A Love for Romance

by Kahlen Aymes

  I quickly cut the distance to the pool cabana. Opening the door, I enter before closing and locking the door behind me. Once that is done, I place Prue back on the ground, but do not release her from my grip. I claim her mouth once more, and I drink from her as if I’ve walked ten miles in the desert.

  Might have been minutes, could have been days who knew, soon I need more.

  Easily lifting her up, I bring her thighs around my waist without breaking contact with her mouth as I walk her through the small building back to where the unused outdoor furniture cushions are. It’s a small storage room, but will suit my purpose, and she doesn’t seem to have any objection to it.

  I go down on my knees before leaning down further to deposit Prue on her back onto the soft padding.

  Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her chest is heaving and showing an intoxicating shade of a blush, that I’m very much looking forward to chasing behind her shirt. Her legs are still lightly wrapped around my waist, as her arms are still around my neck, holding herself to me. I place a hand down against the cushions on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. I’m lost in those icy blue pools one more time, before the birthday girl is taking control

  Our tongues sexually dual and her nimble fingers begin to pull at my shirt. Swiftly it is pulled over my head and thrown God knows where. Before I can seductively try, Prue is already ripping at her own t-shirt, divesting her top off, leaving her only in a pale pink cotton bra.

  I’m definitely concerned I may blow my load before going any further; for right there in the middle between those two commonly plain, yet extremely sexy cotton cups is the daintiest of pink bows.

  My fingers can’t help but flick it.

  “What?” she asks breathlessly.

  “Nothing. A story for another time, but I like this, it is sexy.”

  Her smile stretches out and she coyly moves to the side to where my hand lays and slowly brings it so it is now covering her left tit.

  Heaven

  Between sensual caresses and hot as hell kisses, the rest of our clothes are removed and I’m looking into her heavily lust filled eyes, silently asking for permission.

  She grants it.

  As I guide my cock to her damp entrance I can’t help stop to just stare, committing this moment to memory.

  I push in, she arches her back and when I hit her body’s resistance, shock and confusion halt me, throwing me off balance. So much that Prue grips my ass, squeezes her thighs and yanks on me lunging me forward.

  There is no doubt of what just happened.

  I’m now buried to the hilt, it feels incredible, surrounded by such tight heat, but it isn’t enough to stop my brain.

  She reads me loud and clear, “This is why I wanted it to be you. I wanted to share this with you and only you.”

  She lifts her head and kisses me and I’m no fucking saint, I will worry about the implications later and just enjoy this moment.

  My hips create a rhythm that works for both of us. My hands are everywhere and hers are anchored to my shoulders as her head is thrown back, apparently unable to multi task at this current moment.

  My thumb is now between us, playing her clit, pinching and rubbing in time with the thrusts of my hips.

  She is now clawing at me, and I’ve never seen anything as exquisite as Prue about to have her first orgasm.

  Check that; having her bite down on that plump lower lip as she rides out her orgasm, takes top prize.

  Her eyes are lust filled, but also closing, and knowing I brought her pleasure has me so close that I feel my balls tighten and I know I’m good for a few more thrusts.

  Before I know it, I’m moaning out the best orgasm of my own life as I pull out in time to cover her naked belly in my cum.

  I collapse on top of her, but moving most of my weight to the right, but keeping my arm firmly and possessively over her waist.

  Neither of us say anything, instead we are both concentrating on regaining our breath and then her head is turned towards me and the gorgeous smile is once again in place.

  I just can’t help myself I lean in and kiss her; a simple peck but so full of meaning.

  “Go to dinner with me tonight. I want to hold your hand and enjoy having you all to myself.”

  Her eyes are locked on mine.

  I’m smiling like a deranged fool, but I don’t care. I finally have the girl of my dreams, and I’m never letting go.

  But my perfect moment is ruined, as she breaks our held gaze and sits up.

  I follow her movements, watching as she is reaching for her discarded clothes.

  “Uh, that’s nice for you to offer Wren, but not necessary,” she says clearly as she puts her shirt back on minus her bra.

  I can’t let this moment go, hell these will be the stories, censored of course, to our children. I need her to know how much I want this, how much I want her.

  “I want to Prue. I want everyone to know that you’re my girl,” I say, as I lace my hand into her utterly disheveled hair, still completely buck-ass naked.

  However, she once more pulls away, standing grabbing her panties and shorts, quickly putting them on.

  I can’t move, I’m still leaning into the cushions as she is now standing and completely dressed, all the while never looking towards me.

  Confusion and in all honest annoyance is beginning to take over, as I sit up resting my arms on my raised knees watching her put as much distance between us as the small room will allow.

  “What the fuck Prue?” I growl.

  This seems to grab her attention, she sighs and finally looks towards me.

  “Look, your offer is really sweet Wren, but I think I gave you the wrong impression. I’m not looking for a relationship or anything. I mean come on, I’m only eighteen. I’m leaving for college in a month. I just didn’t want to leave still a virgin.”

  You have got to be fucking kidding me!

  She takes my silence and look of surprise and I guess thinks she is going to lighten the blow by adding, “You understand, don’t you?”

  I don’t answer and apparently the silence is too uncomfortable for her, because she turns to leave, and moments follow I hear the door to the cabana opening and shutting.

  I hang my head and don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

  Only me!

  As much as my insides are cringing I can’t help the smile that ironically grows across my face.

  After everything I was no longer Cock-Blocked instead I was now Clam-Jammed.

  Just fucking perfect!

  Fuck me!

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  What Happens On Spring Break

  by R.C. Stephens

  Chapter 1

  “I think we should pack our things, book a flight, and go. There’s something to be said for spontaneity. Let’s be impulsive, Sash. For once we deserve this.” The lids of Kelly’s eyes fluttered, and she jutted out her upper lip while leaning back on her desk chair, waiting for an answer. Did she think she could guilt me into going away on spring break with her? I made plans with my mom. I couldn’t back out.

  “Kell, can you really see the two of us in Fort Lauderdale during spring break? Everyone will be drinking and having sex,” I said as if it were an anomaly. Drinking and having sex was not part of our strict study regimen at Princeton. We had goals to achieve and not of the orgasmic kind. Besides, we get more turned on discussing Frederich Nietzsche than we would around a bunch of drunk Princeton boys.

  “Exactly.” She cocks her brow, challenging me. Her blond hair is tied in a tight bun on top of her head, her dark-framed glasses sit low on he
r nose, and she’s still wearing the pajamas she slept in last night—all because she needs to ace her Bio Chem test Monday—emphasizing the exact point I’m making in my own head. We don’t fit that lifestyle. “Come on, Sash. Live a little. This is your second year in college and my final year. I haven’t done anything crazy and neither have you. This is our chance.” She waits with a hopeful look as she chews the edge of her pen.

  “You’re going to get ink all over your face.”

  She shrugs. “It won’t be a first.”

  I roll my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” I turn to sit on my bed. I just planned to chill tonight. Maybe watch Grease on TV, not think about booking some wild trip. My cell rings. Mom’s name pops up on the screen. I promised her we would spend time together over spring break. My brother is off studying at Oxford and my younger sister will be in Florida for spring break because she’s a party animal and it makes sense for her to go. I didn’t want Mom to be alone. Even though my parents have been married twenty-one years, they live separate lives: Mom doing her thing with us kids and Dad always working. Their marriage wasn’t a whirlwind love story; Mom sure had lonely moments over the years. She seemed satisfied having us kids and her best friend, April the wild one, and her younger, single sister, Becca the even wilder one. Problem is they both told her they would be out of town next week so that leaves me to entertain her. I know she hates to feel like a burden to me, but she isn’t. We’re close, more like friends than mother and daughter. I’m happy to go home.

  “Hi, Mom,” I say into the phone. I’m one of four siblings. My youngest brother passed away five years ago, and Mom’s been struggling ever since. Dad isn’t supportive, which leaves me. Kelly’s gaze trains on me. I want to shout at her to mind her own business, but then she lets out an exasperated breath and turns back to studying. Whatever. I don’t need to explain myself to her anyway.

  “Hey, honey. How are things going?” Mom asks. Her voice is groggy, like she may be sick or maybe it’s the depression again. I don’t know.

  “Things are good. What’s going on? You sound sick,” I say, and I can hear her blowing her nose. Only now it sounds like she’s crying.

  “Mom?” I ask. My throat tightens with concern. I sit up on my bed and cross my legs, waiting for her to spill whatever the heck is going on.

  “Your dad and I split up.” She chokes on more tears. For some reason this information doesn’t surprise me. It’s been a long time coming. I don’t know how they’ve managed to stay together this long. Mom had told me many times over the years that she wanted to leave, it was never the right time.

  “What?” Oh my goodness. Do you want me to drive home?” I immediately offer. “I can be home in two hours,” I say since the drive from Princeton to Greenwich, Connecticut is about two hours long and I have my own car.

  “No, honey. That’s sweet. You’re always so thoughtful. I need you to stay at school. Actually that’s the reason I’m calling...” she pauses to blow her nose “...I’m going to be taking a trip with April and Aunt Becca. I’m leaving Saturday. I just ... I need to get away. I know you’ve made plans to come home next week ...” Her voice trails off.

  “Mom, good, I’m glad you’re getting away. Where you headed?” I ask. I don’t even bother with questions about Dad. There’s no point. He probably just had enough. He warned her many times about leaving. I would hear the fights from my room. I guess he finally followed through on his threats. Mom is better off without him. I realize that she doesn’t answer. Did the phone go dead? “Mom?” I call out and look at the screen on my phone, the minutes still running. “Mom. Where?” I begin to say but she cuts me off.

  Instead she chuckles into the phone like she just heard some ridiculous joke. “I’d rather not say, Sash.” Her mood suddenly seems lighter. Okay then.

  “You’re kidding, right? What’s the big deal? April is wild and does questionable things, and Aunt Becca ...” I pause. “Well, she’s just like April.” My voice trails off as my mind starts conjuring up possibilities. Mom’s friend April is a famous author. Travels around the world to all kinds of exotic destinations where she writes erotic stories using the landscapes for inspiration. Suddenly my eyes turn wide. No. No. No. It can’t be. “She isn’t taking you to some nudist colony, is she?” I ask, a little perplexed. Mom is a beautiful forty-one-year-old woman who spent her life raising four kids. She never worked. She devoted her time to parents’ committees until my brother passed away too young. Then she fell apart.

  She huffs into the phone. “Not a nudist colony but pretty damn close.”

  “You’ve got my attention.” I sit up straight on the bed. Mom is a cool mom. We share lots of details with each other. I told her when I had sex with Jamie, and she was cool and supportive about it.

  “My lips are sealed, darling. You should go read a book, or do what you do,” she says playfully, and I’m glad her earlier sullen mood has lifted.

  “You can’t do this to me.” I retort with a whimper.

  “Honey, what I can tell you is to have some fun. That’s something you know I didn’t do when I was younger but now with your father leaving ... Well, I plan to make up for lost years. It was a blessing in disguise. I was hurt at first—I’m still working through my feelings; after all, twenty-one years is a lifetime—but I’m trying to stay positive, and Becca and April are on some crazy mission to keep me busy and ensure I enjoy my life from here on out,” she explains. Where Becca and April were the wild ones, Mom was always more like the voice of reason helping them work through their issues. She never partook in their antics. I guess that’s clearly about to change.

  “Kelly just asked me to go to Florida for spring break. I’m not sure.” I bite my lip, waiting for some motherly advice.

  “You should go. You need to live a little. You always have your head buried in the books, which is great, but you need to enjoy life. Your father snatched me up young. I never had fun. I regret it now. That doesn’t mean I regret you kids because you are the best part of me. It just means that I should have allowed myself to live a little and now is my chance.” She lets out a wondrous sigh. I wonder what could have happened for my dad to actually leave. Ever since my brother died, he turned into the world’s biggest prick. Not just to my mother but to my sister and me as well. For some reason he still manages a smile for my brother. Maybe because he was Matt’s twin. None of us truly understand what’s going on in that head of his.

  “So you won’t tell me where you’re off to?” I press again, my curiosity getting the best of me.

  “He****ism,” she mumbles something incomprehensible into the phone.

  “Say that again,” I repeat, pressing my cell a little closer to my ear.

  “Geez, kid! I’m going to Hedonism,” she says almost in defeat.

  “Is this related to being a hedonist in any way? Because if it is, then maybe I don’t want to hear it.” I cringe a little. Hearing that my mom is after the pursuit of pleasure and self-gratification in a way that I know must be related to sex, with April and Becca involved, is a little too much for me. Even with the open relationship I have with Mom.

  “That’s why I said it’s better I didn’t tell you,” she chortles. “Now enough about me. You know I’m a big girl and can handle myself. Besides, I’ll have my wingwomen with me.” She scoffs because that isn’t reassuring and we both know it. “Now go book that trip to Florida for spring break. Mer is going too. Maybe you guys can stay together.” She suggests, referring to my sister who is a year younger than me and who pretty much takes after Aunt Becca. “Just charge it to the credit card. Have fun, sweetie, and do something crazy just for me. You remind me so much of myself. I want so much more for you.” She sighs.

  “I love you, Mom.”

  “Love you too, sweets. I’ll email you from Jamaica,” she says before I hear a click.

  I place the phone in my lap and not a second later Kelly is flying out of her office chair and landing cross-legged on my bed.

  “
Sorry about your parents.” She sulks to show her sadness, but she isn’t the most emotional girl in the world.

  “Ah! Thanks, I guess.”

  “So we’re booking Florida, aren’t we?” She bounces on my bed, her legs folded in front of her.

  “We’re booking Florida.” I nod and force a smile.

  “The humidity here is ridiculous. Look at my hair,” I complain as I step out of the steamy bathroom in our hotel room. My hair is always pin straight, yet here it’s taken on a life of its own and developed a kink. Kelly decided we should stay with a bunch of students from Princeton at a hotel on the strip. It’s a far cry from the deluxe resorts I’m used to vacationing in with family, but I truly don’t mind the mediocre accommodations. Roughing it for the week is all part of my attempt at spontaneity and living a little.

  “Just put your hair up. That’s what I did.” Kelly shrugs her shoulders and gets up from the bed, walking over to the mirror above our dresser that looks a little foggy. She applies some lip gloss. Both of us are wearing sundresses with different patterns. Our skin is moist even though the AC is running in the room and our hair is a puffy mess. “I think tonight we should go out there ...” She points to the window of our room, referring to the area past the glass barrier of our window as if it’s the abyss. There has been nonstop partying out there since we arrived thirty-six hours ago. It’s a little daunting just thinking of diving into the pool topless or partaking in the chugging contests, dance contests, or whatever else is going on out there. We’ve been warming up to the thought, but we didn’t come to Fort Lauderdale to spend every night in our hotel room watching another old movie. Last night was Titanic. As epic as that movie is, I know we need to get out there and party. Mom’s voice rings in my head, her words blanketed in a lifetime of regret. She went from a teenager to being a mom in what she describes as almost a snap of a finger. She’s filled with regret. I don’t want that to be me twenty years down the road, even though I already know my path. Once I graduate with a Bachelor of Science from Princeton, I plan to attend medical school. That’s my goal. I know I’m driven but a little fun along the way should be a good thing. Besides I know Kelly really wants to experience the parties, sex, and booze. I’m pretty sure she stayed in last night so I could get warmed up to the idea.