over and pulled my face towards his in a surprise kiss, which I didn’t resist. Kissing was the only thing about hanging out with him that I truly enjoyed.
He reached down and unbuckled my seat belt, so he could pull me closer. His hands found my chest instantly, and he became distracted from the kiss, which ended my fun. He took his other hand and unbuckled his ants, and pulled his dick out. He pulled away from the kiss, and began stroking himself.
“Will you blow me again,” he pleaded, “last time was amazing?”
“I didn’t want to last time, why would I want to again?” I snapped, but I knew he was going to get his way, whether I wanted to or not.
“Just please? I picked you up, it’s the least you could do for me,” he was getting disparate, I could hear it in his voice, so I caved.
I bent down, and took him in my mouth, and sucked, silently crying the entire time. With a groan, I felt him cum in my mouth, and I swallowed it. It felt so strange having that fluid in my mouth, I still wasn’t use to it the second time around. I looked up at him, and he looked satisfied. He put his seat back up after buttoning his pants back up, and backed out of the parking lot.
He drove me to the church in silence, and dropped me off on the side, so no one would see him, and then he sped away. Let the ignoring begin…
Notes
WHAT THE HELL?!?! CAN'T THIS BOY GO ONE VISIT WITHOUT A FUCKING BLOWJOB?!?!-Thank you for commenting, it REALLY helps me! The more you comment, the more I'll update! Please, people other than Carissa! I love you commenting, girl, but I need more feedback from other people!!!! COMMENT/RATE/SUBSCRIBE!!!! Loveya!
12/11/13