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What happened under the Moonlight

Novel By: Marzy Dotes

Ruby had her eyes on Tiffany's father but when it was his birthday, she came up with the perfect gift... View table of contents...

Submitted:Jun 3, 2012    Reads: 327    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Sometimes Tiffany talks too much. Like how much she wants to meet a guy who gets her even though her moods change so quickly that it's hard just to keep up. I couldn't imagine being a guy with a girl like that.

I mean she's pretty but…complicated. Not like me.

I grew up knowing what I wanted, when I wanted it. I didn't really have anyone to raise me up right. Tiffany had the best of that whether she knew or not. She doesn't know what it's like to have people raise you who mostly weren't there.

We're packing to head on back home for the summer. Our first year of college and all it brought now behind us…good riddance was all I thought…feeling exhausted after finding out I'd aced my finals. I had spent most of the year working my ass off to do well. I had to think of my future, to be better at it than where I came from but now all I wanted to do was to shut off that part of my brain.

Pack up, go home and spend the summer doing mindless work, a job that tired the muscles and left the mind free and to not return back to school in the fall without fucking her father. I knew it was going to happen one way or another. He'd sent me a text that morning that there'd be a welcome home barbecue and pool party hosted at their house. Tiffany's old gang all invited and plenty of food for everyone.

The sun had baked the town and a swim would be refreshing. But that's not what I wanted….I wanted Devlin to peel my suit off of me before he fucked me. Hard, fast whatever way he wanted at this point because even right now; I wanted it so badly my breath hurt. Tiffany tossed her clothes in the last suitcase before we'd go downstairs and get in her car for the long drive back to home.

"Be careful what you wish for Ruby…"

He texted that a lot these days but I know he didn't mean it. He wanted me too; I knew that because I knew he liked them young and fresh. This summer would be ours to spend doing what we both wanted. No one would have to know about it. Gloria's be busy with her social life and Tiffany her activities…that left plenty of time for the two of us to find each other.

I dreamed about him a lot lately. But the dreams were dark, the two of us doing things together I could only imagine. You see Devlin had been wrong about me. I didn't want romance and eternal love, I wanted what I felt right now, the deep ache inside of me to ease.

I knew he could do that for me.

We loaded up the car and began the drive back, stopping to pick up some coffee and breakfast burritos before leaving the city limits.

I unwrapped my burrito to put salsa on it.

"We should be there in time for the party," Tiffany said, "so we'll stop at my place…first…you can leave your stuff in the car."

"Sounds fine to me…I'm not in a hurry to get home."

Tiffany chuckled.

"Do they even know you're coming back to town?"

"Yeah my mom knows…she said she'd keep the light on but she's going out tonight."

Tiffany turned onto the highway.

"That'll be good for her…what about you?"

I bit into my burrito chewing it.

"What about me?"

"You didn't go out much this past year."

"I was busy studying," I reminded her, "so I'd pass my classes."

Tiffany snorted.

"Pass them…hell you aced them and made honor roll every quarter," she said, "Which couldn't have been a lot of fun."

"Kept me busy…"

"Why would you want to be too busy to have some fun," Tiffany said, "College's supposed to be about having fun…Well mostly."

"I'm there to get an education. I don't want to be like my parents."

Tiffany rolled her eyes.

"Well you're not…because for one thing you're a damn nun."

"I'm not…I'm just picky that's all…"

Tiffany glanced over at her.

"Well maybe I'll just have to use my networking skills and find you someone…"

My burrito didn't make it to my lips that time. But I didn't need her help, I knew what I wanted and soon…

"I don't need your help," I said, "I can find my own boyfriend."

Tiffany harrumphed.

"Okay then…find one because I plan on getting some action as soon as I get back…watch out!"

I knew she meant it. She'd been chomping at the bit all during finals week because she'd broken off with her latest boyfriend and had buckled down to get enough studying done to pass her classes.

I lay back in my seat as the hours wound by…we stopped for gas and iced teas once already. Damn it felt hot too. We'd worn our flip flops when we stopped and I could feel the heat through them from the asphalt. The AC worked overtime as we drove, and I found my eyes fluttering. A nap would be nice, to rest up for tonight.

But when I closed my eyes, I saw him waiting there. I saw him grab me, hard before his lips seared mine. He pushed me up against the wall of the cabana and tore my bathing suit off, dropping it onto the ground. I panted, bare in front of him my breasts hardening, waiting for his hands on them. This pool of intense want I felt right now just from imagining. Even before he lowered his own briefs and thrust this cock inside of me, pressing me against the building.

I knew what he'd look like mostly from the photos he'd sent me the past year, whetting my appetite for more. Much more and I knew that he played me. He wanted me to want him so that when he finally took from me, I'd want too much to change my mind.

"We've only got a couple hours left…"

I opened my eyes suddenly and saw that Tiffany had turned the music to classic rock. I must have drifted off. My fingers twitched because I'd been so sure I'd had them digging into his bare back as he plunged his cock inside me over and over…until had I come?

I felt my phone vibrate from somewhere and realized I was leaning against my purse. I pulled it out just enough to read it.

"I'm not sure this is going to work out for tonight…

What, what was he saying now? That he'd changed his mind? God, she hoped not. So she texted back when Tiffany's attention was on the road again.

"You getting cold feet?"

"No…but I'm hosting tonight…don't know if I can slip away…"

Oh, okay she could work with that.

"How about an appetizer then…won't take long…"

"That'll work…just a little taste…"

My body heated up as I imagined him doing that, his tongue could do wicked things to a girl. I know where I wanted it right now…but damn, I had to be good. Tiffany looked over at me.

"Who you texting?"

I shrugged back.

"No one just someone at the nursery…that'll I'll be ready to work in a day or two."

Tiffany shook her head.

"I don't know why you don't just relax the summer…you've already spent a year working."

"Need the money…you know I can't count on my mom…"

"Yeah but surely you could spend some time having fun," Tiffany said, "You'll be exhausted when you head back to school."

"I don't think so…the work's relaxing in its own way and maybe…like you said I'll meet someone to relax me further."

Tiffany grinned.

"Now you're talking…"

Oh if she only knew what I was thinking right now. What I wanted and who I wanted, my panties were dampening in anticipation and damn, nothing would happen. Unless I could push Devlin just a little bit tonight…to go a bit further. I knew it wouldn't take much to do that.

"We'll stop at that place," Tiffany said, "get some ice cream and change into our swim wear."

That sounded like a plan. I had a little red bikini that I'd just bought…and not just for swimming. I knew when Devlin saw me wearing it…he'd forget about the party.

"We should pick up something for the barbecue once we get into town."

Tiffany nodded.

"Some cupcakes maybe…that'll work…"

I thought as we kept driving that I'd find a way to lure him away from the party and give him more than just a taste of what I could give him. My breasts hardened beneath my top just at the thought…god…what I wanted was his warm, wet mouth on them, suckling at the nipples, tugging them gently with his teeth teasing me. I'd dreamed about it now I was going to get it. And when I slid my hands into his pants and touched him there…he'd forget all about hosting the party.

And if Devlin tried to pull the reins on me, he'd find out soon enough that he'd have a fight on his hands.


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