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What happened under the Moonlight

Novel By: Marzy Dotes
Erotica


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 13, 2012    Reads: 207    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   


I love to dance, to move my body to the beat of the music and tonight was no exception as Tiffany and I headed out to the club where a classic rock band played recycled hits. The club filled up that night early by the time we got there. Tiffany ditched me when she saw Chad pretty early on and I went to get myself a drink.

They carded so I had to stick to ginger ale as I headed to a table after doing some serious dancing on the floor. Mostly by myself, closing my eyes as I gyrated to the rhythm of the music…some old song from Exile…

Some man crooning about how he wanted to kiss his woman all over 'till the night closed in. I loved rocking to that one, running my hands over my tank top and my short skirt, a pair of heels on my feet. A couple guys danced with me and I enjoyed it. But most of the men were there with women they brought with them.

One of the guitar players watched me dance as he strummed the music. I knew from the ad, his name was Rex and he'd played across the country with a few bands. He was dressed in blue jeans and a shirt advertising his band.

God, he looked hot up there on the stage playing his guitar like it was his woman. His hands strumming it and hitting those chords…the room grew warm enough to make a woman sweat if she worked too hard.

The ginger ale refreshed but what I really wanted was some Vodka. Maybe we'd hit the cabinet when he got back to Tiffany's.

She breezed on over while leaving Chad at the bar.

"Hot tonight isn't it? Damn, they need to let a breeze inside."

I shrugged, sipping my drink.

"They got the door opened but you know the neighbors will complain."

"They don't know how important it is for us to have fun," Tiffany said, "or we'll spend our money elsewhere."

Ever practical, that Tiffany…not really but she knew her clubs for sure. She should run her own someday. But right now she seemed intent on Chad.

"You are going home with him tonight?"

She looked at me.

"Nah…I wish I could bring him to my place," she said, "Just the two of us fucking each other's brains out in the cabana out back…take a guy there to do him, who would know?"

My throat went dry suddenly. Yeah, who would know?

"You ever been in there….you know to do it?"

She nodded.

"I lost my cherry there," she said, "to the guy who worked on the house one summer…put in the deck…damn he was so hot."

"Really…?"

"Yeah really…I'd had my eye on him…I was only 16 and I knew he wanted me," she said, "So one day I walked up to him, slid my hand in his back pocket while kissing him…like in that movie…"

She smiled as she remembered.

"It didn't even hurt really…he had a way of making a woman wet before he fucked her…I screwed him most of the time up to when he finished the project."

"Did your parents ever find out?"

She shook her head.

"No…my dad would have skinned him alive or had him killed," she said, "He doesn't like me going out and having too much fun even now."

Damn, what you found out about your friends that you didn't suspect. Suddenly I heard footsteps and looked up. The band had taken a break to get some water…and Rex was standing right next to me. One of his ears was pierced and his hair was shaggy but he looked like he kept himself fit doing something.

"Can I talk to you?"

I tilted my face.

"Sure…you on break…"

"Taking 15…while the roadie adjusts the synthesizer…"

I smiled at him, touching his arm.

"Doesn't give us much time…"

We walked down the hallway where people waited in line for the restrooms and out where the doors opened into the alley. We stood there and looked at a couple cars parked near the garbage dumpster.

"You in town long…?"

He shook his head and took a swig out of a water bottle.'

"Just tonight…I watched you dance."

I smiled.

"I know…I saw you some of the time…most of the time I close my eyes and just focus on the music and how good it feels to move to it."

"You move to it very well," he said, "Got any other talents?"

"Like what?"

He crushed his water bottle and tossed it in the can.

"You know what I mean…"

"The name's Ruby and I have some idea…"

He hesitated.

"We're throwing a party before we head on out at dawn…to beat the traffic at some hotel…"

I looked at him, thinking him attractive but my life was complicated enough.

"You are looking for a party girl?"

"Well yeah…a girl who likes a good time," he said, "you look like you fit that bill."

I sighed, looking at him.

"Thanks but I've got a guy already…but I like the way you play your music up there."

So he'd just wanted to hit on me for some partying later that night, but I planned on slumbering over at Tiffany's rather than going home to clean up after my mom's latest guest crashed on my night with Brock.

He left soon after that, break over and when the music started playing again, I hit the dance floor losing myself all over again.

We got home and it was dark. Tiffany crashed still feeling the effects of her concussion. I went to the kitchen to get something to drink. We hadn't hit the Vodka but I had a taste for it. I went to the wet bar and saw Devlin pouring himself a glass.

"You want some?"
I nodded.

"Just got back from dancing at the club?"

"Yeah great band…guitar player invited me to party with him but I passed."

I wanted him to digest that. But he just handed me the vodka in a glass and I sipped it slowly. He drank from his own glass.

"I'm not surprised with you dressed like that."

"Dressed like what?"

He put down his glass and walked over to where I stood in the dark room. Then before I knew what happened, his lips kissed mine and damn him if he didn't slide his hands down my back to my ass, cupping it with his hands while he stroked my mouth with his tongue. I pushed him away from me.

"Devlin…what are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

His hands moved back to my miniskirt and he slid the fabric up my thighs until he could see my lacy panties. Peach colored, and sheer where they needed to be. Then he rode my skirt higher around my waist.

"You naughty little tramp…I bet you showed him your panties before you said no to him."

I shook my head.

"No I didn't…I didn't want him," I said, tension filling me. The room was so thick with it already, the sound of our breathing filling it.

"What do you want Ruby?"

I gasped as he slid a hand inside my panties, stroking my pussy. He slid the middle finger down its seam, nursing its wetness…so slick I was right now.

"I wanted you to fuck me…but you won't…so now I don't know what I want."

"Oh yes you do…you just don't want the fucking responsibility," he said, "for screwing your best friend's father in his own house."

I sucked in my breath.

"Not me…Devlin…you didn't want it. Even though I know you want me."

I flinched when he caressed my pussy lips with his fingers watching me to see it on my face. I couldn't hide what I felt from him.

"No Ruby…I know what you want…you want me to take that choice away from you…you know it…and I'm so damn close now…you don't want to know."

I stared in his eyes as I felt him rubbing my clit…my legs would soon buckle.

"How close…we're alone now…you could show me what you want but you're a coward…you're the tease Devlin…now get your hand out of my panties…."

He removed it and I started to move away from him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the rug. I felt his hands all over me then and the burn of my panties as he tore them.

"Ruby….damn…I'm going to fuck you….you little teasing slut…"

I knew he meant it and I felt apprehension but also anticipation of what I wanted…I felt his weight on top of me as he fiddled with his pants to pull his cock out. I already felt how hard and thick it must be as he pressed it against my pussy.

"I dare you…you but you can't do it…"

"Don't ever dare me Ruby…you're in for more than you can handle…"

I felt his cock spring loose and it pressed against me as he nudged my legs apart. Damn, he was going to fuck me right on the floor like a wild animal.

"Promises, promises," I grunted against him.

Excitement filled me even though it shouldn't. I had unleashed something inside of him that should have terrified me. But I'd wanted him for so long, longer than it was probably legal. He maneuvered his cock to penetrate me and I braced myself for what I knew would hurt…at least at first.

Then footsteps in the hallway and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a light turn on in the hallway.

"Get off of me…"

He still had me pinned to the floor with his body.

"Maybe they're just going back to bed…"

"I can't do this…I can't get caught…what if it's your wife…or Tiffany?"

He sighed against me and I still felt his cock against me but then he moved off of me and helped me up. I straightened out my clothes and he zipped up his pants.

"God this is so crazy," I said, "I've got to leave…"

"Devlin…is that you," Gloria said from somewhere in the hallway, "I thought I heard something."

He answered.

"I'll be up in a sec," he said, "I'm just getting something to eat."

"Good…I thought maybe someone had broken into the house…"

"I have it locked up nice and tight," he said, "I'll be up…soon."

It grew quiet and he looked at me.

"We almost…"

I nodded at him still feeling it. My skin tingled and my pussy..slickness coating my thighs.

"My panties…"

"I tore them off."

"I know…I've got more," I said, "Just so you know, I'm going upstairs without any."

He sucked in his breath again.

"God…if she walked in the room…"

I looked at him.

"Devlin…how many times have you risked that? You could always get caught."

He sighed.

"I'm careful…always."

Maybe she knew and he just didn't realize it. But I didn't bring that up now. I just knew I had to get upstairs to Tiffany's room.

"You're coming to dinner tomorrow aren't you?"

I nodded.

"It's your birthday…"

"You got me a present?"

I hinted at a smile.

"Maybe…but I don't think you want it."

"Oh I want it…and I'm going to get it…"

I snorted softly.

"Devlin you don't know what you fucking want," I said, "I'll be sleeping in Tiffany's bedroom tomorrow night just like tonight and we both know it."

"We'll see about that…"

"Oh yes we will won't we," I said, "but if you look and want…you're going to have to take. I'm done helping you figure out...your problem."

"You teasing me is my problem…"

I chuckled.

"That's the difference between you and Brock. He has no trouble knowing that he wants me and doing something about it."

"Has he…"

"None of your business…what happens tomorrow night…that's your business…"

I walked away from him then as he watched me go, holding what was left of my panties in his hands. He could keep them as a souvenir for all I cared.





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