The Fast Lane

Chapter 2

He was laughing at me.  He had been enjoying this little race the whole time.  Maybe he was laughing at the fact that he scared me by honking a minute ago.  I didn’t know.  All I knew was that he was the most handsome guy I had ever seen in my life.

His brown curly hair was sticking out of the snapback he was wearing.  The ends that were sticking out of the sides were blowing slightly in the wind.  He was so tan, and I could see some small tattoos all over his wrists and poking out of his plaid, button-down shirt, which was hanging open.  His jaw line was so distinct and his smile seemed perfect and playful.  His eyes were covered by some plain, black ray-bans. 

"Hungry, love?" He shouted over to me.  I almost lost it when I heard the slight British accent is his deep voice.  I suddenly remembered that I was pretty hungry, I still had to pee, and my gas tank was officially empty.  

"Yes!" I shouted back, a little too excitedly. He laughed and sped up, pulling in front of me and signaling that he was getting off at the next exit.  I followed.

We stopped at the first gas station that we could see.  I guess he was pretty desperate for gas too.  He pulled up to a pump and got out of his car right when I drove up to the pump behind him.  He was tall.  He wasn’t built, but he obviously worked out. 

I stepped out of my car and began to fill up the tank.  I leaned against my car and looked down at my phone. I was relieved to see no texts from Alex and no calls from my sister asking if I was headed to Charlotte for her “big weekend” yet.  I felt someone staring at me. 

I slowly glanced over to the silver car and the tan mystery man who drove it.  He was looking at me and smiling.  I blushed and looked at the rising numbers on the gas-pump screen.  

After what felt like an eternity, the handle clicked and the numbers stopped.  I jumped into my car and pulled around the silver car into a parking stop in front of the gas station’s minimart.  I walked inside and began to look around at the snacks.  I was reaching for some skittles when I felt a breeze behind me and heard a low and slow “Booo” behind me. The way he spoke and breathed ever so lightly on my neck sent chills down my back.  I dropped my skittles. 

"Let me get those for you, Love." I turned to face red plaid.  Three of the buttons at the top of the shirt were missing and it hung open enough for me to see the two swallows that mystery man had tattooed on his beautiful chest.  I looked up higher, past the perfect jawline and the plump and color-filled lips to the mesmerizing green eyes that peered into my own brown ones.  I felt like, in that moment, he was looking into my soul and my past.  I felt almost violated, yet I was so calm and so intrigued.  

"Thank you." 

He broke eye contact and walked to the refrigerators that held all of the drinks.  I was unable to move my feet, so instead, I watched him as he looked up and down the rows of drinks, biting and pulling at his lips. I suddenly felt so turned on. 

I was happy that a text message forced me to look away from him. 

please talk to me -A

"Is that your boyfriend?" He was standing over me.  God, he smelled good.

"No. He is not." I furrowed my brow and walked to the drinks myself.

"Why aren’t you talking to him?" Why did he care? I was getting a little irritated. 

"I’m not obliged to talk to anyone.  I just talk to who I want." 

He laughed. “So since we’re talking, you want to talk to me?”  I paused for a moment and turned to him.  His smile was playful yet soft at the same time. I didn’t respond. 

"Why don’t you want to talk to your boyfriend?" He asked again, biting his lip. 

"He is not my boyfriend!" I nearly shouted.  I looked around. Thank goodness there was no one else in there.  The man behind the counter looked like he was dead.  

I grabbed his tattooed wrist and pulled it.  He followed me as I headed to the back of the minimart.  I pulled open the bathroom door and yanked him into the small room, which was surprisingly clean for a public restroom.  I locked the door and turned to shove the irresistible guy against the wall. “Would a girl with a boyfriend do this?” I crashed my lips into his.

Now, before you go judging me, I just want to say this wasn’t something I would just normally do.  I was just really mad and caught up in the moment and I wanted to prove a point to him that I WAS really single…. and I guess I also was trying to prove it to myself.  It had been 5 months since Alex and I broke up, yet I hadn’t gone on any dates or kissed anyone else.  Maybe that’s why I wasn’t letting myself fully move on.

Mystery Man was amazing.  After a heated make-out session he lifted me up onto the handicapped bar beside the toilet with ease and began to take off my jeans.  I was surprised by his strength.  I am, by no means, a small girl.  I’m a fully developed, overweight, extremely voluptuous 19 year old.  I’m not fat, just not thin or fit in any way.  I was also glad that my long blonde hair was up in a messy bun today because he probably would have swallowed some with all the kissing he was doing on my neck.

I was also surprised when he paused to ask me if I was a virgin.  I didn’t even know this guy’s name, yet he was thoughtful enough not to just slam into me.  Once I told him no, though, he did slam into me.  Despite me having lost my virginity to Alex two years ago, it felt like I was losing it all over again to this mystery guy.  It was so painful at first, probably because I hadn’t been fucked in a good 6 months.  Finally, it turned into the most insane amount of pleasure that I have ever felt, probably because mystery man’s privates were about three inches longer than Alex’s ever were. 

When we finished, he picked up my jeans from the floor and held them up for me to step into. 

"Oh… Thank you, umm-"

"Harry," he said pleasantly, looking up at me and grinning.

"I’m Tristan," I said, smiling back and buttoning up my jeans. 

"Well Tris, I still can’t tell if you’re single or not, but if you aren’t, you just cheated BIG TIME," he said, smoothing back his bangs and securing them with the snapback I had thrown off minutes before.  I actually laughed.  I sex had definitely helped me lighten up a bit. 

We snuck out of the bathroom and back to the drinks.  The man at the counter was still asleep. Or dead. Harry and I grabbed a bunch of snacks and drinks, and then Harry generously left a $20 on the counter and we left. 

When we got back on the highway, Harry and I kept driving circles around one another and making faces across the lanes.  After about 2 hours, Harry rolled down his window and shouted over the wind, “My exit is coming up shortly!”  He made a pouty face.  I giggled and made one back at him.

"Thank you for today though!  I’m never going to see gas stations the same way again thanks to you! I’ll think of you every time I see one!" He winked at me and smiled so his dimples showed.  I laughed again.

"Hey Tris?"  He looked more serious.

"Yeah?"

"Everything is going to be okay, I just want ya to know that." 

I was a little shocked.  Why would he think anything was wrong?  How did he KNOW?  I didn’t know whether to be thankful or irritated or confused or what, and it must have showed on my face because Harry laughed again. 

"You’re beautiful, Love!" He said before speeding off to his exit. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about him the rest of the drive.  Even when Alex texted me, I was so distracted by thoughts and memories of Harry that I had no reaction to anything else, not even my sister calling me and yelling at me about being late for her rehearsal dinner.