by Wild, Angel
“Well, look at you,” said Caroline. “Somebody’s grown up.” She hugged me, and whispered, “See ya got your tits, sis. Congrats.”
I pushed her lightly. “Go fart off.”
“Still the little angel I remember,” she said dryly. “Some things never change.”
I hadn’t seen Caroline in two years.
Mr. Wyatt’s attention was on me. I could feel it. From his height, he had a direct view into the front portion of my dress, thereby glimpsing even more of my creamy cleavage. Knowing that he was staring at me in such a way was secretly thrilling. All the nerve endings in my body began to hum, and little butterflies fluttered in my tummy.
“Let’s have drinks before dinner,” said daddy. “Then you can tell us about how this happened.” He was referring to the engagement.
I took that moment to make myself scarce. I jogged to the bathroom, where I stared at my reflection excitedly. Cornflower blue eyes sparkled with the lingering effects of the strange fever that had raced through my system like an out of control brush fire.
You gotta calm down!
I had never experienced this type of a reaction before. It had been the most amazing, peculiar, and unexpected event of my young life. Having just turned eighteen last week, I thought my new car had been thrilling, but that was nothing compared to the look in Mr. Wyatt’s eyes.
He’s Caroline’s fiancé. He’s not up for grabs.
I swallowed the cold reality of that thought and tamped down feeling flattered and pretty and far too excited for my own good. I ran my fingers through my long, light brown hair. By the time I left the bathroom, I had gained the upper hand over my emotions, and as I sat down at the dinner table, I was sure I would be able to eat and carry on with decorum.
I was wrong!
“So, tell us what it’s like being a museum curator,” asked daddy conversationally.
The object of my fascination sat across the table, staring at me. Grandma Chester and Aunt Ester were at my elbows.
Jack cleared his throat. “It’s not that exciting. Mostly managing exhibitions and preserving records and such. I’m on the computer twenty-four seven.”
The baritone of his voice had an innately appealing and soothing quality. My hands were in my lap, over a starched white napkin. I didn’t hear a word daddy said in reply, because I was too busy staring at Jack. I was mesmerized by the curve of his face, the fullness of his lower lip, and the seductive smile that produced little dimples.
I tried to focus on the dinner Aunt Ester and grandma had made, but it was impossible. People talked and laughed, and, yet, I remained quiet. I gleaned several things from this momentary break from society. The first was that Jack Wyatt possessed a wonderful sense of humor, and, most importantly, my presence had affected him. He was deliberately trying not to look at me.
My hand, on its own accord, slipped beneath the napkin. I could not stop my wayward fingers from rubbing over my mound, inflaming me with a sudden rush of passion. I scooted forward ever so slightly, and the tablecloth fell over my lap.
“I wanna get one of those, but I don’t know if I can,” said Caroline. “They’re expensive. With the wedding to plan, I don’t think we can afford it.”
“Don’t worry about it. Your father and I will take care of it,” my stepmother, Lillian said.
I hadn’t a clue what the conversation was about, because my seeking fingers had slid into my panties. A finger toyed with my clit, rubbing over the little nub in sinuous strokes. I glanced into my plate, and the mashed potatoes swam before my eyes. What I really saw was Jack Wyatt staring at me with a hungry, appreciative look. I imagined him pulling my dress off my shoulders and undoing my bra. His warm hands touched my starved skin, feeling the weight of my mounds in the palms of his hands. I wanted to close my eyes and give in to the feelings that were developing, but I couldn’t. It was a struggle to keep my lids open.
“Maybe Tuscany is where you wanna go for the honeymoon. Professor Doling has a house there. You could stay with him for free,” said Lillian.
I looked up and met Jack’s inquisitive gaze. There wasn’t a part of me that hadn’t tensed with arousal. The look in his eyes spurred me on, as I imagined him being the one touching me, fingering my hole. I spread my legs and drove in deeper.
“I thought Venice, actually. I don’t know if I want to stay with some crusty old professor on our honeymoon.”
“You’ve plenty of time to decide where you’re going, my dear,” said grandma. “You could take a cruise if you wanted to.”
This sent Aunt Ester into a tirade, because she had been on a disastrous voyage a year ago where the boiler room had flooded and ruined their vacation. None of this mattered to me. My body had begun humming a sweet tune filled with erotic goodness, all the while, my finger thrust into me, over and over. My wetness dripped onto the cushion beneath my ass.
It occurred to me that someone might perceive my actions. In my current state of lust, I didn’t care in the least, and, furthermore, I was nearing the glorious finish that shone up ahead like a glaring beacon. In other words, I was too far-gone to give a damn. In the seconds that followed, I realized it was my right arm’s movements that had, indeed, given me away.
It wasn’t grandma or Aunt Ester or daddy or Caroline who had perceived me. It was Jack. There was a light of awareness in his gaze, as he stared at where my arm was and how it shook, ever so slightly. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. While the others talked and laughed, I inched closer to climax, all under the watchful eyes of a stranger.
“But then we wouldn’t be able to be here with you guys,” objected Caroline. There was a nasally tone to her voice.
“Come back when you’re done house hunting,” said Lillian.
“Or when Jack’s finished with his presentation,” said daddy.
I was gone. I’d drifted into the realm of pleasure, and the only escape was the heady sensation of release that teased me, propelling me onward. I should have been mortified by my behavior. I was masturbating at the dinner table! What was wrong with me?
“Isn’t that right, Jack?” inquired grandma.
“Huh? Oh, yes. Of course.” He seemed distracted as well.
Daddy told a joke, and everyone laughed heartily right at the moment when the first onslaught hit me. My head fell back, and I moaned, shuddering out of control. My stomach clenched and pulsed with the overriding joy of what I had just done to myself.
“Maya, are you alright?” asked Caroline. Her overly plucked eyebrows had drawn together.
Mortified, I sat up straight. “Um…yeah…my stomach aches...sorta.”
“You don’t think the meat’s gone bad, do you?” Aunt Ester looked alarmed.
My face and neck felt heated. I was horrified that I might be flushed and blotchy. Jack’s gaze lingered on me, knowingly and inquisitive. The edges of his lips had turned up in a slight smile.
“I think I’m gonna get an aspirin or somethin’.” I stood and dropped the napkin.
“If you need an antacid, they’re in the kitchen,” offered Lillian.
“Thanks.” I practically ran from the room.
Chapter Two
Later that night, I encountered Caroline in the upstairs hallway.
She appeared concerned. “Hey, are you okay? I never did get to talk to you after dinner.”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Ya sure? You looked all flushed and stuff.”
“Ah…well…it was nothin’.”
“There’s a notebook of wedding dresses you gotta look at. I marked the ones I really like. I wanna know your opinion.”
“Alright.”
I followed her to the bedroom, where Jack sat on the bed with a computer in his lap. He looked startled, yet delighted, to see me.
“I want Maya to go through the dress book.” She pointed to the bed. “Check those out. I gotta wash my face. Lemme know which ones you like.” She headed for the bathroom. A second later, the sound of running water co
uld be heard.
Wearing a frilly white nightgown, I sat on the bed and stared at the object of my newly acquired fantasies. Happy little bubbles danced around in my stomach, which tickled delightfully.
“Have you recovered from dinner?”
I nodded.
“What was it? Indigestion?” He smiled slightly.
“Yep.” He didn’t believe me at all, I could tell. Those eyes were filled with amusement and…something else.
“Stomach bugs can be distracting, huh?”
I had to change the subject. “What’re you looking at?” I scooted closer and glanced at the web page. Images of sun kissed beaches and palm trees greeted me. “Are you going to Cancun?”
“Maybe.”
We were so close I could smell his cologne, which teased my senses and inflamed me even more. I stared at him, trapped in the magic of that long, stolen moment. My focus shifted to his mouth. Those lips looked entirely too inviting, especially the plump lower lip, which I desperately wanted to nibble on.
He closed the laptop, breaking the spell. “How old are you, Maya?”
“Eighteen.”
“Are you in college?”
“Not yet.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
I shook my head.
Caroline’s cell phone blared suddenly, breaking the spell. My stepsister breezed into the room. “Shit. That’s probably Amy.” She noted the closed notebook on the bed. “Hey, you better check those dresses out. Don’t make me beat you.” She flipped her phone open. “Hey you! How are ya?” She returned to the bathroom.
An inner seductress suddenly had her hooks in me, as I threw a leg over his lap, and sat on him, surprising us both. I couldn’t help myself! Was it my fault that he was so adorable?
“You’re gonna get me into trouble,” he murmured.
“I…sorry.”
“Are you always this friendly?”
“No.”
He smiled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a naughty stepsister.”
I squirmed over him, feeling the progressively hardening bulge beneath me. “I like you,” I whispered, amazed at my boldness.
“That’s rather obvious.”
I focused on his lips, while his cock twitched under my ass.
His hands were suddenly around my midsection, warm and firm. “You better get off, honey. I’ll be in a world of shit if Caroline sees this.”
But, it was too late. She’d returned. “What’re you doing, Maya?” Shock registered on her face.
I jumped, and slid from his lap. “Um…nothing.”
Her hands went to her hips, and her mouth fell open. “That didn’t look like nothing. Jack?”
“She just sat on me.”
“Could I have a talk with you, Maya, please?”
Oh, crap. But you knew you would get in trouble, didn’t you? Yet you behaved like a naughty girl.
I followed Caroline into the bathroom, where she turned on me with a stern expression. “What’s going on? Did he make a pass at you?”
“No! It was like he said. I sat on him.” I lowered my head in shame.
“Why’d you do that?”
“He’s cute.”
“Are you crazy?” She looked pissed. The frown lines between her eyes were prominent. “What the fuck, Maya?”
“I’m sorry.”
“What’s going on? I haven’t seen you in two years and you turn into a slut?”
“I’m not a slut.”
“Why’d you do that?”
I shrugged. “I dunno.”
“That’s a lousy excuse.”
“Sorry.”
Her fingers threaded through her hair. “Ugh! I don’t know whether to smack you or what.”
“I won’t do it again.”
“What exactly were you thinking? I mean, you’ve got some balls making a move on another woman’s man while she’s in the next room!”
Tears welled in my eyes. “I…don’t know what I was thinking. He’s just so cute. I don’t find that many people appealing and…he’s cute,” I finished lamely.
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, look, I’ll forget about what just happened, but you better watch it. It’s not cool to pounce on somebody’s fiancé. Kapeesh?”
“I’m sorry.”
She hugged me. “You’re a pain in my ass.”
“I’m so jealous,” I mumbled. “He’s sooo…”
“Cute?”
“Yeah.”
She drew away from me. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
I shrugged.
“You will soon, I’m sure. You’re a pretty girl.” She pointed a finger at me. “Just keep your hands off my man.”
“I will.”
“You can look at the dress book tomorrow, okay?”
I nodded.
She smacked my ass. “Now head out. Go to bed!”
I hurried from the bathroom, feeling wretched. I didn’t even glance at Jack as I reached the door. I closed it behind me, almost. I stood listening, wondering what Caroline would say to him.
“What happened?” he asked.
“The hell if I know. She thinks you’re cute.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t look like that, asshole. This isn’t funny.”
“Can we invite her back in to sit on me some more?”
“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”
Would he mention my behavior at dinner? I held my breath with my hand on the doorknob.
“She needs a boyfriend,” said Caroline.
“I think so.”
“What did she say to you? Did she come on to you?”
He sighed. “She’s young. She’s curious.”
“You got a boner, didn’t you?”
“I plead the fifth.” He chuckled, “Aw, come on. You know I love you, honey. Don’t pout.”
“You’ll tell me if she does something like that again, won’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
I walked away at that point and went to bed. I lay there staring unhappily at the ceiling, wishing Jack were next to me, touching me. I’d have to go to church now and confess. Ugh.
My life sucks.
Chapter Three
Sometime during the quiet hours of the night, my bed shifted. I rolled to my side and bit back a scream. Jack was sitting next to me!
“Oh!”
“I’m sorry I scared you.”
I was so thrilled to see him; I just about crawled out of my skin with excitement. “What’re you doing here?”
“That’s what I’ve been asking myself,” he muttered. “I can’t sleep. I’ve been debating for two hours about this. Shit.”
He couldn’t leave now. I scooted closer. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
“That’s the problem.”
“Please don’t leave.” I hated the hint of desperation in my voice. “You’ve come all this way.” I suddenly felt emboldened. “Why are you here, actually?”
A small table lamp was on across the room, partially illuminating us. I could see his features plainly. He looked torn.
“I…shit.” An inner debate of some magnitude seemed to be raging.
I saw an opening. “I think you’re cute. Do you think I’m cute?”
“What happened at dinner…it was probably the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Why did you do it? What were you thinking?”
“Omigod this is awkward.” I had the grace to blush. “I can’t believe I did that.” Being near him was absolutely thrilling. “I might’ve been thinking of you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I know...I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
“You’re so cute for an older guy.”
He coughed. “Thanks.” Amusement shone in his eyes.
“I get the tingles when I’m near you.”
“Maybe you’re coming down with something?”
I
giggled, “I don’t think so. I’ve never reacted like this to anyone before. I’m trying to figure it out. It’s weird.”
“It’s just attraction.”
“Do you feel it too?”
He sighed. “I know better than this; I really do.”
“What do you mean?”
“I shouldn’t be here.”
I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Please don’t go away. Stay for a little while.”
“You’re playing with fire, Maya. You’ve no idea what you’re doing, do you?”
I felt dampness in my panties. “Can’t we just kiss? What’s so wrong with making out a little?”
“That’s the fire you’re messin’ with.”
My nightgown was stifling me. I grabbed the bottom and hauled it over my head, exposing myself to him.
“Jesus Christ!”
“I’m hot.”
His gaze skimmed my chest. “Oh, wow.”
His interested appraisal fanned the flames of my desire and emboldened me. I inched closer.
“I knew this would happen. I knew you’d do this.” He spoke to himself, “That’s why you came here, asshole. You knew she wanted you. You knew she’d be available. Shit.”
“Can’t we have a little fun?”
Those warm, chocolate brown eyes were on me. “I’m not strong enough. I’m…a lousy fiancé. Caroline will kick me to the curb for this, as she should.”
I touched his face, which felt rough beneath my fingers. He had a day old beard. “Don’t you want to kiss me? Isn’t that why you came here?”
He stared intently. “I’m gonna go out on a limb, but you’re probably a virgin. Aren’t you?”
“Yes…but I hate it.”
“If we do this, we can’t tell anyone. Do you promise not to say anything? Can you keep a secret?”
“Can we stop talking now? I wanna make out so bad.”
“Jesus.”
I closed my mouth over him awkwardly. “I’m a lousy kisser. Sorry.”
He held my face. “Follow my lead,” he growled, as his mouth descended on mine.
I’d never been kissed before, and the sheer bliss of it had me moaning. He made love to my lips, seducing and enticing with gentle suckles. Strong hands encircled my back, and I found myself pressed against him. Every breath I took was filled with the intoxicating scent of him. Each contact of muscle against soft skin had me shivering and buzzing.