Chapter 2

A year later, John found himself sitting in his truck, parked outside a rundown diner. His hands drummed nervously on the steering wheel as he stared at the slip of paper he had kept for far too long. Rachel’s number. He had never planned to call her, but something about the way she looked and acted just stuck with him. He wondered what she was up to now, a whole year later, and more importantly, if she had gotten pregnant.

He couldn’t imagine what would happen if she had been, since she seemed so oblivious and stupid. But he also knew it was a real possibility, especially considering how much of his seed he had pumped into her tight, young pussy. The thought made his cock twitch and strain against his jeans.

His thumb hovered over the screen of his phone. One call. It could be a disaster, or maybe it could bring back something he hadn’t felt in a while. That naive, youthful excitement that she radiated.

Sighing, he typed in her number and started the call, listening as the phone rang.

“Hello?” A soft, familiar voice answered after the third ring.

John’s heart skipped. He swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of relief and nervousness.

“Hey, Rachel. It’s, uh, John.”

There was a pause on the other end.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. John! I can’t believe you actually called me!” Rachel said, sounding surprised, yet excited.

He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?”

“Yeah! I thought you forgot about me or something,” she said, her voice light and bubbly as always.

“I didn’t forget,” John replied, his voice a bit more serious. “I’ve been, uh, thinking about you, actually.”

“Really? What for?” Rachel giggled softly. “Did you find another cute blonde stranded on the side of the road or something?”

John chuckled, shaking his head.

“Not quite. Actually, I wanted to ask you something. Are you, um, busy right now?”

“Me? A little bit. I’m at work. You know, waitressing and stuff.” She giggled.

“Where do you work?”

“I’m working at this place called ‘The Grill,’ it’s, like, a family restaurant and bar. My mom got me the job, so I could earn some money and...”

“Rachel, I don’t pay you for this shit.” A harsh, male voice shouted in the background.

“Oh! Sorry, sir, I’m coming right now!”

“Hey, are you okay?” John asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just busy. It’s kinda crazy here tonight.”

“Get off the phone and do your fucking job!” The male voice shouted again.

“Um, sorry, Mr. John. I gotta go. Can we talk later? Maybe you can pick me up from work? I get off at 1 am. I’ll text my dad and let him know I have a ride. Just park...”

“Now, Rachel!”

“I’m sorry! I’ll be right there!” Rachel shouted, her voice fading as she moved away from the phone. “Sorry, Mr. John. I’ll text you where to meet me. Bye!”

The call ended abruptly, leaving John in a state of confusion. He shook his head and set his phone down, leaning back in his seat. He sighed, a thousand questions racing through his mind.

“What the hell did I just get myself into?” He muttered to himself.

John stared out the window, wondering if he should even bother showing up. There were a million reasons why he shouldn’t, and he had half a mind to drive away and forget the whole thing. But his curiosity was too strong. He wanted to see her, even if it was a huge mistake.

“Ah, fuck it.”

He turned the key and started his truck, putting it in gear and pulling onto the road.

An hour later, he pulled into the parking lot of ‘The Grill,’ his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The place was a hole in the wall, nothing but a brick building with neon lights, and a small, gravel parking lot. There were a handful of cars scattered about, and a few trucks and motorcycles. The faint sound of country music spilled out onto the parking lot as a few people stumbled drunkenly out the door, heading towards their vehicles.

John glanced at his watch, it was just past midnight. He drummed his fingers on the wheel while hanging his head down, debating whether or not he should stay. His gut was telling him to leave, that he was getting himself into trouble, but every thought of her came with flashes of her tight little body and her naive attitude.

Suddenly, a tap on the glass next to him snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned, and his eyes widened as he saw Rachel standing there, a smile on her face. He hit the unlock button on his door and the passenger door was pulled open.

There she was. Dressed in a tiny, black mini skirt and a tight white tank top, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her eyes were lined with black eyeliner and her cheeks were coated in a light glitter. She wore a pair of brown cowgirl boots, with her slim legs leading up to her tight little ass. She practically hopped into the truck, shutting the door behind her and tossing her purse onto the floor.

“Mr. John! Hi!” She giggled, her cheeks flushed.

“Jesus Christ, Rachel. Look at you.”

She blinked, her head tilting slightly.

“How do I look? Do you like my outfit?”

“Oh yeah. You look, um, great.” He cleared his throat, his gaze roaming her body.

“Thanks.” She giggled, blushing slightly. “I just bought these boots. I really like them.”

John’s eyes focused on her legs, his mind racing. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her right there. He licked his lips, imagining her tight little pussy squeezing his thick cock, and his cum spilling into her unprotected womb.

“So, like, can we go now?” She asked, her voice bringing him back to reality.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Where should I take you?” He asked, shifting the truck into gear.

“Can you just drop me off at home? It’s on the other side of town. I live near the Oakridge mall, but, like, not exactly there, just close.”

“No problem.”

He pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the street. The ride was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background. John glanced over at her, watching as her eyes drifted shut.

“So, um, how are you, Rachel?”

“I’m okay.” She shrugged, not opening her eyes. “Busy, I guess. I have a lot going on. School, and stuff.”

“Right, school.”

“Yeah, but it’s fine. It’s just, like, boring. Except for the cheerleading.” She smiled, opening her eyes and looking over at him.

“You’re doing cheerleading, huh?”

“Yeah. I’ve been a cheerleader since I was, like, eleven. Didn’t I tell you that before? I told you all about how often I’m at the gym.”

“Uh, no, I think I would remember something like that.”

“Oh, weird. Must’ve slipped my mind.”

She paused, glancing down at her phone.

“So, you said you’ve been thinking about me, Mr. John. What were you thinking about, exactly?”

“Well, I was wondering, um...” He hesitated, not knowing exactly how to approach the subject.

“Just spit it out. You’re being weird.” She laughed.

“I was wondering, well, if you were ever pregnant, or anything.” He finally asked, his eyes still on the road.

Rachel blinked, her expression shifting from amusement to shock.

“What? Why would I be pregnant? You wore a condom.”

“Oh, right. I did, didn’t I?” John chuckled, hoping to mask his mistake.

“That’s right.” She nodded. “But I’m on the pill now. Just in case, you know? Not that I’ve had that much sex. I remember you told me to be careful and all, and, like, thanks for the advice. I know guys just wanna take advantage of girls, but, like, you helped me and everything. So I figured I’d listen to your advice and not put myself in dangerous situations.”

John sighed, a wave of relief washing over him, knowing she was never pregnant.

“I see. Well, that’s good. You’re a smart girl.”

“Yeah, thanks.” She giggled, smiling at him.

They pulled up to a red light and Rachel leaned over, placing her hand on his thigh, her touch warm and soft.

“But you aren’t one of the dangerous guys, Mr. John. You’re nice, and, like, fun to be around.” She smiled. “And I appreciate the ride home.”

John briefly looked down at her hand on his thigh, his gaze slowly traveling up her bare arm. He could smell her perfume, a sweet scent that filled the cab of his truck.

“Well you know how it goes,” He said, looking into her eyes. “No favor goes without payment.”

“Well not with other boys.” She shook her head. “But, I guess with you, that makes sense.”

“That’s right.” He said, once again abusing her naivety. “I guess that means, once again, we’re going to need a trade-off.”

“For you driving me home? Okay!” She nodded. “And, like, what kind of payment do you want?”

“I was thinking same payment I received last time. That’s fair, right?”

“You mean, the one where I, um, rode your lap? Right? Is that what you’re talking about?”

“Something like that.” He chuckled.

“Okay, I think that’s fair. The ride home is about the same as you fixing my car to get home.” She shrugged. “It’s only right, I guess.”

“That’s a good girl, sweetheart.”

The light turned green and John accelerated. He glanced over at her, noticing her hand still on his thigh, her fingertips gently rubbing against his jeans.

“So, uh, do I have to take my clothes off this time too?” She asked.

“Of course.” He nodded. “You did it last time. No point in doing something different.”

“Oh, okay.” She smiled, giggling softly.

Rachel sat up in the seat, removing her hand from his thigh. She lifted her shirt over her head, revealing no bra covering her pert breasts and her pink nipples. John swallowed hard, his cock throbbing against his jeans as he tried to keep his focus on the road. She quickly unfastened her skirt and slid it off, dropping it onto the floor of the truck. She was completely naked, her bare skin illuminated by the glow of the streetlights as they drove past.

“Still no underwear?” He asked, trying to sound casual.

“Nope. I hate the way panties feel, and, like, the bra was so uncomfortable.” She shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like I have big tits or anything, so who cares, right?”

John nodded, his mouth going dry as he stole another glance at her.

“So, I thought you could start with a blowjob this time, that can be for the pick up.” He suggested.

“Sure. Whatever you want, Mr. John.” She replied, not a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“Good girl. Pull out my cock and suck it.”

Rachel nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and pulling her knees up onto the seat. She leaned over, her small breasts swinging freely as her fingers worked at the buckle of his belt. She quickly unzipped his jeans, reached into his boxers, and pulled out his throbbing cock. She giggled, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and stroking it slowly.

John glanced down right as her head lowered into his lap, her lips parting and her tongue flicking across the tip. He groaned, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly as she took his cock into her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

Rachel’s warm mouth felt incredible as she bobbed her head, her blonde ponytail bouncing with each movement. She moaned as she took him deep into her mouth, his tip touching the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, the wet, slurping sounds filled the cab of his truck.

Her soft, wet tongue massaged the underside of his shaft, swirling around the tip. He grunted, his cock throbbing with excitement. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as his foot pressed harder against the gas pedal, speeding them both along. Her mouth continued moving up and down, her nose brushing against his stomach.

John drove through the next intersection, passing right by the Oakridge Mall where he should have turned. With a grin, he pressed the radio button on his dash, causing quiet music to play, while also changing the display from the current time to the current station.

“Oh, you’re listening to KLX? Cool! My friend listens to this.” Rachel said, taking her mouth off his cock for a moment.

“Uh huh.” John grunted.

“Cool. Well, can you turn it up a bit?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He nodded, turning the knob and raising the volume.

Rachel was about to lower her mouth back down, but John stopped her.

“Hang on a sec.”

“Okay.” She looked up at him and blinked with confusion.

“I think that covered it for the pick up.”

“Really?” Rachel looked down at his still erect cock and shrugged. “Alright, cool. So, what should I do now, Mr. John? Are we there yet?”

Rachel shifted back, sitting back in the passenger seat. She didn’t bother to cover herself, her body was on display as she looked out the window, trying to figure out where they were on the dark country roads.