Wednesday was tired of being limited by her inability to drive. She had obtained her learner's permit a year prior when she first turned 15, but she had never learned from her parents, finding their direction too heavy handed and cloying. Lurch had attempted to teach her once, but although he was a proficient driver himself, his slow verbal reaction time made him an inefficient and sometimes dangerous teacher.
While most students didn't have cars on campus at Nevermore, and the school provided a shuttle to town, Wednesday was not most students. She found herself hindered by the shuttle, which only left at certain times and always returned well before curfew. Having a license and a car would give her the control over her life and schedule that she desired.
Tyler Galpin, a reluctant ally she'd made in Jericho, was a townie, meaning that he did have a car. He'd even given her rides on occasion, though she loathed having to ask for his help. It made her feel like a child being driven around by her father. That was not what she wanted.
However, in order to obtain the driver's license she so desired, she had to ask for his help once more. Although she possessed a lot of natural talent as an Addams, she couldn't very well go into the test blind. As such, Wednesday walked into the Weathervane bracing herself for a negotiation. Tyler smiled at her as she approached the counter, and he started to prepare her usual quad without question.
"Tyler, I have a favor to ask."
"Sure, Wednesday. What's up?" he asked, not looking up from the espresso machine as he fiddled with its settings.
"I am in need of driving lessons. I possess a permit but no one to drive with, nor a car to practice on."
"I didn't hear a question in there," Tyler said, still not looking at her.
Wednesday glared at the teasing smile that curled on his lips even as he tried to appear aloof. "Will you give me driving lessons?" she asked through her teeth.
"Sure Wednesday, I'd be happy to," he smiled at her with no hint of disingenuity, making her feel even more on edge. "But I'd probably only be available on Tuesday and Saturday evenings; that's when I always have off."
"That works." It was Monday. "Pick me up tomorrow at 6pm," she said before grabbing her finished quad, turning, and leaving the way she came.
"You're welcome!" Tyler called after her, making her grin despite herself.
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"Okay, so how much driving experience do you have?" Tyler asked after settling into his passenger seat, Wednesday seated in the driver's.
"I have the Vermont driver's manual memorized," Wednesday responded, her hands firmly at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel.
Tyler chuckled. "So none?"
Wednesday grunted a nonresponse and glared forward for a moment before sighing. "Lurch tried to give me a lesson once. It didn't go well."
"Lurch?"
"My family's butler. He's part Addams though - he just likes the work."
"Butler," Tyler mumbled, shaking his head. "Of course."
"Okay, well theory isn't everything," he continued. "Practice is important with driving. You shouldn't have to think about it too hard; the decisions you make should come naturally to you," he explained, Wednesday listening intently.
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At the end of their lesson, Wednesday pulled up to the gates of Nevermore with a hard stop, making Tyler's body lurch against his seatbelt. "Sorry about that," she grimaced.
"It's fine. I think you did pretty well for your first time, actually."
They'd stuck to the backroads to avoid too much traffic, wanting to simply get the motions down before adding other drivers into the equation. Truthfully, Wednesday did feel satisfied with her performance. It had gone much better with Tyler than it had with Lurch - she didn't hit anyone this time.
"Okay, well I should probably go inside if I want to avoid my dorm mother sniping at me about-" she started to say, but she was cut off by Tyler's lips. On hers. Or rather, Tyler's tongue in her mouth.
He'd leaned over the center console and kissed her without warning, and she'd turned her face into his automatically, her open, mid-sentence mouth accepting his tongue. Her mind froze as Tyler kissed her, sliding his lips against hers slowly and softly, his tongue slipping in and out of her mouth with each kiss - who knew her tongue had so many nerves? She found herself kissing him back as he leaned in further, kissing her harder. His hand came up to cup her cheek, steadying her as he practically pushed her up against the driver's side door, devouring her. Wednesday's body was on fire - and the source of the burning was evident, starting between her legs and engulfing her completely in an instant.
Just as soon as it had started, it was over. Tyler sat back in his seat like nothing had happened. "You need to get inside, right?" he prompted her after a moment of her sitting there, frozen in her seat.
"Right," Wednesday mumbled, opening the car door only to be stopped by her seat belt, which she had left on. She fumbled with the buckle for a moment before darting out of the car, speed walking through the Nevermore gates without looking back, her heart racing.
—
The rest of the week, Wednesday was restless. That kiss had come out of nowhere, and he hadn't even addressed it afterwards. What did it mean? Would he still show up for their next lesson on Saturday? Would he kiss her again? Or, worst of all, would he want to talk about it?
She felt a persistent undercurrent of anxiety in the days leading up to their scheduled lesson, unable to focus on her schoolwork or writing. Even Enid noticed that she was on edge, pointing out that she was tapping her foot restlessly as she sat at her desk staring into space. Wednesday had brushed her off, though she didn't even have the mental bandwidth to make it convincing or stern.
When their Saturday lesson finally came, her anxiety was at its peak. She could feel that her shoulders were around her ears as she clutched the steering wheel in a white knuckled grip. It made her jerky and over sensitive to stimulus on the road, but Tyler luckily attributed it to her lack of driving experience rather than the nerves that they were.
He didn't comment on the kiss from last time once, and neither did she. When they finally pulled up to Nevermore again, she'd almost convinced herself that she'd totally imagined the bizarre interaction.
But then, Tyler was leaning across the center console again and kissing her. This time, he was somehow even less gentle than before, molding his mouth against hers firmly with a hand on the back of her head, pressing her to him, before dropping his hands to her waist and hauling her over the center console and into his lap without preamble, an impressive show of strength and agility.
Wednesday only had a moment to gasp before he was pulling her face down to kiss him again. His hands trailed down her back before resting on her ass and squeezing, pulling her down to grind against him. Wednesday let out a muffled moan at the pleasure of rolling her hips against him, even through her jeans, surprised and pleased as his erection grew underneath her as they continued to kiss hungrily. She ripped her mouth away from his to breathe and whimpered softly as his lips immediately went to her neck, kissing down it eagerly with his soft, plush lips before pulling her shirt collar to the side and latching onto her collarbone. Wednesday's eyes flew open at the sensation, and she clutched at his hair with her fist as she ground down onto his erection needily, breath shallow. Everything felt so good.
Tyler released the bit of skin and kissed back up the column of her neck, nuzzling into the crook of her chin for a moment before coming back up to her lips and giving her a soft, lingering, closed-mouth kiss. He pulled back, breathing heavily, and steadied her hips with his hands. "Okay. Well, same time Tuesday?" he asked, as if nothing had just happened and she wasn't still seated on his lap, his hard on very much real against her center.
"Um, right," Wednesday mumbled, disoriented. She grabbed blindly for the handle on the car door and tumbled off of his lap and into the street, barely catching herself. "Next week!" she called over her shoulder as she shakily made her way back into the school.
Wednesday didn't avoid the Weathervane between lessons this time - she couldn't afford to miss out on so much caffeine, and besides, if he wasn't addressing it, why should she treat it like it was a big deal? Certainly, it was bizarre, but Wednesday was an Addams - she'd met much weirder things in her life without blinking an eye.
When she walked into the cafe this time, Tyler looked up and caught her eye, giving her a nod to let her know he'd seen her and would bring the quad to her. Wednesday sat at her usual booth and folded her hands, waiting. She came in regularly enough that she hardly ever ordered anymore, and he usually didn't make her pay. She hadn't understood at first why he was covering the cost of her coffees; it seemed counterintuitive to his profession. But after her last two driving lessons, she was starting to get the idea.
Tyler brought the hot quad over to her himself - in a ceramic cup, showing that he expected her to stay for a moment. He sat it down in front of her and slid into the booth across from her, watching expectantly as she took a sip. Something on her face must have given away that she enjoyed it - though she didn't think she changed her expression - because he gave her a pleased smile. "How are you doing?" he asked.
Wednesday met his eyes and paused. He looked perfectly normal, the same as always, but there was something in his eyes. A heat and intensity behind them that weren't usually apparent shining through and sending an atypical warmth through her body in return.
"I'm fine," she finally said after looking at him for a moment. He maintained eye contact as he nodded in response, his eyes blazing. She found that she couldn't look away, either.
"And how are you?" she mumbled out awkwardly. She didn't like small talk, but somehow the people in her life, namely Enid and Tyler, were constantly putting her in a position where she needed to engage in it.
"I'm fine, too," he responded with a half smile, still staring at her. Someone tapped the bell at the counter, and they both looked over, finding a customer waiting and looking at them pointedly. They looked back at each other, and Tyler smiled apologetically before tapping the table and standing up. "Duty calls. I'll see you Tuesday?" he asked, eyes still burning.
"Sure. See you Tuesday," she said. When his eyes flickered away and he made his way to the counter, Wednesday felt like she could finally breathe. She hadn't even noticed the pressure in her chest until it was gone. She swallowed hard before tilting her head back and draining her scalding hot coffee in one gulp.
–
Their next lesson started like the others. He picked her up right on time - not early or late, which she appreciated. In their last lesson, they had ventured out into the town proper where there was more traffic. Not that there was ever much traffic; it was still Jericho. However, he wanted her to have experience driving around other cars and practicing things like 'defensive driving.' This lesson was the same; he directed her to start on the road that led from Nevermore, across the bridge, and to the square.
Wednesday was feeling more relaxed than last time; certainly, he would probably try to kiss her again at the end of that date - and she would probably let him, her mind provided unhelpfully - but at least she knew what to expect. It wasn't like last time when she didn't know what exactly he would say or do. That was what she thought, anyway.
They had just crossed the bridge when she felt the weight of Tyler's hand land on her bare thigh. She was wearing a skirt, and it had ridden up slightly, resting just above her knee. Wednesday glanced down to see that he had placed his hand just under the bunched fabric on her lower thigh. She looked next at Tyler, who was looking forward still as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
He glanced over at her and noticed her gaze. "Hey, eyes on the road," he said, and she shot her eyes forward. She checked her rearview mirror, too. Luckily, no one else was on the road at the moment, as she had assumed. She breathed a sigh of relief and resolved to pay better attention. It wasn't like her to become distracted so easily.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the hand on her leg move. Tyler rubbed her knee for a moment, massaging her kneecap between his thumb and forefinger, before slowly sliding his hand up her thigh, stroking her skin with the rough pads of his fingers.
Wednesday struggled to keep her eyes locked on the road, and she let her foot off of the gas slightly to drive a bit more carefully. When his hand was just above her mid thigh, he squeezed it, making her jump slightly in her seat. "Make sure you're driving the speed limit," he murmured to her, rubbing his thumb firmly into her flesh.
"Easy for you to say," she bit out, grinding her teeth in frustration. She sped up to the speed limit begrudgingly before glancing over at him for a split second and returning her eyes to the road. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"I thought I could give you a lesson on distracted driving," he said.
"Distracted driv-" she began to repeat but cut herself off when his hand slid up further and down between her thighs, touching the soft, sensitive flesh there, so close to her center that she could feel his pinkie finger just barely grazing her panties.
"Just keep your eyes on the road," he commanded soothingly, and Wednesday swallowed hard, her breath becoming labored now. His hand came up to cup her fully, her warmth nestled against his fingers and palm, and her mouth dropped open in a silent cry, her eyebrows drawing together in distress. Even this gentle touch felt powerful and intense to her.
Wednesday gripped the steering wheel even harder, trying to ground herself as much as she could while she couldn't move or close her eyes at the sensation of being touched. When he started rubbing his fingers across her in smooth, wide circles, she couldn't stop herself from keening aloud, needing to release the energy that was inside of her in some way.
He let up the pressure for a moment before sliding his fingers underneath the band of her panties and stroking over her bare, wet cunt. "Oh God," she moaned as his strong fingers slipped over her swollen clit on their way down. The palm of his hand stayed grinding against that sensitive nub as his thick fingers played with her entrance. The firm, consistent pressure against her clit as he wiggled one of his long digits inside of her, stroking deeply into her vise-tight cunt, had her minutely moving her hips with him, closer and closer to the edge. She was so sensitive, having barely touched herself before, that it didn't take long before she was tumbling over the edge, barely keeping her eyes open as she shuddered through her orgasm, pleasure rolling down her spine. When she was finished, Tyler carefully removed his hand from her underwear and replaced her skirt on her lap, shamelessly bringing his slick ruined hand to his mouth for a taste.
When Wednesday recovered and became more aware of her surroundings, she realized that they had driven clear through town and were now approaching the dirt road that led out and eventually to the highway. She stared forward, her eyes narrowed, as she drove out of town before abruptly pulling over to the shoulder of the road, slamming on the breaks intentionally this time.
She put the car in park and whipped her head towards Tyler as she unbuckled her seat belt. Tyler's eyes were wide and apprehensive. He put his hands up, futilely trying to calm her. "Woah, was that way out of line?" he asked, earnest. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable at all."
Wednesday ignored him as she leaned over the center console and got up in his face, holding his eyes in her furious ones as she reached down and unbuckled his seat belt.
Tyler looked down, confused. "What are you-"
Wednesday leaned over the console fully and made quick work of Tyler's pants button and zipper, furiously ripping them open and pulling out his fully erect cock.
"Fucking hell!" Tyler shouted, but in the next moment Wednesday had his cock engulfed in her mouth, impaling herself on him to the back of her throat. She had no experience, only furious desire, as she moved her head up and down over him quickly, tonguing and sucking whenever she could.
"Oh my god," Tyler whimpered, one of his hands resting on the back of her head while the other went up to grip the grab handle above him for support. Wednesday moaned at the taste of his precum exploding on her tongue as she licked over his sensitive head before taking him back in, sucking hard on half of his cock as she stroked the rest of his drool slicked length in her fist.
"I'm gonna come," he moaned in a near shout, panicked, soon after she had started.
She moaned and kept sucking, her hand on his cock speeding up as she licked across the head engulfed in her mouth.
"Oh fuck," Tyler groaned, slamming his head back against his seat as he slightly raised his hips, hand resting on the back of Wednesday's head but not pressing, just touching as he unraveled.
"Oh my God," he panted as Wednesday pulled off with a visible swallow. She sat upright in her seat and allowed Tyler to put his own softening dick away. She licked her lips with a poorly disguised, satisfied smile before replacing her seatbelt. Putting her hand on the gearshift, Wednesday looked at Tyler like nothing strange had occurred and said, "Seatbelt?" nodding expectantly at his lap. After he fumbled with his own and clicked it into place, Wednesday pulled back onto the road and made a U-turn back towards town.
–
Their next lesson, Tyler seemed different. Distant. Wednesday ignored it, figuring she was making it up in her head. But when they pulled up to Nevermore at the end of the lesson, this time he wasn't reaching across to pull her into a kiss. Instead, he turned to her with a subdued smile. "I think you're ready for the test."
"What?" Wednesday asked, taken aback. "But we've only had four lessons?"
"You were right. You're a quick learner, and you have a lot of natural talent."
She stared at him. Did this mean he didn't like her any more? Had he ever liked her? Or was she reading too much into this? She didn't know, but these thoughts continued to plague her as she made her way to her dorm and into bed that night, as well as for the days following.
–
They decided she would take her exam that next Tuesday. As he was allowing her to use his vehicle for the test, Tyler rode there with her and waited in the DMV for her to be done.
When Wednesday returned, she had a solemn look on her face, making the anxiety ratchet up in his chest. Had he spoken too soon? Was he a bad teacher? But as she reached him, her face broke into a triumphant smirk as she held up the paper that proved she had passed. Tyler couldn't help himself as joy exploded in his chest; he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air, wooping. Wednesday held her body ramrod straight and stiff, her arms pressed to her sides. After a moment, he awkwardly set her back down and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed at his reaction. "Congratulations," he said, looking at her from under his eyelashes.
"Thanks."
As they returned to his car, Tyler offered to buy her dinner at Jericho Diner as a reward for her licensing. It was getting dark out already due to the time of year, but they weren't anywhere near curfew yet.
"Actually," Wednesday said, entering his personal space and making him take an unconscious step back. His back hit the car, and she crowded up against him.
"My driving lessons aren't over," she said.
"What are you talking about? You passed."
"I was thinking," Wednesday said, reaching down to cup his denim-clad cock in her hand, "that you could teach me to drive stick."
"But I don't know how to-" Tyler started before realizing what she meant, his eyes going wide. "Wednesday, are you sure you're ready for that?" his voice softened, despite the small hand squeezing his responsive dick. "We haven't even talked about it. This." He gestured between them.
"Yes, I'm sure," she responded, and he thought her eyes looked like they were sparkling in the streetlights of the darkened, deserted parking lot. "In fact, I think we should start our lessons right now." Wednesday opened the backdoor and looked at him expectantly. "After you."
As reluctant as he had seemed moments prior, the second she was sat astride his lap, her skirt allowing her to grind herself easily against his groin, Tyler was like an animal, his hands mapping her body with fervor and no gentleness in sight. He kept his mouth latched onto hers as he ripped her jacket off of her body, discarding it blindly.
Next, his hands went under her thighs and to her ass, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart. One hand trailed along the edge of her panties before yanking it aside, exposing her sex. His other hand grazed the swollen, exposed flesh before teasing into her hole from behind, easily sinking into her heated, steaming cunt with one digit. Wednesday whimpered, grinding back onto his thick finger as he slid it in and out of her at an agonizingly slow, steady pace, feeling her cushiony warmth.
"Take it out," he breathed into her mouth.
"What?" she asked, eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the new sensation of being finger fucked.
"You said you wanted to learn how to drive stick. Take it out - or do you need me to do it for you?" he asked, curling his finger inside of her and rubbing it along her walls cruelly, ruining what little focus she was clinging to.
She fumbled with the front of his pants, finally removing his hardened length after a bit of difficulty. "You want to make sure to be firm with it, but gentle. The combination is important," he said breathlessly.
She could barely understand the nonsense he was spewing as he continued to play with her pussy. "Please, I just want it inside of me," she moaned, pushing back against his hand.
"I thought you wanted to learn?" he asked with a smirk as she stood up on her knees above him.
"You don't even know how to actually drive stick," Wednesday moaned as she pressed his thick head against her slit, grinding down on it until it found her entrance. As she sunk down onto his cock, both she and Tyler groaned at the way he split her open. They hadn't prepared her nearly enough, the sting bright and prickly, but Wednesday didn't care - she was too turned on to pay much attention to the pain. All she could focus on was relieving the deep aches in her cunt and clit.
She rolled her hips desperately, jerkily moving her too tight cunt over him, fucking herself as best she could with her limited experience. Tyler grabbed her under her thighs and guided her movements - or rather, he lifted her on and off of his cock like she was a rag doll, simultaneously drilling up into her with his cock. Wednesday gripped the back of seat behind his head, holding on as he manipulated her body wildly. She threw her head back, eyes closed and beads of sweat rolling down her forehead and she moved with him, tension building inside of her.
"I'm gonna come," Tyler moaned out, squeezing his eyes shut and hips speeding up below her, cock ramming itself inside of her. Wednesday was close, but she wasn't there yet; she needed something more. Before she could communicate that with him, Tyler was slamming her down onto his lap and burying his face into her chest as he moaned.
When he was done, he panted, "Did you come?"
Wednesday shook her head hurriedly before moaning in relief as Tyler pressed his thumb against her clit, rocking her on his still hard length as he stroked her. Wednesday rolled her hips eagerly, whimpering as she finally crested, clenching around his softening cock.
"I'd say you passed," Tyler panted, nuzzling his sweaty face against her own.