Honey Stone

Home Sweet Home

The ride the next day was uncomfortable for them both. Nash hadn't slept well. His dreams had been full of images of Honey writhing beneath him and gasping his name. Every time he thought of her that morning his cock had twitched painfully in his jeans and he'd tried his best to hide from her.

Honey had had a similar night. She'd stood under the shower jets while Nash had set the truck and tried to come to terms with what she was feeling. He made her feel things she never thought she would. but in the back of her mind she heard the voices of her classmates resonating again, taunting her and reminding her that her place was far beneath them. By the time they'd had breakfast and were on the road, Honey was a coiled spring and the voices in her head were a deafening cacophony.

Slut

whore

Skank

Tease- Nash had called her that himself.

She jumped a mile when she felt a hand on her leg. 'Jesus baby, are you ok?' Nash asked quickly as he cast a worried glance at her.

Honey gave him a tight smile but her eyes refused to meet his and she stared out of the window. She hunched her shoulders and felt a crushing weight descend on her. What was she doing. It had started off as an adventure but now she felt the reality of it sinking in. She'd left everything she'd ever known, her mother, her home and her school. What would she do now? She hadn't even graduated high school?

Nash was looking at her again. He watched as she folded herself tighter and tighter. This was ridiculous. She couldn't keep shutting herself away from him. He wanted to help her but she had to let him in.

'Baby?' Nash asked gently, do you want to tell me whats going on with you. You're scaring me sweetheart.'

Honey turned her head slightly and peeped at him. Nash's large hands were gripping the steering wheel and his knuckles where white. It was obvious that he was angry and it made her stomach flip. She shifted in her seat again, moving reluctantly to face him.

'What if they don't like me?' she whispered jaggedly.

'Who?' asked Nash looking at her with a frown.

'Your friends. What if I don't fit in with them?'

'Baby, they'll love you and to be honest I don't give a fuck if they don't like you. I love you and that the the end of it.'he said fiercely as he rubbed her leg and entwined her fingers with his.

'What about your president? He can make things hard on you can't he?' she asked feeling bolder.

'Tommy? Nah he's a good man. Got a soft spot for lost souls. He'll look after you like you were his own blood.' Nash said dismissively.

'Are you sure?' Honey sill wasn't certain this was a good idea.

'What else is there baby girl? Something else is eating at you and it ain't my friends. Don't tell me you're missing that bitch mother of yours are you? Because believe me sweetheart, you'll be better taken care of than you ever were with her'

'No, its nothing like that, I'm done with her.' she paused, thinking of how best to voice her worries to him. 'Its just that I didn't want to leave school. I didn't want to cut off all my opportunities.'

'Babe, you really don't remember any of our conversation the other night do you. There's a high school in town. I've already put you down, pulled a few strings and you start as soon as you want.'

'How? What about all my records?' she spluttered. 'Its not that simple Nash.'

He laughed conspiratorially at her. 'its easy baby. If you know the right people anything is possible. Buzz, our computer genius has set you all up ready to go.'