Tameless

by Gilmore, Jess

  Perhaps this was paranoia, but I kept thinking they somehow knew he’d been there. It was something about the way they were acting. There wasn’t as much talk at the table as there usually was, and they both had concerned frowns etched on their faces.

  I asked about their trip and the response was short, clipped, obviously incomplete. And that’s when I started to realize their behavior probably had nothing to do with any hint that Wes had been in the house, but rather it was due to their trip.

  “What’s up with you guys?” I finally asked.

  Mom looked at Dad. I looked from her to Dad.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” he said.

  “I didn’t say wrong, I said up.” I looked at each of them again. “Is something wrong? Because something seems…off. I don’t know.”

  “We’re just tired,” Mom said.

  Dad said to mom, “Pass the asparagus?”

  I dropped it. They were definitely acting strange. It couldn’t have anything to do with me. They weren’t the type of parents to hold off on questioning me about any kind of issue—big or small—that came up. That’s another thing that started when Wes began to go off track. My parents grew more intrusive in my personal life. That hadn’t subsided at all.

  If only all my friends weren’t married and at least one of them wanted to be roommates, or if only I could land a higher-paying job, I could get out of this house and be on my own like a real adult instead of feeling like an overgrown teenager whose parents were still a factor in her personal life.

  Exhausted from a long working weekend, I went to my room after dinner and called Wes. Before he could finish saying hello, I said, “Will you come over later and climb up the lattice to my window?”

  He made a sexy, deep groaning sound. “Don’t tempt me.”

  “I just had the worst dinner.”

  “Why?” he asked. “What happened?”

  I told him about the awkwardness at the table.

  “I didn’t leave a scent like an animal, did I? You think they can smell me?”

  I laughed. “I’m serious.”

  “You’re just being paranoid.”

  “I thought that, too,” I said, “but then I talked myself out of that and now I’ve talked myself back into it.”

  I heard him sigh a little. “Dawn, it’s going to be fine. They don’t know. And if the time comes to tell them, you tell them.”

  “Right, easy as that. Wait…why did you say ‘if’?”

  He chuckled. “When. I meant when.”

  I let it go. Yes, there was still trust issues with him. It would take more than great sex and the excitement of him being back to erase the fact that he’d vanished from my life once before.

  “When am I going to see you?” I asked.

  I heard him opening a drawer. “You’re the one with the busy schedule.” I heard him pouring cereal.

  “Not after today. It’s back to normal.” I was anxiously twisting the edge of a blanket around my fingers.

  “Then you should definitely come over tomorrow after work.”

  I felt an adrenaline rush from my chest to my stomach.

  “And if you don’t,” he said, “I’m definitely coming to climb that lattice.”

  . . . . .

  Later that evening, I heard my parents arguing in their bedroom.

  “Where did you last see it?” my Dad was saying.

  “If I knew that, then I’d know where it was.”

  Dad made a frustrated sigh and mumbled something.

  “Dawn!” Mom called out.

  I walked down the hallway to their door.

  Mom turned around from her dresser. “Your father and I have a big event this week and I can’t find the diamond necklace I got for Christmas.”

  I didn’t mean to, but I know I furrowed my brow. “Okay…”

  “Have you seen it?”

  Dad was in their walk-in closet.

  “No,” I said.

  She tilted her head a little, just like she used to do when I was a kid and she wasn’t convinced I was telling her the truth.

  “I haven’t seen it, Mom.” My words came out flatly, not like I was trying too hard to deny it because I really hadn’t seen it.

  “Well, it’s been in this jewelry box since January first—I know because I wore it out New Year’s Eve—and now it’s gone.”

  She started rifling through that huge box faster, fingers diving in and moving things around.

  And then I had a sudden flash of horror.

  Wes. He’d been in the house.

  Mom said, “Are you sure you didn’t wear it to work? It’s okay if you did. I’d rather you ask, especially if it’s something that expensive….”

  Her words faded out as my body went cold, almost numb. I was trying to remember if Wes had been upstairs without me at any point. And why would he do that? Would he really steal something like that from my mother? Was he lying about having kicked the drug habit? Did he need money?

  Was he lying to me?

  “Dawn,” my Mom said. “Did you wear it when we were gone?”

  I shook myself out of the horrible train of thought I’d conjured up. “No. I swear.”

  I felt like I was ten years old again, being scolded, questioned, not trusted.

  I know Wes wasn’t upstairs without me. We’d been up here together…

  But I did use the restroom downstairs a few times.

  Dad stepped from the closet, the necklace dangling from one finger.

  “It was on the floor. Great place for it.”

  My mom let his sarcasm slide. She was just happy to have that necklace back.

  I turned and walked down the hall. I really needed a change. Needed to get out of this house. I opened my laptop and furiously scanned every website I could think of that listed job openings. If I couldn’t find something that paid more, I could always find a second job.

  The necklace incident made me feel untrusted, and I resented it, but I was doing the same thing to Wes at the same time. Jesus. My mind must have immediately gone to him because of what happened years ago, and the seeds my parents planted in my mind about what a bad guy he was.

  I felt guilty for thinking even for a second that Wes would have stolen anything, let alone the diamond necklace.

  I felt resentment toward my parents for everything that had happened.

  Worst of all, I felt confused. Maybe I didn’t really trust him like I thought I did.

  Chapter Fourteen – Wes

  I spent Monday trying to keep busy at work, going from store to store, but I found my thoughts drifting away from work and more towards Dawn coming over tonight. Some of the thoughts were good—okay, great, and sex related—and some weren’t so good. I kept thinking of her lying to her parents about having seen me.

  I didn’t care what they thought of me. My only concern was what would happen to her if they found out.

  Dawn and I were both adults now and could make our own decisions, without anyone standing in our way, but I had no intention of being even a small part of driving a wedge between her family. That was a decision she was going to have to make.

  My old roommate Brad called while I was in the car going from one store to another.

  “Dude, I need your help.”

  “What’s up?”

  “I landed a gig this weekend. Bachelorette party, like thirty women or something. Fuckin’ crazy, right?”

  I was at a stoplight so I was able to close my eyes while I shook my head. “No.”

  “No what? It’s not a crazy good gig?”

  “No,” I said again. “I’m not doing the show.”

  “Come on. I need a third. Roberto already said yes. That makes two, and you’d make the perfect third. Two hours, thousand bucks, guaranteed. Where else are you going to make five-hundred an hour?”

  “Not interested, Brad. Sorry.”

  There was a pause for a moment before he said, “All right. If you change your mind, let me know. And, hey, you got a packa
ge in the mail here.”

  “Shit, I forgot to change my mailing address. Who’s it from?”

  I heard some rustling of papers and plastic bags. The countertop was always full of junk mail and grocery store bags. “Big envelope from UCLA.”

  I’d been waiting on that. “I’ll come by and pick it up.”

  “Good,” he said, “that’ll give me a chance to talk you into the gig.”

  . . . . .

  I picked up the envelope when I took a lunch break. Brad’s attempt to convince me to do the bachelorette party failed. Poor guy. He didn’t have a chance. I hadn’t given him a reason why I was quitting when I did, I just said I was done with it, so he didn’t know how serious I was about not doing it again. The money was good but six months in that lifestyle was enough for me.

  Had I happened upon that line of work a few years ago, back when I was unable to resist the temptation of the money, drugs, and the readily available girls, I would have been in serious trouble. Now, though, I knew how to deal with impulsive decisions. The way I dealt with them: don’t make impulsive decisions. Simple.

  At least until it came to Dawn. I couldn’t resist her. I had wanted her for so long, and the real thing was better than the images I’d created in fantasies years ago. I’d had a taste now, but it wasn’t enough.

  Dawn was my new temptation.

  And that’s exactly what I was thinking when she showed up Monday evening. She wore a light green dress with a black belt that cinched at the waist, showing off her perfectly curved hips. But what really caught my eye, and what I struggled not to stare at, was the way it hugged her tits.

  The truth was, when I saw her, my lust surged to levels I hadn’t experienced since I was a hormone-fueled teenager. Only now I knew how to handle it like a man instead of a boy.

  She walked through the door and immediately raised up on her tip-toes, throwing her arms around my neck. The scent of her hair and skin was intoxicating, sending raging bursts of energy through my body, right to my cock.

  I wanted her right then and there.

  We kissed. I lifted her up, our lips still locked, our tongues frantically swirling together.

  I took a few steps to the kitchen, lifting her up and putting her on the counter, grabbing her leg and wrapping it around the backs of my thighs. “I don’t think I can get enough of you.”

  She had her hand on the back of my head. She clenched a handful of hair in her hand, tightly, and pulled my face to hers.

  She bit her lip and I thought I saw the hint of a blush taking over her face.

  “I’ve wanted this all day,” I said, lifting her right leg and kissing her calf. She watched me with her mouth slightly open in a beautiful pout.

  I lowered my head to kiss and lick and suck her inner thighs. She watched me, but hadn’t yet lost her ability to think straight, which was my ultimate goal—give her an orgasm like she’d never had.

  I teased her through her panties with the tip of my tongue.

  With one finger, I moved her panties to the side, my mouth finally on her already-wet flesh, kissing, sucking, licking.

  My tongue fluttered along her slickness, changing it up every few seconds to long strokes. My fingers parted her, fully exposing her excited clit to me. Pink, shiny-slick.

  Her hips rolled along as my tongue alternated between firm and flattened, making circular movements, her body making movements in the opposite direction, a perfect rhythm as she rode my tongue.

  I loved listening to the noises she made—a mix of light whimpering and growling in her own pleasure, pleasure she was getting from me.

  “Talk to me,” I said, my voice soft and somewhat muted.

  “I can’t….”

  Those were the only words that would come out of her mouth. Between the way her mouth was almost locked in an O-shape and her staggered breathing, it was a wonder she could say those two words at all.

  Her hips bucked harder. I knew this point. It was when the body takes over and you lose control as it responds to such intense stimulation.

  She was about to come.

  “Come for me, Dawn. Come in my mouth.”

  “Yes, yes...” She gripped a handful of my hair again.

  She writhed along with my tongue strokes, the orgasm jolting through her. Her stomach muscles flexed, relaxed, repeated—I felt them with my hand flat on her stomach—and her body shook as she threw her head back and cried out my name.

  Mission accomplished.

  I lifted her off the counter and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I walked us to the couch. I sat down and Dawn slid off my lap, onto her knees on the floor.

  She worked my belt loose, and looked me in the eye as her hands slid into my jeans, into my underwear, and her fingers wrapped around my hard cock.

  “I haven’t done this very much,” she said.

  I didn’t want to know anymore than that, didn’t want to have any reason to think of her doing this with another guy.

  In my experience, girls who said that were worried they wouldn’t do it right. They were communicating some kind of warning like: I don’t think I’m good at this. All women do it differently. Some better than others. But there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’ve wanted you to do this for so long.”

  And with that, she worked the zipper down and freed my cock.

  She kept eye contact with me for the first few seconds, then lowered her gaze and she watched her hand as it moved back and forth along the length of my shaft.

  I watched her hand, too, but mostly I watched her face as she played with me. Her lips were pressed tightly together, as if teasing me, making me wonder how long they’d stay so firmly closed.

  I reached down and took my cock from her, gripping it at the base. My other hand went to the top of her head, and I guided her head closer to me with my fingertips on her scalp.

  Those lips—pretty and pouty—weren’t opening for me yet, so I touched them with the head of my cock. I moved it back and forth across her mouth, painting her with the little bead of moisture that had formed at the tip when she was playing with me.

  After a few moments like this, she looked up and her lips parted beautifully for me. Her tongue touched the tip of my cock as she held eye contact. Opening wider, she drew the head into her mouth, and I dropped my hand to my side. I felt the warmth close around me as she sucked a little, using her tongue to tease the very tip.

  Her hand moved to the base of my cock, not stroking, but holding with just the right amount of pressure.

  The visuals are always what push me over the edge. Yes, the physical pleasure is integral, but there’s nothing like the sight of a woman wrapping her lips around my cock and taking her time as she surrenders her mouth to me.

  Which is exactly what Dawn was doing now—opening her mouth a little more, taking more of me, encasing my cock with the growing heat and wetness of her mouth.

  I reached down and took her wrist, moving her hand away.

  “Let me have the other one,” I said, and she raised her arm.

  I brought her hands to my thighs, pinning them down.

  “I like it when you just use your mouth,” I said.

  She tried to murmur something, but I couldn’t tell what it was, nor did I care. I could tell it was something positive, maybe just a sound affirming what I told her.

  Dawn was moving a little faster now, her plump lips sliding up and down my shaft. My cock glistened from the mixture of her spit and my pre-come.

  Watching her move like that…Jesus, I could have stayed there all day.

  I was intently focused on watching her lips slide slowly toward the tip, and she sucked hard, pulling back, freeing my cock with a wet pop sound.

  Her hair fell in her face just then. I reached out with one hand, gathering as much of it as I could in my fist, then held it together.

  “I need to see your gorgeous face as you do this,” I said.

  She smiled that pe
rfect smile of hers as she looked at my erection, and I couldn’t have handled one more second of not being in her mouth. I moved her head back to my cock, sliding between her lips once more. Holding onto her hair, I didn’t have to direct her movement. She swirled her tongue around the head, then took me back in with one swift motion.

  Now she was moving faster than before, her head bobbing up and down. The friction of her lips sliding along my skin combined with her sucking…it was getting too intense to think. Though I did feel her teeth lightly graze across the swollen tip of my cock, which I didn’t mind and even encouraged on occasion.

  Moments later, the visual got me. “I’m going to come,” I said.

  I held off on telling her that I wanted to come in her mouth. I wanted to see what she would do on her own—pull away and use her hand or stay where she was and take my come in her mouth?

  I let go of her hair. Luckily, it stayed out of her face, giving me a perfect view as she locked her lips around my cock as I came.

  “Ah, Dawn, fuck…” I said as my stomach muscles clenched along with my thighs, as if being wound up for a big release.

  Her eyes got big and she blinked rapidly a few times, closing them as I came more.

  When it was clear that I had finished, she licked me clean, tucked me back into my pants, zipped me up, and said, “I know you don’t want to kiss me right—”

  I reached for the back of her head, pulling her close to me, kissing her deeply.

  Chapter Fifteen – Dawn

  The private room dance with Wes—even though I didn’t know it was him at the time—was the single most erotic and thrilling experience of my life. Until tonight.

  He had taken me by surprise when he made me sit on the counter. He’d given me an orgasm intense enough to make me wonder if that was the upper limit of pure ecstasy. I mean, there has to be a limit, right? Sexual pleasure can’t be so open-ended that it gets better and better each time. With Wes, I wasn’t so sure there was a maximum. There was something about him that made me think there was more to come. (Pun strongly intended.)