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By *c8484 OP Man
3 days ago
Dunfermline |
I’d only been working as a driving instructor for a few months when Robbie first got in touch. He was in his final year at uni and was bright, polite, and clearly frustrated with the long, crowded commutes on lecture days.
Robbie was one of those quiet, sensitive guys. Always in scuffed-up Converse, skinny jeans that clung to his thighs just a little too tightly, and vintage band T-shirts. His hair curled slightly, soft and wild, like it hadn’t met a comb in days. From the moment he sat in the car, I could tell he wasn’t the most natural driver. His hands trembled a little on the wheel, fingers twitching over the indicators, and his eyes never quite settled, and so It didn’t surprise me when, during one of our early lessons, he admitted that the quiet, unsure thing wasn’t just a driving quirk. It followed him everywhere.
That afternoon, the streets were calm. We’d done the usual route around town, his movements growing a bit more confident. I knew he had his theory test coming up, so I suggested we pull into a quiet spot outside a burger joint I liked. I figured we could run through some questions.
We parked up, engine still idling, windows slightly fogged from the warmth inside the car. The silence stretched between us, not uncomfortable, just in a way I couldn’t quite explain. I was scrolling through the questions on my phone when he suddenly looked past me, toward the pavement.
A girl was strutting past toward the restaurant: she looked like Robbie in feminine form , skinny black jeans, rock band T-shirt barely visible under a white denim jacket pulled around her. Her makeup was loud, red lips, heavy eyes, pale face. Robbie gave her a small wave. She glanced his way, didn’t stop. He exhaled, almost like he'd been holding his breath.
“Who’s that?” I asked, turning just enough to catch his expression.
“Holly,” he said. “She’s in a few of my classes.”
“You like her?”
“Oh, yeah.” He didn’t even hesitate.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You should ask her out sometime.”
His cheeks flushed. It wasn’t just embarrassment, it was deeper than that. A kind of shame.
“Oh, I couldn’t,” he said quickly, looking down at his hands in his lap. “She’s so much more…”
“More what?”
He swallowed. “Experienced.”
I let the word hang there between us. I could see the pulse ticking in his throat, his jaw tense.
“And you’re not?”
He shook his head, barely meeting my eyes. “No.”
The engine hummed softly, the windows misting a little more. Inside the restaurant, Holly stood in line, scrolling through her phone like we didn’t exist.
We both watched her for a long moment. But then, slowly, I let my gaze drift. Not to the woman in the window, but to the guy beside me.
Robbie’s leg was bouncing nervously, his fingers drumming faintly on the gear stick like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. He looked so vulnerable.
I let the silence linger a little longer before I spoke again, my voice quieter this time, lower.
“Experience isn’t everything, Robbie. What do you want from her?" I asked gently.
He gave a short laugh, hollow and uncertain. "To know I exist would be a start."
"You know what I mean," I said, even softer now.
He looked down at his hands, then back at me.
"I'd like her to hold me. Touch my hair... maybe kiss me." His voice trailed off.
There was a shift in the air, subtle but undeniable. I glanced down, and it was clear how much the thought had aroused him.
"Keep going," I said.
He hesitated. "I’d like her to... you know..."
"I do," I murmured, and my hand moved lightly to his thigh.
He startled, pushing my hand away.
"It’s okay, Robbie," I whispered, brushing my fingers over him again, a little higher this time.
Again, he pushed my hand back, but this time, it was slower. Less certain.
I met his eyes. "Just pretend I’m her," I said quietly.
He didn’t stop me as my fingers traced the outline of his erection in jeans, his breath quickened . He turned to me, face flushed, nerves flickering across his face
"You can…" he swallowed, then nodded faintly. "You can take it out, if you want."
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