9. Driven to distraction
By the time Fred dragged his body out of bed the next morning, Cara was already down in the bar. He could hear her laughter and Shandy’s mingling with Bob’s mocking tones. As he stepped into the room, everyone turned to grin at him.
“Speak of the devil!” said Shandy. “I’ve made you a nice, big hangover breakfast, for that nice, big hangover you must be sporting right now. Would you like that beer beard chopped off now or later?”
“Now, please!” Fred croaked.
Shandy dashed upstairs for some scissors, grabbed Fred’s flowing beard tight in one hand, then cut it straight across. “Not perfect, but at least it won’t end up in your eggs!”
Fred settled down to eat in silence. He wasn’t feeling all that bad in a physical sense.
He did wish, however, that he couldn’t remember quite so much of the night before.
What on Earth possessed him to show Shandy his escapades with Cara?
His embarrassment knew no bounds. He tried to swallow it down with his eggs and sausages, but it caught in his throat.
Every time either of the girls looked at him, it surged straight back up at him.
“He should be a perfect driver already,” Bob explained, “and as you’ve already seen, excellent security.”
“Thank you so much for sorting this out for me, Bob!” Cara gushed back. “You know how much my work means to me!”
“My pleasure, Cara my dear. Just keep finding me the best homes for our clients, and let Fred off by seven each night so he can do a bit of training, and we’ll be fine.”
The frustration at having his time decided for him by anyone floated back to the surface. How dare Bob decide this on his behalf? Then again, there was the definite upside of spending time with Cara…
“So, Fred, you’re my first client! Ready to drive me back to the penthouse? I have a lot more to show you.” Cara winked, and those potential upsides came rushing back to Fred.
As they clambered into her car, Bob passed over a card with Fred’s picture on it, and a piece of paper.
“These are excellent counterfeits. Unless they’re magical, no one will be able to tell the difference between these and the real thing. If you happen to come across any magical police, they should know to call me before getting you in trouble.”
Fred drove like a dream. His precision and confidence were impeccable. Mirror, signal, manoeuvre was as natural to him as breathing. The Driving Draught had even readied him for the complete dicks he would be sharing the road with.
Cara breathed a deep sigh of relief as she relaxed in the passenger seat. She placed her hand on Fred’s thigh, and turned to study his face as he drove.
“I’m so sorry I left so abruptly after the accident,” she breathed.
“I thought of you every moment since. I can’t give up on you just because I let you distract me.
I could have asked you to stop and I didn’t.
I’ve been replaying every moment of yesterday in my mind again and again, and I have never felt this way before.
If I don’t get to be with you again I will never stop wanting to be. Can you forgive me?”
Images of the mind merge with Shandy made Fred flush violently. He had literally replayed the previous day, to someone else, who he also wanted to fuck.
“I forgive you,” Fred choked, as her hand crept further and further up his leg.
Now Cara started to play with him in earnest. Fred kept his eyes on the road and let the Driving Draught do its work. Her hands smoothed over the shape of his cock.
“Just thinking of sucking you makes me so wet,” she purred, her eyes fixed on his bulge like a cat ready to pounce.
“Last night I wasn’t just thinking of you, I was thinking of you and playing with myself.
I came, but it wasn’t the same, it just made me want you even more.
” Her slender fingers worked his fly open and he raised his hips off the seat so that she could free his erection.
She giggled as it sprung out of his underwear.
“You make me want to break all the rules.”
She released her seatbelt. Fred focused on the road ahead as her lips slid eagerly down his shaft.
She pushed his cock right to the back of her throat and began to bob her head up and down, gagging on each thrust and splattering saliva all down his cock, until it trickled down his balls and spattered his thighs.
Fred wanted to close his eyes, but the Drinking Draught wouldn’t let him. He wanted to stroke her hair to encourage her to keep going, but he was forced to use his words instead.
“Oh Cara… Cara…”
The part of his brain that wasn’t consumed with driving was otherwise occupied too.
Cara didn’t seem to need any encouragement. She just kept going, gagging on his cock again and again without coming up for air once.
Fred’s excitement built rapidly. As he began to moan, Cara sped up, turning tension to sudden relief, as he shot his cum straight down her throat.
Cara stayed absolutely still until the last throb of his cock had subsided, her lips still tight around him.
He felt her swallow before she slowly pulled her head back up, trailing her tongue slowly along his cock, before bobbing her head back down to lick up a few final drips that beaded on the tip.
“Pull over, Fred. I want to show you how wet that made me.”
Fred pulled over onto some rough ground at the entrance to a field. Cara suddenly sat up very straight, taking in the cows in the field, the narrow country road.
“Huh? Where are we? Where have you taken me?”
Her panic shocked Fred from his post-nut reverie.
“I don’t know… I was just driving.”
“We were meant to be going to your future apartment. Why did you bring me here?”
“I didn’t try to bring you anywhere! I really was just driving. I hadn’t even thought about where we were going before we left, and once my cock was down your throat, I wasn’t thinking at all anymore!”
Cara’s tension melted, and she sat back in the chair.
“I don’t know why, but I kind of assumed your Drinking Draught would come with some kind of map, like some kind of internal GPS. I guess I was wrong!” she giggled.
“GPS?”
Cara illuminated a map on the dashboard, zooming out to work out where they had ended up.
“This is GPS. We seem to be on some kind of back route to Watford! That blow job must have lasted a lot longer than I realised.” Cara smiled at him, and opened her legs wide. “No wonder it made me so wet!”
Now that his Driving Draught was no longer engaged, Fred had regained the use of both of his hands. He obligingly pushed a finger into Cara’s pussy. Just like the day before, her juices flooded out over his finger.
“Do blowjobs always make you this wet?” he asked, feeling his cock twitch back to life.
“Every single time!”
“I think you might be the perfect girl friend! Get out of the car!”
Cara did as she was told, and Fred came round to her side of the car. He turned her to face the car, then pulled up her skirt to reveal her ever-bare buttocks.
“You give the best blowjobs I have had in decades, you never wear underwear, you’re permanently wet, and you’re not married?”
“I never met a man who could keep up!” Cara gasped, as Fred thrust his cock into her sopping wet pussy.
“Oh, I can keep up!” Fred rumbled in her ear.
He pushed his hand round between the car and her body to find her clit and began to pound her pussy like a man possessed. When her first orgasm shook through her, he felt her legs turn to jelly, but he just kept going, turning that orgasm into another and another and another.
When he finally pulled out to shoot his load all over those beautiful buttocks, Cara was too weak to stand alone, and he had to grab her hips to stop her sliding down the side of the car into the mud.
“Fred!” she gasped. “Fred! I…”
Fred pulled her skirt back down over her cum-streaked buttocks, and picked her up in his arms. She looked stunning, her makeup streaked all over her face again. He kissed her soft lips and she smiled weakly up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Oh yes, Fred, yes!”
Fred opened the back door and laid Cara down, before getting back in the driver’s seat.
“How do I tell this map where I want to go?” Fred asked.
“What? Oh… hold the button at the bottom and say ‘National Theatre’. That should get us near enough. Your building isn’t even on the map yet!”
Fred drove off, following the little line on the map.
The Driving Draught seemed to have allowed for that too.
It hadn’t provided him with any built-in navigation, but it had readied him to use the systems that existed, and following the GPS was second nature to him, despite never having seen one in his life before.
Cara slowly recovered, and by the time they were back in Central London, she was sitting up and able to help with the last few directions.
Pulling into the car park, Fred felt an exhausted but happy lurch in his pants. Cara was his girlfriend. This penthouse would be his. His life in this world was looking up.