Fifteen

"Where do you think I'm going?" I retorted back while continuing to walk. "Lemme drive you." John said through the rolled-down window as he drove next to me. I shook my head and kept walking. "Where do you live?" he asked. I finally froze. I didn't want him to know where I lived. "Just leave me alone and go fuck Sylvia." I said, getting annoyed that he wouldn't leave me alone. Things were silent between us for a few seconds before he finally said, "Is that what she told you? That we fucked? Is that why you snapped?" I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. But when I looked over at him his expression was blank. "Don't even try to act like you didn't when you've fucked every chick there." I said, suddenly feeling the urge to throw my bag at him. "Everyone except you?" he questioned. I hated how smug he sounded. "Bye, John." I said and resumed my walk. "I didn't do nothing with her, babydoll." John called out. "Yeah right!" I retorted.

"Alyssa please just get in the car so we can talk. I know of a good place." He said. I was almost at the crosswalk. "Don't make me come out there and get you." I heard him say. "John, you're holding up traffic." I responded to him. It was late at night so there weren't many cars on the road. But the ones that were on the road were swerving around him as he drove slowly. "If you get in the car then I will stop holding up traffic." He said. I let out a deep sigh and stopped once again as I stared ahead. The crosswalk was right there. Just one step and my finger would be meeting the button on the pole. Nd then I would wait for the light and then once it changed. And then I would be crossing the crosswalk and I would be nearly homebound. But something inside me wasn't letting me walk any farther. "If I get in the car with you, you'll leave me alone?" I asked. John's eyes looked darker than usual as he looked at me and nodded. Fuck it. I walked around to the passenger side of his car, being careful to avoid oncoming cars. I threw my bag through the window and threw the door open. "Make this quick." I said after hopping in and buckling my seatbelt.

John pulled off the curb and made a U Turn, away from home. My heart began to pound as I watched the familiar scene behind me grow smaller and smaller. "If you murder me then you're not getting away with it." I said quietly. John let out a soft laugh and reached over to give my leg a little squeeze. Fuck. "After seeing how you handled Sylvia tonight, I wouldn't mess with you. May I also mention how fucking hot it was to see you beat her ass." John said, not taking his hand off my leg. After a few minutes, John then asked me, "Did you hear what the announcer called you?" I thought for a moment. "Amethyst Angel or some weird shit like that." I answered. "It's the hair. Guess Rosé is no more." John said to me. I nodded. I felt a small twinge of sadness. I had grown so accustomed to Rosé. Amethyst Angel was definitely different. Would I be called Amethyst for short? What about Angel? Amethyst Angel seemed like such a mouthful. Maybe I should risk damaging my hair even more by bleaching it and re-dying it pink. Maybe purple was a mistake. "I like the hair." John said out of nowhere, as if he was reading my thoughts. "It fits you. It's really se…it looks good on you." John stammered over his words. I never heard him stammer before. He's usually so good with his words.

My anxiety peeked as the street lights began to grow more and more sparse, until there were no lights left. John turned his high beams on and I saw we were going down a dirt road path, surrounded by trees. Oh my god, he really was gonna kill me. "John…" my voice was barely above a whisper. How long have we been driving? It felt like hours, but the clock in the car said 2:45 AM. We were only driving for half an hour. My shift usually ended at 3, but after tonight's events, I didn't care that I was leaving early. John slowed the car and finally pulled to the side of the road, near the trees, and put the car in park. "Okay, so…" John said while clapping his hands together with a single loud clap. I jumped as he did so, my heart feeling like it was going to rip out of my chest and fall on my lap. My heart has never beat so hard in my life, not even when I was angry with Mason and Zane, not even when I performed for the first time, not even when I fantasized about getting back at every single person who has done me wrong. My heart was beating so hard, and I was convinced that I would need to go to the hospital soon. Something was wrong with me.

I put my hand on my chest and stared down at my lap. I saw John's large hand slowly reach over and rest on my thigh. "W-what do you want?" I asked him, still not making eye contact. What was happening? "I want you to push everything that goth cunt has told you out of your head." John's voice was barely audible through the loud whooshing sound in my ears. My heart was beating so hard I could hear the blood flow in my ears. I read about this in my medical textbooks from when I went to college before dropping out. This feeling only happened when your adrenaline was high. "Are you okay, Alyssa?" John asked as he began to rub my thigh, pushing the leg of my shorts up to reveal the mini skirt underneath. "I'm fine. Is this what you needed to tell me?" I said, trying not to sound like I was dying. Because right now I was convinced that I was dying. "I didn't do anything with Sylvia. I swear she was absolutely repulsive." John said. "What if what she said about me was right, though?" I asked quietly.

John was silent but I could feel him staring at me.

"I know I have been gaining weight again, because I used to do drugs and not eat. Now that I've stopped the drugs, the weight has been piling back on and I'm trying to keep it off by not eating but it isn't working. And Sylvia is so much skinnier than me and she has more tattoos and her hair is better and-" John's hand reached under my chin while I talked and he lifted it until I was staring at him. He leaned over the center console and kissed me. It wasn't just a small peck on the lips. It was long and he kissed me like he needed me. He kissed me like he'd die if he stopped. We pulled apart after who knows how long and we sat there panting. I blushed as I looked at John and his messed-up hair. It was already hot outside, but it felt even hotter in the car since it was turned off.

"I never wanna hear you compare yourself to other women ever again. Okay, babydoll?" John said lowly as he leaned in once again. My heart always fluttered whenever he called me babydoll, and I was realizing that I liked when he called me that. Actually, I loved it. Without thinking, I reached down and pushed a small button on the side of my seat so that my seat was sliding back.

Once my seat was completely slid back, I lifted my hips and pulled my shorts off and my shirt off so that I was only wearing my mini skirt and tiny bikini top. I had completely forgotten about the leather garters that wrapped around each thigh. I could tell that John liked what he saw as he stiffened in his pants. "God damn," he said under his breath. This time it was John who slid his seat back. He then leaned over the center console once again and kissed me even more forcefully. He reached down and slipped his hand in between my legs. I spread my legs in response and let him slide his fingers inside. I moaned and reached over so that I could unbuckle and unzip his pants. I slipped my hands into his underwear and he let out a loud moan as I began to stroke him. In response, I felt John's fingers sleep up inside me before inserting another finger. His fingers felt so good. They felt too good. I moaned and whimpered as I stroked John even faster under his underwear. "F-fuck oh my god!" I screamed. My legs began to shake as I felt myself about to climax. "Cum for me, babydoll." John moaned. I bit down on my bottom lip hard. John used his thumb to stroke my clit as he fingered me, moving his whole hand instead of just his fingers.

"I don't….I don't wanna…I'm gonna…!" I couldn't finish my sentence as I felt myself climax. My scream filled the car as my legs shook and a warm liquid began to spill out. "Oh my god, babe! Come here!" John said loudly over my screams and whimpers. John forced his pants and underwear down and leaned back in his seat. My whole body shook as I climbed on top of him and he growled as he pulled the strings of my top loose, throwing it into the backseat. I lifted his shirt up to his chin and dug his nails into the detailed tattoo that covered his chest while sinking myself down on him. "Oh god!" John's scream was loud and hoarse as I rode him roughly. He buried his face into my neck and bit down while riding him. He was so loud, not something I was expecting from him. He sounded so vulnerable and pathetic. But I loved it. He turned me on so much. The stubble of his beard rubbed my neck as he kissed and bit me. I moaned and grunted along with John with each thrust before pushing him back in his seat and wrapping my hands around his throat. I squeezed and pressed my forehead against his while riding him as roughly as I could. "Babydoll." John moaned and choked. I loved the sound of him choking and gasping for air. I stared into his eyes and right when I saw the light begin to fade, I let go and tangled my fingers into his hair while riding.

"You're gonna make me blow my load." John whispered in between pants. I lifted myself off of him and he let out a pained groan as he no longer felt me around him. "Don't you dare cum now," I commanded. "Turn around." He told me. I clumsily turned around while on top of him while he pulled his shirt completely off; Not an easy thing to do in a confined space. I sunk myself onto him again and leaned forward. My chest accidentally hit the horn and a loud honk echoed throughout the trees. John and I giggled as I continued to ride him. From behind me I heard John holding his breath while my bouncing sped up. He finally let out a low breath and gripped my calves. "You feel so good, babygirl." He moaned. I leaned back against him and slowed down my bouncing. John reached around me and fondled my chest and I moaned in response. "How bad do you wanna cum?" I asked him. "So fucking bad." He whimpered. He sounded so desperate. I guess I could reward him. I sat up and began to roughly ride John again. "Please! Please I'm gonna blow!" he moaned loudly.

Our moans grew louder and louder until we were both screaming. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I gripped the steering wheel, careful to not blow the horn this time, and I rode him as rapidly as my body would allow me. The car shook and I was glad that there was no one around us. My breaths became shallower and I began to see stars. My lower stomach tightened and my knees tightened around John's lap. "Pound my hole!" I screamed, my voice sounding way too whiny for my liking. But I didn't mind. John held his breath and began thrusting his hips quickly. "O-Oh god!"I screamed as my vision went black. John pulled out of me as I reached my high and more warm liquid projectiled out of me and onto John and the steering wheel. John's voice cracked as I felt his body shake underneath me. I felt his cum shoot onto my inner thighs as both of our screams filled the car.

And then I collapsed on top of him. It was hot and humid in the car and I realized that we were both covered in sweat. The windows were covered in condensation, which gradually faded as John and I relaxed, me on top of him, my back pressed to his chest. "Listen, I'd love to keep you here. But we should really get you home." John finally said after a while. I nodded in agreement and climbed over the center console and back into the passenger seat. I reached for my bikini top in the back seat and threw it into my bag. I pulled off the mini skirt and stuffed it into the bag as well and slid my shorts back on. John turned on the car and blasted the AC and couldn't help but notice the time on the clock. 4:45 AM. Mom would be awake soon. "We really gotta go now." I told John. He finished dressing before pulling off from the side of the dirt road path and turning the car around. The drive back was faster since John was going over the speed limit.

I caved and told John my home address. He offered to just drop me off where he picked me up but I was too tired to walk now. And besides, mom would be awake by the time I got home if I walked. So instead, I told John my street name and my apartment number. I was thankful that the back gate was left open so a code wouldn't need to be entered into the keypad. After taking a few turns, John finally parked the car outside of my building. "I'll see you around, babe." John said quietly before leaning in for one final kiss. I kissed him back for a few seconds, and finally forced myself to pull away from him. I climbed out of his car and made my way to the front door. I quietly unlocked it and tiptoed inside, being careful to not run into any of the moving boxes that were starting to fill the apartment. Scooby was asleep on the couch and he poked his little head up to look at me as I walked in. I looked at the analog clock that hung on the living room wall. 5:20 AM. Ten minutes to spare.