Indiscretion: A Standalone Forbidden Romance

by Lane Hart

  “In that case, can I take you straight to my bedroom?” I ask.

  “S-sure,” she stutters.

  “I know you’re nervous,” I tell her. “But I plan to take care of you, sweetheart, to make you feel good. I just don’t want you to have any regrets, so are you sure?”

  “I-I won’t regret it,” she replies, raising her chin to try and appear more confident, but I still hear the shakiness in her voice.

  “No, baby, I won’t let you,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and leading her down the hallway to my bedroom.

  I let go of her hand at the foot of the bed to reach for the hem of her shirt. “Is it okay if I take this off?” I ask.

  “Okay,” she answers with a nod while her big, green eyes remain wide and hesitant.

  “Are you sure, Sam?”

  “Yes,” she replies. And then she lifts her shirt over her head herself before reaching for mine which I eagerly permit her to take off of me. Standing before me in her lacy white bra, Sam splays her palms over my chest and caresses my skin reverently. With my knuckle lifting her chin, she’s tall enough that all I have to do is lean forward to kiss her lips.

  “I really love how tall you are,” I tell her when I pull away. Running my finger just inside the waistband of her skirt, I ask, “Can I take this off too?”

  A nod is Sam’s response, so I find the zipper on the side and tug it down until the material puddles around her feet on the floor. Kneeling down in front of her, I help her lift each of her feet to remove her shoes and hose, placing a kiss above the bandage on her sprained ankle. From there I slowly kiss my way up the inside of her leg, to her knee, the soft skin of her thigh, until I reach the line of her pink cotton panties. Familiar panties.

  “You wore these for me?” I look up at her face to ask.

  “Yes,” she answers, her voice soft.

  “Thank you,” I tell her as I kiss the inside of her thigh again, meaning I appreciate a lot more than her just wearing the panties from the first day we met. She’s allowing herself to be vulnerable with me, which tells me that despite the short time we’ve known each other, Sam already trusts me to take care of her. And I have no intentions of letting her down.

  At Sam’s waistline, I run my tongue along the cotton band and down to the center of the soft fabric to where I know her pussy is. Gripping the backs of her thighs in each hand, I push my tongue up into the material until it presses against her flesh.

  Sam gasps above me and her hands come down to grab hold of my shoulders.

  “Should I keep going?” I ask with my mouth up against the panties, so she’ll feel the heat of my breath.

  “Y-yes,” she answers hoarsely.

  With a finger hooked into the now damp crotch, I slide her panties aside and finally place a kiss directly on her pussy. When some of the tension eases from her posture, I flatten my tongue to let it stroke along her clit, wetting it more and more with each pass.

  “Oh God,” Sam moans, telling me she’s enjoying what I’m doing.

  Needing to taste more of her, to invoke those sexy sounds I love to hear, I start lashing at her clitoris faster. When I suck on the swollen bud, Sam throws her head back and cries out, clutching at my shoulders even tighter. She staggers to the side as her legs go weak, so I ease her bottom down onto the mattress. Sam falls backward on it, grabbing bedding in each of her fists while arching her back as I continue kissing her pussy. Now that she’s lying down in front of me, I pull her panties all the way off so that I can spread her legs wider. Then I wedge my shoulders underneath them both to devour every inch of her.

  It doesn’t take long before Sam’s thighs begin to shake. Her hips lift off the bed when she starts coming for me, screaming my name at the top of her lungs like she’s begging me to stop or to keep going, I’m not sure which, so I pull my mouth away to ask her as her orgasm begins to recede.

  “Sam, baby? You okay?”

  Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and her arms are now thrown over her head in surrender. Weakly pushing herself up on her elbows, she looks down at me with the flush of arousal over her cheeks all the way down to her chest and says, “Yes! Don’t stop.”

  “I wasn’t planning on it unless you made me, sweetheart,” I tell her with a grin before I lower my mouth to suck on her clit again.

  “Ohhh. Ohhh God,” she starts moaning right away, already lost to the pleasure for the second time. I reach up with one hand and unsnap the front of her bra, freeing her tits so that I can play with them while I make her come over and over again until my face is drenched with her arousal and my cock is so hard I can barely stand once I get to my feet.

  Unable to go another second without a release, I unzip my pants and pull my swollen, aching shaft out. Standing in between Sam’s thighs that are still sprawled wide open, I wipe my mouth off with my palm. Using her wetness, I tug a few times on my cock while looking down at the gorgeous, fuck-drunk woman laid out naked on my bed. My cock jerks in my hand and then my seed is spraying all over Sam’s belly while she watches with glazed eyes, her front teeth biting down on her bottom lip so hard it’s probably bleeding.

  When I finish with a groan of triumph, I climb lazily up on the bed and stretch out on my side facing Sam.

  “That was…fun,” she says, her head rolling to the side to look over at me.

  “Yes, it was,” I agree, running my hand up her hip. “And you are so damn beautiful.”

  Sam looks away after my compliment, but I reach for her chin to turn it back to me. “You are beautiful,” I tell her. “Every single inch. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.”

  “Really?” she asks quietly, sounding skeptical.

  “Really,” I assure her, brushing a strand of her sepia hair behind her ear. “How is it that you don’t realize how stunning you are?”

  Lowering her eyes, Sam shrugs. “I guess I’ve always thought of myself as boyish because I’m so tall. Guys have always made fun of me for it.”

  “You’re not boyish, sweetheart. You’re a knockout, and I’m betting those idiot boys were just trying to flirt with you.”

  “Thank you,” she says shyly before sitting up with her arms covering her breasts not very subtly. Now that the endorphins are wearing off, she’s becoming shy and self-conscious again.

  “I should go,” she says, shooting off the bed and gathering up her discarded clothes. And while normally after sex I couldn’t care less if a woman up and left, I find myself actually wanting Sam to stay. Not just for a little while but all night with me in my bed.

  “You can clean up in the master bathroom if you want,” I tell her, pointing the way.

  “Yeah, thanks,” she says before she scurries away as fast as she can with a sprained ankle and shutting the door with her pile of clothing in her arms.

  While she’s in there dressing, I consider asking her to stay over tonight; but since she still lives at home with her parents, one of which is an army veteran, I seriously doubt they would allow it. Besides, I’m not trying to draw any attention to our relationship that’s already in an ethical gray area.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sam

  A quick rap of knuckles sounds on the glass of my car window Tuesday morning, making me startle.

  Glancing around, I realize that I’m sitting in the school parking lot, but I don’t remember driving here. At all. No traffic lights, pedestrians or other cars. Nothing.

  How can I possibly think of anything except for what happened yesterday?

  A smile spreads across my face as I remember in great detail the things Grant did to me.

  Another knock on my window, and then I hear Hunter’s voice saying my name. After I turn the car off, I grab my backpack from the passenger seat. Tossing my keys inside the front zipper, I finally get out of the car.

  “You okay?” Hunter asks.

  “Uh-huh,” I answer, heading for the sidewalk with him next to me.

  “Where were you yesterday after school? I thought
you were grounded?”

  “A, um, friend’s house,” I answer before I stupidly remember the much better, more believable physical therapy excuse I gave my parents.

  “A friend’s house,” Hunter repeats skeptically. “You don’t have any friends but me.”

  “I…I have a new friend. A girl,” I lie. “She’s new in town.”

  “Nice! Is she hot? Does she go to school with us?” he asks.

  “Nope, she’s a few years older. We met at physical therapy,” I further the lie since I figure a little truth mixed in will make it more believable.

  “What’s her name?” he asks.

  “Gr…Grace,” I say off the top of my head. “Grace is a runner for the community college, and she pulled her hamstring.”

  Totally believable. I’ve almost convinced myself that I have a new friend named Grace.

  “You should introduce me,” Hunter says, and I assume that’s because he already wants to sleep with this fictional woman.

  “Sorry, but she has a serious boyfriend,” I tell him, so he’ll lay off. “I’m just hanging out with her because she can’t leave the house until her leg heals and I’m a cripple too for now, so we’re just…watching girly movies.”

  “Fine,” Hunter grumbles. “But we haven’t hung out in, like, weeks, so you owe me a date night with or without Grace.”

  “Soon,” I promise him.

  “I’m serious, Sam. After this summer, I’ll be heading to Raleigh, and you’ll be who the hell knows where. We need to spend as much time as we can before you move away and forget about me,” he says. “Or, you could just let me pay your tuition from my trust fund, and then you could come to State with me!”

  Ignoring his last comment about paying my way, I laugh and tell him, “I could never forget you. You’ve been my best friend since kindergarten, trying to keep up with me…”

  “Oh, I can keep up with you,” he says with a chuckle. “Back then you just had an unfair advantage of being born with ostrich legs.”

  “Hunter!” I exclaim, shoving him in his shoulder before we walk into class and settle in our seats.

  I try to focus on what Mrs. Witten is saying about Ohm’s law, but it’s pointless. My mind is still stuck on Grant. After last night, while I loved every second of it, I wish I knew how he felt about it this morning, but my mom still has my phone, so I don’t know if he’s sent me any messages or tried to call. If nothing else, surely, he must want me to reciprocate for him, right?

  Watching him pull out his long, thick erection last night and stroke his shaft until he came on me was…hot. I wanted to touch him, to taste him the same way he tasted me. If I could make him feel even a shred of the pleasure he was able to invoke, I would be incredibly proud of myself.

  Grant has been hesitant about letting me touch him, and I need to find a way to change his mind. This weekend will be the perfect time since my grounding ends on Friday. Maybe we can even do something romantic, like getting out of town for the day…

  And then I think of the perfect place for us to go. One that should also give us plenty of privacy.

  First, though, I’m going to tell Grant the complete truth, and I’ll just have to hope that it won’t screw everything up.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Grant

  “Where are we going?” I ask Sam when she picks me up at my house Saturday morning in her little car.

  “It’s a surprise,” is all she’ll say with a smile.

  “Well, it must be a good one,” I tell her as I change the radio to classics and we hit the highway. “Because I was certain that you would want to spend our day off with my tongue between your legs.”

  “There should still be plenty of time later for more of that,” Sam says, keeping her eyes on the road, her cheeks turning rosy red.

  “We’re going to Virginia?” I ask about ten minutes later when we cross over the state line.

  “Yep.”

  “What’s in Virginia?”

  “Virgin-ians,” Sam replies.

  “Not for long,” I tease, reaching over to rub my hand up the top of her jean-covered thigh.

  “Stop that!” she exclaims, swatting my hand away. “You’re gonna make me wreck.”

  “We can’t have that,” I say, pulling my hand away since I don’t want to do anything that could hurt her, which reminds me... “How’s your ankle been doing?” I ask, trying to get a look at it in the floorboard.

  “Good. No swelling or soreness,” Sam answers.

  “Awesome. Maybe you can try running on it next week.”

  “Thank goodness,” she replies. “I wanted to this week, but I was waiting for the official medical clearance.”

  “Then you have it. But promise me you’ll start slow, maybe ten minutes running Monday, increasing ten minutes each day, if there’s no discomfort, and gradually working on speed.”

  “I promise,” Sam assures me with an excited grin.

  “So, what’s been going on at school this week?” I ask.

  “Wh-what about it?” she replies, the smile slipping from her face.

  “How is it going? It must have been really busy if I couldn’t see you again until today.”

  “It was fine,” Sam says quickly. “Long mid-term research paper assignments in several classes. Same old. How are your patients?”

  “Good. Most are antiques, but they’re sweet,” I tell her before she pulls off on an exit. A little ways up a mountain, a sign welcomes us to Fairy Stone State Park.

  “What exactly are Fairy Stones?” I ask Sam as she follows the winding road further into the forest of trees.

  “They’re cross-shaped crystals that are only found around here. Legend says they were the tears of fairies,” she replies with a grin. “Not that I’ve ever found any, and my family’s been coming here every summer since I can remember.”

  “Looks pretty empty today,” I notice. There are only two other cars in the parking lot we pulled into besides our own.

  “Too cold for most people this time of year, but the summers are always packed,” she explains. “Come on. I have blankets and a bag of snacks for us in the trunk.”

  “Sounds good,” I reply before climbing out, definitely intrigued to find out why Sam brought me up to Virginia in mid-March. Surely there are plenty of parks back home we could have visited.

  Curious, I tuck the two fleece blankets she hands me under my arm and take Sam’s hand as we walk down an embankment that leads to…

  “A beach?” I say in surprise at the unexpected white sand and water gently lapping up on it. Along one side of the shore are various, brightly colored animal figures for kids to play on, and off in the middle of the lake is a dock with a diving board.

  “You said you missed the beach,” Sam explains.

  “Wow, this is…this is amazing,” I tell her, pulling her close to me with my free arm. “It’s like our own private island.”

  “Maybe we can come back in the summer and swim,” she offers. “It’s a lot closer than driving to the coast.”

  “Definitely,” I agree, not even the least bit freaked out about the idea of us still seeing each other in a few months. Never really one for long term commitment, now I can’t imagine not being with Sam. Just the thought nearly causes me to have an anxiety attack.

  “Let’s find somewhere to set up camp,” I suggest, not wanting to think about the future anymore.

  About two feet away from where the gentle tide comes in, we lay out a thick, plaid blanket and sit down on top of it. With my legs spread to make room, I pull Sam down between them, her back to my chest. She covers us up with a soft fleece blanket to block some of the chilly air off of us as we sit back and soak up the relaxing atmosphere.

  “This is one of the best surprises anyone has ever done for me,” I tell Sam with a kiss to the side of her cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

  “You’re welcome,” she says over her shoulder. “Actually, while we’re here, there’s something I wanted to talk to you a
bout.”

  “Please tell me it’s not about our physical relationship,” I tell her, squeezing my arms around her waist. “We’re going to take things slow because I refuse to rush into this with you. And I really like how things are going,” I assure her.

  The few times this week when we’ve talked on the phone, Sam has mentioned that she’s worried that I might be disappointed because I want us to be moving faster, which is absolutely not true. While I can’t wait to be with her, I will wait, until I know for certain, without a single doubt that she’s ready.

  “No, it’s not that,” Samantha replies with a shake of her head. “I’m really sorry, Grant, but I haven’t been completely honest with you…”

  “Oh?” I ask in surprise at her suddenly serious tone. Since the day we met in my exam room, Sam’s seemed like one of the most honest, sincere girls I’ve ever met.

  “I’m not exactly…well, when you assumed I was in college, I didn’t correct you,” she begins to explain.

  “So, you’re telling me that you’re not in college?” I ask.

  “No, I won’t technically be enrolled until the fall,” she responds. “Right now I’m just taking a few classes…”

  I consider that information while watching the sole boat on the water speed across the lake. Sam’s not actually enrolled in a college program and was, what? Ashamed to tell me? Worried I would think less of her? I can’t say I understand her thinking.

  “Your educational status doesn’t matter to me, baby,” I assure her in case she’s feeling insecure because I have a doctorate and a practice. I’m ten years older, so that’s to be expected. “I know that you’re a smart, determined woman who can do anything you want.”

  “It’s more than that…” she starts with a frustrated sigh. “I’m only in…ahhh!” Sam shrieks when a cold wave washes up onto our warm blankets, obviously the wake caused by the asshole in the boat that went speeding by.

  Both of us jump up to try and get out of the way but only after our pants legs and asses have been drenched with freezing cold water.