Eliza can see that my tone is mean and steps away.
I watch as she goes into the ballroom and mingles with a man who grabs her attention.
“Come on, don’t be like that,” he tells me.
“Don’t be like what? You thought that this was going to be easy?” I dare to ask him, not smiling at him.
"This is your mother's night. I told her that I wasn't going to ruin it," he whispers.
I look back toward the ballroom. Eliza is smiling at us. I have seen that look in her eyes before when it comes to men. She's eying my father, not that it bothers me. I don't want her getting tied up with a man like him.
“You should come and stay a few weeks on the island and get to know her.” This is his attempt at trying to spend time with me.
“No thank you.” I whip away from him.
I feel his hand on my arm, bringing me back to turn at least my eyes in his direction.
"Don't ever grab me like that again. Don't you think that you've hurt me enough?" I ask my father, reminding him of the scars.
His face grows red with anger and he lets me go. I don’t look back as I rush up the stairs to my room and throw myself on the bed. He has no right to be here. He has no right to talk to me the way he does.
I close my eyes and see Eliza’s face. The smile she has on it. I let myself picture her naked in front of me with that same desirable smile that she has.
Slowly I roll over onto my back and begin to rub at my nipples. I remembered how it felt when I hugged Eliza in the ballroom.
It isn't the first time that I've fantasized about being with her. It helps curve my feelings and the “what if's” if we were ever to be together.
Rubbing at my nipples, I make them harder. I bite down on my lip, and a soft noise comes out of my mouth.
Bringing a hand to the top of my dress, I slip it inside. I like the feel of my smooth skin, my hard nipple.
My other hand slowly goes down to the bottom of my dress, lifting it over my waist. I giggle at the white panties that I'm wearing because I thought it was wise that I wear them being so close to Eliza all night.
Closing my eyes and pressing my head back against the pillows, I spread my legs wide. Running a finger up and down my lips. I gasp, feeling my clit.
I just knew that it would be peeking out already.
I pull down the front of my dress.
Eliza is standing in front of me. This is how it always happens to me. She's completely naked. Her nipples are showing me that she's turned on. The look that she gives me makes me want her even more. The way she stares at my body, the way she comes to kiss me so soft and gentle at first and then harder as she presses her body against mine. I'm already whimpering for her before her lips touch mine, getting what I want. Finally having her see that no man could please her like me, no man could make her happy like me. I like the way she holds me in her arms, the way she brings her hands down my back and cups my ass cheeks tightly in her hands.
Eliza knows that I want her. I have no doubt about it. She can see how hot and bothered I am for her as she grinds against me.
I want Eliza so badly. I want her on top of me. Let her do what she wants—showing her that I'm not going to control her. The last thing she needs is to feel that someone is going to stop her from doing what she wants to do.
She licks at my tongue teasingly, and I gasp for her.
Keeping my eyes closed, I feel how wet I am through my panties. I'm not going to make myself cum. I want to tease myself before heading back downstairs.
Pulling on my breast and letting it go just to snatch it up again, I am whimpering for her.
“Eliza, God, that feels so good,” I murmur, licking my lips and arching my back as I imagine her mouth on my breast.
“Stephanie?” I hear a gasping sound at my door.
I feel my face growing hot. My heart pounds in my chest as I stop teasing myself. The familiar voice, the one that I’ve had dreams of, has caught me!
“Stephanie? What are you doing?” Eliza’s voice isn’t accusing me of doing anything.
Eliza knows exactly what I'm doing.
“Is this the reason you wanted me to move in with you?” Her voice is soft and low, though I can hear the slight anger in it.
Chapter Eight
"Eliza, you don't understand," I tell her, hurriedly shoving my breast into my dress and taking my hand out from between my legs, lowering the bottom of it.
“Yes, I think that I understand completely. How long has this been going on?” Her voice is shrill now.
I sit up on the bed and look her in the eye. No part of her is sensitive right now. You would think that you had caught me cheating with her boyfriend.
"I can explain," I tell her, putting my hand out for her.
Eliza shakes her head and leaves the doorway. I can hear her as she rushes down the stairs.
I hurry out of the room and make my way down the stairs behind her. She's already gone though I don't see her in the ballroom as I expected.
What if she left? It's dark out there, and she's wearing a black dress, anything could happen to her. I see that my father is laughing with my mother. The bimbo is off to the side. I know that he will pick her back up when he's done grabbing Mother’s attention.
I go into the kitchen, and I don't see her. Alex looks at me.
"What's the matter?" he looks alarmed.
"Nothing, you're doing a great job," I assure him quickly as I leave the kitchen.
This place is so damn big. I know she could be anywhere. It would be a long walk back to her place. It’s not even her place anymore.
Though the keys are in the mailbox, I know that she can get in. She hasn’t told her landlord that she was leaving yet.
Eliza could be going there, but every bone in my body is telling me that she’s here at the mansion. Whether it be outside or inside.
“Darling!” My mother calls to me, wanting me to rescue her from my father.
I’m not willing to do that.
The only one that I truly care about is Eliza. And, she's nowhere to be found. I don't care about pictures. I don’t care about the movie stars that are here for her. I just want to find Eliza.
Leaving the room completely and heading outside, I see that the guest house that’s attached to the mansion has the lights on. Would she go in there just to get away?
I march my way over to the guest house and open the door. I see her pacing back and forth with her hands behind her back.
When Eliza looks up, I can see that she’s upset. She’s furious with me.
“You know that I would never come onto you. You know that,” I start out, maybe not the best way to apologize.
"How long has this been going on?" Eliza asks me softly.
"Look, I don't ask you why you were looking at my father with hot coals of desire in your eyes, do I? Did you think that I wouldn't notice that?" I try to turn it around on her as I bite down on my lip.
"That's not how I was looking at him." Eliza comes closer to me with an angry face. I'm not sure if I should be prepared to get smacked or if I should turn and leave. I stand my ground, though.
“Yeah? That’s the lamest thing I’ve ever heard,” I scoff at her, putting a hand on my hip.
I’ve decided to stand my ground.
That’s when Eliza surprises me and kisses me hard on the mouth. Her lips are so soft! They are so plump!
I put my hands on her shoulders and moan in surprise as I push her away from me, gasping for breath.
“Why would you do that?” I wipe her kiss away with the back of my hand.
"I was looking at you like that," Eliza whispers to me.
Her voice is shaking. I can see she's just as turned on as I am. Eliza's nipples are sticking out.
"Then why would you act that way toward me when you caught me?" I don't need to go into detail.
Eliza had seen it all from the hall light glaring into my room.
"I don't know. I didn't think that I would be the one that
you wanted. You have everything you want. I was shocked. What else do you want me to say?" She whines at me and turns away.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit Eliza. You never have.” I point out to her, but she doesn’t come back to me.
She stands there with her back to me. I'm not sure what she's thinking now. I don't know what she's feeling.
I know that the kiss she had given me was stronger than I’ve ever had. So powerful that it sent a shock through my body.
"Eliza," I whisper to her, biting down on my lip.
"How long has this been going on?" she asks me again, refusing to turn around to face me.
"A few months." If I have to guess, that would be the answer.
"Even when you were with Courtney?" she asks me.
I don’t answer her, not right away. I’m surprised that she even brought Courtney up.
I walk to her and slip my arms around her, I kiss the back of her neck and let one hand slide up from her waist to her firm breast.
"That's the reason she broke up with me. She couldn't stand that she had me in the bed, but not in my dreams." I squeeze her breast gently and hear her whimper.
"Let me please you, Eliza. Let me show you how good it can be for a change." I hear the begging in my voice.
Chapter Nine
When she whips around to face me, I have no choice but to let go of her. I don’t want to, but she makes me.
Erica is staring into my eyes. We are just inches from each other. Then, I bring my hands to her hips. I kiss her slowly on the mouth, and she closes her eyes slightly.
"I want to show you that you don't have to hurt anymore," I whisper against her lips and slowly bring her closer to me.
“When you, when I caught you…” Her voice trails off in a whimper as I kiss her a little harder, slipping my tongue between her lips.
I move her so that she’s moving toward the bed. We slowly fall onto the bed with me on top of her.
Our breasts are pressing against each other, me wiggling around on top of her as I try to pull her dress up and slowly slide my own up.
I realize she's wearing panties too. I grind against her, moaning for her.
"Eliza, you have no idea how long I've been waiting," I whine at her.
I hear her gasping and feel her nodding her head. I run my breasts up and down hers. Feeling them jiggle against each other. Our nipples are celebrating and finally touching on purpose.
"God, how hard your nipples are. I love how wet your panties are." I grind harder against her. I don't know what happens, but she's pushing me off her and sitting up quickly.
“Did you not like it?” I ask her, seeing from the looks of her panties that she did.
“I just can’t. I can’t figure all this out right now.” She gets off the bed and makes her way out the door.
I watch her run toward the mansion, thank God that she said she wanted the flats. I’m not worried that she’s going to leave.
I know that it’s all new to her. It’s how I was my first time too. I didn’t know what was going on with me emotionally. All I knew was that I liked it.
Eliza and I have been best friends since we were sixteen and got into trouble stealing at the same time from the same store. Our rebellious years.
I fight back a little laugh that wants to escape and pull my dress down into place. I look at myself in the mirror and see that I’m a little bit of a mess.
Fixing my hair and taking off a little smudged lipstick, I clean myself up before I go back to the party. Now would be the time for my mother to need me.
I do laugh this time. I'm sure that my mother is scanning the room for me. Wondering where the hell I am at a time like this. I would never tell her.
She knows that I’m into women, though we don’t let the media know that. I mean, God forbid that we aren’t all perfect like we should be. If it got out that I was her daughter, she would be doomed. At least in her eyes when it’s a normal thing now.
I head out of the guest house and slowly make my way back to the front lobby. There are a few that are leaving for the night—one of them being my father.
"It was nice to see you, Stephanie," my father states.
The bimbo on his arm smiles at me gently.
"Sweetheart, now that we're not inside, you should take this as a warning. You shouldn't date older men, especially my father. You don't even know who the hell he is," I tell the bimbo, not even looking at him as I walk into the ballroom.
Mother can see that I’m not happy and she raises that one eyebrow at me. I turn away from her look and see that everyone’s clapping.
She must’ve just got done with one of her many speeches that she’s been rehearsing. I don’t care though.
I can see that she's making her way over to me, and I'm not going to escape. Leaving her running after me would cause a scene, and we don't want that.
"Where have you been?" Mother hisses at me.
“Here, there, everywhere. I just bid Father goodbye with his little girlfriend." I roll my eyes at her. And she's finding it hard not to smirk at me.
"I’m going to bed, Mother, it's late. All these people are going to be here well into the morning hours. I don't have the time or the patience to continue putting on smiles and waving at everyone like I'm a damn queen." I whisper to her.
“That’s exactly what you are.” she points out to me.
"I am not. I don't live off the money, and I won't. Good night, Mother," I tell her sternly, and she lets me walk away.
As I head for the stairs, I turn and look over my shoulder. She's watching me until a man comes over and starts to speak to her. My mother's attention is off me and onto him.
It doesn't bother me. I don't want my mother running after me like a spoiled brat anyways, that's how everyone would see it, and I'm not. I’m far from being a brat. I won’t be treated as such.
"Good night Stephanie." I hear Betty's soft voice down the hallway before I turn into my room.
"Goodnight, Betty." I smile at her.
Betty had learned long ago that I refuse to be called Ms. Keller. I don’t want anything to do with being treated like royalty.
I close my door tightly and lock it. I didn’t even see if Eliza was in her room or wandering around.
"What a great friend you are," I mutter to myself.
I don’t even turn on the light. I know the room like the back of my hand, so glad that it’s completely dark. I feel a headache coming on as I get undressed for the evening. I leave just my bra and panties on.
Chapter Ten
I can hear the laughter downstairs as I get into bed and cover up. I lie on my back with my legs spread just a little. I can't sleep on my side or my stomach.
Just as I'm about to go into a deep sleep, I feel something against my panties. I feel something running up and down my lips and feel my clit come alive. Very slowly, I feel the softness of someone's warm fingers sliding into my panties from the side. I gasp and moan, thinking that I'm going into a dream.
"You're so wet." I hear a soft, familiar voice and almost jump.
“Is this a dream?” I ask, struggling to find out if this is reality or fantasy.
"No, no it's not." I hear her voice pressing against my ear. I feel her lips brushing against my earlobe.
"I thought that you couldn't…." I let my voice trail off as her fingers slide up and down my clit, making it even more prominent.
"I thought I couldn't. I went to my room. This was the only thing that I could think about was what happened between us. I didn't want to come to your room and look weak. So, I came in and got under the blankets," Eliza whimpers at me as she continues to run her fingers up and down me.
As much as I want to take her fingers and run them down to my hole to show her just how turned on I am, I don't want to rush her.
I continue moaning for her, though. Then she finds the courage to make it down to my hole. She is only slipping her fingertips in.
“Further,” I plead with her
.
Eliza does it very slowly as if she’s not sure about herself.
"Yes, that's good. Keep going," I whine at her, feeling her slowly slide her fingers in and out of me.
I can’t take it anymore and reach for her in the dark. She’s completely naked! I am hungry for her as I latch onto one of Eliza’s breasts, feeling my way in the dark.
"I don't know how I feel. I just…" Eliza is trying to explain it to me. She doesn't need to explain as I lick and massage her nipple.
Eliza brings her hands out of my panties. Then, I push her onto her back.
“You just need to relax. You don’t have to think about anything except how good it is,” I whisper, straddling her as I thrust against her.
I don't want to take my panties off. I don't want Eliza to think that I'm pushing her into anything as I continue to thrust against her moist heat.
I put my hands down on her breasts and grind against her.
"Fuck," Eliza moans to me.
I feel a smile come to my face. Eliza may not know what she wants, but she likes it. That's all that matters to me right now.
My dream is coming true of having her little by little. Eliza wants more as I bring my mouth to hers. I lick at the tip of her tongue and feel her shaking in my arms.
“I want you,” I hear her moan for me, and I plunge my tongue into her mouth.
The second that I do, I feel her sucking on it. I know that she would be good at that on my breasts. I want that. I want it so bad.
“We don’t have to rush this. I don’t want to rush it.” I take my mouth off hers. I can feel her coming on my panties.
Eliza’s whimpers are soft and low as she continues to soak them. I get off her only when she's done. Then, I lie down next to her on my back.
For just a few minutes we don't talk to each other. I'm staring up at the ceiling. I don't know what Eliza is doing.
"I didn't please you," Eliza whines at me.
"I don't need to be pleased like that. If you want to, though, if it’ll make you feel better about pleasing me…" I feel a grin come to my face.
"What's that?" Eliza asks me.
"Play with my breast. I love how you suck on my tongue," I confess to her.
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