He nodded. "Right when you got back from seeing that girl.”
"Yeah, I think about her a lot," I replied with a long sigh.
"You miss being with women?" he asked, and I could tell from the tone of his voice that he wanted me to elaborate as much as possible. I grinned to myself. Men were so easy, that was what I couldn’t get over. You just made one small hint toward something they found sexy and suddenly you were the most singularly desirable creature they had ever known.
"Not as much as I missed being with men when I was with her," I replied, sensing a chance to turn this around and get what I wanted out of him.
"But I’ll bet you’ve been with a few since you got back," he remarked.
I pushed my damp hair out of my face and shook my head, pouting slightly. "I haven’t. I know, I know, I should have put myself back out there, but I just … I want to find someone who really appreciates me, you know?”
"You get a lot of fuck-boys trying to get with you?” he asked.
I fluttered my lashes at him. "I guess so," I replied, playing as though I was fighting off hordes of men who just couldn’t keep their dirty paws off me. No need for him to know the truth--that I hadn’t been able to find a man to fuck me who wasn’t utterly put off by the thought of getting with a girl who had never been taken by anyone before.
"But you haven’t found anyone yet?" he pressed.
I sighed and shook my head. "Nobody," I replied and closed in on him, trying to seal the deal. "I just want someone who knows what they’re doing, you know? Someone who finds me sexy. Who wants me for me specifically."
I let my foot trail out and drag over his leg. I could see his whole body tense at my touch. Yes. I was going to get what I wanted from this man. I could tell he was already on the brink of handing it over to me.
"You know what I mean?” I finished.
His eyes burned into me from a few feet away. He moved toward me quickly and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me hard and deep. His tongue was in my mouth, and I arched my back to press myself against him. Oh, my, he was getting hard. I could feel his impressive cock pressing into my hip, and I smiled into the kiss. I was finally going to get what I wanted, what I had needed after so long.
He pinned me to the wall of the pool and kissed me hard, his teeth catching on my skin. He was rough with me but I liked that--as though he couldn’t believe that he had been waiting this long to get what he wanted so badly from me. I moaned softly and he sank his fingers roughly into my hips, pulling me in close, making sure that I couldn’t get away from him.
"Fuck me, Mark," I breathed in his ear. I didn’t have any time to waste. I had no clue how long it would be before Donna got home and I had no intention of letting her get in the way of what we were doing.
Though, of course, in the heat of the moment, there was some twisted-up part of me that wanted her to catch us in the act. She had been so brazen with my stepfather; I didn’t see why I should bother holding back when it came to a man she wanted. A man who had committed to her. He obviously didn’t take it very seriously, though, given the way that he was pushing his hands down my bikini bottoms already like he could hardly wait to feel me.
He pushed me back on to the edge of the pool and pulled me out of the water, scrambling on top of me. His fingers were a little clumsy against my clit but I didn’t mind. I didn’t want him to make me come. I wanted him to fuck me. I just needed one part of him and one part of him alone, and as soon as he gave that to me ...
I reached down to caress his impressive erection through his underwear. He was so thick, so long, and I could see just what had attracted Donna to him in the first place. It certainly wasn’t his impressive guile or street-smarts. He rolled down his wet clothes and tossed them aside, suddenly and gloriously naked on top of me. I moaned and spread my legs, the hot sun beating down on my skin. I was so ready for this. I needed this, more than I had needed anything before in my life. He took himself in his hand and pressed his tip against my entrance, and I let my head fall back as he slowly moved himself inside of me.
"What the fuck?”
As soon as I heard Donna’s voice, the fantasy I allowed myself dropped away.
He sprang away from me like I had been set on fire, practically launching himself to the other side of the pool. He was so flustered, but all I could think about was how painfully close I had been to finally getting what I had wanted, only to have it snatched from me when I’d needed it the most.
I pulled up my bikini and got to my feet. Donna was standing there with a beer in her hand, her jaw hanging open, total shock written all over her face. Mark was scrambling over to her.
"Baby, it’s not what it looks like--" he tried to soothe her, but she wasn’t paying an ounce of attention to him. No, all of that had been reserved for me. She was glaring at me like she wanted me to combust into flames right there before her, and I simply flipped myself right side up and looked at her. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing that she didn’t have to be ashamed of too, right?
"I think it’s just what it looks like," she replied quietly, and made her way over to me, not pulling her eyes from mine. "I think Cindy here has become nothing more than some desperate slut who’ll fuck anything that moves."
My heart dropped. The use of that word … it did something to me--sent a jolt through my system that deadened all the excitement that had been stirring inside.
"And she needs to get out of here before I call the cops on her for trespassing on my property," she replied.
This time, it was my jaw that hit the floor.
"What are you talking about?” I demanded. "You’re kidding, right?”
"I’m not kidding," she told me, her eyes dark with fury. "You really think you can just come in here and act like Miss Thing just because you’ve suddenly discovered you’ve got a pussy between your legs?"
"You’re kicking me out?” I asked, shocked at what she was telling me. She nodded, and I knew she was leaving no room for debate in the matter.
"You better make it out of here pretty swiftly," she warned me. "Or I’m going to make sure that everyone knows what you tried to do, okay? And I’m going to let everybody know that this is just the tip of the iceberg of all the slutting around you’ve been doing."
She crossed her arms over her chest. I didn’t even know what I could say to her. I wanted to point out the sheer hypocrisy in what she was saying to me, demanding to know how she could dare act like I was the one doing something wrong when she had been the girl to hook up with a married man right here in her own house when she had a boyfriend, no less! She had been the one to take me out on the town for the first time and show me how to flirt and make out and tempt men in with my charms.
But I knew none of that was going to work. I didn’t have a chance in hell. The way she was looking at me left no room at all for debate on the matter. I grabbed my sarong and draped myself in it quickly. She was holding the beer she had gone out to fetch, and the bottles were glistening in the morning sunlight. Mark was standing there, positioned between us, not knowing whether to defend me or go to his girlfriend. Well, if he was going to be that pathetic, she deserved him. He was a cheat, anyway--I hadn’t exactly had to strain hard to get him to give me what I wanted, and he had been all too eager to just go ahead and fuck me raw right here on the side of the pool. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer before he gave in and did cheat on her, even if it wasn’t with me. She must have known that. And that’s why she was kicking me out. Because she couldn’t stand the thought of having someone around who could see through the cracks in her relationship so easily. Someone who was the basis of those cracks herself.