Chapter 10 - Hitching A Ride

TREVOR

It’s ten on Friday night and I’m in town. I’m sat in my cab at the back of the rank, scrolling my phone while I wait for the taxis in front of me to get taken first. Then it’ll be my turn for another fare. I’m in no rush. I only just got back from taking a couple of guys right across town.

The memory of last night leaks back into my head and I groan. I reach for my stomach acid tablets from the center console. I shouldn’t have even bothered meeting that woman. Everyone my age on those dating apps has the same baggage. Kids, money problems, or emotional scars from their ex. Or all three, like the fucking redhead I took to dinner. She wouldn’t stop talking the whole time. Another one who looked nothing like her photo.

But maybe I don’t look too much like my own anymore either. I twist the rearview mirror to check myself. I guess my profile pic is a few years old too.

I sigh and adjust the mirror a second time. Then I put my phone down. But it rings right away.

Kenzie. Not like her to call this early, especially when she’s not staying the night at mine.

“Hey miss,” I say, “Everything OK?”

“Dad, are you working tonight?” she says real loud and above a lot of noise in the background.

“I am. I’m in town. At the rank right now. What’s up?”

“At the rank?” she repeats, “Stay there, We’ll come find you. Can you take us home?”

“Who’s ‘we’?” I ask because at this time of night, if she’s going home, then maybe she’s come out for a meal or something with her Mom, and him.

Did Stella, my ex, get Kenzie to call me? So Stella and the boyfriend could treat me like their fucking chauffeur?

No. Kenzie wouldn’t do that.

Not unless they’re having problems getting another ride home. But it’s too early for a rush on cabs.

“Me and Lanie of course,” Kenzie laughs.

My heart-rate jumps and that’s stupid. Kenzie’s friend remembers nothing about the drunken kiss she gave me weeks ago in my apartment. She’s had rides off me since and never mentioned it. Never seemed uneasy in my cab.

But I still think about it every time I lay eyes on the kid. And that’s fucking sad. It’s not cool either. That girl’s been my daughter’s best friend for years. “Listen, I can’t just push ahead of the line if you come to me,” I say. “Where are you?”

“Outside the new Bar 1,” Kenzie says.

“Stay there,” I say and shift the cab into reverse, “I’ll come get you.”

I pull up there a few minutes later and see them straight away.

Shit, Lanie looks in a bit of a state. As pretty as hell in a short black dress and heels, but the girl can hardly stand.

I reach behind me and into the back to open the door kerbside.

Kenzie helps Lanie in and the girl with long, golden-brown hair wiggles her fingers at me. My daughter clambers in after her and close-up she too looks a little the worse for wear.

“You guys OK?” I adjust the rear-view mirror, “Bit early for the pair of you to be in that kind of condition isn’t it?”

“We’ve been out most of the day,” Kenzie says.

“Bottomless brunch,” Lanie smiles, so at least she can talk.

Mixed with the smell of alcohol and something else, I recognize jasmine - Lanie’s perfume.

“She has to be up early tomorrow,” Kenzie says.

“My nails,” Lanie holds one hand up and shows me her lacquer, but then she closes her eyes.

I check the traffic and then pull the cab away.

At a red light a few moments later I gaze back into my mirror and adjust it some more. Kenzie peers out of her window on that side. Across the back seat, Lanie’s eyes remain closed, and most of her cleavage is exposed by her dress.

My dick shifts in my pants and I’m not proud of it. I wish I could stop the way I feel whenever I’m around the girl. But I can’t help myself. Who could? “She OK?” I ask my daughter.

“Too little sleep, too much drink,” Kenzie shrugs then yawns.

You don’t say.

“And another row with Roy too,” Kenzie says.

“Another one?” I ask and think back to what Lanie wrote in her journal about her boyfriend. About how she feels bad for not agreeing to marry him.

And what she wrote about a possible attraction to older men.

Well, some rich old bastard will sweep a girl like her off her feet soon enough.

“She still with her boyfriend?” I peer at my daughter.

“It’s always on and off these days,” Kenzie shrugs.

“So you’re both staying at your Mom’s, right?” I check the GPS then peer back again at Kenz.

“Would you be able to drop her off at her mom’s, Dad? She needs to be over that way early tomorrow for her nail appointment.”

“Yeah, I guess we can go there first,” I tap at the GPS. I can still be back on the rank before the crowds pick up properly.

“Can’t you drop me off first?” Kenzie’s head rolls on the seat, “I feel sick.”

Shit.

“You sure?” I ask and glance from her to her friend. Lanie might not feel uneasy when we’re alone in the cab together, but it never does me any good at all. Especially when she’s dressed up like that.

I peer back at the road ahead and then glance at the mirror again, just as Lanie’s eyes blink open. She doesn’t look my way. She adjusts the front of her dress on her chest then gazes blankly out of the window on that side of the cab.

“Please, Dad?” Kenzie asks.

“OK,” I shrug. I don’t want to let my daughter down. She goes away next week for six months. I’m gonna miss her a lot.

Fifteen minutes later I pull up under the full moon outside my former family home. Alongside a row of Leylandii hedges that I planted years ago. When they were a whole lot smaller. Like my baby girl. I scowl at the dark Maserati on my old drive. Stella’s boyfriend.

Asshole.

Kenzie leans over to her beautiful friend and smacks a kiss on the side of her face. “My Dad will take you to yours. I’ll call you tomorrow, hun.”

“OK,” Lanie murmurs and strokes my daughter’s face.

“You want me to walk you up the path?” I ask Kenzie when she kisses me and then hauls herself out onto the sidewalk.

“I’m good,” she waves back.

“I’m seeing you before you go away next week, right?” I call after her.

“Defo.”

“I’ll call you,” I say.

“Night Dad. Night Lane. Love you both.”

I watch her walk unsteadily up the path in her heels and wait until she’s in through the door before I pull away.

“You OK back there, Lanie?”

“Uh-huh,” she says and sounds a bit brighter than she did when she first got into the cab. “I’m gonna miss her so much when she goes on that singing gig.”

“You and me too,” I nod and glance back at my passenger. She’s sitting up straighter than before, peering out at the lights and cars as we pass them and head to hers.

Sobering up a little maybe.

“Six months is such a long time,” she sighs.

“It is when you’re as young as you two,” I say but she doesn’t respond. “Don’t worry. It’ll pass soon enough,” I say.

“Not soon enough for me,” she pouts her lips then closes her eyes again.

I try not to look at her anymore. I try to think of something else. I try not to remember the sight of her turning away from me on Kenzie’s bed that night after I’d extracted myself from her arms when she’d just kissed me. That way her skirt rode up over her panties and showed her lovely ass and bare legs.

Fucking hell, Trevor, you need to find a decent new girlfriend your own age. Thinking that way about a girl as young as Lanie Machin is just not right.

I switch my focus to the match I’m recording on TV while I’m working tomorrow night. Sunday will be a day of rest and football and pizza with beers on the sofa. I smile to myself. A day like that is as good as it gets.

Although maybe I’ll take another trawl on the dating apps too. Maybe just be a bit more careful about who I hook up with this time.

A short while later I pull into the housing estate where the Machins live. And then onto their street.

“Here we go,” I say and stop at the end of their drive. I glance at the mirror to check she’s still awake and then peer out and up at the small detached house. The curtains downstairs are drawn and there's a light glowing from behind them.

“You OK too walking up the drive on your own?” I say and lean right around to smile at her.

“Will you come in with me please, Mr. Twist?” She looks right into my eyes.

What the fuck?

Lanie leans forward toward me with one hand on the back of either front headrest. My eyes ignore her heavily shifting tits in the low dress but my heart can’t comply.

“Just quickly?” she frowns irresistibly, “To check no one’s in the house? I don’t like coming home at night when everyone else is out. That creep from next door took Mom away overnight and my baby sister is staying at her friend’s until tomorrow.”

“Sure,” I nod and wait for my heart rate to slow. This is pathetic Trevor. “But call me Trevor OK, not Mr. Twist,” I smile.

“Oh, yeah,” she says and laughs. “I remember now. Otherwise, you feel real old,” she pushes open the door and for a moment I watch her get out.

Fuck.

“I am old,” I mumble and follow her onto the sidewalk.

On her drive, Lanie waits for me and then when I reach her, she takes my arm. Her body is warm and she stumbles on her heels a little but giggles.

I can’t do anything to stop it. My dick stiffens in my pants as the young girl clings tight to me. She’s so warm and so soft and she smells so sweet.

“I’ll give you the key,” she says at the front door.

I watch her fumble in a little clutch bag and then with a smile she hands me a key with a red, heart-shaped fob swinging off it and inside that, a little photo of her with a boy.

Roy?

I push the key into her door and she’s real close behind me as I open her house up.

It’s warm inside and smells of fresh laundry drying on a radiator in the hallway. Black panties, white panties, and bras in the same colors.

“The living room’s on the left there,” she whispers from behind me. “I’ll wait here.”

I open to door away to our left and like I saw from outside, the lights are on. There’s a wall-mounted TV, an untidy sofa and two armchairs. “Looks safe in here,” I say over my shoulder.

“Can you quickly check the kitchen and then do upstairs so I can pee?”

“Sure,” I nod and head down the hallway in the direction she’s pointing.

“Nope, all good in here too,” I yell back and then face her again.

Christ, she’s a beautiful girl.

“I’ll go up first, right?” I indicate the stairs.

“Uh-huh,” she nods.

I grab the wooden handrail with my right hand and make my way up a creaking staircase.

“Sorry for being such a wuss,” she says from behind me.

“I don’t think you’re a wuss,” I say over my shoulder and laugh, “I’m pretty sure McKenzie would be the same if she had to go home to an empty house,” I lie.

“No she wouldn’t,” Lanie says.

“OK, what have we got up here?” I ask on the landing.

“That’s the bathroom,” she points, “If you can check there first so I can pee. My bedroom’s over there. That one’s my Mom’s, that’s my baby sister’s and that’s the spare. The spare was mine but then Rachel moved out and I got hers.”

“OK, you want to wait here?”

She shakes her head and looks serious. “I’ll come with you.”

“OK,” I can’t help smiling at her.

Lanie smiles back.

I push the bathroom door open and it’s a mess but otherwise empty. There’s a pile of towels hanging scrunched up over the edge of the bath, no toilet paper in sight, and toothpaste smeared around a pale blue sink.

Maybe her Mom didn’t have time to clean it before she went away for the night.

“Can I go?” Lanie points at the toilet.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I grin at her and ease past her to the landing. “I’ll check everywhere else.”

“Thanks,” she says and pulls the door closed.

I need to get out of here and fast. This can’t be good for my blood pressure.

Get over yourself, Trevor. The kid was just scared.

I go to the room she said was hers and fumble for a light switch on the wall.

The bedroom smells of jasmine just like her and when the light comes on the tidiness surprises me.

The bed with its silky purple cover is perfectly made and nothing looks out of place anywhere. No clothes or shoes anywhere on the floor. Kenzie could learn a thing or two from this.

I pull the curtains across the window so Lanie can just fall right into bed when she’s ready, and then I head for the other rooms.

As I expect, there’s no armed intruder in any of those either, so I return to the landing.

“OK, it all looks good everywhere Lanie,” I call out, “I’ll get off. You have a good sleep and don’t forget to wake up for that nail appointment of yours in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Wait,” she calls back when I’m at the top of the stairs.

I turn, and she’s at the door of her room.

“Woah,” I say without meaning to say anything.

She’s stripped to little black panties and a bra.

The body.

“Will you tuck me in?” she smiles at me.

Fuck-ing. Hell.

“Err, ..oh, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“But you put me to bed when I stayed at yours,” she pouts.

She remembers?

“Yeah…but that was.. that was only cos…”

“Please?” her eyebrows arch and she holds out her arms. Her tits shake in her bra. And what tits.

“Lanie, you’re just drunk.”

“No, I’m not,” she frowns and shakes her golden hair.

“Yes, you are,” I say and turn back to the stairs. “Look, I’m going. You have a good sleep. Goodnight.

“Wait,” she calls out again and this time she’s close.

“Look,” I sigh but as I turn again she’s in my arms, trying to kiss me.

“Make love to me, Trevor.”

Fucking hell. My dick hardens against the warmth of her body. “Lanie, you’re drunk,” I grab at her arms.

“So?”

“So, I wouldn’t take advantage of you.”

“What if I wanted you to?”

“Come on Lane,” I keep a hold of one of her warm wrists and squeeze it, “You go to bed. You don’t want to do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.”

“Who cares about tomorrow?” she snatches her wrist away from my hand but then flings both her arms around my neck again.

Oh, for fuck sake.

“Lanie, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Yes, I do. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“No, Lanie,” I try to make my voice sound firm, but that’s not easy with a fucking hard-on poking in my pants. I pull her arms away from me a second time.

“Don’t you like me?” she looks right into my eyes

“Of course, I like you,” That’s the fucking problem.

“Not in that way though?” she sighs and her shoulders slump.

“Lanie, any man would like you in that way. You’re a very attractive young woman. But I’m McKenzie’s Dad, and you’ve had too much to drink.”

“McKenzie wouldn’t mind,” she says, “Her Mom’s got a boyfriend.”

I try to follow her logic, but can’t. “You’ve got a boyfriend too,” I say.

“If you really won’t make love to me, then just lie with me until I fall asleep,” she frowns again but takes my hand.

Against my better judgment, I let her lead me to her room, and her round butt wiggles in the minuscule, semi-sheer lace panties.

How have I got myself into this?

“You get in and I’ll pull the covers over you,” I gesture at her bed with my head in another effort to resist her.

“Nuh-uh,” she shakes her hair again, “You have to lay with me so I can fall asleep.”

What am I supposed to do?

“Let me take my shoes off, then, ” I sigh and ease my left trainer off with my right.

She pulls the silky bed covers back, climbs in, and sits up grinning at me.

I’m fucking doing this, aren’t I? I’m fucking getting into the girl’s bed with her.

“Lanie, what are you doing?” I ask as I climb alongside her and try to hide my hard-on at the same time.

“I can’t sleep with my bra on,” she says and laughs like it’s so obvious. She tucks the removed bra under her pillow.

Shit, her tits are perfect. The size of huge handfuls, but with hardly any sag, and her nipples like rose pink pearls.

“Spoon me,” she asks and turns away onto her side.

Oh, fuck. I take a breath - a deep one - then inch right up to her and nestle gingerly against her warmth.

She smells so good, her lush hair in my face and I’m trying like hell to keep my hard-on away from the underside of that ass.

“Mmm, I can feel something Trevor,” she says in a sing-song voice, then she twists around and her mouth is all over mine.

I don’t have the strength to stop her.

She pushes her tongue deep into my mouth and she murmurs with pleasure.

Oh, yeah.

She keeps coming at me and I keep taking her. The heat of her soft, young tits crush against me.

I take control and shove her onto her back.

“Mmm,” she looks up at me with burning gray eyes and her top teeth slide across her bottom lip.

That boyfriend must be going out of his mind because she turned him down.

I smile down at her and then kiss her again.

She bleats underneath me.

“You sure you want to do this?” I ask as I pull my lips from hers again.

“Make love to me,” she nods her head and pulls at my shoulders.

I bury my face in her tits and kiss, suck her there.

Fuck, that’s good. She smells so fine.

I tug her panties aside at the front and touch her between her thighs.

No hair. Slip my fingers gently to a little opening between those lips. Hot. Mmm. Wet.

And then we’re kissing again and my fingers sink deeper inside a heavenly pussy.

“Uhh, put it in me,” she whispers and claws at the bulge in my pants.

I keep touching her, keep savoring the soft, slickness of her there, all the time kissing her neck, kissing her throat.

But her hands are urgent and determined with my zipper.

I let her find what she wants and she purrs, then my hard dick is all warm in Lanie’s hand.

Uhh, warm like this sweetest, sweetest pussy with my fingers.

She grips me tight there and she moans. But I kiss her some more then I ease her fingers from around my throbbing dick and take my hardness from her.

“Put it in me,” she repeats.

I let go of my dick and lean back, I drag her panties down over her hips and thighs until she’s naked and too gorgeous and gazing right up at me. I’m tempted to go down on her but I doubt she’d wait for this.

I grip my dick again and ease into a burning heat.

“Fuck,” I groan at her tightness and inch in, right up to my balls.

Lanie groans and her head twists on the pillow.

I hold my position perfectly still; drink in the divine sight in front of my eyes. Then I kiss that face again and those lips and she works her hips at me.

“Fuck, Lanie.”

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she pushes against me with each moan and I hold her hips, the softest of skin, kiss the side of her neck, and all around the cutest of ears, don’t draw my dick out too far, stay deep and my rhythm slow, but steady.

Lanie gasps and holds onto me.

“Is that good?” I ask her.

“So good,” she groans.

I keep it slow, I grind as deep as I can go.

“Uhh,” she groans, “Uhh-ho, uhh-ho.”

I kiss her some more, feel those tits some more, her nipples hard, like ripe berries now, I kiss her over and over and over. Until her mouth opens, and her back arches and her body goes rigid. Until she’s cumming and there’s no mistaking it.

Lanie cries and wails in my arms and while she does, I speed up, keep kissing her, but on the fast track to my finishing line. “Where do you want me to cum?” I gasp.

“Inside me, inside me,” she clings to me.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

So I do. And I cling to her like she clings to me as the tidal wave engulfs me and nearly drowns me and I can hardly get my breath as I shoot all I have deep into this beautiful girl.

When my breathing slows and Lanie still lays in my arms, the reality of what I’ve done begins to form.

Fuck. Oh, fuck.

I lift my head and gaze at her, but her eyes are closed, her breathing heavy.

Is she asleep? What do I do now? Just leave her like this?

“Lanie?” I whisper.

Nothing. She doesn’t even stir.

I should get back to the rank. I can’t stay here until she wakes tomorrow. My dog’s on his own at home.

But Lanie’s so soft and warm and so firm in my arms too, and the girl smells so good. Mmm, and boy, how long time since I felt this good?

Some time later I wake and it’s daylight.

Where the hell…? I sit up and stare around and then at the curvy body asleep alongside me.

Lanie. Shit, oh, shit. I fumble for my phone. And I need to get back and let the fucking dog out.

“Oh, my God!” Lanie shrieks and she’s awake.

“I know, I know,” I hold up a hand and climb out of the bad, “You asked me to stay so you could…”

“My nails,” she shrieks again and throws the covers off her naked body, “I’m going to be late,” but then she groans and holds her head.

“Are you OK?” I ask and try to ignore her body.

I really did it with her?

She shakes her mess of golden hair.

“Do you want a glass of water or something from the kitchen?” I ask.

“There’s a can of Monster in the fridge,” she groans, “Will you bring me that while I get dressed?”

“Sure yeah,” I say, relieved she isn’t pissed with me after what happened. Or that she wasn’t surprised to see me here.

“Trevor,” she says when I’m at the door on the way out of her bedroom, “Would you be able to take me to get my nails done?”

“Yeah, of course,” I glance back at her. That’s the fucking least I can do.

She’s standing with her panties back on and trying to fasten her bra up. Hungover and stinking of stale booze she might be, but what a shape she is.

I’ve screwed my daughter’s best friend.

“I was going to walk there but there’s no time now,” she says.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say and head for the stairs with my head in a tailspin.

She’s probably not even thinking straight yet. Just wait until she sobers up.

Downstairs, I grab the drink she wanted and then take the long white can back up to her.

What am I doing here, what the fuck am I doing here?

“Thanks,” she smiles and she’s in clingy turquoise leggings and a loose gray hoodie. Her hair is scraped back in a ponytail.

Trevor, she looks so young. Hot yeah, but so fucking young.

A few minutes later we leave her house, with me looking shiftily around as we do, but Lanie seemingly unconcerned.

“You feeling any better?” I ask her in the car as I drive.

“I think so,” she smiles weakly then takes another mouthful from the can.

My head is alive with all sorts of confusing shit. I should say something to her about last night. I know I should. I should ask her if she’s OK about what we did.

If we’re still OK.

“Do you want me to wait out here until you’ve had them done and then take you back home?” I ask her when she’s told me where to stop the car.

“It’s fine,” she shakes her head and ponytail. “I was thinking about Freddy before. You’ll need to get back for him.”

“Yeah,” I smile, “He’ll be wondering what happened to me.” Same as I am right now.

“Thanks for the ride,” Lanie leans across and kisses the side of my face.

“Thank you,” I say and she gives me a big smile.

Author's Notes

Do you see this 'relationship' between Lanie and her best friend's father Trevor going anywhere? Or was their night together just a one off? What would you like to see happen next between them - if anything?

Next week, Lanie's boyfriend Roy picks up the story and he detects his girl may be keeping something from him...

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