Beautiful Disaster

by Rye Hart

  “Maybe another time,” I said.

  I tried to keep my voice light and polite but Eric was already wearing on my nerves. It was obvious his only reason for extending the invitation was to get me away from Dean. I knew my parents had been talking with the Vanderwalts about pairing Eric and me for the summer, but I had no interest in indulging their wish.

  “You know,” Eric said, taking a step toward me. “It wouldn’t do any good if anyone sees you hanging around here, Caroline. People will talk.”

  “Oh?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “And what will they say?”

  “That Caroline Michaelson was seen fraternizing with the help,” Eric said boldly. Dean was standing right behind him and heard every word Eric spoke.

  I felt my face flush with rage. Dean, however, stood stoically, his expression betraying nothing.

  “Well, Eric,” I said firmly. “I think I can handle myself, but I appreciate your concern.”

  “You deserve much more, Caroline,” Eric said loudly.

  “I’m not interested,” I said, staring Eric down. “At all.”

  Eric’s cheeks burned red and his eyes narrowed darkly. He considered me for a few seconds before he stepped around me.

  “You’d do well to rethink that decision,” Eric said. “Otherwise, you might regret it one day.”

  “I think I’ll be okay,” I said without looking at him.

  “I’ll give you a few days to change your mind,” Eric said with an arrogant tone. I shook my head and listened to his receding footsteps.

  When I raised my eyes to meet Dean’s calm gaze, the sight took me by surprise. I was so angry with Eric for insulting Dean that I was ready to slap him across his cocky face but Dean barely seemed to notice.

  “I’m sorry about that,” I said softly.

  “That guy is an insecure fuckwad. I know his type. I normally would have taught him a good lesson, but I’ve got more important things to focus my energy on,” Dean said as he looked at me with the sexiest smile. He then motioned for me to follow him inside the barn. I walked slowly behind him until we reached a small alcove behind the stables. He gestured for me to sit down while he grabbed a towel to dry himself off.

  My head was still full of Eric’s harsh words. I was ashamed that I associated with people like him. I wanted to make sure Dean knew I wasn’t anything like Eric, that I was different.

  “He shouldn’t have said those things,” I said. “I’m sorry he—”

  “Caroline,” Dean said firmly. “People like him don’t bother me.”

  “They don’t?” I asked.

  “Not at all.” Dean shrugged.

  I smiled. Dean was right for not losing his cool. People like Eric meant nothing. They were just insecure, arrogant assholes who didn’t deserve the time of day. Knowing Dean didn’t care what Eric thought eased my mind and soon, I was back to simply enjoying my time with him.

  We sat together for a few minutes while Dean took a much-needed break. When I looked at his face, I saw bags under his eyes that looked to be days old. His eyes themselves were rimmed bright red and every few minutes, he stifled a yawn.

  “So,” I said. “My parents are leaving tonight around seven and they’ll be gone the entire weekend.”

  “Oh?” Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “It’s my first weekend all alone, so I thought—”

  “I’ll be there when I get off work,” Dean said without pause.

  I grinned. “Perfect.”

  We wasted a little time talking about different things. Dean told me how he heard about the job at the club and I told him about my plans for college. By the time his break ended, I knew it was time for me to get home. If Dean was going to come over later, I wanted to be prepared.

  My heart was pounding at the thought of being completely alone with him. I gave him my address, and we said goodbye.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” he said.

  He winked and slowly walked away. I shook myself and hurried toward my car, my legs shaking with desire. When I finally made it back home, I couldn’t think of anything other than how badly I wanted Dean’s lips on mine. There was a streak in my panties that told me just how badly I wanted him.

  As I took my shower that evening, I imagined how it would feel to be with Dean. I’d never been with anyone before and I could feel my nerves flare up. I decided that I should probably try and relieve some of my own tension so I wasn’t so damn nervous.

  I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out my vibrator. I lay on my bed and spread my legs wide, imagining what it would feel like to have Dean between them.

  CHAPTER FIVE - DEAN

  The drive to Caroline’s house was nothing short of torturous. I couldn’t get there fast enough. For almost a week, we’d been flirting and dancing around our attraction for one another. My need for her was intensifying rapidly. Every time I thought about her soft lips or her petite ass, I longed to tear her clothes from her body. I could already tell her tits were perky and full and I hadn’t yet seen them uncovered. Part of me knew tonight was the night but I didn’t want to get my hopes up in case she wanted to take it slow.

  Caroline wasn’t like the other girls I’d been with. She was young, only eighteen, and inexperienced. She never said so but I could tell as much. I wanted to claim her body as my own but I also didn’t want to scare her. The more time we spent together, the more I liked her. She was so fucking hot but also incredibly intelligent and really interesting. As much as I wanted to get her naked, I also wanted to get to know her.

  When I pulled up to her front gate, I felt a wave of dread wash over me. Caroline didn’t give me a code to get inside. I rolled down my window and peered out at the keypad. There, sitting on top was a folded piece of paper. My name was scribbled across the top in neat, swirling handwriting that I knew was Caroline’s. I smiled and grabbed the paper, unfolding it with enthusiasm.

  “242891,” it read. “Front door is open, just come on in. ~Caroline”

  I grinned to myself as I typed in the code and waited for the gate to swing open. When it did, I gunned it and flew down the driveway, eager to get inside. Throwing my truck in park, I yanked the keys out of the ignition and tucked them in my pocket. I jogged up to the front door and checked the knob. It was unlocked, just like Caroline’s note said it would be.

  Good girl.

  My grin was wider than ever as I let myself inside. The second my eyes fell on the elaborate entryway, all thoughts of Caroline momentarily flew from my mind. I was standing in the middle of a marble foyer with columns all around me. There were flowers and plants on ornate tables along the walls. As I moved further into the house, my mouth fell open in shock.

  I stepped out of the entry and into an opening. The floors were marble, the walls were marble, everything in sight was marble. In front of me was an intricate staircase that spiraled up and out of sight. I stared upward, imagining what was on each floor of this enormous house.

  As I stood there trying to work through my shock, I heard a soft noise coming from upstairs.

  “Caroline?” I asked, my voice echoing through the house.

  There was no answer except that same, soft noise. It emanated down the stairs and reached my ears. This time, I recognized it. It was a moan. Soft and barely audible, but a moan all the same. Hesitantly, I mounted the staircase and slowly made my way to the second floor. As I walked, the moans became louder and more defined. I could now tell they were coming from a hallway along the second floor.

  I paused for just a second, unsure of whether I should continue. Finally, I walked down the hallway, following the sounds of moaning and soft vibrations.

  When I reached a half open door, I peeked inside to see Caroline sprawled out on her bed, naked and writhing. My heart stopped in my chest at the sight. She was completely naked, her tits free and shaking slightly. Her nipples were hard and when she reached up to pinch one between two fingers, my cock twitched in my pants.

 
; “Holy fuck,” I whispered to myself.

  Caroline massaged her nipple between her fingers while her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Part of me knew I should look away but I couldn’t. My feet were cemented to the floor and my eyes were glued to Caroline’s gorgeous body. My cock was growing harder with each passing second. As I scanned Caroline’s body, my eyes fell on the source of the vibrations.

  Caroline’s other hand was wrapped around a small vibrator that she had pressed against her clit. I swallowed hard and groaned softly. Her legs were spread wide as she worked the vibrator over her sensitive nub. I stared between her legs, watching her wetness coat the vibrator. My entire body felt hot with desire as I watched her take control of her own pleasure.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, her eyes closed. She arched her back and bit her lip seductively.

  Her legs were trembling and her hand worked faster, moving the vibrator with determination. My eyes couldn’t sit still. I scanned her body over and over again, taking in the sight of her massaging her own tits, then sliding down to watch her drip with pleasure. She was so sexy and irresistible that I longed to throw the door open wide and fuck her right there.

  Instead, I stayed still, devouring her with my eyes.

  “Yes,” she moaned, louder now. “Oh, Dean. Yes”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck… I thought to myself.

  My cock was pressing painfully against my jeans and I was desperate to relieve myself. Hearing Caroline whisper my name in the throes of her pleasure was enough to make me burst, but I held myself together.

  She writhed on her bed, trembling. She worked the vibrator harder, moving it against her clit with a ferocious need. Her breathing was ragged and I loved the sounds she made. She panted and moaned, wiggling and jerking beneath the vibrator.

  Caroline threw her free hand above her head and held on to her headboard. She moved the vibrator harder, crying out with pleasure and biting down on her lip.

  “Yes,” she panted. “Right there. Oh God, yes. Take me.”

  I groaned and slowly lowered my hand to grip my cock. My jeans were tight around it and as I squeezed it, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer. Caroline looked too good lying there, spread open for me, already begging me to take her.

  “Oh!” she cried. “God yes!”

  She jerked and came so hard that I thought she might roll right off her bed. Her body twitched as she held the vibrator against herself, dragging out her pleasure as long as she could. When she finally finished, she laid there for a few seconds, breathing heavily and stroking her soaking wet pussy with the vibrator.

  “Shit,” she said to herself.

  She laughed softly and turned off the vibrator. Rolling over, she shoved it in her bedside table, giving me a perfect view of her naked ass. I swallowed and jerked my head away. Now that she was done, I couldn’t just stare at her any longer. I took a couple silent steps to the side and waited for my dick to deflate.

  From inside her room, I could hear Caroline moving around. She seemed to be getting dressed, but I wished she wouldn’t. I wanted to find her still naked, lying on her bed, her eyes on fire with a deep hunger.

  I took a few deep, cleansing breaths until I was sure she was finished. There was silence from inside her room, so I cleared my throat and stepped forward. As I raised my fist to knock on the door, I heard her soft footsteps as she hurried toward me.

  She threw open the door and grinned at me, standing aside to let me by. I tried to smile but I found it difficult to meet her eyes. When I stepped inside her room, my eyes flashed to her bed and I cleared my throat again, trying to regain my composure.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” Caroline asked, her voice low and husky.

  “Excuse me?” I jerked my head around. She was grinning at me in a mischievous way that made my face flush with shame.

  “It’s okay,” she said softly. “I saw you watching me.”

  “You did?” I asked, my voice weak. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  Caroline shrugged. “I wanted you to enjoy the show.”

  I laughed and shook my head, staring at her in disbelief. This girl was unlike anyone I’d ever met. Not only was she the complete opposite of everything I thought a trust fund girl was supposed to be, she was also the sexiest, most alluring woman I’d ever laid eyes on her.

  As she stared at me with that sultry look in her eyes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against me. Our kiss was hard and fast, desperate and full of need. Her tongue shot into my mouth, tasting me while she moaned quietly. In an instant, the erection I’d worked so hard to control was back.

  I groaned and we fell on the bed, kissing and rubbing each other with passion. Finally, Caroline pulled away to catch her breath.

  “Let’s take a little break,” she said with a soft chuckle. “Just to talk.”

  “Okay.” I nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

  Still, my eyes had a hard time staying on her face as we laid back on her pillows to talk. She was wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt without a bra. It was enough to make me lose my fucking mind but I could tell she was getting nervous. All of that bravado in the show she’d just put on for me was slowly slipping away now that I was close to her. She needed to slow down, so I forced myself to behave. Getting herself off in front of me was one thing, actually doing the deed was a whole other ballgame. I could see the internal struggle between wanting to give into her desires and being scared to do so. It was endearing and frustrating all at once.

  We spent the rest of the night just talking. We laid on her bed, alternating between stories about her childhood and mine. She told me about her love of art and I told her about my passion for horses. When I told her that I’d love to own my own place some day and have horses to ride, she didn’t laugh. I realized that she was probably the only one who hadn’t. When you grew up poor in a town like this, no one ever thought you could do any better. Caroline was different though. She encouraged me and told me she believed that I would do it. By the time we were finished talking, the sun was rising outside of her window, and yet I didn’t feel the slightest bit tired.

  CHAPTER SIX - CAROLINE

  Dean and I spent most of the weekend together. If we weren’t at my house, we were walking around town together. We had dinner out, grabbed coffee, and even saw a couple of movies. It felt like something out of a dream. I’d never had so much fun with anyone. When Monday finally rolled around, I found myself wishing my parents would stay away longer. They hardly ever spent time away from home and now that I was old enough, I hoped they would take a few more trips this summer.

  That morning though, I knew my wish would be unfounded. I walked downstairs, feeling happier and lighter than ever. My mind was still focused on Dean as I stepped into the kitchen, eager to get a bite of breakfast before heading to the club. Dean was working this morning, so I knew I would get a chance to see him if I stopped by for a ride. Just the thought was enough to bring a smile to my face until I saw my mother sitting at the kitchen table. She wore a severe expression and her eyes were narrowed.

  “Good morning,” I said brightly, ignoring her obviously foul mood. “How was your trip?”

  “Sit down, Caroline.”

  Her voice was sharp and authoritative. The smile slipped off my face in an instant. She stared at me in her patented Penelope Michaelson way, her blue eyes sharp and narrowed with her mouth pulled tight into a thin line. I swallowed hard and slowly stepped forward. As I slid into my usual chair, she pulled an iPad toward her.

  “What’s going on?” I asked nervously.

  Without a word, she clicked on the iPad and pressed play. A video began to play on the screen. I frowned and leaned forward to watch. There, on the screen, was a picture of our entryway. As I watched, Dean walked through the front door and slowly made his way through the house.

  In that moment, I felt my entire life crash down around me. I never knew my parents had c
ameras set up in our house. A wave of terror coursed through my body as I wondered if there were cameras set up in my bedroom.

  My eyes flashed back to the iPad, and I saw Dean mount the staircase. My mother grabbed the iPad and slid her finger over the screen a few times. Then, she showed me a second video. It was from Saturday morning. Dean and I were walking out the front door, holding hands.

  “I have a few more but I think you get the point,” my mother said.

  “Yes.” I nodded and tried to look at her, but it was like staring directly into the sun. My eyes burned and watered with the effort.

  “When I first saw these images,” she said. “I wasn’t sure what to think. I hoped, in vain, that you’d met a nice, upstanding man. Clearly, I was wrong.”

  “You don’t know—”

  “I do know,” she snapped. “This boy is Dean Evans. He works in the stables at the club. He lives across town, on Tuckerton Drive, with his younger brother and alcoholic mother.”

  My mother’s knowledge of Dean was advanced and it threw me. I never expected her to do so much research so quickly, and without coming to me first.

  “I’m only going to say this once, Caroline,” she said softly. “This boy is not right for you. He is beneath you in more ways than you know. You are not to see him again.”

  I just stared at her, completely at a loss for words. Did she really think she could order me around? I was eighteen years old, for Christ’s sake, an adult! In just a couple months, I would be heading off to college. My life would be entirely my own and there was nothing she, or anyone else, could say about it.