Shhh! Don't Tell (10 BOOK BUNDLE TABOO EROTICA)

by Rose Temper

  “Come on, Cherry. Please? I want to see you so bad. I can’t stop thinking about you. I think I might be in love with you.”

  She almost laughed into the phone when he said that. They barely knew each other, but she knew enough that she wasn’t in love with him, not now not ever. He had a damn fine body though. “Aww, you’re cute,” she said.

  “So, you’ll come out then?” he said.

  “I’m thinking about it.”

  “What do I need to do to convince you?”

  “Can you bring me some whiskey?”

  “Whiskey? Maybe. I could try to steal some from my parents. It might be hard though.”

  “Don’t even bother coming if you can’t bring it,” she said.

  “Okay, I’ll get it. I promise. So I can come get you?”

  “Be here at nine-thirty sharp. Park down the street and wait for me. I’ll come out.”

  “Yes! I can’t wait to see you baby.”

  “Okay, I gotta go,” she said. Daddy would probably be pissed already that she was on the phone, she didn’t need to make it any worse by staying on talking about nothing with Bobby.

  “Alright. I’ll see you soon. With whiskey,” he said. “And Cherry?”

  “What Bobby?”

  “Could you wear that underwear I bought you.”

  “Don’t push your luck,” she said and hung up. He was talking about the thong he’d given her last week. She’d put it on when she got home and masturbated while wearing it, but she knew her Daddy wouldn’t approve of her wearing it so she hadn’t put it on since. He was always going on about the loose women at Walmart with their thongs hanging out of the back of their pants. Maybe she’d wear it for Bobby just this once. Tease him a little bit. He was bringing her whiskey after all.

  She crept back into the living room and sat down gently next to Daddy, trying not to disturb him. He moved over away from her.

  “I’m sorry Daddy,” she said. “Bobby isn’t very smart. I told him not to call so late.”

  He looked over at her now. “Don’t waste your life hanging around with idiots.”

  “Yes, sir. You’re right.” She scooted over next to him and he let her lift his arm up and put it around her. Some sweat dripped down the crevasse between her breasts. It was so hot in there, she wanted to take her sports bra off too. What would Daddy do if she just stripped down next to him? That was silly. She needed to get fucked soon she decided. Too many crazy thoughts running through her head. Maybe she should just let Bobby do it tonight. If he was man enough that is.

  They watched the rest of the game together. The Marlins won and Daddy was in a good mood about it. The rookie had finished strong and Daddy said he was impressed with him. Normally she would ask him to stay up with her and watch the Late Show but today she said she was tired and she was going to go to bed early. He yawned and said yeah, he was beat too. She kissed him on the cheek and hugged his neck, pressing her warm body up close against his and he squeezed her tight.

  “I love you, Daddy,” she said then went to her room.

  She turned the light so he would think she went to bed then stripped down naked and checked the clock. Almost nine-thirty. Perfect.

  Cherry slipped a finger down between her pussy lips and it slid in easily. She thought about getting herself off once before she left so she’d have more self-control with Bobby but then decided against it. He didn’t need any unnecessary handicaps. The thong he’d given her was stuffed deep in the back of her dresser drawer and she dug it out and put it on, feeling sexy now int the skimpy underwear. She slipped a skirt on over it and found a black bra and tank top. Then ever so slowly, she opened the window and crept out into the muggy Florida night and darted through their dark front yard and down the street to where she could see Bobby parked.

  ***

  She could see Bobby sitting behind the wheel of his dad’s black sedan, grinning like a fool. He’d parked directly under a street light. That boy wasn’t born with a lick of sense in him. It was amazing he made it this far in life. She went around to the passenger side and got in, careful not to slam the door when she shut it.

  “Hey baby,” Bobby said. “I missed you.”

  He leaned over to kiss her and she gave him her cheek.

  “Did you bring the whiskey?”

  “Look under your seat darling.” That stupid grin still on his face.

  She reached down between her legs under the seat and found the cool glass of the bottle then brought it up. It was half empty. “You didn’t drink any did you? I won’t tolerate any drunk driving.”

  “No, baby. It was like that when I got it. I’m probably going to be in deep shit when my dad notices it’s gone. It’s worth it though.” He leaned over and groped his hand clumsily toward her breast.

  She saw it coming and batted his hand away. “Not yet,” she said. “Wait until we get to the park at least. I swear. You boys are all the same.”

  He shrugged and started the car. It lurched forward violently, the tires squealing as it fish-tailed back and forth.

  “Damnit Bobby!” She smacked him in the arm.

  “What?”

  “What the hell are you doing? Slow down. You’re going to wake the whole neighborhood.”

  “Shit. Sorry baby. I just wanted to show you a good time.”

  All she could do was shake her head. As horny as she was, it wasn’t worth all this. Probably after tonight she’d break up with him.

  He flipped on the radio and started singing along with some pop song, off key, then reached over and put his hand on her knee.

  She let him do it this time. Might as well get her money’s worth before she let him go. He did come through on the whiskey like she’d asked. That was more than she’d expected. She opened the bottle and took a quick pull off it. It burned going down and she coughed then put the lid back on.

  “Dang girl. You sure like that stuff don’t you? Why don’t you let me have a swig.”

  “Nope. I told you no drinking and driving.” The whiskey felt good going down and it relaxed her some. She was still nervous her Daddy might go into her room and find out she’d snuck out. He’d be so pissed. There was no telling what he’d do. And if he knew it was Bobby she’d snuck off with–well Bobby might be best just high-tailing it to Mexico. She grinned at the thought of her Daddy going after him.

  Bobby went back to singing the stupid song. His voice grated on her so she opened the window and let her head hang out. The noise from the wind drowned him out and it felt good letting her hair blow back. She took another swig off the bottle; it went down easier this time.

  The park was deserted when they pulled into the parking lot. It was a popular spot for people to go make-out at but it looked like they would have the place to themselves for now at least. That was good. She didn’t want anybody watching her anyway.

  Maybe it would be Bobby’s lucky night after all. The whiskey was making her feel good now and her pussy started to tingle again. She’d never let him touch it before. He might just die if she let him finger bang her and then fuck her in the same night. Only if he had a condom though. There was no way in hell she was having this numb-skull’s baby.

  He turned the car off and leaned over to her. “Can I have some of that whiskey now?”

  “I guess, just a little,” she said. “I don’t want you getting drunk though.” She handed him the bottle.

  He put it to his mouth and turned it straight up and down then wiped his mouth once he’d finished.

  “Did you get enough?” she said.

  “I think so.”

  She shook her head and took the bottle back from him, taking another small sip herself before putting it back under the seat.

  “Well,” he said, “what should we talk about?”

  “How about you just kiss me instead. I’m feeling frisky tonight.”

  “If that’s what you want,” he said, doing a poor job of playing it cool. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over and stuck his tongue int
o her mouth, the raw taste of whiskey coming off him strong.

  While he poked his tongue around wildly in her mouth his hand came up to her breast and squeezed it hard.

  She moaned as he touched her. The boy had no finesse but she couldn’t help but get turned on by him. Her tongue moved back against his. It was awkward being in the front seat though, the middle console between them. She pulled back away from him. “Why don’t we get in the backseat, Bobby?”

  He looked at her, surprised. “Are you sure?”

  “Well, if you waffle around about it maybe I’ll change my mind. Yes, I’m sure.”

  He jerked around and opened his door.

  She watched him run around to her side and grinned at how much control she had over him.

  He opened the door for her and held his hand out.

  She took it and stepped out of the car, squeezing his hand tight, then she lifted up on her toes and put her arms around his neck, kissing him again.

  He grabbed her at the waist and pushed her back against the car, pressing his hips into her hard.

  All his weight against her now. She felt his cock pushing through his jeans against her pussy. He’d better have a condom on him. She wasn’t sure who would be more disappointed if he didn’t.

  “Let’s get in the back, Bobby.”

  He let her off the car and opened the door for her.

  “Just a minute,” she said. “I want to show you something. You can look but you can’t touch ok?”

  He nodded at her slowly, that stupid grin back again.

  She turned around and slowly lifted the back of her skirt up to show him the thong. The night air felt nice against her bare ass.

  “Holy shit,” he said.

  She let the skirt drop back down and then climbed in the back seat on her hands and knees, letting him have another look at her ass from behind before she sat back down on the leather seat.

  He hurried in after her. “You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever known.”

  “Don’t talk, just kiss me,” she said. Her pussy soaking into her panties now.

  In his clumsy way, he pushed his tongue back into her mouth and grabbed at her breast again.

  She reached over and touched his cock through his jeans.

  He inhaled sharply as she squeezed it, then found her nipple through her shirt and pinched it, too hard.

  She took his hand off her breast, still kissing him, and pushed it down to her crouch, opening her legs for him.

  He stopped kissing her for a moment and looked at her, not sure what was going on it seemed.

  “Well, don’t just sit there,” she said. “Touch me.”

  He moved his hand to her thigh and ran it up her leg.

  She spread her legs wider and his fingers came to her wet panties. He rubbed at her swollen lips through the soaked fabric, making her moan and grab the door next to her.

  Then he slipped his fingers under her panties and fumbled around until he found the opening, then plunged his fingers in, then out and in again, fucking her too hard in that way inexperienced boys do.

  “Slow down a little,” she said.

  He went slower but still just as hard, pushing his fingers as far in as they would go, thinking the deeper he pushed them the better it would feel for her.

  It felt ok she supposed–not as nice as when she did it herself though. He didn’t understand you had to rub the clitoris, not fuck her like a jack hammer. “Ok,” she said and grabbed his hand and pulled it out of her, the sweet smell of her pussy filling the backseat. “Take that thing out of your pants. I want to see it.”

  He leaned back and undid his pants. Pulled them down faster than she knew was possible. Left his white underwear on, the outline of his dick pressing against them awkwardly.

  She reached down with her small hand and grabbed his dick hard causing him to jump. “Are you scared?” she asked, faking a concerned voice.

  “No, you just surprised me is all.”

  She pulled the top of his underwear down and his hard dick sprung up. It was the first time she’d seen an erect penis in real life. His wasn’t all that much to look at. But it was big. Her pussy tingled thinking about putting that thing in her.

  Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she started to move her hand up and down quickly, not really sure what she was doing. How complicated could it be? “Does that feel good? She asked.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

  “Pretty good?” She gripped it tighter and yanked harder.

  He squirmed around and put his hand over hers, slowing her down some. “Yeah, like that,” he said.

  “Do you want me to put my mouth on it?”

  “Umm, yeah, if you want?”

  “Well, do you want me to or not?” She kept stroking him.

  “Yes, I’d like that.”

  “Okay, but don’t you dare go in my mouth.”

  He nodded.

  She lowered her head down so that she was right next to his swollen dick. A small drop of clear liquid had gathered at the tip and she wiped it away with her fingers. It was sticky and she wiped it off on his jeans.

  Here goes nothing she thought and opened her mouth then slowly lowered it down onto his cock.

  He sighed loudly as she wrapped her mouth around it.

  She came off it quickly and looked up at him. “Don’t you dare shoot that stuff in my mouth.”

  “I won’t.” He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it back down.

  Cherry let his cock back into her mouth, grabbing the base of it so that it wouldn’t go too far in.

  He gripped the back of her hair now, guiding her head up and down.

  This wasn’t so bad she thought, getting into it now, letting some spit drip down so she could stroke it better with her hand while her mouth moved over the pulsing head.

  His hips were bucking up to her too, like a dog humping out in the yard. She didn’t mind though. It was turning her on having his cock in her mouth. Soon she’d ask him if brought a condom. If he didn’t he was a real idiot.

  The pressure from his hand gripping her hair tightened, and she heard him groan. He pushed her head down and she almost choked trying to get her head back up. A new taste flooded her mouth and she realized what it was. His hot semen filled her mouth and she jerked her head up and spit it out onto the seat next to him.

  “Damnit Bobby!”

  He was breathing hard, eyes closed, not paying attention to her.

  The taste of his cum actually wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. But she told him not to do it. She hoped the wet spot on the seat next to him left a stain. Good luck explaining that to his dad.

  Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at her lazily, the grin back again. “Wow,” he said.

  She was about to lay into him for coming in her mouth. Tell him about the importance of trust in a relationship. How it was the cornerstone of any successful partnership. But as soon as she’d collected her thoughts and was about to let him have it, the backseat suddenly lit up.

  A pair of head lights shined into the back window, a behind them blocking them in. They both looked at each other and froze.

  “Shit,” Bobby yelled. “It’s the cops.”

  “Fuck. My dad’s going to kill me.”

  “Okay. Just relax.” He seemed to be handling it better than she was. “You hid the whiskey right?”

  She nodded. It was under the front seat.

  “Okay. This is fine. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He looked up over the seat and tried to shield his eyes from the light so he could see something but it was too bright.

  “Damnit,” she said. “My dad is going to be so pissed off. I knew I shouldn’t have come with you.”

  “Hey,” he said, grabbing her shoulders. “Chill out. We’re over 18. They’re not going to arrest us or anything. Your dad won’t even find out unless you do something stupid and freak out.”

  “If he does you’re so dead. You know that right?”


  “I can take care of myself. Your dad doesn’t scare me.”

  “That’s because you’re an idiot.”

  They heard a car door slam and footsteps coming towards the car, crunching across the gravel.

  She said, “Put your cock away Bobby. Jesus.” It was just hanging there limp and wilting.

  He fumbled with his pants and got them pulled up and was yanking on his zipper but it wasn’t working for some reason.

  “Fuck. My zipper’s broke.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Let me do it.” She took the metal zipper in her fingers and pulled up on it hard but it wouldn’t budge.

  Then the door next to them flew open and the dome light in the car flooded a harsh light over them.

  They both looked over at the figure standing there, Cherry with her hands still fumbling at Bobby’s pants.

  “Oh, shit,” Bobby said. “That’s your dad.”

  ***

  In her Daddy’s car now, him driving and not saying anything, Cherry wiped her nose on the back of her hand, tired of crying. He hadn’t said a word the entire time. He hadn’t said anything when he’d dragged Bobby screaming like a girl out of the car by his feet. Nothing while he slapped him across the face–hard, three times–then let his body drop down to the ground. And nothing now the whole way home.

  She’d pleaded with him to talk to her. Say something. She told him how sorry she was. How she didn’t know what she was thinking. That he was right, Bobby was an idiot. Of course she didn’t say that she’d sucked his cock and he’d come in her mouth against her wishes; the taste of his sperm still there, a reminder of just how much of an idiot he was.

  But through it all, her Daddy didn’t say anything. Wouldn’t even look at her. Just stared straight ahead, the muscles in his jaw working over time and his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

  They pulled into the driveway of their trailer and Cherry wondered how much longer she’d be living here. He may kick her out over this. The thought made her start sobbing again. They got out of the car and she followed him inside.