Kim
I knock on the door as a flurry of emotions overwhelm me. Fear, regret, and insecurity. It's been too long since I saw my best friend. Will she forgive me for my bizarre absence? My frantic questions are quieted when I hear the door open slightly and see Lizzy's dad standing behind the threshold, looking more handsome than ever.
"Hey! Lizzy missed you a lot," he says as he opens the door for me. "Don't tell her I said that though. She'll kill me."
"Aw." I frown and immediately feel guilty. "I've been a bad friend. I hope she can forgive me."
"Nonsense. You've been a better friend than half of those people she's invited over. I can tell you really care about her and that means a lot to her."
"Aw. You're so sweet." I feel my cheeks flush uncontrollably. "Thank you."
"Just saying the truth."
I try not to wince too visibly. If only he knew the truth. That I've been brainwashed by a guy who is so controlling and deceiving, he's separated me from my loved ones and isolated me. I blink back tears and thank Mr. O'Keefe before I head inside.
Luckily I am able to erase the regret and sadness from my face before I see Lizzy. She looks gorgeous as always with her mermaid hair and tan skin with freckles on her cheeks. She's wearing a long, flowing green skirt that makes her look like a sprite. When we hug each other tightly, I find myself lingering in the embrace, wanting to tell her the real reason behind my absence.
"Promise me we won't go this long without seeing each other," she says once we let go of each other. "I'm done with fake friends and cheating partners."
"Aw. I'm sorry, Liz. I'll beat up whoever hurt you."
She covers her mouth as a sob escapes her mouth. "That'd be a long list, hon. They're not worth it, anyway."
I can't stand seeing her cry so I hug her again. To my shock, I see her dad staring at us from the kitchen. He's gazing at me intently, and I feel like I should be perturbed by it but instead I'm liking it. As soon as my eyes linger on him for more than a few seconds, though, he looks away. Maybe my make up smeared and that's why he's staring at me?
"You okay, sweetie?" He asks from the kitchen. "Can I get you something?"
Lizzy sniffles and pulls her head up from my neck. "A margarita would be nice."
He laughs. "Later. Okay?"
Lizzy sniffles again. "Okay. Thank you, daddy." She turns to me. "Want to hang out in my room?"
*
I feel like the worst friend as Liz tells me all the issues she's had over the past years. I quickly realize that I haven't been there for her and what makes it worse is knowing that I could have easily been there when she was confused or hurting. Trust is so easy to break, and I can definitely see how it has affected her spirit. Before she was bubbly, charismatic and lively. Now there's shadows underneath her eyes and it's harder for her to smile. Knowing that she's been fucked over by so many people enrages me.
Hours go by but I don't really notice because I'm too busy trying to make my best friend feel better. When there's knock on the door and her dad says that the margaritas are ready, though, both of us jump up from the bed with smirks on our faces.
"You're the best, dad." She kisses him on the cheek. "I hope you're having one, too."
"I'm having a beer myself," he says with a chuckle. "I might have one later on. We'll see."
I try not staring at him too much. I didn't tell Liz about how I accidentally flirted with him. He cleaned up now and even though he's not shirtless, he still looks gorgeous in a simple black t-shirt that has a Jack Daniel's logo.
"Nice shirt," I manage to say with a squeak.
"Thanks," he says as he hands me my mixed drink. "Jack and Coke is my favorite."
"Weird. That's her favorite drink, too," Lizzy says.
Her dad nods and smirks at me. "Good taste. Did you invite her, Liz?"
"The beach house?"
He nods. "Want me to formally invite her?"
A beach house? With the both of them? That sounds like heaven, especially if I get to see...
I quickly stop the images from infiltrating my brain. Which isn't easy since I honestly don't want them to stop. It doesn't help when he's peering at me over the rim of the beer can.
Lizzy nods. "She should come. It can be my graduation gift."
I raise an eyebrow. "Wait. What?"
"Would you like to come with us to the beach house we rented out next week?" He asks as he sets his empty beer can down on the counter.
"Beach house? But I don't have a job. I wouldn't be able to help you guys out."
"Your boyfriend won't mind, right?" She winks. "And don't worry about the money, I got you. You graduated, you deserve a gift."
"And a vacation," he adds.
All I need is five minutes of them trying to convince me to go. Which isn't too hard since I really, really want to go. Now I just need to convince my boyfriend to not stay mad at me over my decision.
Quinn
I know that something's wrong when Kim comes out of the bathroom wiping her eyes and shrouding her face. Maybe it's the paternal instinct clutching hold of me, but I don't like seeing her upset. Five bucks says it's her jealous, immature boyfriend that killed her excitement and is trying to make her feel bad. I only say this because I know; I've had to listen to my daughter's laments about her screwed up relationships. It seems like a lot of young men nowadays just don't know how to treat women decently. This is apparent with Kimmy, too.
I should definitely mind my own business. Kim is an adult, she is way over the legal age at twenty-two. As much as I hate seeing Liz get hurt, I can't control her life. I can't tell her to ignore that guy because he's going go cheat on you and lie to you without even blinking once. Because not only will she feel like I'm lying to her, she'll see me as the enemy. Besides, I've done my fair share of fuck ups. The best thing I can do is promise her that I'll be by her side.
But there's something nagging at me, like a starved dog gnawing at a bone. Why did it feel like there was something going on between Kimmy and me? I've known her for a good ten years so of course I never saw her in an attractive way; she was my daughter's best friend and often times I viewed her as a second daughter. But now that she's a grown woman, she's changed so much. She was always skinny and preferred wearing tomboy clothes, even cutting her hair like a boy's. Now there's no question that she's feminine with her long, raven hair and curvy body. I've been trying my best to keep my eyes above her neck but that's impossible with the way she's looking today with a pair of skinny jeans and a flannel top that accentuates her breasts. I'm such a perv, I find myself wondering what size cup she is as the girls return to the kitchen. I need to stop drinking. It will only make the thoughts worse.
*
Two more days until the vacation begins and I find myself in a predicament. The next day, a Saturday, is hell in the morning thanks to the explicit dream I had of Kimmy. I try my best to not think about it at all, but it's impossible. The dream is just too fucking hot. Lots of moaning. Lots of sweat. Kimmy screaming in pleasure, writhing under me. Even the cold shower I take isn't enough to stave the lustful haze I'm under.
I go through the dream in my head as I fix myself breakfast. I almost pour the entire half gallon of milk into my oatmeal because I am daydreaming of her. The dream was so real, I swear I can still taste her. We were hanging out in the living room, watching a movie, when suddenly she got on her knees and kissed my crotch through my jeans. She looked up at me with those bright green eyes and I couldn't deny my ardent desire for her flickering like a well lit fire at night.
I want you, her eyes whispered to me as she pulled down my zipper and uncovered me. She kissed my hardness gently, making me gasp and involuntarily shiver. The way she was looking at me with those eyes...it was making me ache inside so much, it hurt.
When she made love to me with her mouth...I swear I almost came within five minutes of her sucking me off and moaning around my cock. She was just too good. Her tongue massaged the head while her hand deftly stroked the base. The loud sucking noises she made threatened to send me over the edge.
I was shaking by the time I undressed her and kissed her mouth deeply and passionately. When I licked her neck she arched her back and grazed her bare pussy against my cock. 'Fuck me' she pleaded. 'Please fuck me'.
*
I try to distract myself for the entire weekend. I clean the house like I'm a goddamn maid and even Lizzy notices that something's off because she's peering at me oddly as I sweep the floor for the second time on Sunday.
"Are you feeling well?" She asks me. "You never struck me as the neat freak type. Is there something I need to know?"
Her words hit too close to home. If only she knew what's been going on thru my mind yesterday and today. She would call me a creep, slap me, and not speak to me for a good month. Justly so.
"Nah. Just bored. Did you pack yet?"
"My bag's all ready to go," she says excitedly. "We're waking up at eight tomorrow, right?"
I gulp as I think of seeing Kimmy again, especially after my dream. Maybe if I keep away from her, the rampant thoughts and inappropriate desires will cease. One can hope, right?
*
"There's a problem."
This is the last thing anyone wants to hear on the day of one's departure to a full week of vacation. At first I think she's going to say that she has a court date scheduled for today and that's why she can't go with me, but when she starts fiddling with her phone, I get the feeling that it's something else.
"What's wrong?"
Lizzy scrunches her nose. "Kim says that she's backing out of the vacation."
"Wait. What?"
"I know. Everything was okay as of last night but now she's saying that she can't make it."
Suddenly there's a call coming in on her phone. She picks it up without hesitation and for a long minute there's a tense silence before Lizzy starts to speak.
"That's okay," she says. "We'll pick you up wherever you are, Kimmy."
She looks at me for confirmation and I nod.
Kim
I can't believe I'm being such a drama queen. But I really feel shitty and I need to be away from that dickhead Kyle before I say or do something that I regret. Like telling him that he's an asshole fir making me feel like complete shit for no reason.
According to him, though, there is plenty of reason for him to be furious at me. The biggest reason? That I decided to go on this trip without his confirmation. I should have asked him if it was okay. Even now I'm shaking as I remember how he called me a selfish bitch for the entire weekend. Every time I tried to get close to him he'd push me away, both physically and emotionally. We'd be in the same room, sitting on the couch and we wouldn't say a single word to each other.
By the time I see a shiny blue Honda Accord pull up in front of the bus stop that's three blocks away from Kyle's apartment, I feel the sadness subside. Until I hear my phone go off and I see that it's Kyle.
"What do you want?" I ask briskly.
"If you go on this vacation, we're over."
My throat closes up. Tears fill up my vision. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, even though I don't like the way it's making me feel. We've been going out for a year. The first six months were picture perfect, with him spoiling me out of his free will and pampering me with kisses and snuggles. He made me feel so loved and cherished. But it wasn't perfect. He's an awfully selfish lover. He never really cared for me sexually, ever since the beginning. There was only one time he made me come, but that was only when I was pleasuring myself while he was behind me.
I'm feeling like a royal bitch so I take a deep breath before I say, "You're a lousy lay anyway. Bye."
The relief I feel is instant. I hang up the call and put the phone on silent. If he calls me, then I won't be tempted to answer it. The moment I see Lizzy, I feel a burst of happiness pulse within me. When I see Mr. O'Keefe in his aviator sunglasses, I get an additional shot of adrenaline. He looks like he could be on the cover of Men's Magazine , he's so gorgeous. How old is he again?
"Kimmy!" She wraps her arms around me the moment she sees me. "Do you want to get into the backseat? Or do you want to be copilot? I'm a horrible copilot. I give out horrid directions."
I glance at Mr. O'Keefe but he's busy looking at a print out of a map. Sitting next to him sounds thrilling, as dumb as that sounds. Even though he doesn't think of me that way, I'd love to help him out with directions, right?
*
An hour later Lizzy is snoring lightly in the backseat while I stare at her through the rearview mirror. The rock station is playing through the stereo and a lot of the songs remind me of Kyle. He's a big fan of rock bands like Shinedown and Three Days Grace. I try to hide my disdain over the selection of songs but apparently it's failing because Mr. O'Keefe keeps glancing at me as we drive straight on the highway.
"Don't like the tunes?" he asks. "I can change the station."
I frown. "It's okay. I just don't like the memories associated with some of these bands. I'm more of a classic rock girl."
"Really?"
He seems genuinely impressed. Maybe he thinks I'm joking around?
"Mhm," I say as I nod. "I like Deep Purple and Heart, to name a few. Then I like a lot of eighties music like Prince and Def Leppard."
"You have great taste in music. Especially for someone so young."
"Thanks." I feel myself blush. "What about you?"
He keeps his gaze on the road as he changes the station. "Pretty much the same stuff you just mentioned. Maybe you can brainwash Liz into liking some of it."
I laugh. "That'd be hard. She loves her contemporary pop."
I swear I can see him roll his eyes, but it's hard to tell behind the sunglasses. I glance at my phone to check the time and am pleased to see that we only have two hours to go before we arrive at the beach house at Vineland Beach in New Jersey. I just can't wait to dig my toes into the warm sand and hopefully get a nice tan. I get to catch up with Liz, too and possibly flirt with cute guys. Anticipation rushes through me.
*
The beach house is so beautiful and we're lucky enough to get the top floor that has the deck. Since the house is two blocks away from the beach we get to see the ocean pretty well from our vantage point. I'm pretty quick in unpacking my luggage but Elizabeth is another story. I feel so bad for her dad who pretty much has to carry all of the heavy bags and suitcases filled with clothes.
"You do realize that we're only staying for a week, right?" he asks as he plops the bags down in her room. "Not a month. A week."
Liz rolls her eyes. "You just don't get it, dad. Clothes get dirty at the beach. Sand gets on your shorts and shirts. You need at least two pairs of clothes for each day, if not more for emergencies."
I try my best to not laugh out loud but it's hard. I focus on unpacking my stuff as Elizabeth and her dad argue over who's the more stubborn one. It's kind of adorable. It makes me wish that I had that sort of relationship with my dad. Instead he's out drinking and spending all his hard earned money on gambling. Yup, I have a real father figure.
"Kimmy! Come downstairs!"
Lizzy's voice beckons me downstairs, where I see her producing a concoction out of orange juice and vodka. I look at her oddly as she shoves the mixed drink toward my direction.
"Here, drink," she says cheerfully. "We have to get a buzz before we head out later."
"We're going out later?" I ask in surprise. "This is news to me."
"To the club. They got a really nice one out here. It's gay so everyone's cool and down to earth."
"Awesome."
I smile as I remember how open minded her dad is. When she nervously came out to him last year, he wasn't the least bit surprised. Even though he took her seriously, he just smiled and said he always knew that she was bisexual. He reassured her that it wasn't going to change the way he saw and loved her. His reaction was so perfect, it made her cry.
She tilts her head. "You don't want to go, do you?"
"Maybe." I yawn and stretch my arms. "I'm ugly, though. What will I wear?"
"Um, excuse you!" she says angrily. "Take that back."
I sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling very well right now."
"We're having drinks this early?"
Quinn is such a nice name and it really suits him. I don't know why I think of this as I stare at him. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them away in his pocket. His face is so perfect, does he have any idea of how beautiful he is? I know I sound so shallow but I can't help it. I grab the mixed drink from Elizabeth and take a hurried sip. It reminds me of a tropical island far away from drama and bullshit.
"This tastes really good," I say.
Lizzy smiles triumphantly. "See? It's not too early. Now it's time for the beach."
Quinn
It's so hard to not stare at Kim at the beach. Luckily my shades protect me from where my gaze is set at, but sometimes I swear we lock stares. She looks like a mermaid with her long, wavy hair and smooth, tan skin. I bet she smells so good. But I don't want to be a creep and sniff her. That would definitely set the wrong mood. So I do my best to ignore her sexy legs and hearty laugh. I try to check out other women. But I keep falling back to Elizabeth. She has the same music tastes as me. That's impossible to find nowadays. I wonder if I would have a chance with her if I were younger? If only. I highly doubt she'd want to date an old geezer like me.
The beach is wonderful until a storm rolls in, threatening to blow us away with its high winds and ominous, black clouds. We barely make it to the beach house as the rain begins its unrelenting downfall. The raindrops sound like bullets against the roof, but it's soothing. It quickly becomes apparent that Kimmy thinks the same, too. She's already nestling herself in the corner of a couch, nursing a teacup. My daughter, on the other hand, is restless as she stretches out on the sofa and groans.
"I can't believe it's raining!" she exclaims in annoyance. "We're going to be cooped up here all day." She pouts and crosses her arms.
"Maybe it will stop," Kim says before she blows on the hot liquid. "It can't rain forever."
I'm curious as to how the weather is going to turn out so I look at my smartphone and am disappointed to see that it's supposed to be cloudy almost all week. When I look up, I see Kim staring at me before she quickly looks away. This is going to be a very long week if we're stuck inside because of the rain.
"What are we having for dinner?" Elizabeth asks as she pats her belly. "I'm getting hungry."
"Maybe some salad?" Kim asks with a hopeful tone. "I don't think I can do a big meal. Unless you guys are in the mood for it."
"Ooh! Make your bean salad, dad!" Liz asks excitedly. "It's healthy and scrumptious."
I laugh. "That sounds good. Sounds like a plan."
*
After dinner it quickly becomes apparent that the girls want to drink but it's still pouring heavily outside. Luckily I brought a mixer and a full bottle of tequila for the week but now I'm starting to doubt that it's going to last us all week. I'm putting away dishes when I hear laughter from the girls' shared room. The door is slightly ajar but I've been doing my best to ignore their conversation. But suddenly they've gotten really loud.
"Your dad is so hot," Kim's voice filters through the slightly cracked door. "There, I said it."
My hand freezes midway as a cup almost falls from my grasp. Did I just hear her correctly? She thinks that I'm hot? Maybe I misheard her. But then Liz starts to laugh uncontrollably.
"Shh, he's out there. He might hear you. And yeah, he's handsome, but he's my dad! That's kind of weird, Kim."
I knock on the door as a flurry of emotions overwhelm me. Fear, regret, and insecurity. It's been too long since I saw my best friend. Will she forgive me for my bizarre absence? My frantic questions are quieted when I hear the door open slightly and see Lizzy's dad standing behind the threshold, looking more handsome than ever.
"Hey! Lizzy missed you a lot," he says as he opens the door for me. "Don't tell her I said that though. She'll kill me."
"Aw." I frown and immediately feel guilty. "I've been a bad friend. I hope she can forgive me."
"Nonsense. You've been a better friend than half of those people she's invited over. I can tell you really care about her and that means a lot to her."
"Aw. You're so sweet." I feel my cheeks flush uncontrollably. "Thank you."
"Just saying the truth."
I try not to wince too visibly. If only he knew the truth. That I've been brainwashed by a guy who is so controlling and deceiving, he's separated me from my loved ones and isolated me. I blink back tears and thank Mr. O'Keefe before I head inside.
Luckily I am able to erase the regret and sadness from my face before I see Lizzy. She looks gorgeous as always with her mermaid hair and tan skin with freckles on her cheeks. She's wearing a long, flowing green skirt that makes her look like a sprite. When we hug each other tightly, I find myself lingering in the embrace, wanting to tell her the real reason behind my absence.
"Promise me we won't go this long without seeing each other," she says once we let go of each other. "I'm done with fake friends and cheating partners."
"Aw. I'm sorry, Liz. I'll beat up whoever hurt you."
She covers her mouth as a sob escapes her mouth. "That'd be a long list, hon. They're not worth it, anyway."
I can't stand seeing her cry so I hug her again. To my shock, I see her dad staring at us from the kitchen. He's gazing at me intently, and I feel like I should be perturbed by it but instead I'm liking it. As soon as my eyes linger on him for more than a few seconds, though, he looks away. Maybe my make up smeared and that's why he's staring at me?
"You okay, sweetie?" He asks from the kitchen. "Can I get you something?"
Lizzy sniffles and pulls her head up from my neck. "A margarita would be nice."
He laughs. "Later. Okay?"
Lizzy sniffles again. "Okay. Thank you, daddy." She turns to me. "Want to hang out in my room?"
*
I feel like the worst friend as Liz tells me all the issues she's had over the past years. I quickly realize that I haven't been there for her and what makes it worse is knowing that I could have easily been there when she was confused or hurting. Trust is so easy to break, and I can definitely see how it has affected her spirit. Before she was bubbly, charismatic and lively. Now there's shadows underneath her eyes and it's harder for her to smile. Knowing that she's been fucked over by so many people enrages me.
Hours go by but I don't really notice because I'm too busy trying to make my best friend feel better. When there's knock on the door and her dad says that the margaritas are ready, though, both of us jump up from the bed with smirks on our faces.
"You're the best, dad." She kisses him on the cheek. "I hope you're having one, too."
"I'm having a beer myself," he says with a chuckle. "I might have one later on. We'll see."
I try not staring at him too much. I didn't tell Liz about how I accidentally flirted with him. He cleaned up now and even though he's not shirtless, he still looks gorgeous in a simple black t-shirt that has a Jack Daniel's logo.
"Nice shirt," I manage to say with a squeak.
"Thanks," he says as he hands me my mixed drink. "Jack and Coke is my favorite."
"Weird. That's her favorite drink, too," Lizzy says.
Her dad nods and smirks at me. "Good taste. Did you invite her, Liz?"
"The beach house?"
He nods. "Want me to formally invite her?"
A beach house? With the both of them? That sounds like heaven, especially if I get to see...
I quickly stop the images from infiltrating my brain. Which isn't easy since I honestly don't want them to stop. It doesn't help when he's peering at me over the rim of the beer can.
Lizzy nods. "She should come. It can be my graduation gift."
I raise an eyebrow. "Wait. What?"
"Would you like to come with us to the beach house we rented out next week?" He asks as he sets his empty beer can down on the counter.
"Beach house? But I don't have a job. I wouldn't be able to help you guys out."
"Your boyfriend won't mind, right?" She winks. "And don't worry about the money, I got you. You graduated, you deserve a gift."
"And a vacation," he adds.
All I need is five minutes of them trying to convince me to go. Which isn't too hard since I really, really want to go. Now I just need to convince my boyfriend to not stay mad at me over my decision.
Quinn
I know that something's wrong when Kim comes out of the bathroom wiping her eyes and shrouding her face. Maybe it's the paternal instinct clutching hold of me, but I don't like seeing her upset. Five bucks says it's her jealous, immature boyfriend that killed her excitement and is trying to make her feel bad. I only say this because I know; I've had to listen to my daughter's laments about her screwed up relationships. It seems like a lot of young men nowadays just don't know how to treat women decently. This is apparent with Kimmy, too.
I should definitely mind my own business. Kim is an adult, she is way over the legal age at twenty-two. As much as I hate seeing Liz get hurt, I can't control her life. I can't tell her to ignore that guy because he's going go cheat on you and lie to you without even blinking once. Because not only will she feel like I'm lying to her, she'll see me as the enemy. Besides, I've done my fair share of fuck ups. The best thing I can do is promise her that I'll be by her side.
But there's something nagging at me, like a starved dog gnawing at a bone. Why did it feel like there was something going on between Kimmy and me? I've known her for a good ten years so of course I never saw her in an attractive way; she was my daughter's best friend and often times I viewed her as a second daughter. But now that she's a grown woman, she's changed so much. She was always skinny and preferred wearing tomboy clothes, even cutting her hair like a boy's. Now there's no question that she's feminine with her long, raven hair and curvy body. I've been trying my best to keep my eyes above her neck but that's impossible with the way she's looking today with a pair of skinny jeans and a flannel top that accentuates her breasts. I'm such a perv, I find myself wondering what size cup she is as the girls return to the kitchen. I need to stop drinking. It will only make the thoughts worse.
*
Two more days until the vacation begins and I find myself in a predicament. The next day, a Saturday, is hell in the morning thanks to the explicit dream I had of Kimmy. I try my best to not think about it at all, but it's impossible. The dream is just too fucking hot. Lots of moaning. Lots of sweat. Kimmy screaming in pleasure, writhing under me. Even the cold shower I take isn't enough to stave the lustful haze I'm under.
I go through the dream in my head as I fix myself breakfast. I almost pour the entire half gallon of milk into my oatmeal because I am daydreaming of her. The dream was so real, I swear I can still taste her. We were hanging out in the living room, watching a movie, when suddenly she got on her knees and kissed my crotch through my jeans. She looked up at me with those bright green eyes and I couldn't deny my ardent desire for her flickering like a well lit fire at night.
I want you, her eyes whispered to me as she pulled down my zipper and uncovered me. She kissed my hardness gently, making me gasp and involuntarily shiver. The way she was looking at me with those eyes...it was making me ache inside so much, it hurt.
When she made love to me with her mouth...I swear I almost came within five minutes of her sucking me off and moaning around my cock. She was just too good. Her tongue massaged the head while her hand deftly stroked the base. The loud sucking noises she made threatened to send me over the edge.
I was shaking by the time I undressed her and kissed her mouth deeply and passionately. When I licked her neck she arched her back and grazed her bare pussy against my cock. 'Fuck me' she pleaded. 'Please fuck me'.
*
I try to distract myself for the entire weekend. I clean the house like I'm a goddamn maid and even Lizzy notices that something's off because she's peering at me oddly as I sweep the floor for the second time on Sunday.
"Are you feeling well?" She asks me. "You never struck me as the neat freak type. Is there something I need to know?"
Her words hit too close to home. If only she knew what's been going on thru my mind yesterday and today. She would call me a creep, slap me, and not speak to me for a good month. Justly so.
"Nah. Just bored. Did you pack yet?"
"My bag's all ready to go," she says excitedly. "We're waking up at eight tomorrow, right?"
I gulp as I think of seeing Kimmy again, especially after my dream. Maybe if I keep away from her, the rampant thoughts and inappropriate desires will cease. One can hope, right?
*
"There's a problem."
This is the last thing anyone wants to hear on the day of one's departure to a full week of vacation. At first I think she's going to say that she has a court date scheduled for today and that's why she can't go with me, but when she starts fiddling with her phone, I get the feeling that it's something else.
"What's wrong?"
Lizzy scrunches her nose. "Kim says that she's backing out of the vacation."
"Wait. What?"
"I know. Everything was okay as of last night but now she's saying that she can't make it."
Suddenly there's a call coming in on her phone. She picks it up without hesitation and for a long minute there's a tense silence before Lizzy starts to speak.
"That's okay," she says. "We'll pick you up wherever you are, Kimmy."
She looks at me for confirmation and I nod.
Kim
I can't believe I'm being such a drama queen. But I really feel shitty and I need to be away from that dickhead Kyle before I say or do something that I regret. Like telling him that he's an asshole fir making me feel like complete shit for no reason.
According to him, though, there is plenty of reason for him to be furious at me. The biggest reason? That I decided to go on this trip without his confirmation. I should have asked him if it was okay. Even now I'm shaking as I remember how he called me a selfish bitch for the entire weekend. Every time I tried to get close to him he'd push me away, both physically and emotionally. We'd be in the same room, sitting on the couch and we wouldn't say a single word to each other.
By the time I see a shiny blue Honda Accord pull up in front of the bus stop that's three blocks away from Kyle's apartment, I feel the sadness subside. Until I hear my phone go off and I see that it's Kyle.
"What do you want?" I ask briskly.
"If you go on this vacation, we're over."
My throat closes up. Tears fill up my vision. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, even though I don't like the way it's making me feel. We've been going out for a year. The first six months were picture perfect, with him spoiling me out of his free will and pampering me with kisses and snuggles. He made me feel so loved and cherished. But it wasn't perfect. He's an awfully selfish lover. He never really cared for me sexually, ever since the beginning. There was only one time he made me come, but that was only when I was pleasuring myself while he was behind me.
I'm feeling like a royal bitch so I take a deep breath before I say, "You're a lousy lay anyway. Bye."
The relief I feel is instant. I hang up the call and put the phone on silent. If he calls me, then I won't be tempted to answer it. The moment I see Lizzy, I feel a burst of happiness pulse within me. When I see Mr. O'Keefe in his aviator sunglasses, I get an additional shot of adrenaline. He looks like he could be on the cover of Men's Magazine , he's so gorgeous. How old is he again?
"Kimmy!" She wraps her arms around me the moment she sees me. "Do you want to get into the backseat? Or do you want to be copilot? I'm a horrible copilot. I give out horrid directions."
I glance at Mr. O'Keefe but he's busy looking at a print out of a map. Sitting next to him sounds thrilling, as dumb as that sounds. Even though he doesn't think of me that way, I'd love to help him out with directions, right?
*
An hour later Lizzy is snoring lightly in the backseat while I stare at her through the rearview mirror. The rock station is playing through the stereo and a lot of the songs remind me of Kyle. He's a big fan of rock bands like Shinedown and Three Days Grace. I try to hide my disdain over the selection of songs but apparently it's failing because Mr. O'Keefe keeps glancing at me as we drive straight on the highway.
"Don't like the tunes?" he asks. "I can change the station."
I frown. "It's okay. I just don't like the memories associated with some of these bands. I'm more of a classic rock girl."
"Really?"
He seems genuinely impressed. Maybe he thinks I'm joking around?
"Mhm," I say as I nod. "I like Deep Purple and Heart, to name a few. Then I like a lot of eighties music like Prince and Def Leppard."
"You have great taste in music. Especially for someone so young."
"Thanks." I feel myself blush. "What about you?"
He keeps his gaze on the road as he changes the station. "Pretty much the same stuff you just mentioned. Maybe you can brainwash Liz into liking some of it."
I laugh. "That'd be hard. She loves her contemporary pop."
I swear I can see him roll his eyes, but it's hard to tell behind the sunglasses. I glance at my phone to check the time and am pleased to see that we only have two hours to go before we arrive at the beach house at Vineland Beach in New Jersey. I just can't wait to dig my toes into the warm sand and hopefully get a nice tan. I get to catch up with Liz, too and possibly flirt with cute guys. Anticipation rushes through me.
*
The beach house is so beautiful and we're lucky enough to get the top floor that has the deck. Since the house is two blocks away from the beach we get to see the ocean pretty well from our vantage point. I'm pretty quick in unpacking my luggage but Elizabeth is another story. I feel so bad for her dad who pretty much has to carry all of the heavy bags and suitcases filled with clothes.
"You do realize that we're only staying for a week, right?" he asks as he plops the bags down in her room. "Not a month. A week."
Liz rolls her eyes. "You just don't get it, dad. Clothes get dirty at the beach. Sand gets on your shorts and shirts. You need at least two pairs of clothes for each day, if not more for emergencies."
I try my best to not laugh out loud but it's hard. I focus on unpacking my stuff as Elizabeth and her dad argue over who's the more stubborn one. It's kind of adorable. It makes me wish that I had that sort of relationship with my dad. Instead he's out drinking and spending all his hard earned money on gambling. Yup, I have a real father figure.
"Kimmy! Come downstairs!"
Lizzy's voice beckons me downstairs, where I see her producing a concoction out of orange juice and vodka. I look at her oddly as she shoves the mixed drink toward my direction.
"Here, drink," she says cheerfully. "We have to get a buzz before we head out later."
"We're going out later?" I ask in surprise. "This is news to me."
"To the club. They got a really nice one out here. It's gay so everyone's cool and down to earth."
"Awesome."
I smile as I remember how open minded her dad is. When she nervously came out to him last year, he wasn't the least bit surprised. Even though he took her seriously, he just smiled and said he always knew that she was bisexual. He reassured her that it wasn't going to change the way he saw and loved her. His reaction was so perfect, it made her cry.
She tilts her head. "You don't want to go, do you?"
"Maybe." I yawn and stretch my arms. "I'm ugly, though. What will I wear?"
"Um, excuse you!" she says angrily. "Take that back."
I sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling very well right now."
"We're having drinks this early?"
Quinn is such a nice name and it really suits him. I don't know why I think of this as I stare at him. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them away in his pocket. His face is so perfect, does he have any idea of how beautiful he is? I know I sound so shallow but I can't help it. I grab the mixed drink from Elizabeth and take a hurried sip. It reminds me of a tropical island far away from drama and bullshit.
"This tastes really good," I say.
Lizzy smiles triumphantly. "See? It's not too early. Now it's time for the beach."
Quinn
It's so hard to not stare at Kim at the beach. Luckily my shades protect me from where my gaze is set at, but sometimes I swear we lock stares. She looks like a mermaid with her long, wavy hair and smooth, tan skin. I bet she smells so good. But I don't want to be a creep and sniff her. That would definitely set the wrong mood. So I do my best to ignore her sexy legs and hearty laugh. I try to check out other women. But I keep falling back to Elizabeth. She has the same music tastes as me. That's impossible to find nowadays. I wonder if I would have a chance with her if I were younger? If only. I highly doubt she'd want to date an old geezer like me.
The beach is wonderful until a storm rolls in, threatening to blow us away with its high winds and ominous, black clouds. We barely make it to the beach house as the rain begins its unrelenting downfall. The raindrops sound like bullets against the roof, but it's soothing. It quickly becomes apparent that Kimmy thinks the same, too. She's already nestling herself in the corner of a couch, nursing a teacup. My daughter, on the other hand, is restless as she stretches out on the sofa and groans.
"I can't believe it's raining!" she exclaims in annoyance. "We're going to be cooped up here all day." She pouts and crosses her arms.
"Maybe it will stop," Kim says before she blows on the hot liquid. "It can't rain forever."
I'm curious as to how the weather is going to turn out so I look at my smartphone and am disappointed to see that it's supposed to be cloudy almost all week. When I look up, I see Kim staring at me before she quickly looks away. This is going to be a very long week if we're stuck inside because of the rain.
"What are we having for dinner?" Elizabeth asks as she pats her belly. "I'm getting hungry."
"Maybe some salad?" Kim asks with a hopeful tone. "I don't think I can do a big meal. Unless you guys are in the mood for it."
"Ooh! Make your bean salad, dad!" Liz asks excitedly. "It's healthy and scrumptious."
I laugh. "That sounds good. Sounds like a plan."
*
After dinner it quickly becomes apparent that the girls want to drink but it's still pouring heavily outside. Luckily I brought a mixer and a full bottle of tequila for the week but now I'm starting to doubt that it's going to last us all week. I'm putting away dishes when I hear laughter from the girls' shared room. The door is slightly ajar but I've been doing my best to ignore their conversation. But suddenly they've gotten really loud.
"Your dad is so hot," Kim's voice filters through the slightly cracked door. "There, I said it."
My hand freezes midway as a cup almost falls from my grasp. Did I just hear her correctly? She thinks that I'm hot? Maybe I misheard her. But then Liz starts to laugh uncontrollably.
"Shh, he's out there. He might hear you. And yeah, he's handsome, but he's my dad! That's kind of weird, Kim."
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"Oops."
I need to distract myself before I make a wreck. After I place the cup away in the cupboard, I put on a radio on my smartphone. "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult starts playing, distracting me for the moment. Until Liz pops up next to me and motions me toward her.
"If Kim asks you for more drinks, tell her no," she whispers lowly in my ear. "I have a feeling she's hiding something and drinking isn't going to help the situation."
I don't like the sound of this, but I have no other option but to nod. After all the dishes are washed and dried, I'm about to go into my bedroom when I see the door open further and see Kim changing in front of the mirror. She's changing her top and to my shock she is braless. I quickly look away but I can't erase the image of her large, luscious breasts out of my mind. I stifle a groan and curse when I feel my erection rubbing against my pants with every step. I feel horrible for having witnessed that but it was an accident. Still. Conflicting emotions ravage me. Lust. Confusion. Excitement. Her nipples were so taught and perky, how would they feel against my tongue? How would she react to my mouth suckling her hard nipple as I caressed her velvet warmth with my finger? Just the thought is driving me insane. I haven't been this horny in a very long time. I'm considering watching a porno and jerking off my frustration but then I remember that I don't have my laptop. I do have my phone, though. After a moment of consideration, though, I change my mind. It just doesn't feel the same way anymore. Touching myself only makes it worse. So I just lay there and try to take a nap. Fifteen minutes later when I'm dozing off, I hear a knock on my door.
"Coming," I murmur as I walk toward the door.
"Hey," Kim says as she looks at me drowsily. "Liz is going to the corner store. Do you want something?"
You, I want to say out loud. I drink in her petite figure and quickly realize that she dressed up. She has on a strapless purple tank top and a black skirt and her hair is down in loose, relaxed waves.
"You look pretty," I blurt out.
"Oh, thank you," she says breathlessly as she blushes. "You're too sweet."
"Nah, I don't want anything." My gaze flickers to her breasts. "Are you girls going out somewhere?"
"Well, I thought we were...but I don't know. We don't want to leave you alone."
I smirk. "Don't worry about me. You girls are young. Have fun. You deserve it."
She smiles coyly. "Maybe you can come out with us."
I grind my teeth. I know that it's bad for me and the sound is horrible, but luckily she doesn't seem to hear it. Maybe she'll meet a guy out there who will replace me. I'm just a silly crush, a one-time infatuation.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
*
The girls leave around eleven to a bar down the street and I make it clear to them that if they need a ride to not hesitate to call me. I'm watching a replay of a soccer match between USA and Mexico when I get a text message. I expect it to be from Liz until I see the unrecognized number.
I love that you were watching me ;)
Every nerve in my body is paralyzed. I stare at the cell phone in complete horror as I slowly accept the truth: Kim saw me watching her. And she liked it. Unless this is a cruel joke and it's someone else's number. I can't stand the anticipation of not knowing so I quickly text her back.
Is this Kimberly?
My hands are shaking and my heart is racing. It's pathetic, the way I'm feeling about a silly phone conversation, but this could end up hurting me in the end. What if Elizabeth finds out that there's something going on between us?
Yup it's her :p I am so bored here. Come save me.
I'm about to answer her request when I get another text from her.
Liz is flirting with this guy and I don't want to kill her mood. I want to leave but I don't want to leave her alone.
I know what it's like to be somewhere you don't want to be. It really sucks. Not only are you bored out of your mind, but you're also extremely uncomfortable. It's just not worth it.
Okay, I'm going. What's the name of the bar?
I might regret this tomorrow but for now I'm having fun. I think I've had five drinks? Maybe less than that. Hopefully not more, though. Lizzy is having a lot of fun chatting with this cute guy who's obviously into her. He seems like a cool dude. He's tanner than me and has intoxicating brown eyes. There was a guy who was trying to talk to me earlier but he looked younger than me and honestly, right now I can't deal with young people. That sounds mean and stupid but honestly, it's how I feel. Which is why I'm so happy to see Quinn when he arrives at the bar.
"There you are!" I say excitedly as he approaches me with a smile. "Thanks for coming! As you can see, it's just me and the bartender right now."
They both exchange a smirk as I nurse my pina colada. It's so delicious and smooth, I can't believe there's liquor in here. Well, there has to be if I'm getting this happy and flirty all of a sudden. Quinn sits down next to me and I stare at his strong, lean arms. How would those arms feel against me as he pins me down to the bed with his gorgeous body? I cross my legs, wanting the insistent heat to melt away.
"Thanks for inviting me," he says as he browses the crowd. "Looks like it's a busy night here."
"Yeah." I sip my drink and look over at Liz. "At least Lizzy is having fun. She deserves it. She's had a rough time lately."
"So do you."
I want to talk to him about how he saw me changing in the bedroom, but I keep quiet. I don't want to do it here, where people can hear us. So I set my drink down, grab his hand and pull him toward the back entrance. Thankfully there is no one out here and there's a light that illuminates the small alleyway.
"What's up?" he asks playfully.
My hand lingers on his wrist even though I feel my chest constrict and my legs turn into silly putty. His skin feels so good, so right. Kyle has been texting me all night but all I can think about is Quinn. He's looking at me patiently and it's taking every ounce of patience within me to not plaster myself against him and kiss him.
"I saw you looking," I whisper as my fingers grip his wrist a little tighter. "It's okay. Did you like what you saw?"
His face darkens and I know I've said something wrong. I immediately regret asking him that so I retract my hand from him and stare at the paved ground instead.
"Nevermind," I hastily say. "Forget I said anything. I'm sorry."
I walk away before I make more of a fool of myself.
*
I walk back to the beach house feeling so ashamed of myself. Why the hell would he confess to liking what he saw? Maybe he didn't even like what he saw. Maybe he was disgusted. I'm such a fucking dumb ass. In a moment of weakness I find myself texting Kyle back, but it's not a very nice text.
I don't believe that this time will be different. That's what you always say.
I collapse on the bed. A mere minute later I hear the door open and a shuffle of feet before the bed dips and someone sits down next to me.
"Hey," a soft, masculine voice whispers to me. "I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intention."
I open my eyes and look up to see him gazing at me with a genuine concerned expression. It's been so long since Kyle looked at me that way. The past several months have been filled with empty stares and annoyed glances. Not to mention an acrid distance that I can taste in my mouth. I can feel Quinn's affection radiating from his body and I'm definitely responding to it. What I'm also responding to? His sexy, crisp, clean scent.
"You smell good," I say as I sit up. "Really good."
"Thanks."
His voice is firm and unwavering, unlike before. He's looking at me more steadily now and it's making my skin feel like it's on fire. I've never wanted someone this badly before. Of course I've had crushes and people I've fooled around with, but we seem to have an attraction that is so magnetic, I can feel it in my bones. I'm so close to him that I can see his long eyelashes, his warm bright green eyes and the few freckles that he has on his cheeks. Time seems to slow down as I lift my hand and caress his cheek.
"You are so handsome," I whisper. "I can't take it."
Any minute now Elizabeth is going to open the door and come barging inside, demanding an explanation. Just one look at us and it's obvious that something is going on. There has to be. Why else would we be staring at each other like this without saying a single word? He gently grabs my hand and kisses the top part. I gasp as his lips graze my skin, making my nipples harden in ardent desire.
"You're beautiful and young," he finally says. "You can have whoever you want."
I want you, though! The words almost escape my lips. I don't want just any stupid guy. A guy who won't care like you do. I can only imagine how he is in bed. He doesn't even have to be perfect and he'd be a whole lot better than most of the guys that I've been with who only cared about themselves. But how can I say that to him right now? He'll just think that I'm drunk and obnoxious.
"Good night, Kim," he says before he leaves the room.
*
The next morning I wake up alone. I see that Liz is missing from her own bed so I figure that she went out for a walk or something. Memories of last night hit me suddenly and I don't know whether I should feel excited or embarrassed. I remember the way Quinn gently kissed my hand and goosebumps erupt all over my skin. Just thinking about him turns me on so much, I can't help it. I roll the covers down and my hand immediately wanders down to my pajamas, where I lift the elastic band and flicker my finger around my aroused clit. I imagine that it's Quinn fingering me and I get even wetter. I imagine him being rough and hard in bed and it turns me on so much, thinking about him fucking me so hard. I moan as I look down at my bare pussy and see that it's so wet and slippery, my finger is making noises every time I rub myself. I become possessed as I climb closer and closer to orgasm. I'm about to come when I hear the door knock and I yelp as I panic and scramble to get the sheets.
"Lizzy?" Quinn's voice drifts through the other side. "Can I come in?"
I look down at myself and moan when I see how wet I am. I know that I need to answer him so after I quickly pull up my pajama bottoms, I jump out of bed and go to the door.
"Yeah?" I ask as adrenaline rushes through me. "What's up?"
I open the door all the way and relish in the sight of him. His face alone is so handsome and attractive to me, it's driving me insane. Just being close to him is intoxicating in itself. I shake my head and try to snap out of this spell.
"I was just looking for Liz," he says as he glances around the room. "Do you know where she went?"
I shake my head. "I have no idea. She might have gone out on a run. I woke up and she wasn't here."
"Okay," he says without looking at me. "I'll be out in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I'm making pancakes."
He cooks, too? Is there anything wrong with this man? Probably not. But I don't like the way he's avoiding my gaze and looking at everything except for me. I must have really upset him last night. I'm such a fucking loser.
I have to do the right thing. Even if she's looking at me with pure lust embedded in her eyes, I can't give in to temptation. It's only been a few days so this will pass. The wanting will be temporary. If I've learned anything in this life, it's that nothing is permanent. Everything is in a constant change of motion.
Of course this is hard to do when she's in her cute pajamas and staring at me voraciously, undressing me with her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and when she opened the door, she was breathing heavily. The door was slightly ajar and I heard a moan but I did not look at the bed. I can only deduce what was going on. It's so difficult concentrating on the pancake batter when I have that moan resonating in my ears. Sometimes having a good memory is not a good thing...
"What kind of pancakes are they?"
I turn around, surprised by her voice so near. She's sitting on a tall chair by the little island planted in the kitchen. She's still in her pajamas and I grind down on my teeth as I imagine picking up her petite body and gently pressing her to the wall. I'd kiss her slowly and patiently, taking my time to taste her sweet mouth and roam my hands around her curves. Her knees would buckle as I gingerly bite her vulnerable neck. I stop myself before the image in my head gets too obscene.
"Blueberries," I blurt out loud. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah." She smiles at me. "Sounds yummy."
I feel myself shiver before I say, "Did you really mean what you said last night?"
So much for avoiding trouble. What has gotten over me? I am entranced by her green eyes, her tan skin and gorgeous body. I don't know exactly what's going on between us but it's definitely something because my heart drops to the floor when she gets off the chair and walks over to me, calmly and slowly.
"Yes," she whispers. "I meant every word."
I don't understand what she sees in me. She's just starting her life and I have to start thinking of retirement soon. That doesn't seem to bother her one bit, though. The pan sizzles behind me and it takes everything inside me to turn my back to her and flip the pancakes over.
"Pancakes will be ready in a minute," I say with a brittle voice.
A pair of hands encircle me from behind and my entire frame stills. Good thing I'm working on the last pancake or there would be no pancakes. Because when she wraps her hands around my waist, I lose control. It's kind of sad that I turn off the stove first before I frame her beautiful face and kiss her passionately, but then again I am a father. I'm also needy because I place a pressing hand on her lower back and pull her toward me. She tastes so sweet, reminding me of strawberries and honey. Her lips are so soft and tender like ripe fruit. She moans into my mouth and grinds herself against me.
"Fuck me, please," she whispers hoarsely with need. "I want you inside me so bad."
A groan almost escapes me. She sounds so sexy saying those words. But I'm also alarmed. What about making out? About getting to know each other? And what about foreplay? Has she been so used to selfish men that could care less about satisfying her? I end the kiss and trail my lips across her cheek to her earlobe. She gasps when I kiss her small ear.
"I'd rather kiss you right now," I whisper into her ear. "And make you feel good."
She moans even louder. I'm about to kiss her again when I hear someone fumbling with the doorknob downstairs. Of course it can only be one person so the both of us quickly step away from each other, like two like magnets being repelled. The look she's giving me is tearing me apart, making me ache with unfiltered need. I'm so turned on that it hurts. I want to pick her up and take her to my bed and kiss every inch of her soft, tan skin and make her tremble until she can't take it anymore.
"Hey guys!" Elizabeth says as she enters the kichen. "It smells divine in here. Are those pancakes?"
She's your daughter's friend, I remind myself. I can't keep doing this. I need to make a decision based on rationality, not on feeling.
The girls go to the beach but I skip out on it because I'm still too turned on to feel comfortable in swimming trunks. Every time I think about kissing Kim, I get so turned on, it makes it impossible to think about anything else. So once I make sure that they're gone, I take a cold, long shower, thinking that will help me. It doesn't. I hiss as I look down at my hardness. No one's ever made me go crazy with need like this. It's wrong but I imagine here with me in the shower, naked and wet. I start stroking myself as I imagine fingering her as she backs up against me, grinding against me. She'd expect me to fuck her right away but I would take my time making sure she was wet and ready for me. Not only that but I'd make her come with my finger and then even harder with my mouth. I shiver as I think about tongue fucking her and hearing her muffled moan until it turns into a desperate cry of need. I growl as I come but it isn't enough to satisfy my lust. I need her. But I can't have her.
It starts raining on the beach again so we're forced to go home. I don't really see Quinn anywhere in the house so I assume he went out, which makes me sad but it shouldn't. What happened between us earlier was really intense. It's obvious we both want each other. But maybe he's intimidated by the fact that I'm his daughter's friend. I try to focus on Lizzy as we watch a stupid reality TV show but I just catch myself day dreaming about Quinn. I want to suck him off so bad and have him saying nasty things to me. I am such a dirty girl. I wonder how he tastes and how his come would taste, too. When I see him walking into the house an hour later my chest tightens and I stare at him as I dig my fingernails into the couch. He doesn't glance my way but looks at Elizabeth before he starts to speak.
"I'm going to the casino tonight," he says.
"Ooh, can we go?" Lizzy says excitedly. "That sounds like fun, right Kim?"
I glance at the carpeted floor. "Yeah, it does. But maybe he wants to go alone."
I can't hide the sadness from my voice, but still I try. Now Quinn is staring at me and I find myself squirming on the seat.
"Sure. I'm leaving at seven."
I decide to wear something comfortable and not too flashy since we're going to be walking around a lot. Heels are out of the question so I wear a pair of cute yet comfortable sandals along with a pair of jeans and a lacy black top. Liz, on the other hand, looks like she's ready to go to a club with a bright blue dress that hugs her curves. I feel like shit compared to her. But when Quinn is staring at me outside as he waits for us to leave, I feel pretty good, I can't lie.
"You look pretty," he says as he glances at Liz. "The both of you."
"Aw, thanks dad!" Liz gushes. "Let's go have fun."
"I can be designated driver," I offer.
"I'm not." Liz laughs. "I'll probably be piss ass drunk."
The night turns out to be similar to the other night when me and Liz went out. Only this time she meets up with a really cute girl who seems down to earth and funny. I actually want them to have some time alone so I wander around the casino, sipping from a soda. I feel like a little kid, honestly. Everyone else is gambling and drinking liquor yet here I am drinking a soda. My stomach starts rumbling and I'm about to start looking around for a restaurant when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.
Look behind you
The text is from Quinn and sure enough when I turn around I see him waving at me enthusiastically. He seems to be in a good mood so that has me smiling as I walk toward him and wave back.
"Hey," I say shyly. "Having fun?"
He grins. "I'm drunk and lost fifty bucks. At least I'm drunk, though. Right?"
I laugh. "True. What games did you play?"
"Just the slot machines. I'm starving. I was going to get some food."
"I was about to do the same." I smile nervously. "Want to get something together?"
He glances around. "Where's Liz?"
"She's hanging out with a lady." I giggle. "I think they're hitting it off pretty well."
"Aw. Okay." He smiles. "I want her to be happy."
"Me too." I smile. "She deserves it."
"So where do you want to go?" he asks as we start walking.
I shrug. "I don't really care. Hopefully somewhere not expensive."
"Buffet is good. There's a lot of variety there."
I raise an eyebrow. "Isn't it expensive?"
He shakes his head. "Not if I'm paying."
The buffet turns out to be really nice. I eat some rice pilaf with steamed veggies along with a good amount of salad. We talk like nothing happened before and that's starting to get to me because it won't happen ever again. Until he reaches for my hand and kisses my cheek. I feel myself still as his warm breath rubs against my ear, making me shut down.
I need to distract myself before I make a wreck. After I place the cup away in the cupboard, I put on a radio on my smartphone. "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult starts playing, distracting me for the moment. Until Liz pops up next to me and motions me toward her.
"If Kim asks you for more drinks, tell her no," she whispers lowly in my ear. "I have a feeling she's hiding something and drinking isn't going to help the situation."
I don't like the sound of this, but I have no other option but to nod. After all the dishes are washed and dried, I'm about to go into my bedroom when I see the door open further and see Kim changing in front of the mirror. She's changing her top and to my shock she is braless. I quickly look away but I can't erase the image of her large, luscious breasts out of my mind. I stifle a groan and curse when I feel my erection rubbing against my pants with every step. I feel horrible for having witnessed that but it was an accident. Still. Conflicting emotions ravage me. Lust. Confusion. Excitement. Her nipples were so taught and perky, how would they feel against my tongue? How would she react to my mouth suckling her hard nipple as I caressed her velvet warmth with my finger? Just the thought is driving me insane. I haven't been this horny in a very long time. I'm considering watching a porno and jerking off my frustration but then I remember that I don't have my laptop. I do have my phone, though. After a moment of consideration, though, I change my mind. It just doesn't feel the same way anymore. Touching myself only makes it worse. So I just lay there and try to take a nap. Fifteen minutes later when I'm dozing off, I hear a knock on my door.
"Coming," I murmur as I walk toward the door.
"Hey," Kim says as she looks at me drowsily. "Liz is going to the corner store. Do you want something?"
You, I want to say out loud. I drink in her petite figure and quickly realize that she dressed up. She has on a strapless purple tank top and a black skirt and her hair is down in loose, relaxed waves.
"You look pretty," I blurt out.
"Oh, thank you," she says breathlessly as she blushes. "You're too sweet."
"Nah, I don't want anything." My gaze flickers to her breasts. "Are you girls going out somewhere?"
"Well, I thought we were...but I don't know. We don't want to leave you alone."
I smirk. "Don't worry about me. You girls are young. Have fun. You deserve it."
She smiles coyly. "Maybe you can come out with us."
I grind my teeth. I know that it's bad for me and the sound is horrible, but luckily she doesn't seem to hear it. Maybe she'll meet a guy out there who will replace me. I'm just a silly crush, a one-time infatuation.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
*
The girls leave around eleven to a bar down the street and I make it clear to them that if they need a ride to not hesitate to call me. I'm watching a replay of a soccer match between USA and Mexico when I get a text message. I expect it to be from Liz until I see the unrecognized number.
I love that you were watching me ;)
Every nerve in my body is paralyzed. I stare at the cell phone in complete horror as I slowly accept the truth: Kim saw me watching her. And she liked it. Unless this is a cruel joke and it's someone else's number. I can't stand the anticipation of not knowing so I quickly text her back.
Is this Kimberly?
My hands are shaking and my heart is racing. It's pathetic, the way I'm feeling about a silly phone conversation, but this could end up hurting me in the end. What if Elizabeth finds out that there's something going on between us?
Yup it's her :p I am so bored here. Come save me.
I'm about to answer her request when I get another text from her.
Liz is flirting with this guy and I don't want to kill her mood. I want to leave but I don't want to leave her alone.
I know what it's like to be somewhere you don't want to be. It really sucks. Not only are you bored out of your mind, but you're also extremely uncomfortable. It's just not worth it.
Okay, I'm going. What's the name of the bar?
I might regret this tomorrow but for now I'm having fun. I think I've had five drinks? Maybe less than that. Hopefully not more, though. Lizzy is having a lot of fun chatting with this cute guy who's obviously into her. He seems like a cool dude. He's tanner than me and has intoxicating brown eyes. There was a guy who was trying to talk to me earlier but he looked younger than me and honestly, right now I can't deal with young people. That sounds mean and stupid but honestly, it's how I feel. Which is why I'm so happy to see Quinn when he arrives at the bar.
"There you are!" I say excitedly as he approaches me with a smile. "Thanks for coming! As you can see, it's just me and the bartender right now."
They both exchange a smirk as I nurse my pina colada. It's so delicious and smooth, I can't believe there's liquor in here. Well, there has to be if I'm getting this happy and flirty all of a sudden. Quinn sits down next to me and I stare at his strong, lean arms. How would those arms feel against me as he pins me down to the bed with his gorgeous body? I cross my legs, wanting the insistent heat to melt away.
"Thanks for inviting me," he says as he browses the crowd. "Looks like it's a busy night here."
"Yeah." I sip my drink and look over at Liz. "At least Lizzy is having fun. She deserves it. She's had a rough time lately."
"So do you."
I want to talk to him about how he saw me changing in the bedroom, but I keep quiet. I don't want to do it here, where people can hear us. So I set my drink down, grab his hand and pull him toward the back entrance. Thankfully there is no one out here and there's a light that illuminates the small alleyway.
"What's up?" he asks playfully.
My hand lingers on his wrist even though I feel my chest constrict and my legs turn into silly putty. His skin feels so good, so right. Kyle has been texting me all night but all I can think about is Quinn. He's looking at me patiently and it's taking every ounce of patience within me to not plaster myself against him and kiss him.
"I saw you looking," I whisper as my fingers grip his wrist a little tighter. "It's okay. Did you like what you saw?"
His face darkens and I know I've said something wrong. I immediately regret asking him that so I retract my hand from him and stare at the paved ground instead.
"Nevermind," I hastily say. "Forget I said anything. I'm sorry."
I walk away before I make more of a fool of myself.
*
I walk back to the beach house feeling so ashamed of myself. Why the hell would he confess to liking what he saw? Maybe he didn't even like what he saw. Maybe he was disgusted. I'm such a fucking dumb ass. In a moment of weakness I find myself texting Kyle back, but it's not a very nice text.
I don't believe that this time will be different. That's what you always say.
I collapse on the bed. A mere minute later I hear the door open and a shuffle of feet before the bed dips and someone sits down next to me.
"Hey," a soft, masculine voice whispers to me. "I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intention."
I open my eyes and look up to see him gazing at me with a genuine concerned expression. It's been so long since Kyle looked at me that way. The past several months have been filled with empty stares and annoyed glances. Not to mention an acrid distance that I can taste in my mouth. I can feel Quinn's affection radiating from his body and I'm definitely responding to it. What I'm also responding to? His sexy, crisp, clean scent.
"You smell good," I say as I sit up. "Really good."
"Thanks."
His voice is firm and unwavering, unlike before. He's looking at me more steadily now and it's making my skin feel like it's on fire. I've never wanted someone this badly before. Of course I've had crushes and people I've fooled around with, but we seem to have an attraction that is so magnetic, I can feel it in my bones. I'm so close to him that I can see his long eyelashes, his warm bright green eyes and the few freckles that he has on his cheeks. Time seems to slow down as I lift my hand and caress his cheek.
"You are so handsome," I whisper. "I can't take it."
Any minute now Elizabeth is going to open the door and come barging inside, demanding an explanation. Just one look at us and it's obvious that something is going on. There has to be. Why else would we be staring at each other like this without saying a single word? He gently grabs my hand and kisses the top part. I gasp as his lips graze my skin, making my nipples harden in ardent desire.
"You're beautiful and young," he finally says. "You can have whoever you want."
I want you, though! The words almost escape my lips. I don't want just any stupid guy. A guy who won't care like you do. I can only imagine how he is in bed. He doesn't even have to be perfect and he'd be a whole lot better than most of the guys that I've been with who only cared about themselves. But how can I say that to him right now? He'll just think that I'm drunk and obnoxious.
"Good night, Kim," he says before he leaves the room.
*
The next morning I wake up alone. I see that Liz is missing from her own bed so I figure that she went out for a walk or something. Memories of last night hit me suddenly and I don't know whether I should feel excited or embarrassed. I remember the way Quinn gently kissed my hand and goosebumps erupt all over my skin. Just thinking about him turns me on so much, I can't help it. I roll the covers down and my hand immediately wanders down to my pajamas, where I lift the elastic band and flicker my finger around my aroused clit. I imagine that it's Quinn fingering me and I get even wetter. I imagine him being rough and hard in bed and it turns me on so much, thinking about him fucking me so hard. I moan as I look down at my bare pussy and see that it's so wet and slippery, my finger is making noises every time I rub myself. I become possessed as I climb closer and closer to orgasm. I'm about to come when I hear the door knock and I yelp as I panic and scramble to get the sheets.
"Lizzy?" Quinn's voice drifts through the other side. "Can I come in?"
I look down at myself and moan when I see how wet I am. I know that I need to answer him so after I quickly pull up my pajama bottoms, I jump out of bed and go to the door.
"Yeah?" I ask as adrenaline rushes through me. "What's up?"
I open the door all the way and relish in the sight of him. His face alone is so handsome and attractive to me, it's driving me insane. Just being close to him is intoxicating in itself. I shake my head and try to snap out of this spell.
"I was just looking for Liz," he says as he glances around the room. "Do you know where she went?"
I shake my head. "I have no idea. She might have gone out on a run. I woke up and she wasn't here."
"Okay," he says without looking at me. "I'll be out in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I'm making pancakes."
He cooks, too? Is there anything wrong with this man? Probably not. But I don't like the way he's avoiding my gaze and looking at everything except for me. I must have really upset him last night. I'm such a fucking loser.
I have to do the right thing. Even if she's looking at me with pure lust embedded in her eyes, I can't give in to temptation. It's only been a few days so this will pass. The wanting will be temporary. If I've learned anything in this life, it's that nothing is permanent. Everything is in a constant change of motion.
Of course this is hard to do when she's in her cute pajamas and staring at me voraciously, undressing me with her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and when she opened the door, she was breathing heavily. The door was slightly ajar and I heard a moan but I did not look at the bed. I can only deduce what was going on. It's so difficult concentrating on the pancake batter when I have that moan resonating in my ears. Sometimes having a good memory is not a good thing...
"What kind of pancakes are they?"
I turn around, surprised by her voice so near. She's sitting on a tall chair by the little island planted in the kitchen. She's still in her pajamas and I grind down on my teeth as I imagine picking up her petite body and gently pressing her to the wall. I'd kiss her slowly and patiently, taking my time to taste her sweet mouth and roam my hands around her curves. Her knees would buckle as I gingerly bite her vulnerable neck. I stop myself before the image in my head gets too obscene.
"Blueberries," I blurt out loud. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah." She smiles at me. "Sounds yummy."
I feel myself shiver before I say, "Did you really mean what you said last night?"
So much for avoiding trouble. What has gotten over me? I am entranced by her green eyes, her tan skin and gorgeous body. I don't know exactly what's going on between us but it's definitely something because my heart drops to the floor when she gets off the chair and walks over to me, calmly and slowly.
"Yes," she whispers. "I meant every word."
I don't understand what she sees in me. She's just starting her life and I have to start thinking of retirement soon. That doesn't seem to bother her one bit, though. The pan sizzles behind me and it takes everything inside me to turn my back to her and flip the pancakes over.
"Pancakes will be ready in a minute," I say with a brittle voice.
A pair of hands encircle me from behind and my entire frame stills. Good thing I'm working on the last pancake or there would be no pancakes. Because when she wraps her hands around my waist, I lose control. It's kind of sad that I turn off the stove first before I frame her beautiful face and kiss her passionately, but then again I am a father. I'm also needy because I place a pressing hand on her lower back and pull her toward me. She tastes so sweet, reminding me of strawberries and honey. Her lips are so soft and tender like ripe fruit. She moans into my mouth and grinds herself against me.
"Fuck me, please," she whispers hoarsely with need. "I want you inside me so bad."
A groan almost escapes me. She sounds so sexy saying those words. But I'm also alarmed. What about making out? About getting to know each other? And what about foreplay? Has she been so used to selfish men that could care less about satisfying her? I end the kiss and trail my lips across her cheek to her earlobe. She gasps when I kiss her small ear.
"I'd rather kiss you right now," I whisper into her ear. "And make you feel good."
She moans even louder. I'm about to kiss her again when I hear someone fumbling with the doorknob downstairs. Of course it can only be one person so the both of us quickly step away from each other, like two like magnets being repelled. The look she's giving me is tearing me apart, making me ache with unfiltered need. I'm so turned on that it hurts. I want to pick her up and take her to my bed and kiss every inch of her soft, tan skin and make her tremble until she can't take it anymore.
"Hey guys!" Elizabeth says as she enters the kichen. "It smells divine in here. Are those pancakes?"
She's your daughter's friend, I remind myself. I can't keep doing this. I need to make a decision based on rationality, not on feeling.
The girls go to the beach but I skip out on it because I'm still too turned on to feel comfortable in swimming trunks. Every time I think about kissing Kim, I get so turned on, it makes it impossible to think about anything else. So once I make sure that they're gone, I take a cold, long shower, thinking that will help me. It doesn't. I hiss as I look down at my hardness. No one's ever made me go crazy with need like this. It's wrong but I imagine here with me in the shower, naked and wet. I start stroking myself as I imagine fingering her as she backs up against me, grinding against me. She'd expect me to fuck her right away but I would take my time making sure she was wet and ready for me. Not only that but I'd make her come with my finger and then even harder with my mouth. I shiver as I think about tongue fucking her and hearing her muffled moan until it turns into a desperate cry of need. I growl as I come but it isn't enough to satisfy my lust. I need her. But I can't have her.
It starts raining on the beach again so we're forced to go home. I don't really see Quinn anywhere in the house so I assume he went out, which makes me sad but it shouldn't. What happened between us earlier was really intense. It's obvious we both want each other. But maybe he's intimidated by the fact that I'm his daughter's friend. I try to focus on Lizzy as we watch a stupid reality TV show but I just catch myself day dreaming about Quinn. I want to suck him off so bad and have him saying nasty things to me. I am such a dirty girl. I wonder how he tastes and how his come would taste, too. When I see him walking into the house an hour later my chest tightens and I stare at him as I dig my fingernails into the couch. He doesn't glance my way but looks at Elizabeth before he starts to speak.
"I'm going to the casino tonight," he says.
"Ooh, can we go?" Lizzy says excitedly. "That sounds like fun, right Kim?"
I glance at the carpeted floor. "Yeah, it does. But maybe he wants to go alone."
I can't hide the sadness from my voice, but still I try. Now Quinn is staring at me and I find myself squirming on the seat.
"Sure. I'm leaving at seven."
I decide to wear something comfortable and not too flashy since we're going to be walking around a lot. Heels are out of the question so I wear a pair of cute yet comfortable sandals along with a pair of jeans and a lacy black top. Liz, on the other hand, looks like she's ready to go to a club with a bright blue dress that hugs her curves. I feel like shit compared to her. But when Quinn is staring at me outside as he waits for us to leave, I feel pretty good, I can't lie.
"You look pretty," he says as he glances at Liz. "The both of you."
"Aw, thanks dad!" Liz gushes. "Let's go have fun."
"I can be designated driver," I offer.
"I'm not." Liz laughs. "I'll probably be piss ass drunk."
The night turns out to be similar to the other night when me and Liz went out. Only this time she meets up with a really cute girl who seems down to earth and funny. I actually want them to have some time alone so I wander around the casino, sipping from a soda. I feel like a little kid, honestly. Everyone else is gambling and drinking liquor yet here I am drinking a soda. My stomach starts rumbling and I'm about to start looking around for a restaurant when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.
Look behind you
The text is from Quinn and sure enough when I turn around I see him waving at me enthusiastically. He seems to be in a good mood so that has me smiling as I walk toward him and wave back.
"Hey," I say shyly. "Having fun?"
He grins. "I'm drunk and lost fifty bucks. At least I'm drunk, though. Right?"
I laugh. "True. What games did you play?"
"Just the slot machines. I'm starving. I was going to get some food."
"I was about to do the same." I smile nervously. "Want to get something together?"
He glances around. "Where's Liz?"
"She's hanging out with a lady." I giggle. "I think they're hitting it off pretty well."
"Aw. Okay." He smiles. "I want her to be happy."
"Me too." I smile. "She deserves it."
"So where do you want to go?" he asks as we start walking.
I shrug. "I don't really care. Hopefully somewhere not expensive."
"Buffet is good. There's a lot of variety there."
I raise an eyebrow. "Isn't it expensive?"
He shakes his head. "Not if I'm paying."
The buffet turns out to be really nice. I eat some rice pilaf with steamed veggies along with a good amount of salad. We talk like nothing happened before and that's starting to get to me because it won't happen ever again. Until he reaches for my hand and kisses my cheek. I feel myself still as his warm breath rubs against my ear, making me shut down.
"Come outside with me," he asks in a sexy rasp. "Please."
I grab his hand tightly and lead him out of the casino. I lead the way through the crowds of people and finally to the secluded beach where we can have some privacy. He stops walking and suddenly it's his turn to lead the way as he directs me toward the dark pillars where no one can see us. A thrill runs through my body as I wonder what he's going to do.
"Finally," he says as he lets go of my hand.
I watch him in enraptured silence as he gently pins me against one of the pillars and kisses me slowly. I feel myself melting and my entire body buzz with raw electricity as he runs his hand through my hair and kisses me so perfectly. His tongue flickers against my bottom lip and I imagine that it's my clit he's licking and I immediately shiver all over.
"I want to suck on your neck and finger you," he says drowsily. "Can I?"
I gulp. "Out here?"
He nods. "Nobody will come. I got you. Unless you don't feel comfortable."
I moan as he sucks on my neck. "You're making me so wet..."
His tongue runs across my sensitive, soft skin and I wiggle against him, in complete heat. My nipples are so hard, straining against my bra. His mouth wanders down to my shoulder and he bites it gently, making me gasp.
"My tongue will get you wetter," he rasps. "Fuck. Let's just get a room. That way we're not paranoid. Is that okay?"
I definitely feel better with the room option. Thankfully we get a room rather quickly which is good because I am so horny I am ready to attack him with everything I have. But it seems that he's quicker because as soon as he locks the door he shoves me against the bed and kisses me so hard I am in hell with pure lust. He's like a different person as he pulls my knees apart with his leg and grinds himself against me. He unbuttons my shirt with his beautiful hands and rips my bra off and gazes longingly at my chest.
"So perfect," he whispers before he plants a soft kiss on each nipple.
My back arches as he tweaks a nipple with his fingers and suckles on the other one, sending heat right to my core. My panties are drenched and my clit is throbbing for more. He brings his mouth back up to my mouth and kisses me passionately as his hands wander down my trembling body. He breaks the kiss to unbutton my jeans, which I help him with since they are kind of tight on me. He growls when he sees me in nothing but my panties.
"You are driving me insane," he says as he stretches out next to me on the bed. "I need to make you come."
I moan at the intensity of his voice. While he kisses my neck and shoulder, his right hand wanders to my black silky panties. My heart is racing and adrenaline rushes through me as his hand creeps down the hemline of my panties. When his fingers brush the soft, downy hairs, I shudder violently. I swallow back a scream when his finger gently brushes over my highly aroused clit.
"Do you like dirty talk?" he asks in my ear.
"Please," I moan out loud.
I moan even louder when his finger grazes my clit yet again. All I can feel is silky wetness and his expert finger making me tremble with every move. He licks my earlobe and I back up against him, rubbing my ass against his erection.
"So you're a dirty girl?" he asks as his finger glides over my wetness. "Is that why you're so wet?"
"Oh God," I whisper nervously. "It feels so good."
I don't care if I sound like a slut; it really does feel so good, I am trembling all over. My muscles feel like they're going to melt any second and my skin feels on fire. Between his slow, torturous finger and sexy, raspy voice, I am going to unravel any second now. Which is surprising since it takes me at least ten minutes when I have solo sessions to get off.
"You like my finger on your little clit?" he asks in my ear. "I can make it go faster. But I'll have to take off your panties for that."
I literally rip off my underwear so fast, it makes him laugh. I spread my legs open and he growls in approval.
"Good girl," he says longingly. "Now I can finger you real good."
My dick is telling me to fuck her hard and fast but I ignore my primal instinct to do that. I want to make her come so hard she forgets where she is. Besides, she feels so perfect in my hand, so slippery and wet, that I can't stop touching her. The sound of my finger rubbing against her clit seems to really turn her on because she is panting and bucking against me like she's going to lose it any second.
"I'm close," she says in a raspy whisper. "Don't stop, baby, please."
That's all I need to hear. I quicken my pace and bite down on her shoulder and she starts trembling against me almost immediately. She screams in pure pleasure as she drenches my hand in her come. Hearing her raw pleasure is so satisfying and sexy, I find myself moaning, too. She rides my fingers as her body goes through a small series of mini shocks. But it isn't enough.
"More," I growl in her ear. "I want to give you more."
She gasps when I start fingering her again, only this time it's a little more hard and aggressive. I love the sound of my finger slipping in and out of her pussy. I imagine it's my dick and I swallow back a scream. Instead I focus on her. The way her spine is stiffening and she starts rubbing my cock through my pants. I suckle on her neck again and she starts to moan in pure desperation.
"Oh my God," she says breathlessly as she squeezes my dick, hard. "I'm going to come so hard."
"Yes, give it to me," I whisper into her ear. "Give me your come, baby."
She screams even louder than before and shudders so violently, at first I think I've hurt her. But then she's convulsing uncontrollably and saying my name over and over again and I know I just gave her an amazing orgasm. That and the fact that not only is my hand completely soaked, but the sheets are a little soaked, too.
"I want to finger you all night," I whisper into her ear. "I can't get enough of you."
We should probably be heading back downstairs but I need to make her come one last time. My finger rubs her clit even faster and she is sweating and panting and it's so perfect, the way she crumples next to me in surrender. Her ass grinds against my erection and I hiss at the friction, backing up. She calls out my name one last time as her legs shake and she closes her eyes. When her orgasm has finally subsided, I kiss her cheek and hold her tight against me.
"You are so perfect," he whispers. "In every way."
[To be continued?]
I grab his hand tightly and lead him out of the casino. I lead the way through the crowds of people and finally to the secluded beach where we can have some privacy. He stops walking and suddenly it's his turn to lead the way as he directs me toward the dark pillars where no one can see us. A thrill runs through my body as I wonder what he's going to do.
"Finally," he says as he lets go of my hand.
I watch him in enraptured silence as he gently pins me against one of the pillars and kisses me slowly. I feel myself melting and my entire body buzz with raw electricity as he runs his hand through my hair and kisses me so perfectly. His tongue flickers against my bottom lip and I imagine that it's my clit he's licking and I immediately shiver all over.
"I want to suck on your neck and finger you," he says drowsily. "Can I?"
I gulp. "Out here?"
He nods. "Nobody will come. I got you. Unless you don't feel comfortable."
I moan as he sucks on my neck. "You're making me so wet..."
His tongue runs across my sensitive, soft skin and I wiggle against him, in complete heat. My nipples are so hard, straining against my bra. His mouth wanders down to my shoulder and he bites it gently, making me gasp.
"My tongue will get you wetter," he rasps. "Fuck. Let's just get a room. That way we're not paranoid. Is that okay?"
I definitely feel better with the room option. Thankfully we get a room rather quickly which is good because I am so horny I am ready to attack him with everything I have. But it seems that he's quicker because as soon as he locks the door he shoves me against the bed and kisses me so hard I am in hell with pure lust. He's like a different person as he pulls my knees apart with his leg and grinds himself against me. He unbuttons my shirt with his beautiful hands and rips my bra off and gazes longingly at my chest.
"So perfect," he whispers before he plants a soft kiss on each nipple.
My back arches as he tweaks a nipple with his fingers and suckles on the other one, sending heat right to my core. My panties are drenched and my clit is throbbing for more. He brings his mouth back up to my mouth and kisses me passionately as his hands wander down my trembling body. He breaks the kiss to unbutton my jeans, which I help him with since they are kind of tight on me. He growls when he sees me in nothing but my panties.
"You are driving me insane," he says as he stretches out next to me on the bed. "I need to make you come."
I moan at the intensity of his voice. While he kisses my neck and shoulder, his right hand wanders to my black silky panties. My heart is racing and adrenaline rushes through me as his hand creeps down the hemline of my panties. When his fingers brush the soft, downy hairs, I shudder violently. I swallow back a scream when his finger gently brushes over my highly aroused clit.
"Do you like dirty talk?" he asks in my ear.
"Please," I moan out loud.
I moan even louder when his finger grazes my clit yet again. All I can feel is silky wetness and his expert finger making me tremble with every move. He licks my earlobe and I back up against him, rubbing my ass against his erection.
"So you're a dirty girl?" he asks as his finger glides over my wetness. "Is that why you're so wet?"
"Oh God," I whisper nervously. "It feels so good."
I don't care if I sound like a slut; it really does feel so good, I am trembling all over. My muscles feel like they're going to melt any second and my skin feels on fire. Between his slow, torturous finger and sexy, raspy voice, I am going to unravel any second now. Which is surprising since it takes me at least ten minutes when I have solo sessions to get off.
"You like my finger on your little clit?" he asks in my ear. "I can make it go faster. But I'll have to take off your panties for that."
I literally rip off my underwear so fast, it makes him laugh. I spread my legs open and he growls in approval.
"Good girl," he says longingly. "Now I can finger you real good."
My dick is telling me to fuck her hard and fast but I ignore my primal instinct to do that. I want to make her come so hard she forgets where she is. Besides, she feels so perfect in my hand, so slippery and wet, that I can't stop touching her. The sound of my finger rubbing against her clit seems to really turn her on because she is panting and bucking against me like she's going to lose it any second.
"I'm close," she says in a raspy whisper. "Don't stop, baby, please."
That's all I need to hear. I quicken my pace and bite down on her shoulder and she starts trembling against me almost immediately. She screams in pure pleasure as she drenches my hand in her come. Hearing her raw pleasure is so satisfying and sexy, I find myself moaning, too. She rides my fingers as her body goes through a small series of mini shocks. But it isn't enough.
"More," I growl in her ear. "I want to give you more."
She gasps when I start fingering her again, only this time it's a little more hard and aggressive. I love the sound of my finger slipping in and out of her pussy. I imagine it's my dick and I swallow back a scream. Instead I focus on her. The way her spine is stiffening and she starts rubbing my cock through my pants. I suckle on her neck again and she starts to moan in pure desperation.
"Oh my God," she says breathlessly as she squeezes my dick, hard. "I'm going to come so hard."
"Yes, give it to me," I whisper into her ear. "Give me your come, baby."
She screams even louder than before and shudders so violently, at first I think I've hurt her. But then she's convulsing uncontrollably and saying my name over and over again and I know I just gave her an amazing orgasm. That and the fact that not only is my hand completely soaked, but the sheets are a little soaked, too.
"I want to finger you all night," I whisper into her ear. "I can't get enough of you."
We should probably be heading back downstairs but I need to make her come one last time. My finger rubs her clit even faster and she is sweating and panting and it's so perfect, the way she crumples next to me in surrender. Her ass grinds against my erection and I hiss at the friction, backing up. She calls out my name one last time as her legs shake and she closes her eyes. When her orgasm has finally subsided, I kiss her cheek and hold her tight against me.
"You are so perfect," he whispers. "In every way."
[To be continued?]
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