My Best Friend’s Dad Taught Me How To Drive

I was a bit scared and did not understand why Frank had singled me out to be in the same car as he was.

But if I rejected him, it would make it seem like I was hiding something. I actually found this quite exciting.

I went to the car that was not too far away with Frank.

I wondered whether he was doing it on purpose. Frank walked a step slower than me.

I could sense that he was sizing me up.

I even heard him gulp.

His gaze was too intense and remained on me for too long. It felt as though it was touching my body.

I felt my body burning, along with a flicker of panic.

Could Frank have recognized that the desperate girl in the metro was actually me?

If that was true and if I got in the same car with him…

I felt panicky but also eager.

With such complicated feelings in me, I opened the door. I was about to get into the front passenger seat.

“Come here, Belle.” Frank beckoned to me.

I did not know what he was trying to do, but I went to the driver’s seat.

The moment I reached him, Frank dragged me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

“W-What are you doing, Mr. Zelhar?”

I was shocked.

Frank, meanwhile, pressed his body against mine and whispered, “Teaching you how to drive, of course! You’ll learn much faster this way.”

Was I supposed to learn how to drive while sitting in Frank’s lap? This was so embarrassing!

I was wearing barely anything on my lower body, so the moment I sat down, my undergarments immediately touched Frank’s hips.

My face burned red. I wanted to say no, but Frank started the car and started driving.

“Hold the steering wheel tightly, and be careful not to crash into anything.”

He put my hands on the steering wheel so that I could hold it steady.

We were heading to a fake mountain path at the driving school, with weeds lining both sides. If we veered off the road, it could be dangerous.

All I could do was hold onto the steering wheel tightly as I stared ahead.

But I could not ignore what I was feeling around my lower body. As we drove over the rough mountain path, I jolted in his lap and kept bumping against his hips.

Frank thrust his hips forward and almost made me cry out in shock. It felt as though we were really doing something indecent.

While my heart hammered in my chest, I felt Frank move his hands up to a tender part of my body and squeeze.

I trembled violently, and my hands turned limp around the steering wheel.

“Mr. Zelhar, don’t…”

Frank laughed. “Calm down, Belle. This stretch is rough. I didn’t want you getting distracted by all the jolting. I figured I’d help you. You’re very well developed, by the way. It must feel uncomfortable when your chest moves so much.”

In my embarrassment, I grabbed the steering wheel tightly and let Frank squeeze down on my chest. The straps of my shirt slipped down and revealed my undershirt. Frank reached under my shirt to brush against my sensitive skin.

“You lack willpower. Let me help you hone it.”

I felt him pulling down the straps of my undershirt with his fingers. He was about to slip his hands under my undershirt. Meanwhile, his other hand slid further down my wrinkled skirt and slipped into my soaked underwear.