Tiffany was acting really strange and I didn't know why. Except for the fact that this was after she had seen her dad with his hands all over Megan on the beach and had confronted him in a rage. She and I were eating dinner by the pool after Devlin cooked up some steaks for us and for a couple who lived down the street, Gary and Nancy.
They seemed nice enough but the way that Tiffany treated Gary by spending all of her time talking with him while Nancy helped Gloria in the kitchen would make someone blush. I knew her father didn't like it but he had to take a phone call on business.
"So you like doing what again?"
"Exploring caves," Gary said, "My wife and I are heading to Carlsbad to do some exploring there later this month."
Tiffany nodded and sidled closer to him.
"Sounds…fascinating…to explore something so dark and dangerous…do you ever get scared?"
He shook his head.
"Nah, been doing this since I was a kid with my dad."
"That's great," she said and damn it if she didn't casually brush his bare thigh with one of her hands in passing. Only it wasn't, I knew it was deliberate. She was coming onto him on the lounge. She'd dressed up in some tight denim shorts and her bikini and he did seem to appreciate the lushness of her figure wrapped up in those clothes. Nancy needed to keep an eye on her husband before he slipped away with Tiffany.
I knew what she was doing or at least I thought she was, she was trying to get back at her father for cheating under their own roof. But there still were things she didn't know about him. My skin burned as I remembered some of the times he and I had spent here, in the recreational room and…inside the cabana.
And I remember what I saw even before that. Tiffany had no idea what her father was really like when it came to young women but I did. I didn't care about what he did with Megan because I didn't fuck him because he loved me and only me. I fucked him because he was hot and so was I and I needed him to make me feel good. I needed a man in between my legs that could pleasure me; it's what I learned that all women needed. He looked pretty sexy in his own worn denim shorts and polo shirt but I controlled myself.
After seeing Tiffany in a full rage I knew I had to be careful with him. We both had to be careful. I didn't want her beating up on me.
"So how long you been married Gary…?"
Tiffany still at it as she now had her hand casually on the man's thigh and he didn't ask her to move it. Was he waiting for her to palm where his cock lay beneath his shorts? I got up to go refresh my drink and I entered the kitchen. Gloria and Nancy were sitting in the breakfast nook with their own dinners talking and laughing about the past, something about going to a spring dance and then finding out some chick named Nadia had spiked the punch bowl. Pretty tame back in those days…I thought as I grabbed another bottle of iced tea and left the kitchen to go wander.
Devlin cornered me in the hallway and I just looked at him.
"What you thinking?"
He stared at me as if I were prey.
"How much I missed you…"
"Devlin…I can't. We can't…Tiffany almost ripped Megan apart."
"I know I was careless with her," he said, "Did it bother you to see us together?"
What was he saying, how could he even ask that after seeing his daughter come after him like she did? Hadn't he known that she'd been not just angry by what she saw? That right now she was putting the moves on Gary on the patio?
"I don't care Devlin…I don't think we can continue what we're doing."
He moved slowly enough so I didn't know I was pinned against the wall by his body until his lips brushed against mine. His hands slid over me until they rested on my hips.
But his mouth was hard on mine, insistent and I felt him tease the hem of my shorts with his fingers. One of his hands moving over the zipper down to palm where the fabric stretched over my pussy…damn it felt hot when he did that and I wanted him to slide his cock inside me but…
Instead I pushed him off of me.
"I can't Devlin…we can't do this anymore."
He didn't like that answer at all and his hands worked their way under my shirt to palm my breasts which of course hardened under his touch. I was hardly immune after all and damn, I wanted him but I knew I couldn't.
"I mean it. We can't do this."
This time he got my message and broke his kiss, his hands retreating off my body. But it still tingled and I ached to be filled. But I just shook my head and he held up his hands.
"Okay then…you're right, right now's not the time for this."
"I don't know if it'll ever be time," I said, "I saw the look on Tiffany's face and I can't do that to her."
"She doesn't know about us."
"She knows you're screwing around on your wife," I said, "We're not careful, she'll put two and two together and I don't want that responsibility."
He ran his hand carefully through his hair.
"I'll think of something," he said, "someway she'll never find out."
I sighed just looking at him.
"I don't know Devlin…maybe we should just end it."
I thought he'd reach for me again but he kept his hands away but his body tensed.
"No…I'm not ready."
"You should think about it," I said, "We can't hurt her and besides I do not like keeping it from Brock."
He spit out the man's name.
"You care what he thinks," He said, "He's got a woman and he's fucking you behind her back."
I knew that though I didn't want to think about it right now. I just wanted him to accept what I had to say to him. My pussy was off limits to him.
"Okay…for now," Devlin said, "but I'll decide when it ends."
He looked at me and then he walked away and I breathed heavily. It hadn't been easy saying no to him and I didn't know if I made the right decision but I had to follow through with it.
I collected myself and went outside to the patio but didn't see either Gary or Tiffany. I sat down in a chair sipping my drink while darkness settled around the pool area and the light turned off, glowing beneath the waters. Steam arising from the spa and then I heard laughter.
Coming from the direction of the cabana…and curiosity and horror both got the better of me. What did Tiffany think she was doing.
"Oh Gary…you really are something."
I heard a zipper come undone and a man moan. The kind of noise that he makes when a part of his anatomy is being handled by a pair of women's hands…and then I heard her laugh again.
"You're looking pretty hard there…"
"Shut up," Gary said and I heard two bodies settle into the mattress which squeaked as it accepted their weight. It would only be getting noisier if they were doing what they seemed to be doing.
As it got louder, the bed rocking and their voices I knew I was right.
I confronted her afterward, after Gary had slipped out from the darkness one carefully counted down minute before she did. After all, I knew the drill. Not long after that Gary went to fetch his wife and leave.
Tiffany and I hit the spa. She leaned against the wall closing her eyes as the water bubbled around us.
"How could you do that?"
A smile curved her lips.
"Do what…you mean Gary?"
"Yes I mean Gary…"
"Easily enough…I just told him what he wanted would be waiting in the cabana."
She added that it hadn't taken long for Gary to join her and that he had reached for her clothing first.
"He came very quickly," she said, "I don't think his wife's doing it for him."
I just shook my head.
"Tiffany…you fucked a married guy."
She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"So did Megan. It's not like it's as taboo as it might have been," Tiffany said, "It's what everybody does right?"
Not everybody but of course I couldn't county myself among those who didn't fuck married men. But I'd decided not to do it anymore.
"He made me feel good," Tiffany said, "but I don't think it'll happen again. Just gave him a nice memory to take home with him."
I didn't know how to respond to that without sounding hypocritical. I mean her father had put his hands on me inside the house. But I had said no to him and I mean it.
And I knew I wouldn't change my mind either.