V8 of Eights part 6

It had taken every bit of mental focus Mark had to cool his own internal jets. He was loving the effort his lady was putting into pleasing him. Sure it was very indirect. She was trying her ultra best no to disappoint him at all. If only she could understand that he was not disappointed but very happy that she was so eager to please.

That kind of trait could not just be limited to driving. A person who loved to please would do so in nearly all circumstances. The only time they focused on themselves was when they needed to recharge or recover. That was the domain of pain he wanted to protect his lady from. As long as he could help it, Mark vowed to protect Stacy. Even if it meant him not having the pleasures or the preferential treatment he wanted.

Right now, he had to calm Stacy down. She was so worked up from feeling a failure that he suspected that she was nearing the point of tears. Tears of frustration. Tears of anger. Tears of embarrassment. Tears of being overwhelmed with feelings that she was not fully understanding.

Given how the girls were rocking in their seats, it was more than just them trying to get the car free. It was more than just trying to get in sync to produce a result. Somehow there was a bit of pleasure in the mix. Clearly, Meg was having serious sexual moments and was sweating way more than one would expect from the scenario. If Mark didn’t know better, he’d assume Meg was dry humping the seat pretending to be riding her man, the way she was throwing her hips liberally about.

The good news for him, he was behind the car. His stiff wood was out of sight and well protected from discovery. Mark had no intention of confirming to Meg her suspicions that he was having a field day watching these women get all heated in the car. Plus, he did not want to introduce Stacy to this kink of his this way. They had not talked about that before. This would be unfair pressure and way too “in-your-face”. She would need the calm of a nice quiet conversation to absorb this.

As far as Mark was concerned, most people would write him off as weird. He did not want to jeopardize his relationship by having his lady connect all her intense feelings with him acting weird. That psychological connection would be near impossible to break. Much like the adrenaline bonding force that happens when two people meet under extreme conditions and fall in love. That feeling is very hard to modify or reproduce outside of the very conditions that created it.

Now that Mark had cooled off, enough to mask his arousal, he made his way to the window of the car. Stacy was bright pink with emotions. She was looking ever so flustered and somewhat confused. Was this the first time she ever got hung up in a car like this?

From her end, Stacy was feeling ever mortified. She was the car guru of campus. She was the driver of drivers. She had meticulously worked her reputation with the guys as an authority in driving ability. Few could maneuver a car like she could, few could manage corners and tight spots like she could. Now, the day she most needed to be present in her man’s cabin on his couch, she was unable to do the simplest of tasks.

Why was she acting so girlie and lost. What was causing her mind to short-circuit all her skills. This had never happened to her before. Meg, her trusted wing-woman, had also earned her stripes as a fantastic driver. What would she think of her now that she had made a royal mess of her Nova. Stacy was afraid to even make eye contact with Mark. Beautiful, handsome, fabulous, most-kind Mark.

She didn’t look up at him when he leaned over to speak to her in the window. Her face flashed from pink to crimson red. She had let down her man. She had failed him. She couldn’t understand what she had done so wrong. To make matters worse, Meg was blushing herself too. This really was not a good look. Even Meg felt badly for her.

Meg on her end was red for entirely different reasons. Mark was strutting himself with a degree of confidence that was way off the charts. This was a royal king about to take over the scene. His power, presence, eminence, and strength was radiating brightly. Meg felt her womanhood buzz with anticipation. The man was exuding his prowess and she felt her body resonating to it. Her boyfriend had not learned how to exude such royalty. He would have to learn. She needed that in her life.

Mark reached in, gently and lightly, caressed his lady’s cheeks. She tried to pull away. She was feeling ever ashamed. She knew better than to push his hand away, not that he had ever told her she couldn’t.

He didn’t press her very much, to which she was ever so grateful. However, she was quite surprised that his hand found her neck and her pulse triple skipped right up to manic arousal. The very essence of her breathing was radically changed to his touch. As his pointer finger traced a lazy line down her neck to her cleavage, she felt burning flames flashing downward and igniting a massive meltdown that was going to soak her seat.

Stacy wanted to stop him, but her ragged breathing and intense fire was preventing her from acting. Her head was hung down low. Her eyes unfocused on anything. Her legs twitching lightly as if unsure if they should spread open wide or slam shut to hold the dam from overflowing.

Right before Mark’s hand was in position to cup her tenderness of swollen nipple… he changed course and firmly traced a line up her neck. Her head snapped up, as if his tracing was commanding her body. He cupped her chin for a brief moment before moving over to the right side of her face and gently turning her head towards him.

She resisted.

He turned her head anyway.

The floodgates were breached. The way his tenderness melted her resistance, she wished she could conjure Meg away to another place so that she could bring Mark into the car and have her way with him right then and there.

Her chest as erect as she could stand, she looked into his eyes and realized that she was defenseless to his charm. His eyes poured out love into her soul.

He was leaning in.

His lips parted ever so slightly.

Her lips parted and quivered. Wanting. Desiring. Anticipating. And that weird buzzing feeling between her legs changed to pulsating tingle of anticipation as the wetness flowed unhindered.

Meg could feel the electricity. She could feel the power. She could feel the love. She saw the way he had taken possession of her body. The way he was commanding her very being with a single touch. Her own body was responding and moving towards his power. Her own internals was aching to experience the same thing. She found herself firmly planting her feet as if she was bracing for her own kiss.