I only need the one sort of ride. (300th Chapter!) (Major Choice)

“We’re NOT going to need those Dawn,” I warn her before accepting a ride from her nonetheless, “but yes a lift would be nice thank you.”

I cancel my Uber before I’m charged a fee for it showing up and follow Dawn away from The Loft to where it is she has parked. After she made up a bogus story about her getting picked up by her mum, I’m actually more paranoid than I would have been about leaving with Dawn anyway. I swivel my head around urgently as we walk just to make absolutely sure no one from work has seen us disappearing together. Thankfully no one is doing a keg stand over the side of the roof at that moment.

Dawn’s car is a typical first car style with which to learn to drive properly in. It’s an early 2000’s Toyota Camry that her parents bought her. Built like a brick to provide plenty of protection just in case she has an accident.

“You ok to drive?” I ask when we get to the silvery-beige vehicle. I remembered seeing her having a beer up on the roof and there is a zero per cent **** limit for P-plate drivers.

“Oh, yeah, sure. There wasn’t actually anything in my bottle,” Dawn says, “little trick I got taught when I first started and patrons want to buy you a drink and you don’t feel like it.” Another impressive little trick Dawn has picked up since starting with us.

Dawn lets me into the car and when she starts it some bubbly current K-pop song comes on her stereo. An old iPhone hooked up to the car to provide Dawn with her music as she drives. Checking her mirrors and bind spots like she was taught, Dawn pulls out from her parking place on the side of the road and starts to make her remembered way back to my apartment.

“One of the security boys try coming onto you on the roof?” I ask, more to make conversation than anything.

Dawn laughs. “Yeah! I used to talk all sort of nonsense to them, trying to lead them on and stuff before you and I did it.” It’s a believable answer on her behalf.

“I think Dermott was checking you out too,” I add.

“Eew! Not with that accent,” Dawn scoffs at the thought before teasing me some more, “although it might be cool to say I’ve slept with all my bosses.”

At the approach to my apartment block, I expect Dawn to pull around back into the parking area that leads to the set of stairs up to my unit but instead continues on down the street for a while.

“Dawn! That was me back there,” I tell her knowing she’s getting up to something.

She eventually stops about 500 meters from my place in front of an abandoned house. She noses the car into the driveway that is overgrown with trees and bushes. “Roo! Don’t be a big grump,” Dawn tells me as she cuts the engine off. “I’ve never done any sort of parking or messing about in cars. Can we please? For a little bit?”

I lament Dawn’s trying after I said nothing was going to happen before leaving The Loft but figure a little bit of a play can’t be too bad.

“Alright but when I say that’s enough, I mean it,” I cave in.

Dawn claps her hands together excitedly and bounces in her seat causing her tits to jostle together appetisingly in her tight work shirt. “Umm, do we stay here or get in the back?” she asks, touching her hand to my thigh as she is unsure what to do.

I wobble my head for a brief second mulling it over before saying we should probably get in the back. It’s easy without a gear stick between us and I’m warming to the idea of being able to get my hands on Dawn a little better. Her eyes flash in excitement at the inclination before she's out of the front seat and into the back before I’ve even unbuckled.

In the back seat of Dawn’s car, I sit so we are facing each other at 45 degrees as we close the distance to each other.

“How do we?” she asks at what the first steps are before I silence her with my hands on her waist and my lips on her mouth.

From there it’s all easy for Dawn as our knees entwine between each other and our bodies press tighter. Her tongue responds eagerly to mine as I resolve to satisfy us both with some French kissing. My hands can resist grabbing at the incredible arse of hers though as I'm soon pulling us harder together. Dawn releasing my mouth to gasp and pant as I start to kiss my way to her neck, sucking on the smooth teenage skin. My hands come to her front and encasing her breasts in my palms. Tits that are much too big for one hand alone each.

Dawn following the flow climbs over into my lap as she pulls her T-shirt off over her head for me as I grab great handfuls of her arse. She presses her tits to my face as we both grind her pelvis to mine. I'm hard and Dawn can feel it as she rubs the front of her pants against my bulge. I pull the straps of her bra down until I am able to suck at each of her nipples. Dawn softly moans as I savour the hard flesh between my teeth.

As I suck her great globes, Dawn reaches between us to rub my cock with her hand. A cock I’m getting more and more **** to rub against her, soon flipping her onto her back as I stretch us out on the back seat and rub the full length of our bodies together. Dawn helps me out of my shirt before she looks up at me with raging desire. I can tell she desperately wants to continue undressing but is leaving it all up to me instead of trying to push the issue.

“Fuck Dawn! Where did you put the condoms?” I ask her. Any intentions of stopping now gone out the heavily steamed and fogged windows.

“In my bag down by the passenger’s seat. Hurry!” she tells me, feeling every bit are needful as I am now.

Squeezing between the two chairs. I grab her bag and lift it up on the seat before I get the box out from amongst her things. I tear the shrink wrap from them and leave them sitting on the centre console in preparation. I return my attention to Dawn by pulling the black pants from her body before getting out of mine too. Her legs are spread completely wide for me and I see the front of her panties sticking to the camel-toe outline of her pussy.

I’ve never eaten Dawn’s pussy before and I simply must have a taste before I do anything else. Her soft hairs are a tickling sensation on my nose as I lean my face to her fanny.

“What are you doing?” she asks me as I hadn’t done this last time.

The answer is soon obvious as I place my lips on hers and lick and suck her pussy as one. Dawn moans deeply as she grabs at my hair, getting her pussy licked for the first time a magical surprise. She is every bit as wet and juicy as I would have expected and the taste is just exquisite. I barely have to lick at her for very long before she cums with a quiver against my face. All sounds coming from her body halting as rolls her hips carelessly in orgasm.

When she can speak, Dawn exclaims, “Oh my fucking God! Did you want me to do that to you?”

I give her a very quick shake of the head; no. “I don’t have time for that. I have to be inside you now!”

Dawn nods her head in agreement at the pull to have my cock inside her body. I wrap up as fast as I can and position myself on the seat between her legs. She stops me before I go in asking, “can I?” as she takes hold of my shaft and positions my head exactly where she wants me between her soaking lips.

Guiding me in with her hand, I fill Dawn with my granite-like cock, her legs and arms hugging me tight to her as we get as close and as intimate as two people can me. Dawn’s teen pussy is as deep and warm as the Mediterranean sea in summer. Her thick juices coat my balls as they press up against her curvy arse. Our matching thatches of hair forming one combined bush in the centre between us that soon becomes slippery and wet as Dawn’s flowing lube is spread around by the rhythmic motions of our bodies.

It’s me that slows things down tonight. Our third time together, I want it to last as long as possible. Dawn doesn’t object as I give her a long and slowly fucking that borders close on making love. We kiss passionately almost the entire time as her tits rub against my chest. Our arms around each other and slower movements not causing them to bounce all over the place this time.

“Oooh it feels so good,” Dawn tells me with deep emotion in her voice after she has cum from my cock a second time.

“Your pussy feels incredible Dawn,” I tell her frankly.

“I love your cock! I love your cock!” Dawn repeats over and over calling me by my real name for once as she lowers all her walls to me in this intimate act.

I feel like I’m less fucking Dawn’s pussy than I’m being stroked by the hand of an angel. I’ve completely forgotten I have a condom on she is that hot, wet and tight. Dawn managing to find one of my buttons as she sticks her tongue in my ear and bites and nibbles on my ear lobe. Moaning straight into my skull as she begs me, “I want to feel you cumming inside me.”

I do just that as I lift my pace barely enough to have me shuddering between the walls of her passage. My cock throbbing over and over from a long, drawn-out and dreamlike build up. Dawn hugs my face to hers, breaths intermingle as I unload all I have to give her for more than a thousand beats of our hearts. Dawn’s pussy matching the pulses of my shaft long after I have been drained of everything, I could possibly give her.

Pulling out, I climb in behind her and hold her sweating body to mine as we cool off and bring our racing pulses back down to normal. I have to reach down by her bum to slip the rubber off and knot it before it falls off and seeps out onto the fabric of her rear seats.

If Dawn was to offer me a lift home again, I’m certain to accept.

On Monday, Aor and I are in the office together going over the final preparations before we receive our first shipment tomorrow. Lawan has sent through the designs she’d been working on over the weekend and we make a final selection based on what she has shown us. The quality of her designs is up there with anything that is on the market today and on an equal design quality with a professional studio. I’m simply going to have to pay her for the incredible work she’s done when I have the business generating a cash flow.

Speaking of cash, I move the close to one hundred thousand I have ready to pay the import excise duties to the business’s transaction account. It’s go time!

The massive container ship with our rum arrived in port overnight and Aor, Dawn and I are down there at 8 o’clock in the morning to receive our container. Yui, on school holidays, made sure she came along to offer emotional support to Aor and me on our big day. I can tell that Aor is a little emotional at everything that has come together so far. The business representing a demarcation point in her life from her cheating ex-husband and a future for her and her son. Yui doing a fabulous job of helping keep Aor’s nerves together and her calm.

The driver of the truck that will transport our container is waiting in his cab in the waiting bays outside the harbour masters office. Ready for the phone that will tell him which one he needs to pick up and take back to our warehouse.

While Yui and Dawn sit in the waiting room, the Harbour-master picks up a clipboard and beckons us to follow him outside into the hectic goings-on of a container ship being unloaded. I flash the waiting truck driver a signal that it's showtime and a cloud of black smoke erupts from the trucks twin exhausts as it roars to life.

Reading from the shipping manifest in front of him, the Harbour-master points at a rusty red coloured container and tells us, “that one over there is yours.”

I nod to the driver who’s seen where to go already. I’ll make the payment back in the office but we are finally set.

The harbour master doesn’t stop talking though, “and that one aannnnddd… that one.” Indicating two more containers.

“What the!” I say stunned. “It should only be one.”

The man double checks and shakes his head, “nope. Three. Says right here.” Tapping the page with his pen. “Payment will be…. Two hundred and eighty thousand. Due immediately.”

“Give me that!” Aor demands, snatching the clip file from him.

There are matching copies written in both Thai and English. Flicking between the pages, Aor confirms, “it’s three alright. What do we do?”

“I don’t have that sort of money for all three!” I admit. I’d budgeted on just the one load arriving, not three.

The Harbour-master hearing this waves frantically for his workers to stop the truck from lifting the container onto the back of his semi. “The entire amount has to be paid or it’s all getting seized,” he says, his greedy and corrupt eyes lighting up at the thought of that much **** falling into his hands.

“One moment,” Aor snaps, “I’m calling the distillery in Thailand.”

Walking away from all the noise of the trucks and heavy equipment, Aor has a very animated conversation in Thai that quickly rises to a very high volume. After a few minutes of shouting, she comes back to me and draws me away by the elbow.

“So, what happened?” I ask, hoping she got to the bottom of this.

“Good news and kind of bad news,” she says stalling.

“Well, which one is it?” I ask.

“Well seeing as you ordered what they thought was such a ridiculous amount of rum, they gave you a very generous wholesale price and kind of sent you three times as much in the process. So, Yay! Two-thirds discount…”

Being discounted to one third the price is amazing for our bottom line but we have to be able to pay the duties before we can start to sell it. “Import duties are based on volume though, which is why the tariffs just triples,” I explain our predicament to Aor.

“I probably have another ten thousand from the divorce,” Aor says offering.

“I have, like 20 G’s from Piya’s **** contracts that she gave me,” I say thinking aloud.

Aor looks at me and raises her eyebrow, “what about Yui?”

“She wouldn’t have that sort of money we need,” I say shaking my head.

“She’s been working at a very prestigious school for several years now, her Dad’s loaded and put it this way; have you ever seen her pay for anything?” Aor says with more than a touch of her famous gossiping.

I have to think for a minute and can’t recall her paying for anything other than a small lunch or dinner here or there. Me, Piya, her parents or someone else has always seemed to pick up the cheques. Still, I don’t feel right asking her if she has almost two hundred thousand to lend me.

“What about Piya?” I suggest. I’ve seen her contracts. I helped negotiate them after all. If anyone might have the money it would be her.

“If you think so,” Aor nods, hope on her face too.

“One sec,” I tell her as I take my turn to walk away and make a phone call. I hope to God Piya picks up.

On the second ring, Piya answers and I’ve never been more relieved to hear her voice. “Hey, Sweetie. I didn’t expect to hear from you until tonight.”

“Hey, darling. I kind of have something massive ask you,” I tell this incredible girl in my life.

“Of course. What is it?” Piya says sweetly.

“You don’t have like two hundred thousand I could borrow, do you?” I say extremely hesitantly.

“Oh, is that all,” Piya laughs, “I thought you wanted something serious like sleeping with Lawan again.” I can’t tell if she’s joking or not.

Who do I go to for finance? Piya or Yui? [This will be the first major choice in the story. The decision made will have far-reaching consequences to come down the line.]

{Author’s Note: Great Googamooga! 300 hundred chapters deep. I can barely believe it. Well, it’s taken a bit over 3 years so I guess lamancha and myself are averaging about 100 chapters a year which still doesn’t seem possible.

I’d love it if you could all drop a like for this chapter. If I could get something crazy like 50 likes for a chapter 300 deep into a story that would be incredible to me. If you haven’t, please follow lamancha and me. I’ve 160 followers on Chyoa so far and would love to bump that up to 200 as a goal.

Feel free to comment on what you think this choice could possibly mean for a possible ending many years into the future at our current rate of output. Yes, I said ending. Scary!!

Dacia xoxo}