Blue

by Jill Patten

  Moving my fingers steadily against her G-spot, I don’t stop until I feel her muscles clench tightly around them. Her entire body quivers in my arms, and she muffles the little sounds she makes in the crook of my neck. My appetite for sex has hit an all-time high. I’m on the verge of blowing jizz in my shorts.

  Sliding my fingers out, I start to sample a taste, but her limp body causes me to keep both hands under her ass so she doesn’t fall.

  “God, that’s the best finger fuck I’ve ever had in my life,” she says, still breathing so heavy that she sounds like she’s wheezing.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, seriously concerned. What if she suffers from asthma?

  “Seriously? Do I not look like I’m floating on top of the clouds?” She still gasps for air, but her hooded eyes tell me she’s elated.

  “Oh, girl, you look more than fine, but your breathing doesn’t sound fine.”

  Her legs drop from my hips, and she shimmies out of my hold. “Like I said, I’m fine. I just got…too hot,” she says as she starts waving her hand in front of her face to cool off. It’s warm out but not so much for her to sound like she ran five miles in the damn heat.

  “Sorry, I seem to have that effect on women,” I say jokingly. The heat we just built is quickly fizzling out. I have to do something to rebuild it.

  She laughs, then starts coughing, which makes her wheezing worse. I watch as the base of her throat deepens with each gasp. The muscles in her neck strain. Something’s not right. Bent over, she turns away from me and shuffles through the masses of people dancing.

  “Phoebe!” I call out for her, but my voice gets lost in the music thumping around us.

  I stand on my tip toes as I wade through the crowd, trying to keep my eye on her blond hair as she navigates farther away from me.

  And now I’ve lost her.

  Throwing elbows, I bulldoze through circles of drunken girls dancing, couples sharing moments like the one I just had with Phoebe, and guys stumbling around in a drunken daze. Some curse me as our shoulders rub a little too hard, or when my elbows “accidently” jab them as they bump into me. I’m on a mission and I don’t have time for any fools surrounding me.

  When I hit the clear, my eyes scan up and down the beach for any signs of her.

  I start to jog down the beach where we met this evening. If she goes anywhere it would have to be back toward her hotel.

  Afraid of missing her, I switch from jogging to walking. She can’t be far. Maybe she walked out toward the water to catch her breath, and she didn’t head this direction at all.

  Hell, who am I kidding? She can be hiding from me for all I know. Girls are so unpredictable, and I sure as hell don’t have time to figure them out. She could’ve gotten freaked out after she realized what we did in front of everybody. Or maybe she likes me more than what she wants, so her way to deal with it is to run. All I can do is keep searching for her. No matter what the reason is, I don’t like the thoughts of something truly being wrong with her and her being alone. There are too many fucking creepy guys around here looking for a girl in distress. She would be their perfect victim.

  It’s been at least thirty minutes or more when I finally spot her up the beach a little from where we were. Of all places to go, she chooses the exact opposite direction I thought she’d be. She’s sitting on the sand in a small secluded place surrounded by tall fescue.

  She has her arms wrapped around her legs with the side of her face resting on her knees. She’s facing the opposite direction and doesn’t see me as I walk up to her.

  “Hey,” I say softly. “What are you doing here all alone?”

  She lifts her head and turns it my way. Our eyes connect, and she smiles at me. It’s genuine.

  She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t say anything at all, but her eyes tell me she’s glad to see me.

  There is so much noise and commotion happening all around us, but the silence between us narrows in and we’re the only two existing at this moment.

  “You had me a little worried,” I say, surprised by my admission.

  She keeps staring at me, examining me. I watch her as her eyes shift from my hair, to my mouth, to my ears, and then back to my eyes.

  She speaks and it catches me off guard. “You should never worry about me. I’m tough as nails.” She’s no longer looking at me. Her eyes cast down at her feet. “Sorry about running off like I did. I got so hot.” She hesitates. “Once I start coughing, it takes me a while before I’m able to get it under control. I didn’t want to cause any more of a scene than we already had.” A smile reaches her eyes, and I know everything is okay between us.

  I want to ask her if she suffers from asthma, but she gives me the feeling she doesn’t want to talk about whatever she has going on.

  Looking around us, I say, “Looks like you found the perfect hiding spot. I’ll have to remember this for days to come.”

  “You mean you don’t know the beach like the back of your hand? Didn’t you grow up here?”

  I shrug and break off a piece of the tall grass to play with. “To be honest, I stay away from this area except during spring break. I prefer to be away from all the tourists. Living around here isn’t all peaches and cream. Dealing with vacationers all summer long sucks. It pays well and keeps the city alive, but it’s still shit to live in.”

  She nods, probably remembering our similar conversation earlier.

  The real truth is I prey on the out-of-towners, but she can’t know that. She can never know that. And for the first time in my life, I’m ashamed of what I do. No matter how rewarding I feel after helping those troubled kids I adore. The only way I’ll ever be able to erase my guilty conscience is by making it up to her.

  “Before you go back home, I want to take you surfing.” I need her close by me. The need to protect her while she’s here keeps scratching under my skin. As long as I can find ways to spend time with her, I’ll be able to keep the itch at bay.

  Her eyes widen when I mention surfing. “Really? That’s something on my bucket list I’ve never done.”

  “You have a bucket list? Are you on your death bed?”

  She rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to be dying to have a bucket list, silly. I’m just speaking figuratively.”

  “Yeah, I guess so,” I agree. “I’ll look to see what day they’re expecting the waves to be the best.”

  She laughs lightly. “Umm, I prefer the day they’re the smallest.”

  It’s so strange how our evening changed paths. When we first ordered drinks at the bar, I thought for sure our night would end with sex. Now, I’m surprised to see how content I am sitting here doing nothing but talking, enjoying each other’s company.

  The only other girl I’ve ever just talked to like this is Molly. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “Don’t worry, I’m a semi-professional. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

  “I’m holding you to that, you know? So if a great white decides to have one of my limbs as a snack, I’ll expect you to pay my medical bills.” She shivers for a second as if a chill came over her, or maybe she’s cringing at the thought of being eaten alive by a shark.

  “If anything bites you it’ll be me,” I say right as I make a snapping sound with my teeth, then place a chaste kiss on her cheek.

  She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “You’re such a dork.”

  I decide this moment is better than any to tell her who I am.

  “Phoebe, I have something to tell you.” Please don’t think I’ve been playing you.

  “Oh?” She whips her head in my direction. “What?”

  I blow out a deep breath and look at her. “When Molly introduced us yesterday, I already knew who you were.”

  Her eyebrows gather. “You did? How?”

  “Do you remember anything about that first night you got here?”

  Her eyes widen then she suddenly covers her hands over her face. “Oh God, no. Please don’t tell me I did something stupid. I was so
drunk,” she mumbles behind the palm of her hands.

  “Well, other than attacking me like a sex-starved madwoman and grabbing my dick, no, you were perfectly normal.” Chuckling, I smirk at her.

  “Oh nooo,” she moans, still covering her face with her hands. “That was you?”

  I nod. “I even have the panties to prove it.”

  She jerks her head up and looks at me horrified. “What? I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or mad. You turn me down but keep my panties? Who does that?” She drops her forehead to her knees.

  “Phoebe, believe me, turning you down has been one of the hardest decisions of my life. I wanted you…I still want you.”

  Facing me, she rests her cheek down on her knees. She stares at me as if she’s in deep thought, then suddenly stands up, turns toward me, and pushes my shoulders back, causing me to fall back on my elbows.

  Liquid courage has taken over. She’s definitely a lightweight.

  Phoebe stares at me as I watch her reach up underneath her skirt and pull her thongs down. Biting her bottom lip, her hooded eyes drink me in from head to toe right before she takes the tiny piece of material and tosses it to no man’s land.

  My dick strains so hard against my shorts it becomes painful. And as if she knows my suffering, she steps over my legs and straddles me. Only a couple steps more and I’ll have the perfect view of what I hope I’m about to feel.

  Instead, she sits down on my legs and her hands go straight to my hard-on. Her palm leisurely rubs over my cock before her fingers get busy working on my button and zipper. In an instant, she has my dick in her hand, and I sense a moment of déjà vu.

  Skin on skin contact sends a fiery current to every nerve ending in my body. I can’t even fathom how amazing it’ll feel once I’m buried inside of her.

  She gazes at me with lust-filled eyes as she works me with even, graceful strokes. It’s by far the best hand job I’ve ever had.

  That all-too familiar feeling stirs up deep within, and I know if she doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to miss my chance to get it in.

  I cover my hand around hers and stop her motion. “If we’re going to do this, and I mean from beginning to end, then I need to wrap it up. And I mean now.” Hopefully she hears the urgency in my voice.

  She nods in agreement. I pull the condom from my pocket, rip the foil, and no sooner than I get it rolled on she’s rubbing the head between her wet lips. I want this to be a slow and fulfilling fuck for the night, but something tells me she’s going to want to go fast and hard.

  Giving her full rein, I allow her to have me however she fucking wants me. And just like I thought, she sits down on me unyieldingly. I groan from the initial feel of her tightness sliding down over me. She plants both palms on my chest to give her leverage, and she rides me with a steady rhythm. I slide both hands up her thighs until I find the point where we are joined, and I start working my thumb on her clit. Her head falls back and pleasurable moans slip from her mouth.

  While I continue to work her sensitive bud, I use my other hand to free her tits from the top of her blouse. As she continues to ride me, I lean up and take one of her lush nipples into my mouth. A throaty groan buzzes through the air, and she bounces on me faster and harder than before.

  Hearing her harsh pants, I worry she’ll gas out before either of us finish. Tonight, I’m making sure we both get off. She slows the pace, but I continue working her until I begin to feel her contract around my dick. Within seconds, she’s shaking all over and moaning so loud I hear a few guys passing by yell and cheer us on.

  I can feel her muscles weaken around me, and I know she no longer has the strength to keep going, so I wrap my hands around her waist and set the pace I most desire. After her climax just moments ago, it doesn’t take long for me to find my own. I bounce her a few more times on my swollen dick as I finish off. She collapses on my chest, and we both lie motionless with heavy breaths.

  After lying still for a few minutes, I nudge her to make sure she hasn’t passed out.

  She turns her head to face me. “Can we just sleep here tonight…under the stars?” she mumbles against my chest.

  “I’d love to, but I don’t think we’d do much sleeping.” With quick reflexes, I flip her around so she’s underneath me. Her blond hair is splayed over her face, and it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen in a long time. I sweep the hair away so I can see her sexually sated eyes. “That was fucking awesome. If you’re up for it, I’d like to go for round two.” What I really want to tell her is she’s the best I’ve ever had, and that says a lot coming from my long list of fucks. But what I just had with her was more than just a single fuck. I actually felt something. What I felt I’m not sure. I can’t explain it.

  She smiles and nods, then fists the front of my shirt in her hands and pulls me straight to her lips.

  PHOEBE

  My best friends really do love me. When I entered our room last night after Blue walked me back, I expected to walk into a room full of puke. Not only was the place clean, they slept in the same bed together and left me the spare bed to myself.

  “You guys are the best,” I mutter in the dark before they fall asleep again.

  The darkness behind my eyelids is suddenly shifted to a blinding light. Who in the hell opened the damn curtains?

  “Wakey, wakey, ladies, hands off snakey.” Kristy’s voice rings throughout the room. She’s definitely feeling better, and I’m kind of wanting to bitch slap her at this moment. “I wasted an entire twenty-four hours in that stupid bathroom, and I’ll be damned if I spend another waking hour in this motherfucking room!”

  I hear the loud smack before I feel it.

  “You bitch!” I scream.

  “Get your big booty up, Miss Priss. I missed out on an entire day on the beach, and I’m ready to bake my skin until I’m golden brown. Look how gorgeous it is outside. Not a single cloud in the sky.”

  “If you touch my ass again like that, you won’t live long enough to see the beach.” I glare at her. Nothing pisses me off more than for someone to slap my ass when I’m not expecting it, and she knows that. “I actually felt sorry for you but, hell no. That was pure evil spewing from your mouth and ass. Serves you right.”

  Looking at Tiffanny, I say sweetly, “I feel horrible you were not only deathly sick but stuck with her for a whole day feeling like shit. That had to be the worst torture you’ve ever experienced.”

  Tiffanny stretches in bed then props her head up on two pillows. “I’m not gonna lie, it sucked, but it was better having her with me than being stuck by myself while you two were out having a good time.” She rolls onto her stomach and faces me. “Speaking of, what did you do all day yesterday without us?”

  The time to tell them about Blue is coming sooner than expected. I normally tell them about any and all guys I’m interested in, but Blue is different. For one, he’s not permanent, nor will he ever be. Second, we’re only friends who like to fool around a little bit. And third, I don’t want them harassing me or acting like fools when they meet him.

  Deciding not to tell them about my bikini top mishap, I start off with when I met Molly and how she introduced me to her cute surfer brother.

  “So that’s it?” Kristy asks. “No mind-blowing sex? No oral? Just a boring as hell kiss followed by talking all night?” She says the word talking as if it’s acid on her tongue. “Have I not taught you anything?” She shakes her head and makes a tsking sound. “You disappoint me. I disappoint myself. I thought I taught you better than that,” she says out loud to herself.

  “Technically, I’ve only known him for like a day. I never said we wouldn’t have sex, I just said it’s not happened yet.” I debate with myself on whether or not I should continue to drag them along in my charade. And I’m sure as hell not telling them I had an episode immediately after and had to disappear so I could use my inhaler. That’s a definite no.

  Kristy snaps her head up from digging through her suitcase. “Two days is two too ma
ny. We’re only here for five days and one of them doesn’t count because our flight leaves at the crack ass of dawn,” she says, then starts flinging panties and bras from her suitcase as she searches for something.

  What the hell. Just bite the bullet. “Would you stay off my back if I told you he finger-fucked me and gave me the best orgasm of my life?”

  This time they both whip their heads my direction with jaws dropped open and eyes as big as saucers.

  In unison, they both call me a bitch. I tease them with my evil witch laugh.

  “Oh, I’ve got to meet this guy ASAP,” Tiffanny says. “His hands need to be thoroughly inspected. You know, for good measure and all,” she adds, laughing.

  “Finally!” Kristy exclaims as she pulls her pink and black bikini from the pile of clothes she created. I’m not sure if she’s singing praises over my orgasm or because she found her bathing suit. “Umm, we need to meet him to see if he’s good enough for our girl.”

  I cock my head to the side. “Really, you don’t.” Sometimes they can be so protective, and I don’t need them to say something that will cause him to question me. “You’re not my mother. I don’t need your seal of approval.” I pause, thinking about his arrogant but sweet personality. “Actually, he’s a good guy. I haven’t found anything wrong with him yet. And I don’t think I’m going to. I mean, his sister introduced us, and surely she’s not going to allow her brother to meet up with a seemingly nice girl like myself,” I say, pointing to my chest while cheesing really big.

  Tiffanny and Kristy both roll their eyes and throw whatever is within their reach at me—a pillow and a bra. Dodging them both, I laugh then fall back on the bed. “I’m so glad you two feel better. Now we can really get this vacation started.”

  “Sounds like you’ve already started it without us,” Tiffanny says.

  “Well, I only have one question. Does he have friends?” Kristy adds.

  I knew it was only a matter of time before Kristy asked her world famous question.