by Terry Towers
“Wow. I had no idea. So what happened?”
My stepmother brushed a lock of brown hair from her eyes before responding, “He was nearly forty, separated from his wife, and had a couple of kids.”
“Oh. And?” I lost interest in my cosmetics and gave Stephanie more of my attention.
“I was young and believed he was really divorcing her. Our affair was intense, and I started thinking about marriage and how I could be a stepmom to two kids just a few years younger than me. Then came the day when he told me they were getting back together. He’d had a lot of fun with me and I was great, but we weren’t a great fit.” Stephanie looked briefly sad, but then shrugged. “It broke my heart at the time, but I soon realized I was better off. He and I were in two different places and needed different things from life. Even if we had stayed together, I wasn’t ready to get married and take on two stepchildren at nineteen. But at the time it seemed like a fairy tale.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” I could relate in a way, even though my boyfriend was only six years older, not eighteen years. And he didn’t come with the baggage of children, like in her story. There were times when the idea of being with Evan forever was a little suffocating – we hadn’t even spent more than a couple of nights together – while other times, I couldn’t live without him. “Still, you would have adjusted if he was the one you were supposed to be with.”
“Perhaps, or I might have woken up one day in the future and realized I threw away my young years on a relationship that wasn’t meant to be.” She patted my arm again. “I hate to see anyone make that mistake, or to think that your first love is your true love.”
“I’ll keep that in mind if I ever fall in love,” I said carelessly, though it was a struggle to sound so uninterested in our topic of conversation. When I was with Trevor and then Michael, I’d thought I was in love with both of them, but in retrospect realized I hadn’t been. What if what I had with Evan was just another of the same? I refused to allow myself to continue that line of thought, I loved him and he was my future – case closed.
Stephanie sighed as she got to her feet. “Well, have fun this weekend.”
~*~ TT ~*~
Tia and her mom had an adjoining room, and I was careful to make sure it was locked as soon as I got settled in. I wanted to pay for my own room, preferably on a different floor, but Tia’s mom insisted on footing the bill. While my friend knew about Evan, and also knew he was in a room a couple of floors below, Mrs. Oster had no clue. I couldn’t rely on a parent’s discretion if she discovered Evan in my room, so I had to be careful.
With that thought in mind, I started laying the groundwork for tomorrow’s plan to opt out of sightseeing and activities by poking at my dinner. It was so hard to resist the perfectly grilled scallops and chowder. But I reminded myself that I could order room service once I was back in my room. Pushing away the barely touched dinner, I put a hand to my forehead.
Mrs. Oster noticed. “Is something wrong with your seafood, Olivia?”
Removing the hand from my forehead, I placed it onto my stomach and grimaced. “No, ma’am. I’m just not feeling all that well. My stomach seems to be doing flip-flops.” I clenched my teeth after uttering the lie, nearly choking on my words. I hated deceiving everyone, especially someone as kind as Mrs. Oster, but it had to be done.
“That’s too bad. Would you like something? I may have an Imodium in my room.”
“No, thanks. I’m going to stop by the gift shop on the way up.” I made a show of glancing at my watch. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to skip the movie plans tonight and lie down. With any luck, an early night will have me feeling all better, and I’ll be one hundred percent for sightseeing tomorrow.”
Mrs. Oster took a moment to sign her credit card slip before replying. “That’s a good idea. Would you like us to walk you to your room?”
“No, I’ll be fine.” I managed a wan smile, literally feeling sick from lying, though physically fine. “Thanks for understanding.”
“I hope you feel better,” said Tia with utter ingenuousness. It made me want to wince. I’d even turned my new friend into a consummate liar, with all the times she’d covered for me and Evan recently. Not the best way to start a friendship with someone and it wasn’t like I had a huge circle of friends to draw from.
As I left the dining room in the hotel and walked to the gift shop, stopping just in case my dinner companions were watching, I wished I didn’t have to sneak around to be with Evan. It was hard to maintain our relationship under these conditions. Evan had been right when he’d said it would be difficult. I didn’t doubt it was worth it; seeing him was the highlight of my day, hell my week.
After browsing a few minutes, I left the gift shop and went to my room. By the time I got inside and retrieved my cell phone, my doubts had dimmed, and I was burning with excitement to see Evan again. In fact, I was so excited that my hand shook a little as I pressed his contact number on my mobile phone. When he answered, all I said was “I’m in my room, 314,” then hung up with a grin.
Less than five minutes went by before Evan was knocking on my door, which I eagerly opened before he knocked a second time. Quickly, he entered, closing the door behind him, a wide smile appearing on his lips as he took in the sight of me in a sheer purple camisole that I’d bought especially for this occasion. It cost me way more than I could afford, but the look of both lust and appreciation in his eyes as he peered at me was well worth it.
The idea of ordering room service was long forgotten as my eyes began to wander along the length of his body. Damn, he was perfection on two legs with his t-shirt stretching across his broad chest and jeans that hugged his rock-hard ass. I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as the thought of peeling his clothing away caused a wetness between my legs.
“So, Miss Vanburen, what would you like to do tonight? A little sightseeing, play a game?” He slowly began to strip, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head.
I giggled and took a couple of steps back from him. “I have a few ideas.”
He threw the shirt onto the floor and took a step toward me. “And what would that be?”
I ran to my suitcase and rummaged through it until I came up with the one other thing I’d bought for the trip. Turning toward him, I held it up for him to see, a little embarrassed. In my hand was a thin, beginner vibrating ass plug.
His mouth dropped open, but he quickly gathered himself and grinned. “Well, you never do stop surprising me. You do realize that’s a butt plug, don’t you?” He cocked a brow up at me and I was unsure of whether he was joking or not.
“Of course I do. I’ve read a lot of ménage books lately and was wondering what it would be like to…”
Evan laughed. “If this is your way of sneaking in that you’d like to have two men, then you’re out of luck, little lady.” He quickly closed the distance between us and scooped me up into his arms. I giggled as I held tight to him as he carried me to the bed and deposited me onto the center, the butt plug still firmly clasped in my hands.
“Of course not, this is the next best thing though.”
“Uh huh.” He kicked off his shoes and began to undo his pants. “So, this isn’t you hinting that my dick isn’t big enough for you anymore?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “You’re more than enough for me, but in the interest of spicing things up…”
“Right.” Pushing his pants and then boxer briefs down, he stood before me naked, allowing my eyes to feast on his perfect physique. He leapt onto the bed and grabbed the toy from my fingertips. After a moment of fiddling with it, he had it running and humming softly. “This might be a bit big considering I’ve never taken your ass before.”
“It’s smaller than your penis,” I responded. And it was, by a fair amount. The idea of the toy back there was a little intimidating, but his cock was downright terrifying.
“Well, thank you.” His grin widened as he looked down at his erect shaft and shrugged. �
��I guess. And I imagine you have lube as well?” He cocked a brow up at me when I didn’t respond. “Right?”
For a moment, I’d forgotten that the salesgirl had slipped a sample bottle of lube in the bag as a free gift for my purchase. Had the salesgirl not done that I wouldn’t have even thought about it. “It’s in my suitcase, in the brown bag.” Did the romance novels I liked to read ever mention the necessity of lube with anal play in the few books that contained it? I didn’t think so.
He slid from the bed, went to my suitcase and a few minutes later returned, the small trial bottle in one hand and a condom retrieved from his jeans pocket in the other. Both were placed on the night side table and he returned to lie next to me.
Reaching out to me, he ran his index finger along my collarbone and to the center of my chest. My camisole was sheer over my breasts, displaying my pink areolas and tight nipples for him. “This is quite pretty,” he murmured, as he palmed the breast closest to him, pinching my nipple between his fingertips, making me moan.
“Thank you. I hoped you would like it.”
Lowering his head, he nipped at the other nipple through the sheer material. “I do.” He released my nipple to travel his lips and teeth up to my neck. Damn, how I loved when he kissed my neck like he was. He seemed to have every hot spot on my body memorized.
As his lips worked their magic on my neck, his hand left my breast to move to my inner thigh. Urging my legs apart, his feather-light touch moved up my inner thigh, slowly working his fingers toward the apex between my legs. The closer his fingers came the harder I’d squirm. If I’d been wearing panties, no doubt they would be well on their way to being saturated from my juices.
When his fingers reached their destination, he lifted his head to stare down at me, a smirk on his lips. “Naughty girl, no panties.”
“I figured I’d save us some time.”
“Mmm, smart thinking.” As he spoke, he slipped two fingers between my moist folds and then deep within me.
I groaned, my hands grasping the blanket below me as he began to stroke my inner core with two fingers as his thumb worked my clit. The double-teaming of my clit and pussy was pure pleasure. His hard dick pressed against my leg and while I wanted to stroke him and hear his moans alongside of mine, I was being greedy and allowing myself to indulge.
His fingers took me higher and I began to buck and grind against his hand, wanting more. “I want to feel you come.”
“Please,” I begged. The need within me to release was becoming too intense to handle much longer.
“If you don’t come on my hand, I won’t play with your ass,” he growled in my ear, the heat from his breath sending shivers through me. “It’ll end here and we’ll spend the rest of the night watching movies.”
The dirty bugger! I thought, but didn’t dare challenge him. He seemed to have much more restraint than I ever dreamed of having in regard to sex. I had always thought that it was supposed to be the women who had the stronger will power when it came to sex. Not in our case.
His fingers worked a little faster as he captured my lips with his. As his tongue slipped past my lips to duel with mine, the pleasure his fingers were providing became overwhelming and I found myself tumbling over the edge of my desire, my cries muffled by his mouth over mine.
Slipping his hand from between my legs, he ended the kiss and then traced my lower lip with his fingertip. Parting my lips, I sucked his finger into my mouth, tasting myself and smiling when he groaned as he looked down onto me, his eyes full of lust.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered.
I nodded, my gaze continuing to be locked with his. “And you me.” We stared deep into each other’s eyes saying so much, without saying a word. “I love you.”
He nodded. “Me too.” Breaking the eye contact, he sat up and grabbing my hip, flipped me over to my stomach, making me squeal in surprise. “Now brace yourself.”
“Yes!” Getting onto my hands and knees, I felt him slip the garment up and over my bottom. A moment later, I heard the sound of the lube cap being flipped open and then the coolness of the liquid being applied to my ass. I moaned softly as his fingers tested my back entrance.
“Relax.”
“Okay.” I attempted to relax, but good heaven, the anticipation was making it so hard. He’d had his finger in my ass before and I always came harder when he did, but this was entirely different. The teasing finger began to press into my back entrance and I groaned, bucking back against the intrusive digit. Once inside he added a second, scissoring his fingers and spreading me wider to prepare me for the plug.
Once he was satisfied I was ready, he turned on the toy and it began to buzz behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I was unable to see the toy in his hand. As the toy pressed against my ass, I was tempted to call it off, but this was my idea, it was what I’d been fantasizing about for the past couple of weeks.
Slowly and with great care, he began to press the toy into me. It burned as it stretched me further than my ass had been stretched before, but the pain quickly gave way to pleasure and I found myself bucking back into it, anxious to have it all inside me.
“Easy, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“God, I need it now. I need you,” I groaned. As I said the words he pushed it in the full way, making me moan again. I was just becoming accustomed to the toy inside me when his dick pressed into my pussy.
“Are you okay?” he asked as his sank into me, balls deep, stretching my core to accommodate his generous girth.
“Yes, oh yes.”
“Fuck, that feels good,” Evan said, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me. This wasn’t slow and tender, it was hard and frantic. “That fucking toy.”
I had to agree that fucking toy in combo with his cock was taking me to orgasm at a record pace. Despite just having an orgasm I was already about to explode. My hands fisted the blanket under me as I fell to my elbows on the mattress from the force of his thrusts.
“I’m coming!” Before I had time for the orgasm to even build I was there, crying out and trembling as I came. But he wasn’t done, not by a long shot. He continued to pummel me with his dick.
I was feeling overwhelmed with pleasure; this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Hot on the heels of my first orgasm was a second and a third. I couldn’t take anymore, it was too overwhelming. I was about to tap out when Evan gave one final, forceful thrust and released, his fingers digging into my hips painfully as he unloaded.
Spent, I flopped spread-eagled on the bed. I was so exhausted that I didn’t even feel him remove himself from me, or dislodge the toy from my ass. It wasn’t until he left the bed to return a moment later that I realized it was all over.
“Wow,” I said as I shuddered, flipping over and crawling under the blankets.
“Wow,” he mimicked, sliding under the covers with me and pulling me into his arms. I barely had a chance to reply before he fell into a deep sleep beside me.
Curling up against my sleeping lover, I relished the feel of his body against mine and wished tonight never had to end. With him in the dark, all the things I yearned for from my college experience, which included frat parties and stupid decisions, didn’t seem that important. What point was there in going to frat parties if I wasn’t there to hook up? The idea of being with any guy but Evan seemed absurd, and a small shiver of revulsion shook me when I remembered how it had felt to let Trevor touch me. It sickened me just thinking I’d almost given my virginity to him out of spite over a misunderstanding. And did it matter if I didn’t have a roommate and live in the dorm? I’d be living with Evan. Just because I hadn’t done those things didn’t mean I needed to, or that I was missing out on anything. Lots of people didn’t have those experiences, but were happy because they were with the person they loved. Doubts quieted, at least for the moment, I allowed my mind to drift and let sleep carry me away.
~*~ TT ~*~
A loud knock on the connecting door woke me the next
morning. With a yelp, I crawled out from under Evan’s arm and off the bed. “Wake up,” I hissed. “Hide.” It was a single room and bathroom, I’m not sure where I planned on him hiding, but he’d have to find someplace before I opened the adjoining door.
I silently cursed to myself for forgetting to set the alarm clock on the nightstand before falling to sleep. One thing had led to another and well, here we were. Slipping on a robe to hide my nudity I went to the connecting door as another knock sounded, followed by Mrs. Oster calling my name. “Just a minute,” I said, hand hovering on the latch as Evan hurried into the bathroom. Shit, I hoped their toilet wasn’t clogged or I’d be screwed.
It was only as I was opening the door that I saw his boxer briefs from the corner of my eye. Well, dammit! Fervently, I prayed they weren’t in Mrs. Oster’s line of sight, or that she would assume they were mine if she saw them. Yes, they were much too big for me, but maybe I was someone who enjoyed relaxing in oversized boxers.
“Good morning,” I said, grimacing at the creakiness of my voice. It had been a long night, and I must have gotten a bit dehydrated.
At least it lends my sick act some authenticity, I thought.
“How are you feeling this morning, dear?”
Pushing several stray hairs from my face, I replied, “Not any better, I’m exhausted. I was up most of the night vomiting.” I was up most of the night, though vomiting wasn’t what was going on. I was starting to get pretty good at the whole lying thing and I didn’t like it.
Mrs. Oster clicked her tongue and touched the back of her hand to my forehead. “No fever, so that’s good.” I was eighteen, not five, geez. But I wordlessly endured.
“Yeah. I’m not sure what it is. Maybe I ate something bad before we came on the trip. Hard to say. It’s unfortunate I won’t be able to go with you guys today, but I’d rather try to get some sleep, to be honest.”
“Perhaps.” Mrs. Oster frowned. “Do you want us to stay with you today? We could have an in-suite girls’ day. Massages, pay-per-view, and room service.”
