by Amy Brent
“We are so proud of you, son,” my father said. “Going off and starting your own business. It’s what I did when I was your age, and now I get to see your sister take it over. It really is a satisfying thing, creating something you can pass down to your children.”
“Sweetheart, she isn’t going to want to run the production company,” my mother said.
“Thank you, Mom,” I said. “It’s about time someone got behind my dance studio in this family.”
“Hey, I’ve always supported your dance studio,” Luke said.
“But, why would you want to put yourself through all that stress? You’re so beautiful. Stress will wrinkle you badly,” my mother said.
“It takes a great deal of work to start a business, honey,” my father said.
“Why in the world do you guys think I don’t realize that?” I asked.
“Are you dating anyone recently?” my mother asked, trying to change the subject.
“No, Mom. I haven’t found some wealthy man who wants me for my looks to marry me and take care of me for the rest of my life,” I said.
“Don’t take that tone of voice with your mother,” my father warned.
“But that’s exactly what she wants, right? To do what she did. Marry rich and never work,” I said.
“Sweetie, I was not rich when I met your mother. I had aspirations of it, but I was as poor as they came,” my father said.
I could feel Tyler’s eyes on me again, and I flickered my icy stare over to him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there was a shadow of a grin on his face as he watched the entire scene unfold in front of him.
A grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I didn’t go to school for dance just so I could do nothing with it,” I said.
“Then work at the production company until you pay off your student loans,” my father said. “If you still want the studio after you pay them off, I’ll hire someone from the outside to take over your position.”
“You can’t trust anyone from the outside, Ron. They won’t understand the reason why you started the company. They won’t stick to the traditions we’ve set forth,” my mother said.
“Darlene, I’m not going to hire an idiot. I’ll educate them just like I did Luke and Amber,” my father said.
“It’s just not the same,” she said.
“Well, you can’t have everything you want, Mother,” I said.
“Mind that tone in front of our guest,” my father said.
I wanted to tell him Tyler wasn’t a guest. How would my father react if I disclosed that I’d spread my legs for Tyler as a freshman and let him devour me down in one night? What I wanted to do was get up from this table, throw my napkin down on my plate, and leave until he was gone.
I wanted to get out from underneath his gaze he had now swept back over to my body.
“Guys, do we really have to do all this with Tyler here?” Luke asked.
“Yeah, because everyone bows to what you want,” I said under my breath.
“What was that?” my mother asked.
“This dinner is delicious, Mother dearest. How ever did you make it?” I asked mockingly.
Tyler let out a low chuckle, and I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath. Every single memory of him was coming back in floods, and I wished to the high heavens he would stop staring at me. Every time he moved his foot under the table, it felt as if he was moving it a bit closer to me, and if I moved back any further I’d have to get up from the table.
But holy shit, he’d gotten hot. He was muscular back in college, but the way he bulged under his clothes now was mind-melting. His shoulders were broad and strong, and every time he moved to take a bite his arm muscles would pop out from their hiding place. He’d kept up with himself physically despite being in the food business, and I found my eyes wandering over his brawny chest as his shirt pulled against his skin.
I bet his skin was as soft as I remembered it being.
“So! Luke. Tell us about your expansion plans,” my father said.
And I was ripped from my trance as the conversation turned back to the prodigal son.
Chapter 3
Tyler
The moment she came around the corner I felt my back grow stiff. Never in my life did I ever think I’d see Amber again, and yet here she was. Standing in the foyer of my best friend and business partner’s home.
With her parents who would obviously prod me with questions all fucking night.
Even though she was in just a plain T-shirt and some ratty jeans, I could tell she’d kept herself in shape with her dancing. Her legs were long, and her tits were as full as I remembered them being, and her light brown hair flowed all the way down past her shoulders. It was much longer than I remembered it being, with layers that fluttered all around her face, and all I could do was watch those little lips of hers as they parted slightly in their shock.
She was just as surprised as I was, and there was something about that idea that churned my dick behind my pants.
She was hot as fuck. She was good looking back in college, but now she had blossomed into a beautiful woman. Her hips sashayed even though she tried not to move them, and her cheeks were bright red with agitation as her parents practically slaughtered her dreams at the table. I enjoyed listening to her stick up for herself even though I thought it was bullshit what they were doing to her.
But mostly, it made me feel better that a family that looked good on the outside wasn’t necessarily all that good on the inside.
At least I dressed to match the life I lead.
I sat silently at dinner while I listened to them all go back and forth. I knew Luke would want to handle questions about the business, seeing as it was his family, but I didn’t expect them to jump into the drama so soon off the bat. Luke kept trying to lean over and apologize, but I just kept shrugging him off. I was getting an excellent glimpse into a girl who came so delicately for me in college, and I was beginning to regret not having gotten to know her better.
She was obviously playing the “I don’t fucking know who this dick is” card, and that was fine with me. We weren’t together long enough to get to that stage where you wanted to show each other off. I met her when I was a senior in college and trying to catch on up on all my core classes I neglected for business classes, and she was in my English Literature class.
I could still remember the first time I saw her. She came in with her hair in a high, tight bun and a black skirt flowing around her thighs. She wore these ratty flats and had toned legs that automatically pulled my dick to attention, and I almost flunked that course because I was paying more attention to her than I was to the books we were supposed to be reading.
Back then, she wore skirts she could move in, shoes she could dance in, baggy shirts that fell off her shoulders, and sports bras. When I finally worked my way between her legs and peeled all that shit off her, I was surprised by the womanly body that emerged. She covered it up every day for her fucking dance classes, but when it was just the two of us at night in her dorm room, she sang a soft, delicate tune for me as I swallowed her pussy whole.
My dick was throbbing underneath my jeans all throughout dinner, and I kept trying to scoot my foot closer to her in an attempt to feel her against me. Maybe she would be up to a reprise of what we had going on in college, which would make this entire trip a hell of a lot more worth it than I’d originally thought.
But, every time she ripped it away, it told me two things. One, that was a hard pass on the fucking; and two, she was going to play the “I don’t fucking know you card” all night.
Probably for the entire time we were here.
“Anyone want a slice of pie and some coffee?” Ron asked.
“Sounds nice,” I said.
“Why don’t we all go into the parlor?” Darlene asked. “Amber can bring us the pie and coffee.”
“There is no pie,” she said flatly.
“Didn’t you bring pie like I asked you to,
honey?” Darlene asked.
“You didn’t tell me to bring pie, so there’s no pie,” she said.
“Oh, well. Just get us whatever is in the kitchen and bring us all some coffee, alright?” Darlene asked.
“Perfect,” Amber said underneath her breath.
A part of me wanted to get up and offer to help. I wanted to get her alone to see if she was alright. I wasn’t sure why the hell I wanted to do that, but I knew what it felt like to sort of be unseen by your parents.
That shit didn’t feel good at all, and it gave me a glimpse into the type of people that raised her.
“Come, come, Tyler!” Ron exclaimed.
We all ventured into this massive room with a roaring electric fireplace that had been added on at some point in time. I, personally, preferred making actual fires outside in the woods, but who the fuck was I to say anything? I just wanted to get this bullshit over so Luke and I could do what we came here to do.
Start the next leg of our business venture.
“So, Tyler,” Ron began. “Where’d you meet Luke?”
“I told you, Dad. We met in college,” Luke said.
“Sweetheart, your father’s talking to Tyler,” Darlene said.
“No, no. It’s fine. Yeah, I went to Berkeley with Tyler. We met our freshman year in the business school,” I said.
“Did you always know you wanted to start your own business?” Darlene asked.
“Not always. I knew I wanted to do something with business, but I didn’t really know what. I guessed I’d figure it out along the way,” I said.
“I like that. A free spirit. We don’t have many of those in this family. Luke’s the first,” Ron said.
“I’m sure it took a free spirit to start your production company,” I said.
“Oh, starting a business was expected of me,” Ron said. “Taking it over was expected of Luke, but you just can’t harness him.”
“That’s our boy,” Darlene said.
“Coffee,” Amber said as she dropped a tray onto the table in front of us.
“Why don’t you pour us some, sweetheart?” Darlene asked.
“No, thanks, Mom,” she said mockingly.
I was enjoying getting a glimpse of Amber's spunk. She was so timid and meek when I first met her, and even after I rocked her world in bed time and time again, her sounds were still that of a meek and quiet little girl. She was this small little nothing in this big bad world when I found her, but she had grown into a fierce, headstrong woman.
I bet her sounds would be fierce, too, if she let me dive between those beautiful, toned legs again.
“Actually, it’s a small world. I think I remember you from my English Literature class,” Amber said.
“I thought you looked familiar, but I honestly wasn’t sure. I hated every second of that class. It’s why I waited to take it my senior year,” I said.
“What a small world!” Darlene exclaimed.
“Yeah, what a small world,” Luke said as he eyed me closely.
“Did you two ever talk or anything?” Ron asked.
“Not to my knowledge. But, I don’t think I could even tell you what books I read, either,” I said.
“I don’t remember it, no,” Amber said as she sat down in a chair by the fireplace.
“That why you looked so shocked when you came around the corner from the kitchen, Amber?” Luke asked.
“No. I was shocked because I had forgotten how terrible you look,” she said, smirking.
“I swear, the two of them act as if they hate each other,” Darlene said.
“Only because he casts such a wide shadow,” Amber said.
“Mandy, not now, please,” Luke said.
I could see the red-hot anger rush up her neck. The fiery independence she had was constantly being snuffed out by the people around her, and I could only imagine what that felt like. I never had to answer to anyone, not even Luke—and he was my business partner. We had our separate things that we governed, and that was that.
This family dynamic is exactly why I left my deadbeat parents behind.
“Is there a bathroom I could use?” I asked.
“Oh, of course, Tyler. Through the kitchen, down the hall, second door on the left,” Darlene said.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
Being in the bathroom gave me a chance to breathe. I stuck my hands in my pants and rearranged myself before I splashed some cold water on my face. I needed to get rid of the thoughts I was having about Amber, and I needed to do it now. There was no way in hell her brother would ever be alright with me thinking the thoughts I was, much less acting on them. He took great pride in boasting of all the assholes he’d beat up in his little sister’s life, and while I knew I could take him, I knew I shouldn’t piss him off.
We’d worked too hard to get our business to where it was for me to fuck it up by trying to stick my dick in his sister.
Again.
But, when I opened the door to go back to the fireplace room, Amber was standing there in front of me.
“Back for more, I see,” I said coyly.
“You can’t say a fucking thing to anyone,” she said. “Not even Luke. Especially not Luke.”
“I figured. Don’t worry. I’m not as stupid as I look,” I said.
“Who the hell said anything about you being stupid? You’re a pompous jackass. There’s a difference. Don’t go around bragging you’ve slept with your business partner’s sister,” she said.
“Don’t worry. Not much to brag about,” I said.
“Spoken like a man who came down my throat more than once,” she said, grinning.
Holy hell, she was a feisty one. No woman I’d ever encountered talked with me like that, and I found that I loved it. In college, she was all giggles and not much talk. It was euphoric, teaching her how to please me. But, I bet she’d give me a run for my money in bed now. I bet a woman like her had learned some tricks to help with the confidence she had grown, and my dick twitched at all the nasty things she’d be capable of doing.
“Mom?” she called out. “I think I’m going to head on home.”
“You sure, honey? You don’t want to stay for more coffee?” Darlene asked.
“If I stay, you’ll make me brew it,” she said, smirking.
“Well, drive safe. Let me know when you get home,” Darlene said.
She gave me one last stern gaze before she walked down the hallway and disappeared from sight. If she was leaving for home, it meant she didn’t live too far from here.
Which meant she lived somewhere alone.
My head spun with thoughts of her lips adhered to my dick. I could remember the way her lips would swell to twice their size as they wrapped around my cock. I remembered the way her big blue eyes stared up at me the entire time she sucked me down, wanting to feel every inch of me while she fondled herself underneath her panties.
Her timid spirit allowed her to take every command I gave her in bed while we were together, but I knew the feisty woman I’d just encountered would have none of that bullshit.
She’d probably take control. Want everything her way. Know exactly where to pull my hair whenever I was licking that pussy deep.
There was no way in hell I was sleeping tonight.
No way in hell.
Chapter 4
Amber
“You saw who?” Kelly asked.
“Fucking Tyler. The guy from college? Remember him?” I asked.
“How could I forget? You called me up squealing that you’d lost your virginity,” Kelly said, giggling.
“Shut up and listen,” I said. “He’s Luke’s fucking business partner. As in, he’s going to be in LA Frequently. Because they’re expanding here.”
“Will you let him expand you again?” she asked.
“Are you serious, Kelly?” I asked. “The man who took my virginity and gave me my first orgasm is fucking sleeping at my parents’ house, and all you can think about is whether or not I’m going to
do him?”
“He made you cum! That doesn’t always happen with men,” she said.
“Don’t I know it,” I said.
“Did you love him?” she asked.
“Love Tyler?”
“Yeah. Back in college,” she said. “When you two were hooking up or whatever it was. Did you love him?”
“I mean, I guess? I was a giddy college girl who was being paid attention to by a senior. A hot senior with rippling muscles, to boot. I was probably as in love as I could’ve been for the moment,” I said.
“You know what I mean. You were really in love with him?” she asked.
“We were only together for, like, two months. How the hell am I supposed to know?” I asked.
“My parents say you just know that kind of stuff,” she said.
“Well, no. If I’m supposed to just ‘know,’ then I didn’t know shit,” I said.
“What cut your fling short?” she asked.
“He left. He graduated and got whisked away to New York City, and now I realize who whisked him away,” I said.
“Your brother,” she said.
“Exactly. All I knew was he was going off to start his life or whatever with his business degree, and he couldn’t do long distance relationships. And, I was okay with that.”
