by Alexa Riley
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says before shaking his head like he can’t believe I’m sitting in front of him. My face warms at the simple compliment. His words are plain but exquisite. “Going to make this the best birthday you ever had, babe.”
I know he will.
16
Ren
“Yes, my eyes are closed,” she giggles.
“Promise not to peek?” I ask, looking at her blindfold.
“I promise.”
I sit her down in the chair and make sure everything is perfect. Then I walk up behind her and take off the blindfold, wrapping my arms around her.
“Happy birthday, Lily.”
“Oh, Ren.” She lifts her hands to her mouth, and I move beside her to make sure she’s okay.
I see tears in her eyes, and I look around to make sure it’s okay, suddenly worried I didn’t get it right. I took her out to dinner at the Italian place downtown, and she laughed and smiled the whole time. I told her not to order dessert because I had a surprise for her. I’d told my mom it was Lily’s birthday and asked her if she would help me make a cake for her. I wanted to do it myself, but I knew I would have questions. I explained to her that I wanted to surprise Lily, so she said she and my dad would have a date night tonight and give us some space. I thought that was pretty cool of her, considering she’s leaving me in the house alone with my girlfriend. But I think she knows that Lily isn’t simply a girlfriend. That this is something much deeper.
“Is it okay?” I ask as she wipes away tears.
“It’s perfect.” She gives me a watery smile and leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“I made it myself. Vanilla cake with vanilla icing. I didn’t have much help either.”
She laughs and gives me another kiss.
“Quick, make a wish,” I say, looking at the lit candles.
“It already came true,” she says, not taking her eyes off me.
“Then let's make new ones together.” I grip her hand, and she turns to the cake, closing her eyes and blowing out the candles.
Afterwards, she turns to me and gives me another kiss, this time it’s longer and deeper. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth and I moan at the touch. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her to me, sitting down in her chair and putting her on my lap. We kiss like that for a while, but eventually she’s not satisfied with only kissing. She moves her mouth to my neck and rubs my chest and arms with eager hands. I’ve got one hand on her lower back and one laid on her bare thigh. Her dress has ridden up slightly, but I haven’t moved my hand. I want to so badly, but I don’t want to do anything she isn’t ready for.
Her mouth on my neck has me clenching every part of my body while my cock throbs under her ass. I jerked off before I left the house, thinking about her and how innocent she looked today. I thought it would be enough to get me through the night, but I should have known one touch from her would erase all my good work.
“Ren, will you show me your room?” Her words are soft and muffled against my neck, but I hear them as clearly as if she would have shouted them.
I inhale, my breath shaky as I try to think of a reason not to. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, babe.”
She leans back and looks at me through her lashes, and Christ, I want to give her whatever she wants. Her eyes are pleading, and I can feel her need for me just as strongly as I feel the pulse in my cock.
“Please,” she whispers.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and try to be the voice of reason. “Lily, I want to take you to my room so bad, I could throw you over my shoulder and carry you.” She smiles at my response, and it makes it even more difficult to turn her down. “But if I take you up there, we might get carried away. And I’m not ready for that yet.”
She touches my cheek and gives me a soft kiss. “I want to. We don’t have to do everything. But I want you to hold me. It’s my birthday.”
Fuck. I can’t say no to that. I don’t want to say no to that, but I really should. “Lily.”
“Just a little,” she says, moving on my lap, and I’m not strong enough to say no again.
I set her on her feet and stand up, trying to move behind her so I can adjust my cock. She glances down at it and blushes, but it’s not like I can help it. I take her hand and lead her down the hallway and up the stairs. My room is at the end of the hall next to a bonus room with a couch and TV. When I get to my door, I push it open and step aside so she can walk in. I close it behind us and stand there while she looks around.
My room is big, but not very decorated. I’ve got a desk in here with some books and papers on it. A bookshelf in the corner with some of my trophies. Then there’s my queen-size bed in the middle. She goes to the bed and sits on the end, smiling at me. I stay frozen on the spot until she reaches her hand out for me and I walk over to her.
I close my eyes tightly and then open them again. I kneel down in front of her so we are eye to eye. “Lily, I want to be clear about what’s going to happen in here so we don’t get mixed up and we don’t go too far. If at any time you want to stop, you say so and we can go back downstairs and have cake. Nothing is going to change if you change your mind.”
She nods and smiles at me, letting out a nervous breath.
“If you want me to, I’ll hold you on the bed and we can kiss a little. But that’s it. Okay?”
“Okay.” She reddens, but nods and scoots back on the bed.
I crawl over her and slowly lower my body. I wrap one arm around her waist while I prop myself up on the other. She rubs my chest. I can feel the heat of her body melting into mine, and my breathing gets deeper. My pulse slows but somehow feels stronger, beating between my legs. My aching cock presses against her belly, and her legs spread under me.
“Lily,” I say in warning, but fuck, it feels so good.
We’re still fully clothed, but there’s a burning heat coming off us as our lower body parts line up. She moves her hips under me, as if trying to find the most comfortable position, and I moan as she gasps from the pressure.
I rub against her a little, trying to ease the ache, but all it does is make me want her more.
“I’ve never done this,” she says, her voice breathy.
“Me neither, babe.” I rub a little harder against her this time, and she grips my shirt in her fists.
Her eyes close as I rock on top of her. And I keep doing it because she seems to like it. She spreads her legs wider and moves her hips in time with mine, and pretty soon I’m thrusting on top of her like we’re fucking.
“Oh God,” I moan, feeling like I’m going to cum in my jeans. I lean down, taking her mouth in a messy kiss as we both rub together.
All of it feels so good, the humping, the kissing.
“Ren. Something's happening.” She looks at me with wide eyes, and I want to stop, but I know what’s coming.
“It’s an orgasm, babe. Just let me rub you a little more.” I hold her hips still as I look down and see her panty-covered pussy. Her dress rode up long ago, exposing her delicate white cotton to me. I see the crotch is soaked. “Fuck.”
I run the ridge of jean-covered cock over her wet spot, back and forth, pressing harder each time. Her eyes are tightly shut and she’s trying so hard to reach it. I press down a little harder and rub up in one long stroke. It’s all it takes, and she’s cumming under me, crying out my name and clinging to me.
The sight is more than a man can take, and I release spurts of cum inside my jeans. I rock against her softly, letting each wave of cum go, not holding back anymore. It’s thick and sticky inside my boxers, but I don’t care. I try to slow my heart and catch my breath as we both hold each other.
After a second I feel her giving me soft kisses and moving under me again.
“Can we do that again?” she asks shyly, a blush deepening on her cheeks.
“Yeah, babe. We can do that as much as you want.”
I rub my still-hard ridge against her wet panties and prete
nd like I’m making love to her. I make her cum three more times before I finally pull her from the bed, saying we have to eat some cake or my mom will be upset we didn’t have any.
17
Ren
“Come to the dance with me,” I say against Lily’s neck as I rub against her. She stiffens against me.
“What?”
I lean back and look in her bright blue eyes that almost look panicked.
“I asked you to come to the winter formal with me. Please, babe.”
I move against her again and she moans, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. We’re in the back storage room of the hardware store after hours. My dad left and we told him we’d close up. I didn’t plan on this happening, but Lily jumped on me the second we locked up. I carried her back here and pressed her up against the closed door before we started making out. She’s got her legs around me and I’m rubbing her how she likes it. She’s close to cumming, so I’m using the distraction to get what I want.
We’ve been inseparable for the past two weeks, and every time we are alone she asks me to get her off. It’s the fucking highlight of my day watching her cum, and I plan on doing it every free second I have. She’s been pushing for more, but I’ve tried to take it slow. We’ve still only dry humped, but I have a feeling that won’t last much longer. She’s playing closer to the edge every time we are alone, and I don’t know how much longer I can make her wait.
“It’s a dance, babe. My last chance in high school to show you off. Soon I’ll be doing it in college. Give me this one thing. Please.”
Her legs around me tighten and her hands go to my hair. “Only if you give me what I want,” she says, looking down my body and then back at my eyes.
I give her a half smile and shake my head. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were using me for my body.”
She moves against me, and this time I’m the one who moans. She loves making me cum in my pants, and I do it an embarrassing amount with her.
“Please, Ren. I’m ready. You’re ready. I want all of you.”
I close my eyes and rest my forehead against hers. Then I pull back and nod. “All right. You go to the dance with me and I’ll give you what you want.”
She beams and moves against me again, closing her eyes trying to catch her orgasm. I grab her ass and move us over to the couch, laying her down on it. This time while I rub our bodies together, I put my hand up her shirt and go to her bra. I notice a bruise on her stomach and think to ask her about it later. She had one on her arm earlier in the week and she told me she fell down the stairs. I wonder if this is from that, too, but it looks newer.
Her eyes grow wide with excitement as my fingers trace her bra. We haven’t done this before, so it’s new ground for both of us. God, I want all of her naked under me so bad, but this will have to do while we wait. I push my fingers under her bra, feeling the flesh of her breast and then her hard nipple. I give the tiny peak a pinch, and she arches her back to get closer. Her moans are louder, and I can feel her body trembling with need under me. I move my other hand between our bodies and rub her crotch. Her jeans are burning hot, and I bet if I pulled them down her panties would be a sopping mess. She grabs for my jeans and rubs the ridge of my cock, up and down. She’s trying to milk my cum out through the material, and she’s almost there.
Not being able to stand it anymore, I push her shirt up, pull down her bra, and latch my mouth on to her nipple before I can stop myself. I take as much of her breast into my mouth as I can, feeling her soft flesh against my tongue. I suck on her, and she cries out, cumming under me. Her grip tightens on my cock, and I do exactly what she wants. I cum inside my boxers, making a mess of myself, wishing so bad the release was inside her warm pussy.
I lay my cheek against her exposed breast as I try to catch my breath, and then suddenly Lily surprises me by sticking her hand down the waistband of my jeans and swiping a finger through my cum. I watch in shock as she brings the finger to her mouth and licks it clean. My cock throbs at the sight, releasing a little more at what she just did.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“I thought that maybe since you tasted me, I could taste you.”
“That’s not the same thing.” I look down her body at her exposed nipple, thinking how pretty and pink it is. “The same would be me tasting your pussy.”
Her cheeks deepen to the color of her nipple, and I want to suck it in my mouth all over again. “That seems fair. Maybe you should.”
I start to answer her, but I hear the front door chime go off. “Shit!” I exclaim, putting her bra and shirt back right before pulling her from the back room and to the front of the store. When we get there I see my dad going towards his office. I grab Lily’s hand and we sneak out the side door. My Jeep is parked around back, so he may not know we’re still here.
We run out, and I help her in before jumping in the driver's seat and taking off. I look over at Lily and she’s got her hands over her mouth, trying to muffle a giggle.
“That was all your fault,” I say, reaching over and grabbing her hand. “Let’s get you some dinner and then I’ll take you home.”
We laugh the whole way to the diner, and then sit on the same side of the booth holding hands and talking before our night is over. I always hate the end of the day when I have to say goodbye to her. She’s my everything, and letting her go, even if it’s only to her house, breaks my heart a little more every time.
18
Lily
“That one is perfect, Lily.”
I look down at the light blue gown feeling a like a princess. The top part has a sweetheart neckline that’s fitted and edged with rhinestones. The bottom flares out, creating the illusion of an hourglass figure, and I feel like Cinderella in it. I even kind of look like her with my blonde hair and blue eyes.
“I love it.” Ren’s mom, Janet, is smiling so big I can’t help but return one. Her excitement is contagious.
We have been dress shopping all morning, and I’m not sure who is enjoying it more, her or me. I turn and look in the mirror, biting my lip and wondering what Ren will think of it.
“I’m telling you, it’s perfect.” She does a little hand clap, her excitement bubbling over. “I have some shoes that will go with that dress. You’re a size seven, right?”
“Yes, but I’m not sure if I can walk in heels. I’ve never tried.”
She bats her hand in the air, likes it’s no big deal. “They aren’t too tall, plus that’s why you have a man to hold on to at these things. You don’t have to worry about your feet.”
That’s true. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure Ren would be okay with me wearing heels. He treats me like I’m made of glass. He won’t even let me carry my own freaking backpack. The thought makes me smile. Everything about him makes me smile. In fact, I can’t recall the last time I was this happy. It feels unreal.
“Hair up or down?” Janet asks as she plays with it.
“Down.” That’s how Ren likes it. I know because he can’t keep his hands out of it when we kiss. His hands are always full of my hair. But I don’t tell his mom that.
“We’ll take it,” she tells the salesperson before unclasping the hook in the back so I can slip out of it in the changing room. I glance down at the price tag, happy the dress isn’t too expensive and that I’ve been getting paid in cash for working at the hardware store. This isn’t something I’d normally spend money on, but I could tell how much Ren wanted to go. Now I’m starting to think he wanted me to go because he likes the idea of me spending time with his mom like this.
She seems the most excited about it, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having a good time with her. It was bittersweet spending the day and getting ready with her. But it’s been fun getting excited about something like this, something I would have done with my own mother.
When I come back out of the room, the sales lady takes the dress from me and puts it into a bag. I pull out my wallet, but Janet stops me.
“Oh. You didn’t have to do that. I have—”
“Wasn’t me. It was Ren. Trust me, I tried to get him to let me buy it, but he said he’d be paying for his girl’s dress.”
That makes me blush. He always talks like that, even in front of his mom and dad. I still get embarrassed about it. He even kisses me right in front of them like it’s no big deal. I guess it would be awkward if his parents didn’t approve, but Ren’s mom gets so excited seeing us together.
I thought boyfriends’ mothers were supposed to be the worst. She’s nothing like that at all. In fact, she’s almost more motherly to me than to him at times. Yesterday she brought dinner to the hardware store and forgot to get the boys something. They stood there dumbfounded and she sent them out to get something while she and I ate. I think she does it on purpose to get alone time with me.
“Thank you,” I tell the sales lady, taking the bag from her.
“All right, let’s get some mall junk food for lunch and go home and get ready.” We leave the store and head for the food court. She orders one of everything. I can see where Ren gets his eating habits.
“I hope you had a good time today. I know I did. I always wanted a daughter.” She reaches out, placing her hand on mine. “I know you lost your mom, and I would never want to take her place, but I wouldn’t mind if you let me try to fill some of the empty spaces.”
My eyes begin to water. “You have no idea how nice it’s been being around you guys. I think I’d forgotten what a family was supposed to be like.”
“Well, if Ren has his way you’ll never be leaving us. He’s just like his father. Finds what he wants and never lets go.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Good. You’d break my little boy’s heart, and I don’t know that I could let you go either. He’s opened up more since you walked into his life. It’s almost like he’s been waiting for you all this time.”
