Lessons in Corruption (2)

LYDIA'S POV

The drive began quietly, the soft glow of the street lights illuminated the side of his face as his hand held the steering, I folded my hands on my lap trying my best not to stare at him for too long. So many thoughts ran in my head, was Daniel just going to drop me home like a good friend or were we going to do something else, the thought made me clench my legs in anticipation.

Then it happened he turned onto a road I recognised, I sat up.

“This isn't the way to my house”

“I know.”

My heart began beating faster.

“Daniel…” he didn't answer.

The familiar outline of the old church building came into view, the same church where I began noticing his presence, the same church where we both attended youth fellowships years ago, the same place where I'd first noticed him looking at me differently.

He slowed the car then pulled into the empty parking lot, my pulse thundered in my ears. What was happening? Are we going to finally stop pretending? He stopped beneath the shadow of the building and turned off the engine. Silence filled the car, Daniel turned and finally looked at me, this time I didn't look away.

“You can tell me to take you home,” he said. His voice was quiet, yet serious as he gave me a choice. I should have told him to start the car.

Instead, I whispered, “Why did you bring me here?”

His eyes held mine. “Because I'm tired of pretending I don't know why you look at me the way you do.”

My entire body went still, and then he said the one thing I had spent years praying I would hear.

“I want to know if you've been pretending too.”

My breath caught. “ Tell me Lydia, have you spent these years fantasising about me, about your brother's best friend using you, taking you, fucking you seven ways to Sunday”

I clenched my thighs harder as I felt some wetness pool between them.

“Oh I'm sure you have, you think I've not noticed the looks, oh God knows how I've tried to control myself over the years watching you painfully walk around with these seductive eyes and those lips you always bite,” he reaches out to me and removes my bottom lip from in between my teeth.

“Tell me Lydia, if I reach my hand in between your thighs will I find your panties soaked?”

My voice trembled. “No”

“How many times? How many times have you touched while thinking about me? Have you ever made yourself cum with my name on your lips? Tell me,” his hands sensually rubbed my lips back and forth as if coercing me to tell the truth.

I clenched my thighs harder this time around. “More than I can count” I whispered

For the first time that night, Daniel said nothing, he simply stared at me, his expression unreadable, then his hand dropped from my face.

For one terrifying second, I thought I'd gone too far, he reached for the door handle instead.

My heart sank.

“Daniel…”

He stopped, slowly, he turned back to me.

“You have no idea,” he said quietly, “how many times I've had to walk away from you.”

My breath caught.

He leaned closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin.

“But I'm not walking away tonight.”

The lock clicked, I looked down, the doors were locked, then he reached forward and switched off the last light inside the car.

Darkness swallowed us whole, and when he whispered my name again, I knew there was no pretending anymore.