by S. C. Adams
“Why did you stop?” I ask, hoping for an encore.
“I felt silly because you were staring at me,” she says softly with her head tucked down. I place my hand underneath her chin and lift her rosy face.
“I couldn’t stop staring because your voice was mesmerizing,” I confess. Her eyes perk up, and her sheepish demeanor suddenly disappears.
“Really?” she asks in a state of disbelief.
“Yes,” I say, hoping to convince her to croon a few more lyrics. My prayers are answered as she softly begins to sing over top of the whiny voice coming through the stereo. The chills return, and my body shivers as she plateaus and shifts octaves. I could listen to her angelic voice all day long.
I zoom into the driveway of the heather gray beach house, not wanting to waste a moment of our time together. Her cheeks are filled with glee as she smiles from ear to ear. Seeing her this excited makes me a little nervous. I want this weekend to be perfect for her, so I can’t screw anything up. I hop out of the driver’s seat and swing around to her side of the car, holding her hand as she jumps down to the ground. As I grab our suitcases from the trunk, she admires my bulging muscles. I flex them a little bit just to tease her, and she falls for my bait, flashing a grin.
I slowly unlock the front door, hoping my efforts prove fruitful. I take a deep breath as I flick the light switch on, revealing the spectacle I’d rushed here after work to create. She gasps as her jaw drops, and a wave of relief comes over my body.
“Mason, did you do this for me?” she asks, already knowing the answer to her own question.
“Of course,” I say as I drop our suitcases by the door. She turns toward me, and those glowing cinnamon bun eyes make me sweet on her.
“I love it, thank you,” she says with sincerity. The petite brunette stands on her tippy toes as she kisses me with her soft pink lips. Damn, those lips make me want to toss her onto the couch and make her call out my name as I stroke her soaking wet cunt. But I’ll save that for later.
“You’re welcome. Are you hungry?” I ask, trying to keep my hands off of her at least until after dinner. I want to feed her first and then feel her body tremble in my hands as I thrust my solid piece of wood deep inside of her.
“Starving,” she says as she places her hands on her stomach.
“How about baked chicken, garlic butter scallops, and parmesan asparagus?” My stomach growls at the mention of the spread I plan to cook for her. I chuckle, and she giggles as well. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“That sounds delicious! It’s a definitely.”
“Good. You make yourself at home while I whip everything up. And if you’re hungry now, there’s a box of jelly donuts in the kitchen with your name on it.”
“You remembered.” Her eyes light up, followed by a huge grin.
“Of course I did. I used to watch you eat jelly-filled pastries after every single game. There’s no way I could ever forget your favorite snack.”
I grab her hand and lead her into the kitchen. She instantly spots the box of donuts and seizes one, plopping onto a stool and munching on it. I open the fridge and take out all of the ingredients I’ll need to make Tessa a home-cooked meal.
“Need any help?” I hear her ask from over my shoulder.
“No, I’ve got it,” I reply. I don’t want her to lift a single finger on this mini vacation. I want to cater to her every want and need, leaving nothing to be desired. She watches as pots and pans clank in my hands and munches another jelly donut as I cook a warm meal for her growling belly.
I hope I’ve thought of everything. I don’t want to miss a beat. I want to profess my love to her this weekend, so everything has to be just right. She knows she’s special to me, but I need her to know how deeply in love with her I truly am. The girl has her name stamped across my heart, but she doesn’t even know it. I have to tell her before the summer ends and she goes back to Manhattan for another year of school.
I pour two glasses of white wine, one for me and the other for Tessa. She may be under twenty-one, but she’s definitely mature enough to handle a glass of aged grapes. Plus, I’m sure she was introduced to a beer or two at the college parties she went to.
“Cheers!” she says as she clanks her wine glass against mine and then takes a sip of the fermented beverage. She holds it with class, almost as if she’s done this before. “Mmm, that’s really great wine.”
I place a generous plate in front of her, and she inhales the savory scents on the dish. Then I light the candle between us. The flame glows as it burns brightly. It highlights her gorgeous face as I stare at her from across the intimate table.
“I hope you like it. I’m not really a chef, but I tried,” I chuckle nervously.
“I bet it’s delicious,” she says. The curvy young lady takes her fork and digs into the plate without any coyness. She loves to eat and doesn’t try to hide that one bit. I’m glad she’s not the type to count every calorie. She closes her eyes as she chows down on the baked chicken. A moan releases from her lips. “This is so good.”
“Really?” I don’t usually cook, and most of my meals I pick up from takeout restaurants, but I wanted to do something special for Tessa, so I took a chance and threw an apron on.
“Yeah, really,” she giggles. I smile as I watch her indulge in the dish I cooked for her. I’m so focused on her that I forget to eat myself. “Your plate’s getting cold,” she laughs again. God, that laugh does something to me. Her harmonic chuckle makes me want to kiss her plump lips. I laugh as I stuff a forkful in my mouth. To my surprise, she’s right – this isn’t half bad.
The roaring ocean breaks the stillness of the night. She stares out at the raging sea from the back porch as I wash the dishes. She watches the waves crash against one another as I look on at her silhouette in the moonlight. The white dress she’s wearing gracefully blows with the wind, showing off her curves from every angle. She reminds me of Helen of Troy – the most beautiful woman in the world that thousands of men had gone to war over.
I dry my hands and walk up behind her goddess-like figure. I place them on her lovely hips and stare at the ferocious sea right along with her. The crashing waves are actually pretty soothing. A storm is brewing, but for some reason, I feel calm here with her. She turns toward me and kisses me with those juicy lips.
“I’m glad I’m here with you,” she says. The girl makes me grin uncontrollably.
“I’m glad you’re here too.” The gleaming moonlight, combined with the several glasses of wine in the pit of my stomach, convince me that the time is right. I push her curls behind her ears, exposing her delicate face. She doesn’t have an ounce of makeup on, but she still looks stunning. She’s a bombshell without even trying. “Tessa, there’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
“What is it?” she asks. I swallow hard as I work up the courage to say the words I’ve felt for years now but have never had the nerve to say.
“Maybe it’s too soon, but I have to say it.” Here goes nothing. “I’m in love with you, and I have been since our first away game your sophomore year when I sat next to you on the bus because you were sitting all alone. I told you stories that made you laugh so hard that your big beautiful brown eyes leaked tears. The day I heard that laugh, I realized it was a sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.” The words fall out of my mouth thanks to the wine I gulped down. She stares at me intensely without saying a single word. What could be going through her mind? Shit, did I just blow it? I probably scared the young woman with my burst of words. One less glass of wine would have saved me from the humiliation of exposing my feelings too soon. What was I thinking?
“I’m in love with you too,” she finally says, gripping my hands tightly in hers. “I realized it the day I was waiting for my mom to come pick me up in the rain, but she was running late, so you offered to give me a ride home. I was still down about tripping over my own feet the day before at our game as I ran to catch the ball. I was so embarrassed I�
��d caused my team to lose that I thought about quitting, but you wouldn’t let me. In the car, you told me that I was star and that I shouldn’t let one mistake cause me to give up. You convinced me to stay on the team and made me believe I could do anything,” she says with tears in her eyes.
“You can do anything,” I reassure her. “Tessa, you have the potential to do anything you set your mind to. I promise, I’ll always be here to encourage you whenever doubts run through your mind. I’m never going to give up on you, Tessa.”
We lock lips again, and my uncontrollable heart tries to beat out of my chest. I pull her close, holding her tightly in my muscular arms as if afraid of letting her go. Her knees become weak from our intense smooch, but I catch her, holding her body up against mine. She runs her fingers along my back as I kiss her like I’ll never get another chance to feel her soft lips again.
The passionate peck sends blood rushing to my once dormant cock. A gust of wind blows around us, but it isn’t strong enough to cool down the heat between Tessa and me. She claws my back as I cause her to swoon in my arms. This girl is ready; I can feel the steam spewing from her hot, moist cunt. I lift her into the air, and her eyes plead with me to save her, like a damsel in distress. I know exactly what this maiden needs. The waves continue to crash against one another as I carry her into the house. Lightning cracks the night, and as the thunder roars, I know the sea and the sky won’t be the only ones howling tonight.
16
Mason
Music chimes from a merry-go-round as the eager children riding around on colorful horses in a circle cheer with glee. Behind the monotonous ride is a line of teenagers waiting to get on the Ferris wheel. Among the adolescents is Tessa, standing out in her royal blue sundress. I watch her from a distance, and occasionally she makes eyes back at me, teasing me with her sexy little grin.
We’ve managed to keep our relationship under wraps for a month now, hiding it from everyone we know. It’s been easy hiding within my man cave, but right now, it’s pretty damn hard to keep my distance from this woman I’ve lain with so many times. Somehow, I have to fight this urge to scoop her up in my arms and kiss her in the middle of Sunnyside’s annual graduation fair. Every year, the town celebrates its recent graduates by hosting a week-long celebration with rides, games, and a hell of a lot of food. Last year, I watched Tessa discreetly as well, but this time, we’re both keeping an eye on each other.
The neighborhood boys gawk at her from the back of the line. They can look all they want, but she belongs to me, so they’ll never get a chance to touch her. Those kids could never make her body shake as she bursts into completion the way that I can. I know her body inside and out, far better than anyone else.
“Mason, good to see you,” Roger says as he plants his hand firmly on my upper back, catching me by surprise. Holy shit, did he just witness me ogling his precious baby girl? My nerves are a wreck as I turn toward Tessa’s father, but his wide smile soothes my anxiety. The unsuspecting papa bear has no idea his daughter has been sneaking out of their house every night to come stay with me. If he had any sort of inkling, his eyes would be full of rage instead of the friendly glow they have about them right now.
“It’s good to see you too, Roger,” I say, almost choking on my words. He might not know the truth about my relationship with Tessa, but I still feel nervous in his presence. I wonder if he knows I’m hiding something. I guess that’s just my own personal guilt festering inside of me.
“It’s been a while. I think the last time we ran into each other was at the Martins’ barbeque,” he says. A massive lump in my throat prevents me from swallowing. That was the same exact night I took his daughter’s virginity and turned her into a woman. “Did you end up taking home any single moms that night?” he jokes as he lightly jabs my ribcage with his elbow.
I wipe sweat beads from my forehead with the back of my hand. Fuck. Can he tell that I’m sweating profusely because I’m a nervous wreck right now? The poor guy doesn’t have a clue that I have hot, rough sex with his daughter every single night. I would never have thought the newly active teen would have such an insatiable sexual appetite, but she can’t seem to get enough of my deep strokes.
“Yeah, it’s been that long,” I chuckle nervously. “But I actually ended up going home alone that night.” Technically, this isn’t a lie. I had dropped Tessa off at their home and then headed to my pad alone.
“You’ll get them next time,” he says as he pats my back again, nearly knocking the wind out of me. Oh shit, maybe he does know. “Tessa’s somewhere around here.” He turns his head and looks in the opposite direction of where she’s standing.
“I’m sure I’ll see her strolling around with her friends soon,” I say as if I haven’t been staring at her this entire time. Elaine makes her way through a crowd of bustling teens and over to us.
“Mason, it’s so great to see you,” she says as she clings to her husband’s arm. “I never got the chance to thank you for driving Tessa home the day of the Martins’ barbeque.” Here she goes mentioning that damn barbeque too. A knot forms in my stomach as Tessa’s parents continuously mention the night I snuck into their daughter’s bedroom and turned her from a pure white virgin into a hot and horny sex fiend. I wish they would stop talking about that night, not just because I feel guilty, but also because I’m getting aroused from remembering how innocent her body was until I slid my thick shaft into her gushing box.
“It’s no big deal, Elaine,” I say.
“You were always so helpful when it came to her. Thanks for always giving her a little bit of special attention,” the grateful mother says. I have to get the hell away from Tessa’s parents. They wouldn’t be so thankful if they knew about the special attention I’ve been giving their princess lately. “Where is Tessa?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been looking for her,” Roger says as he continues to look in the direction opposite of the Ferris wheel.
“Oh, there she is!” Elaine says as she points over at her daughter. “Mason, why don’t you come say hi?” She yanks my arm, pulling me toward the royal blue dress hugging Tessa’s curves. Dammit, if I get any closer to the siren’s beckoning body, I just might lose all control and fervently kiss her in front of all of Sunnyside. Roger follows closely behind as his wife drags me toward their daughter.
Tessa’s eyes widen like a deer caught in the headlights as she sees her mother hauling me over to her with her father in close proximity. Panic sweeps across her reddened face. She probably thinks her parents have found out about us and are about to expose us to all of our neighbors. I wish I could tell her everything is alright and that our secret is still safe, but I can’t right now.
“Tessa, look at who it is!” Elaine shrieks. The beauty queen teen locks eyes with me, and I try my best to reassure her not to worry. My eyes seem to convince her to allow her panic to flee.
“Hi, Coach Mason,” she says softly as she stares at the ground, hiding those warm amber eyes from me. Boy, is it hard to control myself around the irresistible girl. I need to feel her, just for a brief second. Just the touch of her cute little hand in mine will suffice, but I can’t get too close to her. Any display of affection would cause an uproar at the graduation carnival.
While other couples are canoodling on the Ferris wheel and in the spinning teacups, Tessa and I have to leer at one another all the way across the festive grounds. This is the closest I’ve been to her all afternoon, and even still, I can’t actually touch her. She’s like an exhibit of a work of art, something beautiful that I can admire but will get in a lot of trouble if I touch.
“Hey, Tess. It’s good to see you.” I greet her as if I haven’t seen her in a while, when in reality, she was just in my bed a few hours ago, purring like a kitty as I licked her pussycat.
“Hey, Coach Mason!” Nicole chimes in. The bubbly blonde seems to always be full of energy.
“Hi, Nicole. How’s your summer been so far?” I ask as I try to keep my eyes off of Tessa. She
isn’t playing fair by wearing that damn royal blue dress. The tempting teen knows an outfit like that will drive me wild, transforming me into a beast that can’t control his primal instincts.
“Pretty good. How about yours?” she asks. I try to focus on her tall best friend, but my eyes keep wandering back over to Tessa. Is it obvious that I just want to take her in my arms and kiss those luscious lips? Hopefully, her parents can’t tell or else all hell will break loose.
“That’s good to hear. Mine has been okay so far,” I say. “It’s been good seeing all of you.” I try to make an exit, but Elaine refuses to let me go. She holds me in her clutches tightly, and I feel like I’m being held hostage.
“Tessa, don’t be rude. Aren’t you going to give Coach Mason a hug?” her mother asks. A touch from the youthful beauty would send shivers throughout my figure and a flow of blood to the tool in my pants. The hard-on I’d get from her warm body would scare the teen girls in line with her away. I want to feel her in my arms, but I know the result of her touch could expose our relationship.
“Mom, stop it,” Tessa says as her plump cheeks suddenly become scarlet. The shy girl looks up, and our eyes meet, casting everyone else at the carnival out of my thoughts. She runs her fingers through her soft coils and tosses her hair to one side. I’d give anything to hold a handful of those sweet smelling curls right now. Gravity and Elaine are both pulling me toward Tessa right now. I have to get away from this girl before it’s too late.
