“Good thing we’re up for a party.” Mel laughed.
“Always.”
As they entered the place, they walked past the origin of the noise. There was a large group that occupied five big tables around the jukebox. The tables were full, and people were milling around, talking and laughing and singing with the music.
Joey and Mel found an empty booth close to the kitchen.
“What can I get you gals?” the waitress asked.
“Two monster burgers with fries and a couple of Coronas.” Joey motioned to the gathering. “What’s going on over there?”
“Tiffany Swanson’s eighteenth birthday party.”
“No way,” Mel said. “That runt is eighteen now?”
“Makes you feel old, don’t it?” The waitress walked off.
Joey glanced over at the crowd, almost feeling sorry for the men who clearly felt out of place. She scanned the group, and her gaze fell on a lovely young woman whose purple tube top barely covered her shapely breasts. Her belly piercing shined against her flat tan stomach, and the legs of her jeans shorts came just to the tops of her thighs.
“Damn, that Tiffany’s grown up.”
“Eighteen really isn’t grown up.”
“You’re not looking at her.”
Mel craned her neck around the booth to see what Joey was talking about. “Damn. That’s scary. She’s just a kid.”
“Not the way I see it.”
“Joey, don’t.”
“I’m just saying she doesn’t look much like a kid.”
“That’s not what you’re saying, and we both know it. Be cool. Her grandmother founded this place. She’d roll over in her grave if she could read your mind. Joey Scarpetti after any of her womenfolk would have terrified her.”
Joey nodded absently. “Mildred was a special woman. I miss her.”
“We all do. Her death last month was a blow to the whole community.”
Their burgers arrived, and they devoured them, washing them down with more beer.
“I suppose we should go say happy birthday,” Joey said.
“Sure, why not? Just remember we used to babysit the birthday girl.”
“Would you relax?”
They had barely crossed the restaurant when Tiffany walked up to them.
“Hey, squirt,” Mel said. “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks.” Tiffany looked at Joey. “I’m eighteen now.”
“So I hear.”
Tiffany closed the distance between them and leaned against Joey. “That means I’m legal.”
“Oh, shit!” Mel said.
“Don’t mind her.” Joey smiled. “Are you enjoying your party?”
“I am now.”
“We were just leaving,” Mel said. “But we wanted to say hi first. So enjoy your party.”
Tiffany pouted, her full pink lips teasing Joey. “But you just got here.”
“Right,” Joey said. “It would be rude to just take off like that.”
Tiffany smiled and tucked some chestnut hair behind her ear. “So you’ll stay?”
“No, really. We can’t.” Mel looked pointedly at Joey.
Joey fished her keys from her pocket and handed them to Mel. “If you need to go, take my truck. I’m sure Tiff here’ll give me a lift later.”
Tiffany’s face lit up. “I’d love to. Oh, I’m so happy you’re staying.”
Mel glared at her but took the keys. “Don’t stay out too late. Remember, we’re working stiffs.”
“Have I ever been late to work?”
“You were close this morning.”
“Details. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mel.” She watched Mel walk out of the dive and felt Tiffany’s warm hand on hers.
“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.
“But this is your party.” Joey laughed.
“It’s been going on long enough. Go out back and I’ll swing around and pick you up.”
Joey’s crotch was wet from Tiffany’s boldness. She couldn’t wait to peel those tight shorts off Tiff and taste her wares. The thought made her clit hard. She walked behind the building and leaned against the back wall.
Less than ten minutes later, a new yellow convertible Mustang pulled up with Tiffany behind the wheel. Joey smiled appreciatively at the sight.
“Nice ride.” She slid in.
“I like it.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’m staying at my grandma’s.”
“Why?”
“Just to make sure nothing happens to it before it sells.”
“You’re not seriously worried about vandals in Maybon Tir? And even if we did have them, no one would dare touch Mildred Braun’s place.”
“I know. She’s like a hero here. But my mom worried, so I’m staying there over the summer.”
“It’s got to be nice for you to have a place of your own for a few months.”
Tiffany lifted a slim shoulder. “I enjoy my independence. But it’s kind of hard to be tied to Maybon Tir all summer.”
Joey shifted in her seat and stared at Tiffany. “I suppose there’s not a lot to do here at your age.”
“Not a lot meaning nothing.”
“Will you be going to college in the fall?”
“Yep. I’ll be at Somerset.”
“What about after that? Any plans?”
“Honestly?”
“Sure.”
“Well, my dad wants me to be a hotshot lawyer in Los Angeles or somewhere, but I think I might make Maybon Tir my home. It may not be fun to live here now, but I can see what a cool place it would be to live when I grow up.”
“Really?” Joey was genuinely surprised.
“Sure. I could spend the rest of my life surrounded by nothing but women.”
“I like you.” Joey laughed.
“I was kind of counting on that.” Tiffany pulled up in front of one of the larger houses in the community. Mildred Braun started with a cottage when she was establishing the community, but that was now an outbuilding, and the Georgian-style house she’d had built sat on a curved driveway lined with palm trees.
There were six balustrades in the front section of the wraparound porch, all whitewashed to look brand new. Green shutters accented the white of the house and all looked freshly painted, as well.
“This place was your grandmother’s pride and joy.”
“You helped build it. I remember.”
“You do, huh?”
“I decided the first time I saw you that I had to have you.”
“You were just a kid. I remember your long hair in braids and those braces on your teeth.”
“Aha, so you did notice me.”
“Not the way I notice you now.”
Chapter Two
Tiffany smiled and walked around to the back of the house. Joey followed and gazed at the swimming pool she had poured concrete for. She sat on the diving board and let her feet dangle just above the water.
“You’re not getting in?” Tiffany asked from the shallow end.
“Are you?”
“I was thinking about it.”
Joey sat mesmerized as Tiffany lifted the tube top over her head, her large breasts bouncing free. Her nipples were large and hard and only slightly darker than the mounds on which they sat. The distinct absence of tan lines was not lost on Joey, who grew wetter by the moment.
Tiffany kept her focus on Joey as she unbuttoned, then slowly unzipped, her tight denim shorts. Joey’s focus was on the shorts as she strained to see what was underneath. Her mouth was dry, her throat tight as she watched in anticipation.
Tiffany slid her shorts down, and Joey saw a tiny purple patch of cloth covering an area she knew she’d see soon enough. She enjoyed being teased and smiled that Tiffany was obviously no stranger to the role she was playing.
Tiffany stepped onto the top step leading into the pool.
“Careful,” Joey called. “Your panties might get wet.”
“They already are.”
Joey swallowed hard, using every ounce of self-control to stay on the diving board. She watched as Tiffany moved down to the next step, the water halfway up her thighs.
“How’s the water?” Joey asked.
“Why don’t you get in and find out?”
“Maybe I’m enjoying the view from here.”
“You never struck me as someone who’d be satisfied to just enjoy the view.”
Joey stood on the board and quickly stripped out of her shorts and shirt. She saw Tiffany’s appreciative gaze as she bounced into the air. She sliced into the water, making barely a splash. She crossed the pool underwater, surfaced just in front of the steps and knelt on one, her face level with Tiffany’s breasts. She brushed her cheek against them. She opened her mouth and fought the urge to close it on the pert nipple. Instead, she stood and placed her hand on the back of Tiffany’s neck.
She moved her mouth closer, feeling Tiffany’s ragged breath on her lips. Intent to drag the moment out, she kissed Tiffany’s cheek, her jaw, then licked and sucked her earlobe. She stood and looked again at the hardened nubs protruding from Tiffany’s breasts. They were puckered and tight, leaving no doubt about Tiffany’s arousal.
Blood rushed in her ears, her own need making her dizzy. She brushed her open mouth against Tiffany’s once, then again before closing it on her lips, finally tasting Tiffany’s perfectly full pink pair.
Her own breath catching, Joey moved her mouth against Tiffany’s while she pulled her body against hers. The feel of Tiffany’s soft breasts against her made her clit swell. She was all desire as she slid a hand up Tiffany’s shapely rib cage and rested it under her breast. She ran her thumb along the soft underside as her tongue finally entered Tiffany’s mouth. She traced the breast with her thumb as the kiss intensified. Unable to resist any longer, she moved her thumb over the hard nipple and pinched the tender tip.
She felt Tiffany’s moan as her hands were in Joey’s hair, holding her in place while she kissed her harder. Joey finally broke the kiss and, breathless, leaned her forehead against Tiffany’s. She moved the palm of her hand over one nipple and then the other. She cupped one full mound and bent to suck its offering. She rolled it in her tongue and sucked hard, drawing it deep.
Joey slid her hands down Tiffany’s back and cupped her firm ass, gliding her hands over her smooth cheeks. She peeled the thong down Tiffany’s legs and helped her step out of it. She tossed the satin undergarment on the side of the pool and moved her hand between Tiffany’s legs while she moved to suck the other nipple.
Tiffany pulled away from Joey and stepped up one step.
“Where are you going?”
“Over here.” She got out of the pool and walked along the edge, finally sitting down and lowering her legs into the water.
Joey cut through the water and stood before her. She separated Tiffany’s thighs and stared at the smooth, creamy pussy briefly before running her fingers along it. She watched as she dipped her fingertips inside, turned her hand over, and pulled them out. She reinserted them and spread them out while withdrawing them again.
Tiffany placed her legs over Joey’s shoulders and Joey dipped her tongue inside her. She lapped at the juices that were pouring from her before taking her swollen clit in her mouth. Joey buried her fingers deep inside her once again as she licked and sucked the hard clit.
Tiffany pressed herself into Joey, rubbing against her in a perfect rhythm. Joey licked her clit harder, rubbing perfect circles on it while her fingers moved deeper with each thrust.
Tiffany threw her head back and screamed as Joey felt her crushing her fingers in the force of her orgasm. Joey slowly withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her tongue, savoring the flavor of Tiffany’s come. She sucked her lips and pressed her thumbs into her clit, forcing Tiffany to climax again.
Joey backed up and grabbed Tiffany’s ankles, abruptly pulling her into the water. Tiffany surfaced and grabbed Joey, kissing her hard and running her hands over her muscled arms.
“Happy birthday to me!” She laughed against Joey’s mouth.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” She kissed down Tiffany’s neck, sucking where it met her shoulder.
“You have a way with that mouth,” Tiffany said.
Joey moved lower and took Tiffany’s nipple in her mouth once more. She kneaded and squeezed the breast while she sucked and moved her free hand between Tiffany’s legs again. She easily slipped three fingers inside her while she continued to suck and pull on the nipple. She felt Tiffany’s fingernails digging into her upper back while she continued to please her and was rewarded with yet another round of convulsions as Tiffany came around her fingers.
Tiffany lifted Joey’s mouth to hers and moved her hand between Joey’s hard thighs. She found her clit hard and slick. “What gets you off, huh?”
“Beautiful women usually do the trick.”
Tiffany slid her fingers inside Joey while she pressed her palm into her clit. “I’m so glad you came by The Shack today.”
“Me too.” Joey kissed her hard, all her need apparent in the kiss as she rocked against Tiffany’s hand. She felt the pressure against her throbbing clit and moved to take her fingers deeper.
“I want you to come for me,” Tiffany whispered.
Joey threw her head back, closing her eyes at the sensations. She felt Tiffany’s tongue on her neck and struggled to remain standing as she felt the waves building.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Tiffany said. “I feel you twitching. Are you close? Oh, God, I can’t believe Joey Scarpetti is going to come for me.”
Joey lost it then, giving herself over to the orgasm that crashed through her. She grabbed hold of Tiffany so as not to fall over and slip underwater. When she was back in control, she tried to move away, but Tiffany had other plans.
“Not yet.” She slid another finger inside Joey.
“Easy, baby. We have all night.”
“But I want you again now.”
“You’re about sexy as hell, aren’t you?” Joey felt her body responding again.
“I’m so glad you think so.” Tiffany smiled. She moved her fingers in and out and pressed her thumb against Joey’s tight rosebud. “You like that? Can I fuck you there?”
Joey was used to being the one doing the exploring, but there was something insanely arousing about this young woman wanting to fuck her every which way. She felt Tiffany’s thumb barely penetrate her, and her clit swelled even more. She knew one touch would get her off again. She grabbed Tiffany’s free hand and pressed it into her. She rubbed it against her as Tiffany continued to fuck her. The explosion started at her very core and shot through her limbs, leaving her limp when it ended.
*
Fog rolled in as the sun went down, dropping the temperature an easy twenty degrees. Joey saw goose bumps on Tiffany and knew they weren’t from being turned on.
“Maybe we should head inside and warm up,” she suggested.
“Or we could just move to the hot tub,” Tiffany said.
Shivering, they climbed out of the pool and into the warmth of the hot tub.
“Do you want bubbles?” Tiffany asked.
“No way.” Joey moved closer to her and rested a hand on her upper thigh. “I want to be able to see every inch of you.”
She watched as Tiffany’s legs parted and moved her hand between them. She enjoyed the magnified view as she slid two fingers inside her. Tiffany pulled her hood back, exposing her clit for Joey’s view, as well.
“You’re beautiful.” Joey kissed her and plunged her fingers deeper. She felt Tiffany’s fingers brush hers and pulled away to see Tiffany rubbing her protruding clit. Joey got comfortable and watched, sliding another finger in as Tiffany rubbed either side of her clit, pinching it between her fingers and getting Joey hotter by the minute.
Tiffany placed her free hand on Joey’s clit and rubbed it hard and fast as she continued to play with hers.
Joey drew a deep breath and gave up thin
king. She focused only on the feel of Tiffany’s slick cunt and her own clit, straining against Tiffany’s fingers. Through the haze, she heard Tiffany breathing heavily and knew neither of them would last much longer. She felt her orgasm sear through her body just as Tiffany cried out yet again.
“You just don’t stop, do you?” Joey finally found her voice.
“Why should I?”
“I’m not saying you should.” Joey laughed. “You’re a lot of fun.”
Tiffany slid over and rested her head on Joey’s shoulder.
“Don’t tell me you’re finally satisfied.”
“I’m just taking a break.”
Joey, finally starting to feel tired after her two nights of play, kissed Tiffany’s head and tried to formulate her escape.
“Hey, you, I hate to do this, but I’ve got to get up early and get to work tomorrow.”
“Sucks to be you.” Tiffany laughed. “What time do you all start work? And what are you working on now?”
“We start at six. And we’re building the day-care center.”
“That’s so cool that enough of us residents have kids to warrant an actual day-care center.”
“I guess. I mean if you’re into kids and all.”
“I just think it’s nice that women who choose to have kids will have a place here instead of having to take them to Somerset.”
“True. The more self-sufficient we are, the better.”
“Exactly.”
There was a long pause in conversation.
“Oh, I get it. You were trying to leave, weren’t you?” Tiffany asked.
“Well, as much as I hate to, I really should.”
“It’s all good.” Tiffany smiled. “I had a blast. You fucked me senseless. You made my birthday dreams come true.”
Joey wondered if she was just putting on a brave face. She seemed genuinely fine. “And you’re okay if I don’t stay the night?”
“I don’t need you here when I wake up if that’s what you’re asking. I’d love to fuck some more, but I already wonder if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow as it is.”
Joey threw her head back and laughed. “You’re something else.”
“I’d like to fuck again some time.”
“Works for me.” Joey climbed out of the hot tub and shook in the cold night air. She looked around and realized they had no towels.
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