It was that night that I made the decision that nothing more would ever happen between Vance and me; I didn’t want to ruin my new friendship with Julia.
The following week my dad wasn’t joking when he said he would send me a birthday gift. What neither mom nor I expected was a brand new silver Hummer H3. There was a card in the drivers seat so I grabbed it and quickly opened it.
Tabi-
I’m sorry I don’t get to see you this year. I hope you like your gift. See you soon. Happy Birthday!
Love,
Dad
Most sixteen year olds would be jumping for joy, but I didn’t. “Mom this thing is huge…and I don’t like it.” I handed her the card so she could read it. I stood back and looked at the vehicle, the only reason dad bought it was to flash his money and try to earn the father of the year award.
“I…I don’t even know what to say. He didn’t ask me if I was okay with this—what the heck is it?” Mom had one hand on her hip the other covering her forehead. That was her stance when she wasn’t sure what to say or do.
Vi walked up and whistled long, “Holy hell girl!”
I looked at her, “Really? All the kids at school are going to think I’m a spoiled rich kid.”
Vi laughed, “They’ll be jealous but they’ll get over it. Take me for a ride!” She swatted my ass then ran around the front of the vehicle to get in the passengers side.
“Be careful…it’s,” mom shook her head, “He’s getting a phone call from me about this.” She said then kissed the top of my head and stood back while I pulled away.
Vi wanted to go show it to Julia so I drove to the elevator and parked in front. Julia looked out the window and her eyes got big when she realized who was in the vehicle. Before we could even get out she was getting up from her desk and running out the door.
“THIS—is your present from your dad? Somebody has a rich ass daddy!” she screeched.
I rest my head against the steering wheel in frustration, “I told you.” I mumbled to Vidalia.
“Huh?” Julia asked.
“She’s afraid people are going to think she’s a hoity-toity rich bitch.” Vidalia said with a laugh.
I looked at her and shook my head while biting back a laugh, “That’s not at all what I said.”
After letting Julia sit in the driver seat for a while and talking about what our plans were for the weekend, I decided to let Vidalia drive back to the farm. “Please don’t wreck.” I told her.
On the way home we talked about Morgan and the guy that Vidalia had been talking to and spending time with. Drake was a senior at a different high school, “I think it might actually be good if we aren’t in the same school. If we are around each other all day every day we will get tired of each other pretty quick.”
I nodded, “I’m worried about what’s going to happen when Morgan goes away to college…if we keep dating, that is.”
Vidalia waved her hand dismissively, “You two are great together. I’m glad that he found somebody finally. He’s a great guy and I can tell by the way he looks at you that he’s totally in to you.”
When we got to the house Vance was just getting out of his pickup. He stared at us until Vidalia parked next to his truck.
His eyebrows shot up when he realized who it was, Vidalia got out first. I opened my door and waited for him to say something about being spoiled. He took his hat off and scratched his head before putting the dirty old hat back on. “Wow…he’s trying to show everybody he’s a real prick huh?” he asked me.
I started laughing, “That’s what he does.”
Vance just shook his head before walking away. We followed him inside, mom told us to get washed up for supper. As I was walking back down stairs I heard Morgan’s voice. “I didn’t tell her I was coming.”
“Good, I’m sure she’ll be happy we invited you for supper.” Mom told him.
Mom made my favorite meal; stuffed pork loin, asparagus, and creamy garlic potatoes. Morgan and I sat beside each other at the table, Vance and Vidalia on the other side, mom at one end of the table and Kevin at the other end. Supper was delicious and the conversation flowed easily between all of us. Mom excused herself from the table and when she walked back in to the dining room she had a mouth watering chocolate frosted cake with the number ‘16’ candle in the middle of it.
After supper I called dad to thank him for my gift, as I expected he didn’t answer so I left a voicemail. I asked mom if it was okay for Morgan to come up to my room and watch a movie, “As long as you leave the door open.” She told us.
We decided to watch 21 Jump Street, “I’m sure you didn’t pick this because it has that Channing dude in it…right?” Morgan asked with a grin and held his hand out for me. He was reclined against the headboard of my bed, so I curled up next to him and rest my head against his chest.
“Nope not at all.” I said with a small giggle.
“Right!” he drew out.
Mom checked on us a couple of times before Kevin finally shut the bedroom door and told her to leave us alone. I half expected Morgan to take the opportunity to kiss me but he didn’t. “If I knew that they wouldn’t come bargin’ back in here I’d make out with you for hours. I’ve gotta respect them though, but don’t think I like it.”
I nodded my head, he was right.
The following morning I felt horrible because I had fallen asleep during the movie and didn’t even feel him get off the bed or hear him leave. He sent me a text at some point after he was gone;
Everybody besides mom was out doing chores so I helped her around the house. I called Morgan after lunch and talked for a few minutes before he had to go back to work. We decided to go out Friday and celebrate my birthday with friends.
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The rest of the week seemed to drag on; when Friday finally came I was excited to see everybody that I had met the first night out with Vidalia and Vance.
I decided to wear a red cotton sundress and the boots that Vidalia lent to me. After putting on a light dusting of makeup and straightening my hair I hurried down stairs where Morgan was waiting. He looked at me and his eyebrows shot up then he gave me the signature grin of his that made tiny little butterflies flutter in my stomach. I kissed mom and told her and Kevin goodbye before we left. “Midnight!” Kevin repeated my curfew as we walked toward the pickup. We both waved before Morgan pulled away from the house.
“That dress is going to be in my dreams for the rest of my life.” Morgan said and placed his hand on my knee.
“You mean nightmares?” I said with a grin.
He snorted, “Uh no! I’m petty sure the song by Kip Moore was written just for you—in that dress.”
“If you say so.” I said with a laugh.
His eyes got big, “You don’t have a clue who that is do you? Or the song?”
I bit lip and shook my head no, then searched for it on YouTube. “Maybe I should go home and change, everybody is going to think I wore this to get attention!” Morgan wasn’t kidding, the outfit was identical to what I was wearing.
Morgan laughed, “You look smokin’ hot, you don’t need to go change. I can’t believe you didn’t know who that was.”
“I have never listened to country music a day in my life.” I confessed.
He put a hand over his heart, “You have no idea what you’ve been missing out on. I’ll change that for you.”
Several people showed up at the pasture and in no time had a nice size bonfire burning. Music played from Morgan’s pickup speakers while we all stood around talking.
A girl walked over to us, “Hey babe…I see you brought a friend.” She said.
Morgan’s fingers dug into my hips, “Ally don’t even start.” He growled out.
“I’m Ally!” she extended her hand for me to shake.
“Tabitha.” I said with a smile and gently shook her hand.
“Morgan can I talk to you for a few minutes—alone?” Ally whined.
“Not tonight.” He rep
lied.
She narrowed her eyes at him, “You had no problem talkin’ to me a few days ago.”
I looked over my shoulder at Morgan and waited for him to respond, he turned me around to face him, “She’s my ex, I broke up with her a few weeks before I met you. I talked to her for a total of about ten minutes when she showed up at my work the other night. I’m not takin’ her back like she thinks.”
“Okay, you can go talk to her I’m not going to get jealous.” I wasn’t sure what to say.
He shook his head, “I don’t want to talk to her. I’m here with my beautiful girlfriend, she can fuck off.”
Ally was still standing a few feet from me when I turned around, “I guess you’re out of luck.” I told her.
“Fuck you!” she pointed at Morgan and stomped away.
“Dance with me?” Morgan whispered in my ear.
I laughed, “Seriously?”
I stepped back when he got up from the tailgate, “Come on.” With my hand in his I followed him to the front of his pickup. I draped my hands over his shoulders, his hands were on my hips and his head bowed so our foreheads were resting against each other’s. Slowly we swayed with the music, “Do you know this song?” He asked me.
“No.”
He shook head and smiled, “I Don’t Want This Night To End by Luke Bryan, god I want to kiss you.” He whispered.
“Kiss me.” I said softly. I licked my lips and waited for what felt like minutes. He cupped my face in his hands and tilted my head before finally pressing his lips against mine. I fisted my hands in his shirt and pulled him closer toward me, a deep growl escaped from Morgan’s throat just before he lightly bit my bottom lip. When he swiped his tongue across the seam of my lips, I opened my mouth and our tongues touched. I had kissed Morgan before but it never felt like this, butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my skin tingled. He turned me so that I was pressed against the front fender of his pickup. Our bodies were pressed against each other’s and through his jeans I could feel his erection against my hip.
I broke away from the kiss, dizzy and breathless. “Holy shit.” Morgan said. He tucked my hair behind my ears and was about to say something else when a set of headlights shined upon us.
“That escaladed quickly.” I said with a grin.
He laughed, “I’m sorry, I got carried away. You know you can tell me to stop if I make you uncomfortable, right?”
I nodded my head and stood on my tiptoes, “I liked it.” I pecked him on the lips then stepped around him to go back to the tailgate.
Vidalia had showed up in the short time that Morgan and I were away, “OwOw…you two are dangerous together!” she smacked me on the ass and smiled big. I knew that I was blushing, so all I did was smile.
Morgan kissed me again then walked away to go talk to some of the guys. A set of hands covered my eyes, I knew right away that it was Julia by the little giggle she couldn’t hold in.
“How’d you know? You’re no fun! Oh and by the way,” she leaned in and with big eyes whispered, “that little make out session even made ME hot!”
“Oh god! That was you and Vance?” I gasped.
She nodded her head, “Yep, he turned the lights on to break you two apart before we had to witness more.” Julia wiggled her eyebrows at me.
I shook my head, I was utterly embarrassed. “Why are you two so late getting here?” I asked to turn the attention away from myself.
“They were probably bumpin’ uglies somewhere in the country.” Vidalia said in a serious tone.
“Oh my god, Vi! That’s not true and you know it!” Julia argued and started blushing.
“You two were?...” I started to say but Julia interrupted me.
“Nope, we both still have our V-cards…we have explored other—things though.”
Vidalia gagged, “I don’t wanna hear any more.” She said and covered her ears dramatically.
Julia and I both rolled our eyes and laughed, “Next week the guys start conditioning for football and we have our team meetin’ for volleyball, cheerleading and dance.” Julia told me.
I was ready to finally have something to look forward to. For the next hour I listened to Julia, Vidalia and some of the other girls from school tell me about the years past achievements. The only person not saying anything was Ally, she stood back and glared at me instead.
Morgan and Vance walked up a little while later, “Ready to head home?” Morgan asked me.
I looked at my watch, “This night has went fast. Thank you so much for coming.” I said to everybody that was close by.
Vance didn’t say anything to me and wouldn’t look at me, instead he stood behind Julia and kissed her neck. Julia smiled and turned in his arms, so I took that as the perfect time to leave.
Morgan took his time driving home, “Gotta watch for deer.” He said with a grin before looking back at the road. He had his hand resting on my bare thigh.
I put my hand on his jean-clad thigh and scraped my fingernails up and down the seam on the inside.
He looked at me out the corner of his eye and titled his pelvis, “Keep doing that though and I’ll have to pull over.” He told me. When I moved my hand higher, he blew out a breath and turned onto the next dirt road, shut the headlights off and put the pickup in Park. In one swift motion he pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him, his erection pressed against my center. He slid his hands up my thighs and around to my ass cheeks. “Your skin is like fuckin’ silk.” He whispered. I rocked forward causing more friction between us, “You’re shakin’, slow down.” Morgan mumbled against my neck. “Are you a virgin?” He asked me.
I nodded my head, yes, “Are…are you?” I stuttered out as I continued to rock slowly against him.
He rest his head against my shoulder and squeezed my hips, I felt him shake his head, “No.”
I leaned back and cupped his face in my hands then pressed my lips against his. I knew that we wouldn’t go that far, but being in this position it felt too good to stop. We continued to kiss only breaking long enough to catch our breath. My clit started to throb each time I brushed it back and forth against Morgan’s hardness. “You’re killin’ me Tabitha.” He said in a strangled voice.
“Should we stop?” I asked.
He chuckled, “It’s up to you. I can tell you I’m not gonna fuck you in the front seat of my pickup though. You deserve better than that. I want to be able to lay you down and kiss every inch of your skin, lick your pussy and suck on your clit until you pull my hair and beg me to give you more.”
I shivered and felt my nipples get harder against the thin fabric of my dress, unsure what to say I leaned in and started kissing him again. We turned in the seat so that I could lie down. Morgan glanced at the clock on the radio, “We’ve got twenty minutes…” The blue/green hue of the gauges illuminated the cab, he slid the straps of my dress down and lowered his head to my breasts. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He said before pushing them together and circling each nipple with his tongue. My eyes rolled back and I arched into his touch.
My panties were damp and my clit was throbbing so hard I could feel it pulsating against his erection. I took his hat off and pushed my fingers through the dark brown thickness. When he lifted onto one arm I pushed my hand between us wanting to feel more of him. After fumbling with the button of his jeans, Morgan chuckled then helped me pop it open. I pushed my hand down and felt his erection pulsating behind his boxers. I pushed the elastic band down and grasped his erection in my hand. “Easy.” He whispered in a shaky voice. Morgan slid his hand to my front and pulled my panties to the side, then he slid one finger through my slickness and pressed his thumb against my pulsating clit.
“Oh god, Morgan.” I moaned out in a whisper. His cock was pulsating against the palm of my hand with each stroke. I tugged up to the tip and felt a bead of wetness drip against my hand. Our breathing was getting faster and our touching getting more urgent. When he pulled away from me I looked at him with confusion and frustration.
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br /> He pushed my legs together then pulled my panties down and over my boots, “Put your foot up here and the other on the seat, spread those sexy fuckin’ legs for me.” He positioned my legs how he wanted then pushed his jeans down.
“Wait…” I put my hand against his chest.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, I promise. Trust me?”
“Ok.” I smiled nervously and nodded at him.
He positioned himself between my legs, slid the tip of his cock to my entrance but didn’t push inside of me. I tensed until I realized that he was slowly pushing his hardness between my lips up to my clit. Back and forth he stroked himself against my clit until I was panting for air and gripping his biceps, the same time my orgasm started he moaned and hot spurts of come burst from his cock and tickled my clit. He rubbed harder against me until we were both breathless from our release.
“That was amazing!” I breathed out.
“Thank you for trusting me.” He said and kissed the corner of my mouth. My cell phone started ringing. He looked at the cup holder then at me, “It’s Vi and your five minutes late.”
My eyes got big and I tried to sit up but he stopped me, Morgan reached over next to my head and opened the glove box. With a gentle touch he wiped my center dry. “I don’t think I got any on your dress…my seat yes.” He said with a laugh before kissing me and sitting up to tuck himself back into his jeans.
“Where are my panties?” I asked trying to look on the floorboard.
He grabbed them from the shifter and handed them to me, I gave him a quizzical look. He raised his hands in defense, “I told you this wasn’t my first time.”
I laughed, “I know, I just can’t believe they were right there and I didn’t see them.”
I quickly pulled them on and flipped the visor down to check my hair. It was a mess and my cheeks were flush, my cell phone started ringing again. Mom was calling, “Sorry Momma we are on our way. I made Morgan pull over so I could stare up at the stars. We lost track of time talking.”
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