by S. C. Adams
“Kylie, what’s wrong?” I ask. “It was probably just a janitor or something.”
“Shh!” she stays by the door, almost pressing her ear to the black slab. It’s like she’s waiting for something. I quickly skim my eyes around the bathroom and luckily no one’s in here but us.
The lock clicks behind me, and I turn to see Kylie turning around, her brown curls a bit mussed.
“This feels familiar,” I joke. Kylie rolls her eyes.
“I don’t want anyone to walk in.”
“Do we need to stay in here? This is the men’s room sweetheart. It’s kind of gross.”
“Maybe just for a little bit,” she cautions. “But I heard someone, and I don’t want anyone to see us talking.”
“Talking, sweetheart?” I ask with one black brow raised. “I think we’ll be doing a lot more than that.”
Kylie’s mouth drops open with realization.
“Oh, hell no,” she says firmly. “We’re not doing that again.”
“Hell no, baby girl? So emphatic?”
“That’s not what I meant,” she waves her hands backtracking. “I mean it is what I mean, but not so seriously. Like, not hell, hell no, but no, we shouldn’t do this again,” her pace slows down as I move closer and closer to that curvy, trembling form.
“So, you’re saying I still have a chance?”
“Tanner,” she warns. But I see how flushed her cheeks are, and how her bosom heaves as I advance.
“Come on, Kylie. You didn’t come back here to talk to me on a whim. You must feel something too.”
“Tanner,” she pleads. “Don’t do this.”
“Kylie,” I admonish. “You feel this between us too. Admit it.”
She takes in a long shaky breath.
“Yes, maybe, I feel something, but –”
That’s all I need to make my move. I pull Kylie into my arms and kiss her with all the passion in my heart. I need her to acknowledge this spark between us because it’s a once in a lifetime kind of thing. I don’t often fall head over heels for teenage girls, but there’s something about this one that drives me crazy.
I sense the moment her barriers fall. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer and deeper into the kiss. Her body melts against mine as she moans into my mouth. My pants get uncomfortable, my dick straining against the tight fit. I growl into her mouth, needing more contact.
“Baby,” I rasp. She breaks our kiss and a smile spreads across her face. “What is it?” I ask.
“I like it when you call me baby,” she admits in a whisper. Her cheeks color and she looks away, lips trembling. I pick up her chin and turn her face upward, back towards me.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I kiss her again, slowly molding my lips to hers. Her mouth opens, inviting me in, and I take her up on it, intermingling our tongues.
Fingers stroke down my broad back as she sinks into my embrace.
“Mm, Tanner,” she sighs into my mouth. “But …”
Gently, I move away. It’s important to be patient, and I stare into her swirling caramel brown eyes.
“What is it, baby?” is my tender question as I stroke her curls. She angles her head into my palm for a moment before speaking again.
“Do you want to, I mean … ? We could … ?” She can’t finish a sentence, but it’s not hard to figure out where this is going.
“I think I know what you want,” is my growl.
I run my hand down her torso, reaching the hem of her dress. The skin on the inside of her thigh is soft. I finger the hem of her panties, sliding my middle finger along the fabric before letting the material snap back against her pussy.
“Turn around,” I rumble. Kylie does what I say, slowly reorienting herself. Her hands flatten on the white tile wall as I flip her dress over her ass. I still haven’t gotten tired of looking at that generous peach, full and white. I’ve never been one to stay interested in one person for a long time, but all Kylie has done is be herself, and I can’t get her off my mind.
I roll her panties down, letting them fall to the ground. Her body moves with each breath she takes. The way she responds when I touch her, when I’m around her, charges me with electricity. I know she’s responsive only to me, and the possession makes me fierce.
I wet my fingers before running them along the crease of her ass. They slide between her cheeks to tease her bottom hole, and she arches her back at the slight touch, moaning. Her moans crescendo when my fingers go inside her, but then I get an idea.
“Sweetheart, I want you to stretch yourself out for me.”
“What?” she gasps, her head turning back to look at me over one shoulder with shocked eyes. I nod.
“Yes, baby girl. Just try. Put your fingers in your ass one by one and get yourself ready for me.”
“But –?” she gasps.
“Because that’s what I want,” I say with finality. “Do it sweetheart. Trust me, I think you might like it.”
Her breasts trembling, she reaches one hand back, but I stop her.
“Lube yourself up first, sweetheart.”
She obediently sucks one finger into her mouth, but then I push her hand towards her pussy.
“Lube yourself up here, baby girl. There’s plenty of fluid, and your juices are sticky and just right.”
Moaning, Kylie’s head drops from the dirtiness. But obediently, she reaches to her pussy hole and gently thrusts in, getting her fingers sticky and moist with female cum.
“Now,” I say, watching with avid eyes. “Push one finger into your bottom slowly. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
She mewls a bit but then she obeys. Her middle finger inches to her pleats, stroking around those sensitive ridges as she gasps. Then the tip edges inside and her bottom hole contracts from the penetration.
“Good job, baby girl,” I growl. By now, I have my cock out and I’m massaging the shaft up and down with my hand. There’s so much pre-cum that the sound is slick and wet as she pumps her bottom experimentally.
“Just like that,” I croon, running my free hand up one firm white thigh before squeezing. “Now try another finger.”
She mewls in protest, but soon enough, a second finger joins the first, and she’s pumping her own asshole with two digits, the tight ring of muscle getting used to the stretch.
“Scissor your fingers,” I command, my voice raspy as I take in this dirty sight. “It’ll get you loosened up that much faster.”
Kylie doesn’t move for a second, stunned by the dirtiness, but sure enough, I see her begin to spread her fingers, moaning musically as her breasts heave. Oh fuck, how did I get so lucky? I have a beautiful young woman offering her ass to me, and even prepping it for my dominance.
I can’t wait any longer and pull her fingers out of her butt with a sharp sucking sound. Her asshole blinks and winks with surprise, gleaming with wet fluids and Kylie moans, bumping her hips up and down.
“I know you want it,” is my groan, angling my glans towards her. Sure enough, in the next moment, I’m easing my huge shaft into her tiny butt. I let out a low groan. Her anal walls squeeze me tight, and the semen’s already churning in my balls. Kylie’s hands clench into fists, pushing against the wall as she takes my penetration so good. She’s gotten better at keeping relaxed, and I’m able to enter her with more ease, but, fuck, she’s so small still.
“Tanner, take me,” she pants. Good, my little girl likes it dirty. Slowly, I begin to ramp up the pace, pushing forwards and then pulling out. Her tiny ring of muscle drags along my length every time I exit, as if begging me not to go.
My muscles throb as I swallow, trying not to blow up too quickly. Kylie feels so amazing, and she’s driving me crazy.
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” the girl cries. I keep going, my jaw clenched, not letting up. One of her hands moves from the wall down to her clit. She rubs herself vigorously and starts moaning incoherently, her body shivering under mine.
“Oh Tanner!” she cries out as
every muscle in her body seems to clench for a moment before dissolving in a series of tremors. Her ass clamps and jerks around me, milking me for every drop of seed. I fall off the edge right after her, soaking her anal chamber with my semen while losing a piece of my mind.
“Yes baby,” I rasp harshly in reply. “Fuuuck.”
My orgasm is so long, I lose track of everything except for the feel of her skin on mine. Pressed into her, I feel connected and intertwined, as if we were meant to be. Can that be possible?
It takes a few seconds to catch my breath. My head turns in Kylie’s hair, smelling the sweet floral scent of her shampoo. I don’t want to leave the bathroom because it means going back to reality. It’s a reality that I made for myself, but it’s also one I’m starting to lose interest in if it doesn’t include this girl.
Finally, Kylie catches her breath, her curvy body still heaving. I pull out and the sight is filthy. Her bottom hole gapes a bit from my massive size, and there’s a tell-tale drop of cream right at her little opening. With a gentle finger, I scoop it up and bring it to my lips. It tastes of me and her combined, and I swallow hungrily.
Meanwhile, Kylie pulls her panties back on, smoothing her dress down while fluffing out her hair. But she won’t meet my eyes.
“Kylie?” She takes a deep breath and then turns to face me.
“Does this change anything?” her voice is clear. A little shaky from nerves, but what she means is totally clear.
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
And that’s the truth. I’m not sure what I’m going to do or where the two of us are going to go from here. It’s become clear to me that Kylie might not be willing to continue this affair if I’m married to her mom. I don’t blame her because it’s an impossible situation.
Yet, we fell into one another and thus far, I’ve been able to ignore my impending marriage. But with the date getting closer and closer, I can’t act like it’s going to go away on its own.
“Well, what do we do now?” she demands, that little chin set.
“I don’t know,” I say gently. “I’m sorry.”
She looks stricken.
“So, we’re back where we started?”
“I don’t know, Kylie. I’m sorry.” I sound like a broken record, but what else can I say?
She turns away, her eyes filling with tears, and something stirs in my soul.
“Kylie sweetheart, it’s going to be fine,” I rumble. “Trust me. It may seem like there are no exits right now, but we’ll find one. Together.”
She looks away, unable to meet my eyes once again.
“I think I’m going to head back to the hotel, okay? If my mom asks about me, just tell her I stopped by, but felt sick and had to go.”
It’s clear she doesn’t want to talk anymore.
“Okay, I can do that, sweetheart.”
“Thanks,” she turns to leave, but then I put a hand on her arm.
“Kylie,” I try to say again, but she just ignores me, unlocks the door and heads out.
She’s gone. The door closes, and I’m left in the bathroom wondering what the hell’s going on, with myself more than anything. I’ve never felt so confused and conflicted, and that doesn’t happen to me very often.
Finally, after a few minutes, I leave the bathroom and go back to the party. It’s still as chaotic and noisy as before, and bile rises in my throat from the nauseating smell of wax mixed with body lube. I can’t handle this scene anymore, even though it’s technically my bachelor party. I leave without a second glance back. After all, the girl who means everything to me is no longer here, and thus there’s no need for me to stay.
10
Kylie
I wake up in my apartment after a restless night tossing and turning. Vegas ended up being just as expected, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. It was wrong. It was raunchy. And yet, I can’t stop thinking about Tanner, my soon-to-be stepdad. What’s wrong with me? As a result, I caught the earliest flight I could back to New York.
The flight back was annoying. I had a pounding headache, and it’s from the incredible level of stress. It wasn’t the alcohol because I had two shots, tops.
Thankfully, on the plane I had a whole row to myself. There weren’t too many people flying back the same day I was, and the quiet helped a little with my anxiety.
I texted Aunt Jane to let her know that I left Vegas, and to wish her a good time. She’s probably sad that I left because Jane isn’t one to party hard either, but that’s the least of my worries.
After all, I did it again with Tanner. What is wrong with me? Have I just decided to let go of my morals? Am I so hypnotized by this man that I can’t make a rational decision?
I throw off my covers and pound my fists into my mattress. I need to get up and do something. Stewing in my feelings has not helped one iota, and it’s driving me stir-crazy.
But I can’t manage it and my limbs collapse helplessly onto my bed once more. Staring at the ceiling, I admonish myself: I have to make an effort today. I need to get back to being the old Kylie, and things around here have to change. No more of this crazy, unbelievable, whory behavior with the most inappropriate man in the universe. I couldn’t have chosen worse, come to think of it.
Staggering to my bathroom, I shut the door behind me and the first thing I see is my haggard appearance. I look like a mess. There are dark circles surrounding my eyes, my hair is like a tumbleweed, and there seems to be a permanent frown on my face.
I look like I’ve been run over by a lawnmower, and that isn’t far from the truth when you consider the mess of my life. After all, after getting back from Vegas, I changed into pajamas and did not move for a whole forty-eight hours. Friends called, but I ignored my phone. I couldn’t even bring myself to talk to Andrea. She’s been trying so hard to give me advice, and all I do is muck it up. Ever since meeting Tanner, it’s become all about him. When I’m with him, when I’m not with him, how good he feels, and how idiotic I am to be so obsessed with him. He’s my future stepdad! What am I thinking? I want to pull out my hair and beat my chest, while screaming in frustration and rage.
I’ve got Tanner on my mind, and I can’t get him out, and unfortunately it shows in this mirror. I look like a wreck with questionable personal hygiene.
And you know what? It’s what I deserve. I’ve been sleeping with my future stepfather like it’s not a bad thing. But it’s wrong. It is unequivocally wrong. No matter how I feel about this guy, what we’re doing is off-limits and taboo. If anyone knew what we were up to, they would be disgusted. No matter which way you slice it, we look like an amoral couple who doesn’t care about anything. What Tanner and I are doing needs to stop.
I look myself dead in the eyes.
“You will not sleep with Tanner again. There can be no more. You’re done with him.” I point at myself. “Done.”
I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it behind my ears. I need to get back to the old Kylie again. I need to get back to who I used to be. But how? I can barely remember her at this point because I’ve strayed so far from my former self that she feels like a distant memory.
However, the one place where old Kylie always felt at home was the library.
So, that’s where I’ll go. I can immerse myself in the stacks and remember that I’m a good person. Maybe that’ll do the trick.
A quick glance in the mirror tells me I need to take a shower first. I don’t just look a mess, I feel absolutely gross. It’s the downside of being totally stagnant for two days minus quick asides for food and bathroom breaks.
The spray of water on my head helps clear my mind. The hot pounding stings my skin while I soap my entire body, as if purging me of my former self. I scrub away, focusing on making sure every inch of my skin is clean.
Scrubbed clean of Tanner.
Something in my heart tears at the idea of washing him away, but it’s for the best. It’s not like we’re “in love” or anything. I should be able to easily let
this guy go, but it’s easier said than done.
My brief respite comes to an end when I step outside of the shower stall. Dripping wet, I look at myself. The light’s gone out of my eyes, but so be it. The only thing left to do is get dressed and walk over to the library as soon as possible. Once among the stacks, I’ll finally be able to tune out and forget these past couple of weeks.
I get outside and walk across the courtyard to the university library. It’s a stone building, beautifully crafted in the Gothic Revival style with turrets, ramparts, and a generally gloomy-but-stately feel. I’ve always felt most at ease within those walls, at tables surrounded by stacks and stacks of books. Here, there’s a whole world at my fingertips ready to be explored, and hopefully, the pages can work their magic again.
After I enter, everything is just as I remember it: the same sights, smells, everything.
“Hi, Kylie. Long time, no see.” My favorite librarian Barbara is at the counter today.
“Hi, Barbara. It has been a while. I got caught up in my mother’s wedding preparations and it’s been rather hectic.”
The middle-aged woman smiles kindly.
“Oh, I’d imagine. Your mom sounds like the type. Anything I can do to help?” she asks sympathetically. I confided in Barbara about how Veronica had become a Bridezilla in the weeks leading up to her big day.
“No thanks, I’m good. I came here to relax a little, and to take some time away from all that stuff. Once I’m in the stacks, I’ll be good.”
“Well, the books will always be here for you,” she motions. With a smile, I thank my favorite librarian and make my way deeper into the library.
Once I’m in the back, I take a deep breath. Just standing here is making me feel better. Usually, I would go to my regular spot, but today, I want to walk among the stacks. This is where I used to spend almost every night, and I haven’t been here in so long. Too long. I choose an aisle, hiding myself away and running my fingertips along the spines of various books.
A few minutes of meandering, and I’m feeling more like myself. I’m almost ready to sit down and crack open a book. I don’t even know where to start. The choices are endless, and each and every one is at my fingertips. I’m in an aisle, trying to decide on which tome to pull out, when I think I see someone around the corner. It’s not so weird for other people to be here, but something in the air shivers. My skin goes hot and somehow I know.
