Rebecca's Awakening Complete Love Story and Book Series

by J. H. York

  She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, and it was getting hard. He had deftly taken off her top and she was rubbing his penis with her hand. Rebecca opened her eyes and realized she was laying naked on her bed, with her hand busily working her clitoris. For a split second she felt embarrassed and guilty, but that passed as a small wave of pleasure rushed through her. She closed her eyes again as she continued to rub herself. Back in her fantasy… Hughes had laid her on her back and his large penis was right at her, just about to enter. Simultaneously she pushed a finger in herself as the fantasy Hughes entered her. As she and Hughes made love in her mind, she made love to herself on the resort bed. The smoothness around her labia added to the situation and she could feel her orgasm building quickly.

  She moaned softly as she thought of Hughes inside of her, thrusting perfectly, filling her with his manhood. She put two fingers inside to fill herself more, and rubbed her clitoris with her thumb. As she imagined Hughes reaching an orgasm inside her, she came. She couldn't help but cry out loudly as she had not had an orgasm this intense since her very first one when she was 14 and masturbated in the barn. Spasms of pleasure racked her body, and she felt the pleasure engulf her entire body. Her toes were clenched tightly, and her free hand had grabbed the bed covers and pulled them crazily. Without thinking she rubbed her throbbing area intensely. After just a few seconds she came again. Her second orgasm was as intense as the first and she moaned as the pleasure flowed throughout her body.

  She slowly moved her hand up her tight stomach and to her breasts. She was breathing heavily and as she passed over her breasts she pinched her nipple. A spasm of pleasure coursed through her and she giggled a little. She brought her hand up to her face and felt the sweat that had broken out. Laying her hand palm up on her forehead she closed her eyes and lay there for a minute. “Whew...” She said out loud. “I definitely needed that.”

  She reached over to the nightstand, picked up her phone and set the alarm for a half hour later. Tossing the phone on the bed she was asleep before the phone landed on the covers. Her dreams were intensely erotic, and all revolved around Hughes. The one that stood out was of Hughes walking in the gardens of the resort with Camilla. They stopped and she dropped to her knees. As she gave him a blowjob he stood, eyes closed and smiling. Rebecca was watching from behind a tree, across the gardens. She was masturbating as Camilla's blond head bobbed up and down. Suddenly Hughes opened his eyes and stared straight at Rebecca. Instead of running away, she stepped out from behind the tree. She finished when he did, in the garden, 20 feet away. Rebecca awoke feeling she might not ever have had a better nap.

  The shower felt great, and the array of soaps and shampoos all had a tropical smell that made the resort “feel” that much stronger. The nap, and now the shower, had helped to lessen the buzz from the alcohol and Rebecca was feeling refreshed. That's not the only thing that helped. She thought and smiled. She walked out to her room from the bathroom and let the towel fall off of her. Walking around naked she stopped at the mirror for a minute and examined her naked body. She smiled. She sauntered over to the mini-bar and fixed a small drink, then walked back to her bed where her luggage was waiting. Setting her drink down on the nightstand she flipped open her luggage. As she sorted through the clothes her smile turned to a small frown. I do dress like an old maid sometimes.

  As she stared at her luggage a thought flashed in her mind. Did I pack it? Quickly she rifled through her clothes and was rewarded with the outfit she was looking for. Smiling wickedly she placed the items on her bed and went into the bathroom to put on her makeup.

  ******

  Jill and Deb were at the table, having drinks. The outside patio was packed with resort guests, and there seemed to be a buzz in the air. It was apparent that Jefferson Hughes' presence at the resort was the source of the excitement. Anytime someone famous is around it tends to generate excitement, but someone as accessible as Hughes elevated the excitement to a whole other level. Apparently he was going to do an impromptu book signing the next day, and the local stores had already sold out of his work since the announcement.

  Jill took a sip of her drink and looked at her phone checking the time. She frowned, it wasn't like Rebecca to be late. Jill had chosen a sleeveless white silk top and short tan skirt for her evening attire. The light colors enhanced her bronze skin and dark hair, which in turn highlighted her green eyes. Deb had on a pair of tight black jeans, and an aqua blue top. A long pair of dangling silver earrings lightly jangled as she turned her head to check if Rebecca had arrived. Her blue eyes and blond hair that twinkled brightly despite a slight worried look on her face.

  “She probably couldn't figure out which sweater to wear.” Deb smiled and she and Jill had a quick laugh.

  They sat in silence for a minute when Jill suddenly exclaimed,”Holyyyyy shit.”

  Deb followed Jill's gaze and they saw Rebecca coming toward them. Her hair was up in a high coiffed hair knot, and she was wearing a blue gown. It was sleeveless and had buttons from the hemline to her neck. Rebecca had left the buttons undone from the hem bottom to mid-thigh, and as she walked her toned tan legs glistened smoothly in the torchlight patio space. Her heels were blue, and just right in height and seductiveness. She was stunning…

  She reached the table and sat down, smiling brightly.

  “Wow...” Jill breathed.

  “Yeah...totally.” Deb agreed.

  Laughing lightly Rebecca continued to smile. “Thank-you.” She took a sip of her water and sighed. “It's nice out here on the patio.”

  Jill picked up her drink and held it up, “To a great first day, and to the rest of the trip!”

  They toasted and drank, and Rebecca felt very content. They had a nice dinner, talking about life back home. Both Jill and Deb had come from bigger cities, while Rebecca had grown up in a rural setting. Now they all resided in Massachusetts. Rebecca had become friends with Jill a year ago when they met at a local laundry mat, and she met Deb through Jill.

  “Let's go dancing!” Jill gushed as they sat after dinner.

  Rebecca smiled. “Totally.” She said.

  They left the dinner area and walked along the paths toward the nightclub. As they walked through the gardens Rebecca couldn't help but look around, wondering if she would see Jefferson Hughes off to the side getting a blow job from Camilla. Rebecca felt herself get wet, and she blushed. As they neared the nightclub they could hear the music inside, pulsing and thumping with a heavy base beat.

  Inside they got their drinks and headed to the dance floor. The place was crowded, but not overly. The girls danced with each other for a bit, then Jill started dancing with a muscle bound man in his early 30's. She was grinding on him and he was grinding back, and Rebecca smiled. She also had a twinge of jealousy rush through her. Why can't I just let loose like that? Deb was also dancing with a man, but at a bit more of a distance than Jill with her guy. Rebecca could feel the heat radiating from the many writhing bodies, and decided to step outside for some air. Making her way through the throng of people she reached the back and stepped outside. The club sat on the outskirts of the beach and the light breeze and salty air felt good on her hot skin. She took a whiff of fresh air and closed her eyes.

  Suddenly she had the feeling that she wasn't alone. Slowly she turned her head to the left. Sitting in the dark corner was a man. Standing up the man said, “I think I know you...” He stepped out of the shadows and into the light that was coming from the club's open doors. “Do I?” Jefferson Hughes asked.

  5 CHAPTER FIVE

  Rebecca felt the rush of color to her cheeks as he casually sauntered closer. He was about six feet tall, and he smiled as he neared. He had a drink in his hand, and she smelt the whiskey as well as the powder freshness of him. She stood wide-eyed as he got to within a couple of feet. He was still smiling as he took a drink. His eyes twinkled as he blatantly let his eyes travel over her body. She quickly brought her drink up to her mouth, and she was terrified to see th
e slight tremble the glass made.

  He laughed quietly and stood looking at her...appraising her. “Maybe I'm wrong...but you look...”

  Rebecca cut him off hastily. “You went out with my older sister Wendy when she was a senior in high school back home.”

  She hated the speed with which she spoke when she was nervous, and it was exaggerated because he didn't seem to have a nervous bone in his body. He was thinking as he took a sip of his drink. Snapping his fingers he smiled that smile. “Wendy! Wendy Holland! Right?”

  Rebecca felt a pang of anger that he didn't remember their last name. “Hollisssss.” She corrected, and felt her cheeks start burning again.

  He was nodding though, unfazed by her tone. “Yes...yes...” He reached out gently and turned her so he could totally look at her. “Becca? You're Becca right? Man you were just a kid then.”

  Her stomach did a flip-flop, and so did her privates. He remembers ME! She smiled despite herself. “Yes...It's Rebecca...haven't been called Becca since junior high.” She took a sip of her drink and smiled a little crooked smile while tilting her head slightly. “I'm all grown up now though.” WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!?!

  He smiled and nodded, giving her a long and lasting look of approval. Taking a sip from his drink he quietly said from behind the glass. “You certainly are.”

  She blushed but smiled nonetheless.

  “Are you still living down in Milton?”

  She shook her head and laughed. “No... I live in Massachusetts now. Just outside of Boston. I teach 5th grade.”

  She blushed again, thinking how incredibly boring that must be for him to hear.

  He was smiling. “I can bet that the boys in your class all have a crush on Ms. Hollis then.”

  Despite herself she laughed out loud. She looked into his dark eyes and smiled. “You think so?”

  He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly as he grinned. “Mmhmm. I do. Shoot I'm ready to go back to middle school right now if I can be in your class.”

  They both laughed, but Rebecca felt herself getting very wet at the flirtation. He's just playing...or trying to get an easy score.

  “Yes but Mr. Big-time author lives in California now... you'd have to change districts...LOTS of paperwork.” She joked. She thought a minute and her brow furrowed. “How do you know I'm a Miss?”

  Nodding he laughed lightly. He held up his left hand and wagged his naked fingers in the air. “No ring...no ring marks...no tan marks...just...fingers.”

  Shaking her head she laughed. “Yeah...caught me.” She looked down and realized her glass was close to empty.

  “Would you like a refill?” He asked.

  She nodded as she looked into his eyes.

  “Me too. Let's go to the beach bar...it's quieter.”

  More secluded you mean…She thought, but nodded her consent. “I'm just going to text my friends and let them know where I am heading.”

  He gently put his hand on her to stop her. “If you don't mind, I'd rather not be named...” He looked into her eyes and smiled. “Nothing personal...just kinda want to keep my private life as close to private as possible.”

  Rebecca considered for a second then nodded. “No problem.” She said as she sent Jill a text deliberately not naming the charming Mr. Hughes.

  ******

  They had a table all to themselves in the patio. Jefferson had tipped the host well in order to keep their privacy. Rebecca sipped her drink as they made small talk. She couldn't help but notice his easy way, and the smile that always seemed present. His eyes twinkled as he talked, and she wondered what was really going on in his mind.

  “So that's my next book, at least I think so...what do you think of the premise?” He picked up his drink and smiled from behind it as he sipped.

  “I...I like it.” Rebecca answered meekly. “Shit...he caught me...I wasn't even listening. I was just ogling like a little schoolgirl or something.”

  He nodded. “Of course it will be hard to include the aliens and anal probes...but I'll just have the setting in West Virginia or something...”

  Jefferson grinned and chuckled at Rebecca's confused look.

  “Wait...what?” She asked. “I'm confused. You write romance...”

  His laughter filled the air, and she smiled even as her cheeks blushed.

  “Yeah...I do...and you weren't listening anyway...” He grinned and sat back in his chair.

  “No...I was...I mean I wasn't, but not because I wasn't interested I was just....” Crimson rushed to her cheeks again and she quickly took a sip of her drink.

  “It's okay Rebecca. You were distracted.” That smile again. “I know I'm handsome...” He winked and waived the waiter over. “Would you like another drink?” Jefferson asked.

  Rebecca nodded. “Yes, but that's my last one.”

  He nodded and pointed at the drinks. The waiter nodded and spun off to get them.

  “So...” He said and sat staring at her.

  “So? So what? What does that mean” “Soooo...” She replied and shrugged, smiling.

  He sat in silence until the drinks were replaced. “After our drinks I'd like to take you...for a walk in the gardens.” He grinned mischievously.

  “Would you now? Well maybe...we'll see if you are a good boy first.” Rebecca joked. “What does he want in the garden I wonder...haha...maybe he wants to see MY flower.” A blush and a smile burst on her face, and she quickly looked down.

  He took a sip of his drink as he smiled.

  “Why aren't you married?” She whispered while still looking down.

  His laughter made her look up, and she felt a blush again. He stopped laughing and stared at her. “Marriage and I do not see eye to eye...it's not for me.”

  Nodding she continued. “But you write romance so well...I mean...how...”

  Cutting her off he asked, “Why couldn't I write romance and also not believe in the institution of marriage? The two are not linked always, right? I don't need a slip of paper to know I love someone. What I write is from inside...mostly.”

  “Oh Rebecca what are you doing? You should leave...just say thank you and go...this is not right for you.”

  “Why aren't you?” He asked pointedly. “You haven't found the right man...you aren't comfortable in your own skin...you haven't found yourself...You're too young...See? So many reasons. But the only reason that matters...is that you aren't ready. Neither am I.” He shrugged and took a drink. “Such a heavy topic for a resort vacation. Don't you think?”

  Nodding Rebecca sipped her drink. I would have sex with him...would it be terrible like all the rest? He is sooo...delectable. Smiling Rebecca sat back in her chair. “So we're a couple of misfits like in “Rudolph”... Right?”

  As he sat for a minute, he studied her. “Is that how you view yourself...? A misfit? You're a beautiful woman. Clearly intelligent...and somewhat witty.”

  Rebecca felt herself blush at the compliments that Jefferson was lauding.

  He paused and considered his next thought. Taking a sip of his drink he studied her. His eyes roamed her face, and body. She felt he was taking in her every inch, and in fact he was. He took a lengthy drink from his glass, and set it down. “We should go...”

  Nodding despite herself, Rebecca took a drink from her glass. Standing up, Jefferson extended his hand. Numbly Rebecca took it and stood. He tossed some money down on the table and Rebecca noticed it was significantly more than the bill would be.

  Taking her hand he led her from the patio, and they walked in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. What are you doing?!?!?!? This is...good. RIGHT? It's good....

  “So... These are the gardens...” He announced as they entered the secluded area. Benches were on both sides of the gravel walk as they took in the fragrant smells emanating from the flowers all around.

  6 CHAPTER SIX

  Just kiss him already...you know you want to.

  As they passed a palm tree Jefferson grabbed her and gently backed her up a
gainst the tree. Rebecca felt her back on the tree and stared into his eyes.

  “I want to kiss you.” He said huskily. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

  She could feel the heat from her body rushing all over, and in her face. She nodded.

  “Say it...” He whispered.

  A moment passed, and it felt like an eternity to Rebecca. Her stomach was doing flips, and she could feel herself getting wet. Here goes nothing...or everything. “I want you to kiss me...” She whispered.

  His lips were on hers in a flash, and she responded as urgently. They kissed and she felt that she had not been kissed, or had kissed, with such passion! It was as if they couldn't get enough of each other. He groaned softly, and their tongues stroked each others. She put her hands on his chest and felt the firmness of his muscles through his shirt. He put his hands on her cheeks and continued to kiss her. She slowly moved her hands downward. He broke the kiss and pulled his head back, looking into her eyes...searching.

  “I want you...” She said as she continued to move her hands down. She stopped on his waistband and moved her hands toward the button.

  Stopping her hands with his, he said, “Not in public...Someone is always watching me. I don't need a sex tape popping up.”

  He smiled but Rebecca felt no humor at the moment. I just want to take you right NOW! “We can go to my room.” She whispered into his ear.

  He nodded. Rebecca glanced down and took note that his erection was large, and straining against his pants. She smiled and quickly brushed her finger over it. “Come on big boy.” She said and wondered where this assertiveness was coming from.