The Mechanic’s Apprentice – Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

Changing Gears

I walked through the front door, still feeling the weight of Joe’s words clinging to me. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, landing the job gave me this weird, unfamiliar feeling of accomplishment—not that I’d ever say it out loud.

Mom was in the kitchen, unloading groceries, and the moment she saw me, her face lit up. “Have you looked yet?” she asked, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

“Actually, yeah, I did. And I even got it! Or a trial, anyway. Over at the body shop,” I replied with a shrug, trying to play it off like it was no big deal. I tried to slip away to my room, but she reached out, her hand moving toward my hair in that familiar, motherly gesture she’d been doing since I was a kid.

I jerked back, ducking away. “Mom, stop that,” I muttered, a bit sharper than I’d intended.

She pulled her hand back, smiling a little sadly but not pushing it. “Alright, alright. Guess my boy’s all grown up now. But I’m really proud of you, honey. A body shop is perfect! Your dad already taught you a lot,” she said, stepping back.

“Thanks, Ma. Yeah, he did. I guess…” I huffed, heading toward my room, but she stopped me again, her tone softening. “I’m going to work now. I’ve got the night shift, so I’ll be back in a few hours. Take care, alright?”

I mumbled something under my breath, the standard “yeah, sure” I gave whenever she left for work, but as I walked up the stairs, a grin crept onto my face. With Mom out of the house for the night, my girlfriend and I would have the place to ourselves.

"Gabby, hey babe," I said, opening the door and letting my eyes settle on my girlfriend. "Hi, babe." I took her hand, leading her up to my room. Once there, we got comfortable on my bed, and I threw on some chick flick she likes on Netflix.

I was already feeling worked up, which was kind of surprising considering I’d jerked off just a couple of hours before. I leaned in, kissing Gabby, and she kissed me back, her hand slipping down into my pants. "Freeballing as usual, huh?" she murmured with a smirk.

I grinned. "Yeah, I like the feeling."

I tried to subtly gesture her down, hoping for a little head, but she shook her own different type of head. "Not in the mood."

"You're rarely in the mood for that," I said, half-joking, though a bit disappointed. "But… is it okay if we…?" I looked at her hopefully.

She sighed but gave me a small smile. "Okay. Sure."

I kissed her softly, our bodies pressed together in the dim light of my room. My hands traced the familiar lines of her curves, moving with a certain mix of nerves and excitement. Gently, I removed her panties and started fingering her, feeling her respond as I circled and played with her clit. She moaned, getting wetter as I continued. Then I slid off my own pants and positioned myself over her, guiding my achingly hard dick toward her warm, wet entrance.

“Stop, condom, remember?” she insisted, as usual. I felt a flicker of disappointment, the moment breaking slightly, but I went to the nightstand, pulled one out, tore it open, and rolled it on. I was still rock-hard, a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

As I entered her, I thought I was good—smart to have jerked off a few hours before. But then, right as I went in for my third thrust, the image of the mechanic’s son suddenly popped into my mind.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I gasped. I tried to calm down, but it was too much, too overwhelming. And before I knew it, the condom was filled. I pulled out, a stupid grin on my face. It was over before I’d even really found a rhythm, leaving me blinking up at the ceiling, caught somewhere between embarrassment and disbelief.

She offered me a small smile, brushing it off. “It’s okay,” she murmured, though I could hear a hint of disappointment in her voice. She shifted beside me, not meeting my eyes, and for a second, a sharp sting of self-consciousness settled in my gut.

Desperate to shake it off, I cleared my throat, forcing a smile. “So… I got a job. At Joe’s place. Starting tomorrow.” I tried to sound casual, like it was just an update, but I felt this strange urge for her to be at least a little impressed. As I spoke, I rolled off the condom and tied it up, tossing it aside.

Her response was almost dismissive, just a shrug. “Oh. Cool, I guess.” She didn’t look at me, her voice carrying that detached tone that made it seem like I’d told her something far less important.

Lying there in the silence, I stared up at the ceiling, a hollow feeling settling in my chest. I’d thought this moment would feel different, like it’d bring us closer somehow, but instead, there was this uncomfortable distance.

“So, sorry again,” I mumbled.

She sighed, barely looking at me. “Whatever. It was like two thrusts. I thought you were practicing so you wouldn’t nut so quickly?”

“I was! I even did it a few hours before you got here,” I said, trying to explain. She just slipped her panties back on, expression unreadable.

“Ry, it’s not just that,” she said finally. “This isn’t working.”

I sat up, a knot forming in my stomach. “Come on, babe, I’ll practice more. Don’t worry—I promise!”

But she didn’t look convinced. “Listen, this is just… not working. You and me. You couldn’t even bother to take a shower before? It’s disgusting, really.”

She kept dressing, and I watched her, feeling helpless, the weight of her words sinking in.

I followed her out of my room, completely naked. “Are you breaking up with me?” I tried to stop her, but she steamed on down the stairs. I kept after her, out into the hallway, where she was slipping on her shoes and coat.

“Yes, I met someone new too. Sorry! I wanted to tell you, but you always seem so distant, and I think it’s better if I just go!” She opened the door and stepped outside.

I ran out after her. “Gabriella! What the fuck, you met someone new? Who?” I yelled.

“It doesn’t matter who. I’m done.” She kept walking, not looking back.

I was about to chase after her, but then I noticed a terrified older lady staring, eyes wide. I quickly covered my junk with my hands and figured it was probably best to head back inside before I got arrested for public nudity.