by LL Meyer
When she’s gone, Jason says, “Did you see that? I kept my hand off her ass and everything.”
“Yeah, you’re a real hero. You going to make more of these?”
“I guess I have to. Get me some more tequila, will you?”
I’m halfway to the pantry when he calls me back. “Hey, Dane?”
“Yeah?”
“She’s totally going to go for it.”
I groan. “Shut up. You’re going to jinx it.”
But as I pull out the box of tequila, which is down to three bottles, I’m thinking that he’s right. Compared to her friends out by the pool, she’s not much different around Jason than she is around me; completely relaxed and happy. And I can feel the sexual tension when Jason’s around, but I don’t know if it’s only between me and her or what.
I swear under my breath when I realize my dick’s hard. And these shorts don’t hide much. I troll my head for something else to think about, like what her friends were saying to her at the door. So maybe I was being a bit stalkerish by listening through the intercom, but I didn’t like what I heard at all. Especially that trailer-park crack. I officially hate that Scary bitch. They were critical and condescending, and that’s why I’d gone to rescue her. The thought of her being subjected to their further criticism gets me moving, and I deliver the tequila to Jason.
Outside, her friends have set up umbrellas and chairs at the end of the pool. The two guys are in the water, Jenna’s snuggling with her boyfriend, and Lily is sitting between Scary and Crazy. By the look on her face, they’re already putting the screws to her. Our eyes meet across the pool, and I jerk my head to tell her that I want to see her.
As she walks over, she’s undoing one of her braids. I spread my legs and pat the chair.
“What are you doing?” I ask her as she sits down.
In stark contrast to earlier, she now looks dejected, depressed almost. “They don’t like my braids.”
“So?”
Her fingers falter in their task, and then the expression that comes over her face is almost comical in its relief. As she quickly re-braids her hair, she says, “Dane? You don’t think I’m boring, do you?”
“What?” What the hell kind of a question is that?
“Scary is always telling me to stop being a dishrag.”
I look at her like she’s lost her mind. “Lil, you and I both know she’s a stupid, skanky ho whose opinion should have no bearing whatsoever on our lives.”
She blows out a breath. “I guess. I don’t know why she always gets to me.”
Because you’ve been kicked so many times you don’t know which way is up, I think. But I just smile at her and pull her into a kiss that lingers and soon involves more than a little tongue. It’s amazing how I could make out with her all day long; I don’t think I could ever get tired of it.
“Nice of you guys to keep our guests entertained.”
Jason so rudely interrupts our moment, and I then realize that Lily’s sprawled across my chest and my hand is wrapped around her ass.
Lily turns her head, but leaves it resting on my shoulder to look at Jason. “Are they all looking this way?”
“Yup. But at least the guys are pretending not to be interested. The girls have got their mouths hanging open.”
I feel her smile. “Good,” she says vindictively. “I think they’re being extra mean to me because they’re jealous.”
I laugh. “Are you using me, Pretty Girl?”
“Is that okay? I mean, I didn’t feel any objection,” she wiggles her hips against my erection, “but if you don’t want to participate in any further attempts to make them jealous, I wouldn’t blame you.”
I slap her ass gently, making her jump. “Don’t get smart with me. I want them as jealous as they can get. Why don’t you take them some drinks and then mention that I’m going to teach you to drive on Jason’s Porsche?”
Jason chokes on his margarita. “Wait. What?”
She just giggles as she peels herself off of me and then rearranges her bikini top, giving me a pretty good look at what’s already mine. Jason and I watch her make her way over with the tray of drinks.
“Fuck,” Jason says from beside me. “Who knew that body was hiding under her clothes?”
I groan. “I know. And it feels even better than it looks.”
As I’m taking a sip of my margarita, I notice Jenna making out with her boyfriend, albeit with a bit more decorum than me and Lil. I gesture with my glass. “That’s got to stop. We should throw him out.”
Jason follows my gaze. “She’d never forgive us. She’s going to have to figure out he’s a douche on her own.”
“We could take the car away.” We bought her a BMW for her twenty-first birthday, and her boyfriend drives it like it’s his.
Jason doesn’t bother answering me because he knows I’m just throwing mean shit out there now.
“Hey, how about one last dive into strange?”
“What?” he sputters. “Don’t change the subject like that when we’re talking about our sister. And what the hell are you talking about?”
“That Scary bitch over there is picking on our Pretty Girl.”
His eyes zero in on Glory who’s laughing at something Charmaine is saying. “No, no. You know how fake tits freak me out. And anyway, I’d have to wait another couple weeks to go get tested. I’m not going without for longer to do that.”
The sour look on his face has me laughing.
“Well, then don’t actually fuck her. Just lead her on a bit, get her to like you, and then don’t call her.”
“When did you get so mean, brother?”
I scoff. “She basically called Lily trailer trash to her face.”
He looks at me suspiciously. “Are you making that shit up, so I’ll do it? Because Pretty Girl’s not going to be so willing if she thinks I’m a manwhore, and a mean one at that.”
“Don’t be a pussy. She already knows.”
“I guess I could get her to blow me with a rubber. I kinda like those.”
“Perfect,” I say. “And then when she wants your number, tell her it was no good.”
Jason’s eyebrows go up. “Remind me never to cross you.”
The rest of the afternoon goes really well, probably because I’m drunk. The music is loud, we order pizza, and we laugh a lot and drink more. The original separation between the two camps fades away, and Lily has forgotten her friends’ meanness and is also having a great time. In the back of my mind, I know that I should stop drinking; my pessimistic side tells me that someone is going to fall in the pool and be too drunk to save themselves and we’re going to get sued. But for once my optimistic side is in charge.
By early evening I finally cut myself off because my balls are aching with the need to fuck my girlfriend. I don’t want to take the chance of hurting her by being plastered, so I settle for a healthy buzz. Jason and I have moved back to our camp and are sitting back, watching everything unfold when I text her.
Stop drinking. I don’t want you comatose when I fuck u.
When she reads it, she looks across the pool at me, but I pretend to be talking to Jason.
“What’d you say to her?” he asks me, obviously amused by her expression.
I tell him and then feel my phone vibrate.
Finally. Is that all a girl has to do to get fucked around here?
I laugh and then forward her message to Jason. “Don’t laugh, though,” I tell him. “Or she’ll know I sent it to you.” I text her back.
I wdn’t be so cocky. Remember I sd u’d have to pay? Well, ur bill is huge.
Jason and I are practically giggling together like preteens who’ve found their dad’s stash of Playboys. And she keeps the texts coming.
I drunk. U can’t intimidate me. I take ur huge bill like I always do.
I groan. “She’s awesome, isn’t she?”
When he receives the text, he laughs. “She is.”
“So you all set with Scary?”
He shrugs. “Yeah.”
We both look over to see her staring at him.
“I told her that half the house is mine, and just like that, she became much more attentive.”
We launch into a bullshit, drunken conversation about the shallowness of womankind until I can’t wait anymore. I text her again, but this time I show it to Jason before I send it.
“You think that’s a good idea?” he asks.
“I think it’s a great idea. If she does it, I’ll give you a peek at her.”
“Send it,” he says eagerly.
I want u naked, face down on my bed, legs spread, eyes closed. BRT.
It takes her a few seconds to read, understand, and agree to what’s on the screen. And to her credit, she doesn’t even look over here to confirm anything with me, just saunters away in her super-hot black bikini.
“Oh my God,” I say, a bit shocked. “She’s going to do it. How long should I wait? I want to go now.”
“The longer you wait, the better it’ll be.”
“Yes, thank you, oh wise one.”
We hold out for exactly six minutes. Everyone’s too drunk to notice we’re both leaving, though Jason makes sure Scary isn’t watching him. Is it risky that I’m letting Jason come? Yeah. Am I still going to do it? Yeah. I only hope it’s not a bad decision brought on by alcohol consumption.
My bedroom door is slightly ajar and I peek in first. Fuck. There she is exactly like I told her, on her stomach, completely naked, spread out for me. She’s softly singing a song from earlier to herself. I push the door open a bit and let Jason see.
His eyes widen.
“Eyes shut, Pretty Girl?” She jumps a bit at the sound of my voice.
“Eyes shut,” she confirms, giggling sweetly.
Her head is facing the bathroom, so Jason and I go to the near side of the bed. I run my fingers up her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. When I reach her neck, I wrap my fingers around her chin to hold her head in place and I nod to Jason.
I watch his fingertips slide up from her ankle all the way to the apex of her thighs and then across her ass and back down the other leg. I don’t know how long she thinks my reach is, but I hope she’s too drunk to notice.
Jason motions that he’s going to spank her. I hold up an inch between my thumb and forefinger, telling him just a small one. The sound of the smack echoes in the room. She jerks in my grip and her eyes fly open in surprise, but she can’t see behind her.
“Eyes closed,” I say softly. She obeys. “Did that hurt?”
She’s squirming a bit as she answers. “No?” It comes out as a question.
Jason smooths his palm over her pink cheek, brushing away the sting until he gets a moan out of her.
Fuck me, Jason mouths. I nod in agreement. We’ve barely even touched her, and it’s like the best thing ever.
Another smack reverberates in the air, and this time she cries out and I can feel her pulse racing under my grip. While Jason’s rubbing the sting out of that one, I ask her, “What’s your safeword, Lil?”
It takes her a second, but she finally whispers “penny” in a shaky voice.
“Do you need to use it?”
“No.” It’s not a question.
Jason hits her again, this time at the junction of her thighs. Her cry is louder, but I don’t think it’s pain that’s bringing on the volume. My cock is as solid as it gets now as I watch him smooth his palm over her again and again. But then the fucker goes too far by brushing his fingers between her legs over her swollen pussy. She moans and her hips move on the bed. He didn’t push into her, but it was enough that he’s now got his fingers in his mouth, tasting her.
And my fucked-up mind reaches its limit of how far I can push Jason’s being here without her consent.
I jerk my head at the door, and at first he looks at me with utter defiance. And you know what? I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t want to go either, but I’m worried now that this was a huge mistake. I look down at her red ass and then at him, jerking my head at the door again. He has to go.
He swears at me silently, but leaves, shutting the door as quietly as possible. When he’s gone I feel like I can breathe easier, and I realize I’ve been holding her down pretty tightly. I let go of her and some of the tension leaves her body. Leaning down to kiss her neck, I whisper to her, “Is my Pretty Girl okay?”
She’s a bit slow to answer, but she finally gives me a nod. I place kiss after kiss down her spine and when I get to her tailbone, I pull away. “Leave your head on the bed, and get on your knees.”
She doesn’t move. “Dane?” She sounds hesitant, scared even. God, it’s so easy for me to forget that she’s so inexperienced.
I go around the bed and lie down beside her. “Open your eyes.”
They flutter open. There’s a lot more than just fear in those eyes; there’s want and confusion, too.
I grin at her. “Are you okay?”
She nods cautiously.
“Are you worried that you shouldn’t be so turned on?”
She looks so guilty. I know I’m right.
When she doesn’t speak, I do. “I know this is all new to you, but you don’t ever have to feel ashamed. What we do is between you and me.” That brings on a twinge of guilt. I’m such an asshole. “And if I ever do something that you don’t like, just use your safeword and it’ll end.”
She gets a bit teary and suddenly I’m worried. I stroke her face.
“But I don’t want to disappoint you,” she says like it’s the worst thing she can possibly imagine.
Oh shit. She’s twisting my heart now. “You could never disappoint me. I’ve done all this stuff before, right? We need to find your limits. And I’m going to keep pushing you, so eventually, you’re going to have to use it. And it’s for my benefit, too. I don’t want to be doing stuff that’s hurting you or scaring you. That’s not a turn-on at all. Okay?”
She nods, looking more confident now.
“Did you want the spanking to stop?” I ask her.
She bites her lip, but shakes her head.
“Do you want to get on your knees for me?”
A puff of air parts her lips in response. I kiss them briefly. “Should I take that as a yes?”
She nods, making me smile.
“Then get on your knees, ‘cause I need to be inside you.”
I get rid of my bathing suit and then go around to the drawer in the bedside table for a condom, watching her push her knees up under herself. When I come back around behind her, I have to just stop and stare.
“Jesus.” She’s literally dripping wet with a rivulet of moisture running down the inside of her thigh. With my index and middle fingers, I sweep it up and then reach around her.
“Open your mouth.” She does and I insert my fingers. “Suck,” I tell her. “What does that taste like?”
“Me,” she says around my fingers.
“I think you liked the spanking.”
She nods, a sly expression spreading across her face, still sucking on my fingers. Little minx.
“How much did you like it?”
She doesn’t answer, so I carefully give her another swat on the ass with my left hand. She grunts, but doesn’t let my fingers go.
“I can’t hear you.” She just continues to suck, her ass swaying a bit in the air. Fuck, she’s playing with me.
“Do you know what happens to bad little girls?” I ask her smoothly, watching her eyes sink to half-mast. “They get punished.” I know she’s just expecting another smack, but what fun is the expected? I run my palm up and over her ass until it’s resting gently on her tailbone, and I move my middle finger into position over her back door. She’s still waiting for a smack, but I push down, putting enough pressure that her eyes shoot open and her mouth lets my fingers go. She gathers her arms under herself to pull away but I grab her neck and hold her in place. “Uh, uh.”
“Dane,” she gasps.
“Yes?”
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p; She doesn’t know what to say, she’s just breathing hard, and trying to squirm herself away from my finger, but I follow her around.
“How much did you like the spanking?”
“A lot,” she gasps. “I liked it a lot.”
I let go of her and she collapses down onto the bed.
“Now can I fuck you?”
She giggles tiredly. “Yes.”
The sound of the foil draws her attention, and she watches with hungry eyes like she always does as I roll on the condom.
I don’t tell her to get back on her knees; she does it on her own. “Like this?” she asks, lowering her head to the bed, tucking her arms into herself. The sight of her like that makes me shudder; the curve of her back, the roundness of her just slapped ass in the air, her pussy and back door on display.
I move behind her, and at this point I think I’ll die if I have to wait any longer. Rubbing myself along her entrance, I begin sinking into her razing heat ever so slowly, inch by torturous inch, giving her body a chance to adjust. Watching myself disappear into her at such an unhurried pace is enough to stretch my patience to the limit. And to make matters worse, she’s vocalizing like crazy, and her pussy is swinging like a pendulum between clenching tight and relaxing. When I’m finally all the way in, her entire passage is quivering and the need to move in her is overpowering.
“Okay?” I grind out, my fingers gripping her hips.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I start to move, pulling quite a bit out before I push back into her. God, over and over. Every stroke like paradise. I’m lost in the push and pull, when she starts making those noises that tell me she’s close. And then abruptly, all I want is for her to come, for her to reach that point of total exclusion of all else except the bliss.
I reach around to brush my fingers on her clit. It doesn’t take long; she bucks against the rhythm when she comes with a rough moan, her passage trying to wring me dry – and then I’m flying right along with her.
