Diana: “No… Please… Aaah… Aaah… I can’t…” My eyes cringed tightly “Aaah, Aaah, Aaah, I can’t… Please… I… Aaah… Can’t…” (Deep fast paced breathing) “Aaah, Aaah, no… more… no…”
My friend Sarah had previously gotten out of the car and stumbled over a parking stomp. She kneeled there vomiting for a bit before gathering herself and wobbling her way towards her apartment door. She walked in leaving her door slightly open and fell on the sofa face first. I lived just a few doors away in the same community. Drunk out of her mind she didn’t care to turn back and say good night to me. Therefore, she didn’t see I had not gotten out of the car as my head rested against the back door. I hadn’t even noticed she got out of the car because of how foggy my mind was. Maybe we got carried away drinking that night which at the time seemed as if the drinks were watered down. Unfortunately, it was one of those situations where the alcohol in the drink seems light and suddenly creeps out of nowhere. My peaceful, well balanced mind wouldn’t be in the turmoil it’s in now had we been more responsible…
It must’ve been the longest 10 minutes of my life. I didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that his name was Xavier and he had been driving with Uber for 2 years. He had picked us up at a club that night. A group of guys had been buying us drinks all evening and once we reached the point of dizziness we decided to walk out and call an Uber. The guys insisted on taking us back home with them, but luckily our Uber driver got there before they could persuade us further. Guys have no respect, even after seeing my ring and me telling them I was engaged they still insisted. I was extremely flattered by all the attention especially since I hardly went out. My fiancé worked so much and since he was in med school it made it difficult to spend as much time together as I wanted. I’d go out with one or two of my girlfriends once a month for a few drinks, dancing and just have a good time out. I got pretty used to guys buying us drinks all the time making the outing so much better knowing I didn’t have to spend any money. I had also gotten used to fending them off and knew a few tricks that would make them go away. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t. The one excuse that usually worked was that I had to get home to my 3 kids. “Damn you look great for having 3 kids” was the usual response I got. I was 22, dark brown hair, green eyes, I stood 5 feet and 2 inches tall, 34 C, slim waist, and a fat booty since I worked out 3 times a week. I weighed approximately 125 lbs. I wore glasses as an accessory and not because I had vision problems. My fiancé really liked the nerdy/pretty girl look on me. When my girlfriends and I would go out I always wore tight jeans with a nice top and heels. This night I decided to wear a nice pencil skirt along with a nice blouse that showed off my cleavage and some nude colored heals. It was a much fancier venue than the usual, so I figured I’d dress the part. Sadly, these ritzy guys think they can buy a girl drinks and make them theirs for the night. But like I said, I was already a pro at fending them off. We had gotten to the lounge at around 10 p.m. and usually we’d stay out until about 12ish before heading home. Considering the venue, which was a step above the usual, we stayed a bit longer. Shortly after we had gotten there one guy in particular had been conversing and buying us drinks. Just small talk and we figured he was just buying time until his friends arrived. Once they did, our small group of 3 turned into a group of 6. Mind you, we didn’t intentionally tell them to stay as they were supposed to leave but didn’t. At least they were nice, somewhat cocky, very cocky actually, but still nice enough to buy us drinks throughout the night. They weren’t too happy when we said it was time for us to go and insisted, we stay longer. Sure, enough I said, “ok, let us freshen up first and will meet you here at the bar”. We smiled and walked towards the bathroom getting lost in the crowd and then bolting towards the exit. Thankfully, our Uber driver was a block away and got there quickly enough for us to leave unnoticed. Had he taken long I’m certain they would have eventually come outside and ruined our night. I had let my fiancé know that we were heading home through text. He had said that he was studying and wanted me to let him know when I got home.
An exceptionally clean and well-maintained Chevy SUV had pulled up. He lowered the window and shouted, “Hey are you Diana? Waiting for an Uber?” and we quickly smiled and hopped in the back seat.
“Omg, thank you for getting here so fast” Sarah, said in a light slur.
“Omg for real, what a bunch of creeps those damn guys were” I said closing the door.
Xavier turned back to greet us and asked where we were going since I forgot to add a drop off address.
“Were going home.” Sarah says turning to look at me. “Did you not put the address in?” she adds before reaching in between both front seats to turn up the AC. “Geez its so hot in here” She says sitting back down. Both our faces flushed pink from the alcohol creeping on us.
“Ok there you go, I added it sir” I remember saying.
The Uber driver had turned back around and adjusted his rear-view mirror to look at us before driving off. He was quiet the whole 45-minute drive home. He listened to our conversation about that evening and all the drinks we had, the guys we had met, the conversation topics, and just how cocky they were. After about 15 minutes or so we both got on our phones and slowly began to relax into the soft leather seats and cold air hitting our faces. We pulled into a gas station which we didn’t quite notice until the door closed behind him from getting back in. Halfway home my eyes closed for what seemed like a few seconds.
“We’re here” Our Uber driver said having parked in between a tree and another car. He was turned around looking at us both as we had been laying there falling asleep. Clearly, we were not used to being out this late.
“Hmmm… Already?” I say and look down at my phone, my eyes slightly open and then I remember laying my head back down on the side of the door waiting for Sarah to get out first. It was 3:30 a.m.
“hmmm, um, door… locked” Sarah mumbled, and the Uber driver got out and went to open it for her. She stumbled out and he caught her breaking her fall. “Cmon Diana let go” Sarah mumbled some more and pushed past him before bumping into the tree. She took a few more steps tripping over the parking stomp and started vomiting. The Uber driver just looked at her and then looked at me leaning into the door with my purse and phone on my lap. He reached and turned off the lights to his car and got in the back seat to see if I needed help getting out. I remember hearing his voice but couldn’t really react and mumbled. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was saying as it was pure gibberish. A few minutes had gone by and he watched Sarah walking in her apartment unit. He then started passing his hands over my legs and asking if I was ready to go. “Just give me a minute, sir” I mumbled again. His hands were going up and down my body. I could feel his fingers exploring my thighs while his other hand explored my shoulder and neck. He pulled my legs towards him causing my body to slide down the door until my head laid on the seat. “I’m a help you out, just relax” He said. “Oook, yes… please… help me up… sir…” I remember replying as I was half asleep and my mind a complete fog. My right hand hung off the seat and my phone and purse fell on the car mat. Seconds later I heard the car door close…
“I’m going to move the front seats forward so that I can have enough room to help you out” The Uber driver said and I can hear that “zzzzzz” sound the electric seats make when you move them. I wasn’t even sure why he was moving his chairs but having a spotty memory all I could remember saying was “mhm” as I lay there with my eyes closed. I could feel my hips lift off the seat for a split second and his hands going down my legs to my ankles. Had I’d been more aware I would have noticed him pulling my panties off from under my skirt. Then I felt my knees come up to my sides and my skirt roll up to my hips. “Ssshhhhh, I’m a help you out, just relax” He whispered and an unzipping sound was heard. “You want me to help you right?” He asked while I felt him rubbing up on me. Truthfully, it was all a big blur and I couldn’t remember what I said or too much of that night. I felt him pressing up against me and seconds later his hips were pressed against mine. His head was buried on the side of mine and my knees pushed up along side my ribs being held in place by his arms that were tucked under them. “Mmmmm, Aaahhhhmmmm” I let out a loud moan. “W..Wha.. what’s… going on? Aaahhhh… aaaahhhhhh.” I asked and moaned loudly. My young pussy was being ravaged by him. As much as I said no and told him to stop, he just didn’t let up. I could hear him breathing as his head lay besides mine. My pussy was drenched in my juices as it gaped on his thick veiny cock. I squirmed helplessly wanting to call out for Sarah but the more I tried the more I moaned. His thrusts were precise and rough inside of me. His SUV moved rapidly from left to right. If only Sarah could come back out and rescue me from this situation but who was I kidding, she was snoring by now face first on the sofa. I could feel him inside of me readjusting my ovaries.
Too be continued.
Tune in for Part 2 as things are about to get remarkably interesting with a dark twist.
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