“It will?”
“Yeah, you think my tits are big?” she asks, and I nod.
“Definitely.”
“Do you want to see them, Reed?” she sing-songs, her voice almost lyrical.
“Your tits?” Shit, did my voice squeak?
She doesn’t answer but reaches behind her instead. I hear a hiss of metal. Then, the top of her dress falls, revealing her overly large tits. The heavy, ruddy colored nipples are large and as the cool air hits them they harden even more. Her tits bounce as the support they received from her dress is gone. My eyes seem to watch as they sway.
“You look like you’ve never seen any up close, Reed,” Chas laughs. The sound jerks me out of whatever hypnotic state the slow movement of her breasts have put me in.
“I shouldn’t. I need to talk to Callie,” I murmur, ignoring the way I ache to reach out and run my fingers over her nipples.
“You don’t want to do that, Reed. Trust me,” she says, but I shake my head.
“No, I can’t do this. I need to talk to her and tell her how I feel.”
“I’m going to do you a favor, Reed.”
“Huh?”
“Your brother stayed out all night last night, didn’t he?”
“How did you know that?”
“Because he told me he was with Callie all night down by the lake in her old car.”
“Callie wouldn’t do that,” I whisper, but can I be sure? She did go to the prom with him. I’m trying to think, but everything feels so hazy. My brain is mush. It’s so hot it’s impossible to be logical. I ache all over, my body feeling as if it’s on fire. “What are you doing?” I ask when her hands move down to my belt.
“You looked uncomfortable. You really should let me help you out,” she murmurs, unzipping my pants. “Oh, Reed, you go commando. You naughty, naughty boy.” I know I should jerk away from her and tell her to stop what she’s doing. But, when she wraps her hand around my cock, it feels so good that I can’t manage a word. My body feels as if it’s on fire and all I want is just a little relief.
“You like that,” she purrs. That’s when I should tell her to stop, but I don’t. I look up at her. It’s Callie I see staring back at me. When she bends down, feeding me her breast, I suckle on the nipple, clumsily nipping at the pale colored globes. I hear her voice encouraging me. When she lowers down on me, I sink deep inside of her. Our bodies are skin to skin and it’s Callie I hear moan my name.
18 Callie
“Crap, Callie. Can we run out to Dad’s truck? I forgot my prom ticket in there, and I’m going to need it to get into the after-party area.”
“Oh, sure. I’ve got mine stuck under my wrist corsage,” I murmur, like that even matters. I’ll probably tell Reed how I feel, he’ll tell me it’s too late, and I’ll run out crying. I’m fully prepared for that to be the way things go.
“It won’t take a minute,” Mitch says. “I should have put it in my billfold, but until I saw you here, I really wasn’t planning on staying around that long.”
“Not a prom person either?” I laugh.
“You were the only person I really wanted to see. Honestly, it’s an effort to be around other people right now—you know?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, as we walk into the parking lot.
“It’s just things with Dad are bad, so it takes energy to even attempt to be around others.”
“I get that, and my dad isn’t half as bad as yours. How did you talk him into letting you drive his truck tonight?”
“He was passed-out drunk,” Mitch laughs. “He couldn’t argue. I was going to hitch a ride with Reed, but things are kind of tense between us since he lit into you at the school that day.”
“He shouldn’t bring you into all of it. I don’t know why he thought that you and I were dating anyway.”
“Chasity might have lied to him. It’s completely possible. She was pissed I broke it off with her and she can be vindictive for sure.”
“Maybe,” I sigh.
“Besides, I’m the one that lit into him for the way he treated you.”
I stop walking, turning to look at Mitch, not quite understanding. “You yelled at him because of me?” I ask, this funny feeling inside of me fluttering to life. I don’t think anyone in my life has ever taken up for me—not even my mom, who I love dearly. She lets Dad say whatever he wants to me. I don’t blame her, but deep down it still hurts.
“Of course. I told you, Callie. I care about you. Reed needed someone to set him straight, so I did.”
“Thank you, Mitch. You didn’t have to do that. Although, I do appreciate it. Besides, I don’t think it helped.” I give him a smile in appreciation.
“It didn’t seem to. I’m not sure what’s going on with him. He leaves me to face Dad all alone now—even lies to Dad to make him focus his anger on me.”
Wow. The Reed I know would have never done that. Of course, the Reed I know would have never dated Chasity Newberg. He always told me he didn’t understand why she and Mitch have been together as long as they have. That she was a straight shooter and he respected that, but he would never want anything with a woman like her. He wanted more.
Stupid as I was, I thought he was talking about me when he said that….
“Maybe, if things work out, I can talk to him,” I compromise, still not fully believing that he would change so drastically. I remind myself that Mitch could be over-embellishing. I need to remember why I’ve always been cautious around him.
“Maybe. Dad’s truck is over there,” he says, pointing. “I parked a couple of vehicles across from Reed because I was hoping to talk to him.”
“Okay.” We begin walking that way. I breathe in the night air, letting it relax me. There’s a hint of rain in the air and as I gaze up at the stars, I silently send up a wish that things will work out with me and Reed. I’ve never truly wanted anything in this life—not one thing—except Reed.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” a woman moans, shocking me. From the tone in her voice and the whimper-slash-groan she lets out afterwards, it doesn’t take much of an imagination to know what is happening.
“Uh—”
“Sounds like someone is having a better prom than we are,” Mitch jokes quietly.
“Fuck,” she cries, and I hear a male make a grunting noise as my feet begin to slow.
“Maybe we should come back later to get the ticket,” I suggest, not wanting to catch the couple going at it. I really have no desire to see live-action porn.
“I want you. Jesus, I want you so much,” a man groans and I stop walking.
I stop moving.
That was Reed’s voice. I know it as sure as I know my own name. I don’t even need to look to know I’m right, but the next minute, it’s all confirmed.
“Deeper, Reed. C’mon baby, I need you deeper.”
“I’m coming. Christ, I’m coming.”
I look up at Mitch, heartbroken. I can barely breathe. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I am hoping he’ll tell me I’m wrong—that that’s not Reed I’m hearing. All I see on his face, however, is pity. I force my feet to move. I don’t want to see it, but I need to. It’s the only way I’ll be able to convince my heart. It seems to take forever, but I know it’s barely a minute and I’m standing at the back of Reed’s truck. He’s underneath her, his hands on her breasts, and she’s riding him. My stomach churns. Oh, God.