Chapter 4: The Drive Home

As one might imagine, on my way home I was having a horrible time concentrating on my driving. No jury in the world would convict me for being an emotional wreck? It seemed one minute I was confused, then excited, disgusted, thrilled, horny, and even angry. Heck, sometimes it was a mixture of them at the same time like when my pussy was still so worked up it would almost cramp but yet I was yelling at myself for being such a fool. No doubt more than a few people driving by must have thought I was a little “touched” as some of my “discussions” with myself became quite animated!

To top it all off, my cell phone rang and I saw it was Riley calling me, the guy I’d been dating lately. My first instinct was to ignore it but I hadn’t heard from him in a few days so I was anxious to talk with him again. Taking a deep breath, I answered it as calmly as I could. Riley asked me how my day had gone and then mentioned that he’d been hoping to catch me after school but I didn’t come out with everyone else so he was just checking to see if I’d been at school today and if everything was alright.

Just my luck, the one day he makes it to the school all week and what am I doing but getting laid by my boss in his office. God, what could I say to him? Obviously not the truth! Oh sure, I could just picture me saying something like, “Sorry Riley, I had to stay after today so my married boss could fuck me silly on his big desk.” Actually, the very thought of it sent shivers through me and my pussy actually got that tingle it gets when I’m really horny.

For the briefest of moments I flirted with the idea of saying just that. Who knows, maybe Riley would like me better if he knew what a slut I was. If I put out for him the way I just did for Mr. Eisenberg, would he be more interested in me? Thankfully common sense prevailed and I simply told him I’d had to stay after work for a performance review - which technically wasn’t a lie. OK, so I didn’t bother to mention what skills of mine had been reviewed!

“Yeah, those can be a bitch,” he commiserated with me, “Man, I can’t believe he made you stay after work on a Friday though.”

Fortunately we were on the phone and he couldn’t see the sly grin on my face when I thought about just how “hard” Mr. Eisenberg’s dick had been.

“Well, I think I made a pretty good impression,” I said, smiling to myself at the memory of the look on Mr. Eisenberg’s face when I started sucking his cock and then later when he was cumming in my pussy.

God, if only Riley had even a hint of how horny it was making me by talking to him about this! Without really thinking about what I was doing, I put the phone on speaker and used my hand to pull up my skirt so I could reach my crotch - nice and bare now as my panties were in Mr. Eisenberg’s hands - literally most likely.

Riley started to talk about the weekend and what plans we both might have. By the time he got around to asking me out Saturday night I already had my fingers working my pussy and I pulled them to my mouth and tasted a little of Mr. Eisenberg’s cum that had drained from me during the drive so far.

Mmmmmmm, I wondered what Riley’s dick would feel like in my mouth and how my pussy would taste after he’d cum in me?

So far Riley and I had barely even kissed, let alone anything more, but at this moment had he been in the car driving with me in the passenger seat I had no doubt what I’d be doing. Traffic or not, I’d have my head in his lap sucking that dick he’d been hiding under his jeans from me. Regardless of my befuddled emotions, my body was craving more sex and I would’ve loved to have him pull over to the side of the rode and fuck me right now. He was still jabbering away when a quick gasp escaped my lips when my clit caused me to jump involuntarily after touching it on just the right spot.

“Hey, you OK?” he asked, breaking off from his discussion about the lack of good movies playing over the weekend.

Once again I was sorely tempted to respond with something like, “Oh I’m fine, just got my skirt up and now I’m masturbating while I’m driving and talking to you. By the way, how would you like to fuck me right now?”

Once again common sense came to the rescue so instead of saying what I WANTED to say, I brushed it off as being something to do with the heavy traffic. That sort of backfired as Riley then said he would call me later so I could concentrate on the road. Little did he know the real reason for my lack of concentration!

After he hung up I continued to masturbate as I drove. As I’d feared, by leaving the school so late on a Friday afternoon the traffic was miserable. It was pretty much stop and go but on the positive side it gave me plenty of opportunities to touch myself without having to worry about my driving. There were a few times when I would get myself rally going and the guy behind me would honk when the traffic started moving and I didn’t notice. He probably figured I was on my cell phone and not paying attention. Maybe he would’ve been a little more understanding if he knew what I was really doing right in front of him.