by Mia Carson
“Yes, definitely. I just gotta get my toolkit.”
“Your father is still sleeping, but I made you some toast,” she said with a smile. “He will be joining us a bit later today.”
“All right, sounds great.”
I grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it in my mouth. Emma was such a good cook that she could make even toast taste great. My toolbox was near the garage door where I last left it. I picked it up and followed Emma out of the house and into the sun.
My mother loved Victorian houses, and I must have inherited her appreciation because I thought the bed and breakfast was beautiful. It was a large, sunny building painted a pale, creamy yellow. Inside, each room had magnificent crown moldings. Almost every room had a fireplace. There was a grand staircase near the entrance, and Emma had recently furnished the old building with period-appropriate furniture.
Emma also liked Victorian houses. I wondered if Amy did. I would be fixing the shower today in one of the largest suites on the third floor. Emma was going to continue dusting everything, getting the house ready for the ceremony in a couple of weeks, followed by the grand opening of the bed and breakfast itself.
My phone buzzed.
Ryan: I heard you got laid.
Ashton: What? We just hung out.
Ryan: That’s not what Jen is telling everyone.
Ashton: I mean, I wanted to, but I had to deal with family drama.
This was a partial lie, but I didn’t understand why Jen was telling people untrue shit.
Ryan: LOL. Sure buddy. You around to play cards later?
Ashton: Yeah, maybe. If I get this done.
I grumbled to myself. Jen was starting drama. I hoped Amy didn’t see any of this. I was nervous to shoot her a text because she needed to sleep but worried she might wake up before I got home.
I parted ways with Emma, who had her dusting supplies out, and wandered up the staircase. The suite on the third floor was also pretty great. It had a room big enough for the bed, and adjoining it was a study. Just off of the bedroom was the bathroom, which had a Jacuzzi and a shower. These things were additions to the old house, of course, additions that I would have been able to put in for a lot cheaper than the company my dad had just paid.
I sighed to myself. Sometimes, he just didn’t think I was reliable. Some part of me knew he was right, but I really wished I could have helped him with this.
The shower was dripping again. Something was loose. Those goons hadn’t done a good job. Maybe this would teach my dad about having idiots do his plumbing. I set my tools down. The afternoon crept in, and the world outside woke up. I could hear kids playing and cars rolling up and down the driveway. I heard small footsteps behind me. I turned around. Amy. I nearly dropped my screwdriver.
“Amy!” I gasped.
She stood there, her hands on her hips, looking indignant. She pointed to her phone. Jen had sent her a private message. “She thanked me for not minding if you guys were screwing in the next room.”
“It’s not true,” I said, shaking my head. I stood up, excited to see her but also nervous about the backlash. “We kissed, but nothing else happened,” I assured her.
Amy looked a bit relieved. “I mean, I did think it was weird she would tell me something like that. She barely knows me. What other motive could she have?”
“What are you doing here?” I pressed.
“I came over with Gary. He and my mom are leaving to go to town and get stuff for lunch. They shouldn’t be back for at least forty minutes.”
“Nice.” I said. “I am pretty hungr—“
Before I could finish my sentence, she had pressed me against the shower with her tiny body and kissed me.
I returned her kiss, taken by surprise but loving every minute of it. She was always so well-mannered; this was definitely a fun shock.
Amy
I’d woken up that morning wanting him by my side. He thought I wanted to fuck because I was vulnerable last night, but he’d awoken a sex-hungry part of me. As soon as I’d read that message from Jen, I was filled with this primal urge to mark my territory. Not only that, but I was horny, and he’d been walking around wearing his mechanic’s clothes, and he looked so hot. This was one of only a few times we would be alone, so I wanted to let go. I wanted to feel him.
I pushed him against the shower, and he wrapped his arms around me, parting his mouth in surprise. I had never been so hungry for someone, and I had never known what it was like to want to take what I knew in my heart was mine.
He accepted my kiss, and then deepened it. He tightened his hold on me, drawing me closer, our bodies crashing together like symbiotic waves. I unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt, revealing my perky nipples. He alternated between biting my neck and nibbling on my nipples, which were erect from the cold and my arousal.
He took me by the hand, walked out to the bedroom, and I followed him. He locked the door to the main bedroom and pushed me roughly onto the bed. I gasped in surprise and giggled. The bed and I were so soft, and he was so hard and rough. The contrast was incredibly erotic.
“Shhh,” he said playfully, “we don’t want our parents to come back and hear us, now do we?”
I shook my head, smiling into his kiss. He continued to nip at my neck, and I raked my hands up and down his back. He unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my lithe, toned body. I had picked out my black bra and panties today, deciding to be dark and daring. He looked at my under attire and moaned in appreciation. He kissed my stomach with his rough mouth, then pulled off my short denim skirt and kissed up and down my thighs.
“That feels so good,” I said, moaning softly as he nipped at my delicate skin.
“Yeah?” he breathed. “Just wait.”
He pulled my panties roughly to the side and began licking me, catching my clit between his lips and sucking. I arched my hips to meet his hungry mouth. It was white hot, and every single lap or lick of his tongue felt like absolute heaven.
He tried to keep me still, and I tried my best to stay quiet, knowing very well that our parents could come back sooner than anticipated. I never was good at planning things, but I wanted to be with him so badly that most of my cares faded into thoughts of red-hot sex.
He circled my clit expertly with his tongue. I writhed in appreciation. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
He increased his pace in response. I felt the familiar tingle of orgasm as the walls of my pussy began to tighten. He kept up a steady pace, and I totally lost it, my head moving back and forth. I came hard. Waves of pleasure made me lose control of my voice and my hands. I yelled and pushed his head closer to me. He kissed my thighs as I came, and he began to lap up my juices.
“Fuck!” I cried. I panted, catching my breath. I never knew something could feel so good. Sex was getting better and better! “You’re an orgasm magician,” I teased.
He laughed and kissed me again. I could taste some of my fluids on him, surprisingly sweet. I helped him remove his shirt to reveal his toned, tanned body. I ran my hands over his muscles in appreciation, admiring his tattoos. His erection was hard, hidden beneath his pants.
“Your turn,” I said playfully.
I’d never wanted to go down on anyone as much as him. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his big, hard cock out, which was already dripping with his anticipation. I looked up at him and pulled the head into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. I was glad I had worn my cherry lip-gloss today, because it tasted great mixed with his pre-cum. He scooped up some of my hair gently in his hand. He closed his eyes and arched his back in appreciation.
“Good girl,” he said, his breathing becoming more ragged by the minute.
I tried to take him into my throat, but I instantly gagged. When I pulled him out, a thin strand of saliva followed and dribbled down my chin. I licked it up shyly.
“That’s so hot,” he encouraged.
I put him back in my mouth again, enjoying the salty, cherry taste.
I never knew that sucking a cock could be this enjoyable. I savored every one of his reactions. I took his hand gently in mine and squeezed it. He squeezed back, and I smiled against his member.
He pulled my head away. The look in his eyes was feral and hungry again. He spread my legs with his knee and scooted his pants off the rest of the way.
“Get ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before,” he growled.
“Yes, please,” I begged. I wanted to feel him inside me again.
All of the sex-ed information I had learned went out the window. I didn’t care if he wasn’t wearing a condom. I didn’t care about the risk. Right now, I just wanted him inside of me—every inch of him.
He wasted no time entering me, and I gasped in surprise. It still hurt a bit, but the pain and pleasure melded pleasantly together. I looked at him, wide eyed; his eyes were closed again as if the intense feeling was consuming him. I loved it when he looked helpless like that. I loved that my body could reduce him to such a state when he was normally so big and strong.
He slid himself completely inside me, and for a moment, froze. I savored the sensation, wrapping my legs around him. He was able to push in deeper, and he began to pound furiously. Every time he slid in and out, I moaned, bucking my hips against him.
Eventually, all of the discomfort disappeared, becoming pure ecstasy. Girls often told me their first and second times were shit, but I was happy to not have had that experience. Ashton was an expert in bed. I tried matching his rhythm with his hips, and we kissed gently, like we were doing some kind of a wild dance.
I loved being with him like this. It felt like being one body with one goal—orgasm. No wonder people said sex was so intimate.
“Get on top. Ride me. It feels great, I promise,” he rasped.
He stood up, holding me with him still inside me. I laughed in surprise, holding onto his shoulders for support. He lay down on the bed, and I was now on top of him. He was able to enter me even deeper now, and I moaned in surprise.
Shit. That does feel good.
I began bouncing timidly up and down, watching as my breasts bounced. I exhaled sharply, steadying my hands on his shoulders. He helped support my hips as I bounced and grinded on him, my wetness dripping down his balls.
“Oh God, this is so good.”
“Told you. Girls dig being on top,” he said through his moans.
I began working him even harder, getting close to that unique orgasm again, the kind that almost felt like touching my clit but was deeper and more internal.
“I think I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded.
He began fucking me harder, and this only increased my pleasure. I continued to ride him, harder and harder, the room getting fuzzier and fuzzier. The orgasm took me by surprise, and I shook with it, surrendering. I fell gently on top of him as I came, and he continued to pound me, intensifying the orgasm. He didn’t stop.
I gasped for air, sweat beading on my forehead. He was sweating too, but he still didn’t stop. I felt another orgasm begin to build. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come again.”
“Good. Come,” he demanded.
His words sent me over the edge, and I had another incredible orgasm, losing track of where I was and everything else in the intense pleasure of each contraction of my pussy.
I was too weak to continue. Ash rolled me over so he was now on top. He lost it, pounding me as hard as he could. I couldn’t believe it, but another orgasm was starting to take hold of me.
I came one last time, and this sent Ash over the edge. He pulled gently out of me and began to stroke himself on me. I stumbled to my knees, wrapped my hand around his cock, and began jerking him off into my mouth. I wanted to taste him.
He groaned loudly, growling as his cum filled my mouth. He tasted salty, and his jizz was creamy. I lapped all of it hungrily, some of it dribbling down my cheeks. I swallowed it quickly as his cock began to soften in my mouth.
We were both shaking from the intensity of our pleasure. Ashton lay next to me, and I crawled into his arms, not able to speak because I was still catching my breath. As we lay, comfortable and sated, someone knocked on the door.
“Ash?” I heard my mom say.
“Shit,” Ash whispered. He sat up and cleared his throat. “Hold on.”
He threw his clothes back on while I ran for the closet. I closed it behind me so I could only peek through. He smoothed the bed and opened the door.
“Your father and I just brought back lunch for us,” she informed him. “You look out of breath.”
“Yeah. Working hard.”
“Have you seen Amy? She’s here, too.”
“Yeah, she went down the street to the corner store to grab some cough medicine. Said her allergies are acting up here,” he lied.
“Ah!” my mother said. I was so glad she was oblivious sometimes. “Well, text her for me and let her know that we are back.”
“Will do!” Ash said.
I heard my mother walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Ash motioned me to come out, and I searched for my clothes. He had kicked them under the bed. “Nice,” I said sarcastically. I put my clothes on quickly, my legs still a bit weak from the great sex.
“That was such a close one,” I whispered.
“I know. Thank God she didn’t hear us.”
“What do I do? They think I’m outside.”
“No problem. See that door? That’s an exit. Most Victorian houses have a lot of stairways. Just make your way down. I’ll distract our parents while you pretend to open and close the downstairs door. I’ll text you when to do it,” he said.
I nodded. He was so great at getting away with shit!
“Don’t forget your purse and phone,” he said, giving me both.
He left me by myself, and I quietly opened the exit door. True to his word, there was a dark stairway. I waited for a bit before hearing his deep voice mixed in with my parents.
Ashton: Come down.
I scurried down the stairs. The stairway led me straight to the front entrance. I couldn’t see our parents or Ash, so they were probably in the dining room. I opened and closed the front door of the house to make it seem like I had walked in and strutted over to them.
“Hi, hon! Wish you would have told me about the allergies. We were just at the store,” Mom said.
“No problem. I liked walking. Taking a break from the dusting, you know?”
On the table was an array of cold-cuts and chips. I was starving. We grabbed our food and sat at the table, at first a bit too close together. I made it a point to distance myself from them. I hoped my mother didn’t notice, but when I looked up, I saw a slightly puzzled expression on her face. Did she suspect something? How come she couldn’t always be oblivious?
I cleared my throat and said, “New York was great last night.”
“Yeah, Ash said he went with you after,” Gary said.
“We checked out Times Square and had a blast,” Ash lied.
I had never lied so much in my entire life. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not, but the alternative was worse.
I can’t let my mom find out I am fooling around with Ash, I thought, scolding myself. I stuffed my mouth full of food, trying to give myself a good reason not to talk. Ash went on and on about how the mechanics did a shitty job in the bathroom.
As I watched him talking, I was filled with admiration. He was such an impressive man, great in bed and great at fixing things. A warm feeling came over me, one I’d never felt before. It was a mixture of tenderness and arousal. I realized I might be in love with him. This wasn’t good.
I looked down at my wrist, which was still a bit sore from that asshole at the bar. Love hurt, and the things you did for it hurt even more.
Amy
My mother looked beautiful. Her hair was done up in curls, and she wore an elegant white wedding dress I helped her pick out. The top was embroidered with
rhinestones and lace, and the back of it was so long she needed two flower girls to carry it. My little cousins were those flower girls, their cheeks rosy and eyes hopeful.
“When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of getting married,” I said to Sarah, who sat next to me. She’d come down for the wedding, and I was so grateful to have her here.
“Me too,” she said, giggling.
Sarah also looked beautiful. She wore a pale blue dress, and her hair was curled. I had straightened my hair and wore one of the pink bridesmaids outfits my mom picked out for me.
The bed and breakfast was dressed up, too. Ash and I had spent hours decorating it with pink ribbons and lace. Well, it only took hours because we spent so much time having sex in between. We didn’t only volunteer to do it because we cared; we knew it would be one of the few times we could be alone together.
I tried not to think about anything but the wedding. Ash and I were living moment to moment, and we tried to ignore the impossible.
Gary looked gallant and handsome. He waited nervously for my mother, who walked slowly to the altar. A kindly looking and slightly bald priest began muttering. I couldn’t hear him because I was too busy noticing Ash. He sat not far away from Gary, and he looked so hot. He wore a black suit with a red bow tie for some pizazz. His hair was shaved now, and it made his sharp bone structure stick out even more.
My heart raced. For a moment, I pictured standing at that altar with Ash, looking deeply into his eyes. My heart sank. That would never happen. I looked back at our parents, who were finishing their vows. The room erupted with clapping and cheers. I smiled brightly, enjoying how happy my mom was. I hadn’t seen her quite this happy since she was with Dad, and I was glad I felt more comfortable about everything. I was also glad she had the wedding to distract her from Ash and me. I was so paranoid that she suspected something weird was going on.
Everyone moved into the backyard, where we were having a huge wedding barbecue. People began crowding underneath the tents, and the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers filled the air. A DJ played rock music, and waitresses in crisp white uniforms handed out cups of soda and wine.