My dads best friend my teacher

Road trip

The cops arrested Jackson, Cameron and their goons. We have been talking to the cops for the past few weeks and it's been exhausting. Thankfully the principal gave us the week off away from school so we started our spring break a little early. Dad rented out a van that is spacious for us to lay down if we want to. Shawn's doctor gave him the all clear but to still be cations since his body is still in the healing process. Derek sits in the back in front of us while Shawn and I sit in the far back for privacy. Dad still doesn't know about our relationship and we're trying to keep it more on the down low now that our relationship is a little more open to the public.

Shawn is on his phone humming to himself, his hand rest on my thigh rubbing up and down and each time he goes up his hand gets closer and closer to my crotch area. I look at him but, he doesn't look at me. His hand slide to my inner thigh and he squeezes a little hard but not enough to hurt me. I scoot closer to him closing my thighs trapping his hand between them. He's not phased by it and continues reading whatever is on his phone. I rest my head on his shoulder and doze off.

I wake up to the motion of the van stopping, Shawn parks the van at a gas station. He must of trade places with my dad while I was sleeping. Him and my dad get out to pump gas while mom, Derek and I go to the convenient store. Shawn gave me his card so I can get me and him something. I grab a chocolate chip muffin knowing he's probably going to want one and I got me a bag oh hot chips, a few meat stick and two sodas. We get back to the car, Shawn hops into the driver side and drives. Derek sits next to me he lower his voice so only I can hear what he is saying. "I never got the chance to ask but, are you and Shawn ok? After the whole incident you two don't seem phased. You never talk about it, you both don't." I shrug it off. "I'm used to Jackson's shit plus we're tired of talking about it we had to talk to the cops for weeks then on top of that the court date is in May so now we have to go through the trauma all over again. We don't want to talk about it right now, we just want to enjoy the vacation without having to think about it." He nods dropping the conversation. "What are you going to do first in Oklahoma?" I hum. "I don't know." Shawn scoffs. "You have got to be fucking kidding me right now." All of us look at Shawn confused. "WERE JUST NOW LEAVING TEXAS!!" All of us burst out laughing, dad pats his shoulder. "Welcome to Texas or should I say Oklahoma." Shawn pulls over to the side and hits his head on the steering wheel. "Texas is too big." He whines as he gets out switching with my dad. He gets in the back so I go to the back as well. He pulls me close to his side sighing before kissing the side of my head then he lifts my chin up. Making sure my dad wasn't looking he gently press his lips against mine. I pull away, I lick his bottom lip before gently taking it between my teeth. His hand go between my legs and gently rubbing me through my shorts he stops then with one hand unbuttoned my shorts. "Sha-" he hushes me. "Stay quiet for me baby, we don't want your dad to hear." Shawn hasn't touched me since the incident we haven't really tried to have sex and when we do try he can't get hard. He's embarrassed about it but I reassure him that it's ok because I can't get wet for him. The therapist we're seeing believes it could be because of the trauma we had gone through. We hope that this vacation can rekindle our sex life. His hand slides into my panty's then sighs pulling away. "I'm sorry." I blush and he lifts my face up kissing my lips one more time. "It's ok, it's ok, this vacation will help us...hopefully. That's what the therapist said." I smile nodding and he press his forehead against mine. "We will be ok." It's like we want to be intimate and have sex but mentally we're not there and it's hard on the both of us. I lay down on Shawn's lap, the tears silently fall down my face and onto his lap. The tears soaked through his sweats so of course he noticed. He rest a hand on my lower back rubbing gently up and down and whispering soothing words. I fist his pants silently crying harder, I curl up into him more.

I wake up in a soft bed. I look out the window and it's still bright outside, of course since we left at the crack of dawn. "Hey baby." Shawn leans against the door frame of the bathroom arms crossed. "You cried yourself to sleep." He walks over and crawl in the bed with me. "Did you sleep?" I ask. "Yeah, everyone else is still sleep. Do you want to maybe try to have sex again?" I nod. "Yea we can try." I'm wearing one of his t-shirts that stops mid thigh and only wearing panty's, he must have changed me while I was sleeping. I slowly open my legs allowing him between them and he plants kisses all over my face then goes to my lips. I hum into the kiss, he press himself against my core. He continues to thrust into me but he's not getting hard. He groans in frustration pulling away. "Dammit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" He says hitting the headboard repeatedly. I grab his face planting a kiss on his lips. "It's ok, it's ok Shawn." His tears fall on my face and my tears go down my cheek. "It's ok." He bury his head into my neck. "This sucks, this fucking sucks."