College Boy [h.s]

Thirty Nine- Part 2

*bonus chapter added in later. Enjoy!!

Harrys POV

"Seems like you were in there with Pastor John for a while," Teagan says once we've started the car.

"Yeah. We had a nice chat," I smile gently.

"Private?" She asks, essentially seeing if it was something I'd be comfortable sharing with her or not.

"Just about Sarah...And you," I add shyly.

"Ohhh." I can see Teagan nod beside me. "Just can't stop talking about me, huh?" She teases, although I can sense she knows the topic is serious.

"I just have a whole lot of praying to do," I murmur.

"Hey, you're okay? This isn't about us...is it?" Teagan questions, her tone becoming more serious.

"Not like that," I immediately respond. "Nothing bad with us."

"You promise?"

"I promise," I give her a short smile before turning back to the road.

"Okay. We don't have to talk about this anymore. I can tell it's personal."

Teagan puts her hand on my right leg as per usual, the two of sitting in a comfortable silence for a bit before she speaks up.

"I'm so happy we found each other again, Harry. I really am. I'm so happy," she states. She said it so casually and yet so passionately, like it was just something that was always on the top of her mind despite it being so endearing.

"That's so nice. I feel the same," I reply, somewhat taken aback by the sudden confession. I take my right hand off the wheel for just a moment to touch the top of hers before putting it back.

Her hand that still rests on my thigh moves a bit inward now as she starts to slowly move it up and down.

God why does she do this to me when I'm driving?! Of course I like it... I like it very much. And I'm driving!

I shake my head a bit to focus my eyes back on the road, but the more she touches me the more I can't focus, and the less I focus the less I'm able to control the growing boner in my pants.

She has to know what she's doing... right? Of course she does.

Her hand moves even higher, this time physically palming my dick in her hand and I let out a sudden sharp cough as I damn near turn the steering wheel from the sudden surprise.

Teagan chuckles beside me and removes her hand.

"It's like you have a death wish or something," I say lightheartedly.

"Do you like it when I do that though?" She whispers.

"I do but... I am driving, love," I force a laugh.

"That's what makes it more fun!"

"Having a hard-on while trying to focus on the road is more torturous than fun," I reply lightheartedly.

"Sorry, I can't help you get so turned on when I touch you," she teases.

I look over at her for a second, just shaking my head with a grin.

She puts her hand right back where it was, this time just letting it rest right in the spot on my inner thigh just below my dick, not moving it but also being in such close proximity to it that it was hard not to imagine her stroking me with those pretty little fingers of hers.