Overwhelmed

by Marita A. Hansen

  “No, he’s not,” I said, knowing Tom would say that. “He’s getting a contract done for me. He wouldn’t be doing that just for sex. It’ll cost him a lot of money, especially with a book tour.”

  Tom looked unconvinced. “He’ll make a move on you regardless. I didn’t want to say anything that night, but I noticed how he stared at you. It made me feel uncomfortable.”

  “Then why did you agree to the threesome?”

  “Because it was as much your night as mine, and it’s hard not to stare at you. But he was too intense. I don’t trust him.” He frowned. “And I didn’t like the threesome.”

  “You never said.”

  “I didn’t want to make you feel bad, and I agreed to it, so I shouldn’t complain.”

  “I felt weird about it.”

  “But, you did want it, didn’t you?”

  “It just happened, one thing led to another. I felt scared; I didn’t know what to think.”

  He sat up. “You don’t regret it, do you? I only did it because I thought you wanted it.”

  “I’m not sure. Sometimes I regret it, other times it’s fine. But one thing that I’m happy about was that you were there. You made me feel good.”

  He smiled. “I did like you sucking my cock, just wished that the cock behind you fucked some pommy cunt instead.” He started imitating Eric’s accent. “Oh, I must say, I do love to get dressed up and spanked by my nanny.”

  I laughed.

  His smile dropped. “If you think he’s genuine, then go to this thing, but if he makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, leave.”

  “You sure you’re okay with this?”

  “Yes. I may not trust him, but I trust you, just don’t go into any rooms alone with him. Again, I want you to feel safe, and don’t let him railroad you into anything. This publishing contract isn’t everything.”

  “It is to me.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant you could go elsewhere if you don’t like the contract. Let’s not get excited until you see what it says.”

  I nodded, worried that he was right.

  Tom touched my chin. “Smile.”

  I forced a smile.

  “That’s not a real smile.” He pushed me onto my back and started tickling me. I yelled out for him to stop, wriggling about underneath him. He stopped tickling me and planted a hard kiss on my lips, taking my breath away.

  I kissed him back, all thought of Eric gone.

  14

  TOM

  PAST

  Kelly’s parents hadn’t said a word about catching me with my hand up her skirt. Regardless, she still chickened out on asking whether she could visit my dad and his family. Not one to give up so easily, I kept pestering her about it. She finally caved in a month later and asked her parents, who, to her surprise¸ said yes. Though, I knew the only reason they approved was because we were staying with my father. They just didn’t realise that he was nothing like them. That was the thing with the Boticas: they assumed other parents were as strict as they were. But my dad didn’t care if I slept in the same bed as a girl, just as long as it wasn’t his friend’s wife.

  I placed a hand on Kelly’s lap, really hoping that this weekend went well. We were sitting on a ferry, watching as Kawau Island drew closer. I had lived here for a year after my mother packaged me off to my father, which worked out good until I ruined things by fucking Mrs. Andrews. So it was back to my mother’s with my tail between my legs, promising that I would finish my schooling and stay out of trouble.

  I focused on Kelly, knowing she was the real reason why I was passing school. She calmed me down, made me want to do good, and if it wasn’t for her, I knew I would be doing the same old thing: skipping school and shagging as many girls as I could.

  She continued to click her camera, looking happy. I truly loved her, loved everything about her, from her sweet wide-eyed innocence to her hot looks. She was so different from the other girls, not always expecting things from me. She was also easy to get on with, and never complained about me not spending every second of the day with her—like Jessika had. I hadn’t even gone out with that bunny boiler, just fucked her, and there was no way I was going to return her calls, especially since all I wanted was Kelly.

  I desperately wanted her.

  I’d progressed from kissing to touching her. She’d even taken her top off for me, pushing my face into her tits. And fuck me, if they weren’t the biggest and most gorgeous tits I’d ever had the pleasure to have my face pushed into. I still hadn’t had sex with her though, the female giving me a serious case of blue-balls. Ever since I’d started fucking, I could get pussy easy, but I didn’t want to push Kelly. Instead, I wanted her to want it as much as I did, which I kind of hoped this weekend could help with, especially since we’d be sharing the same bed.

  The captain docked by the wharf. I stood up and followed Kelly and Dillon off the boat and up the wharf, my best friend having insisted on coming with us. I didn’t mind, and even better, it meant that there was no room in the house for me and Kelly: another excuse to use the cabin.

  A voice called out my name. I looked over my shoulder at a small boat by the wharf, the ferry now gone. My father was inside it, waving at me. “My dad’s here,” I said to Kelly and Dillon.

  We headed over to my father. Dillon got into the boat first, my mate having no manners. I helped Kelly in next, then climbed in after her.

  My father held out a hand for Kelly to shake, his smile telling me he approved of her. “Hello, I’m Tom’s dad, but you can call me Bob.”

  Kelly shook his hand, saying “Hi” back. After a bit of small talk, he started up the engine and took us to the part of the island where his house was situated. He moored the boat to the tiny wharf, ushering us off. We walked down the walkway and onto the sandy beach. Squealing welcomed us, my half-siblings running on their stumpy little legs to get to us. My two-year-old sister ran straight for Kelly, latching onto her legs. Kelly moved the strap of her camera and picked her up. Melissa smiled, looking like the happiest little girl in the world.

  I picked up my three-year-old brother, who was jumping around me, trying to get the same treatment as his sister. We headed for the house, which I had helped my father build, something I was proud of. It had been the best time I’d ever had. It wasn’t a great structure, especially since my dad wasn’t a builder, but for my first house I thought I’d done a pretty damn good job of it. It was a two-storied wooden house on poles, the first storey left open, a place where my father stored his boats.

  We climbed the steps up to a flat area of lawn, where the second storey was. We entered through the main door, and into the lounge. Dillon pushed past me, instantly going to the room we usually shared. He treated my family like they were his own, because his father was a drunk who knocked him about, while his mum was always at work. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw her. My mum worked a lot too, but at least she tried to spend time with me and my other sister Anna.

  I put my little brother down on the couch and said hello to my stepmother as she came out of the kitchen. I introduced Maggie to Kelly, the two passing on pleasantries.

  I indicated to the door. “I want to show Kelly where we’re sleeping.”

  Maggie nodded and picked up my little sister, who was trying to climb Kelly’s legs.

  I grabbed Kelly’s bag as well as mine. “Let’s go.”

  She followed me outside, her voice sounding confused. “Where are you going?”

  I jumped down the steps. “To the cabin.”

  “But I thought we were staying with your dad,” she said, following me across the lawn.

  “It’s just over there.” I veered around a tree and opened the cabin door, dumping our bags on the bed, which took up most of the space.

  “Tom,” Kelly said. “There’s only one bed.”

  I smiled. “No kidding.”

  Comprehension crossed her face. Actually, it was already there, she just couldn’t ignore the obvious, my intent
ion of sharing a bed with her pretty clear. She crossed her arms over her chest, now looking annoyed. “You told my parents—”

  “I told them we will be staying with my dad; I just didn’t stipulate that it wasn’t in the same house.”

  She scowled at me, probably thinking I was doing it to get into her knickers.

  I pulled her into a hug. “Chill, babe, I’m not going to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to. If you’re not ready for sex I’ll respect that, but it doesn’t mean we can’t sleep in the same bed together, and you can moan to your heart’s content without worrying about my family hearing.”

  Pulling away from me, she glanced over her shoulder, probably worried that someone had heard me. But no one was there, just bushes, trees, and grass filling the space.

  She refocused on me. “Don’t say things like that so loud, your parents could’ve heard.”

  “My dad won’t care, he’ll laugh.”

  “I care,” she snapped, looking so damned cute.

  “Just chill, I’ve brought girlfriends here before and he didn’t blink.” My face dropped, hoping I didn’t put my foot in it. “Only a couple of girls, and they weren’t as good as you.”

  A smile broke through her scowl. “Don’t worry, I’m not jealous.”

  I breathed out. “You’re the first. My other girlfriends always got hyper jealous. Shit! I’m talking about them again. I better shut up. Still, you’re the best—”

  She grabbed my face and kissed me, cutting my words off. I smiled into the kiss, happy I was forgiven. She quickly pulled away from me and glanced over her shoulder, no doubt worried about getting caught kissing.

  “Let’s go and get some dinner,” I said.

  She followed me back inside the house. My little sister threw herself at Kelly as she entered the dining room. I just hoped Melissa wasn’t going to be like this the whole weekend, because I wanted Kelly to myself. I had planned to take her on some small hikes to the best beaches on the island, one of them a nudist one.

  We sat down at the table to a spread of steaming hot food. Dillon came out from his room, giving me a grin, his eyes flicking to Kelly. I could tell what he was thinking: that I was finally going to get lucky tonight. But if he so much as said anything, I would smack his mouth, because he had a habit of making Kelly feel uncomfortable. Yeah, I spoke my mind, but Dillon had no filter. Shit just flew out of his mouth, and was usually followed by a grin, which said, ‘Yeah, I said that. What are you going to do about it?’

  I gave him a look that said, ‘Shut it,’ which only made him grin wider. Luckily, he did shut it for the dinner, and even better, didn’t cause me any strife while we watched a film. My stepmother chattered a lot with Kelly, which was fine by me. I didn’t mind Maggie monopolising Kelly’s time right now, because I did want her to get to know my family, especially since I thought Kelly was a keeper, someone who I could see marrying. I didn’t like the idea of marriage, especially after my parents’ messy divorce, but Kelly was starting to change my mind.

  Melissa started crying, my baby sister probably tired, since it was almost nine. She didn’t normally stay up this late, but I guessed tonight was special.

  My stepmother pushed off the couch and picked up my little sister. “Say goodnight to Kelly.”

  Melissa stopped crying. “Goodnight, Keeley,” she said, her pronunciation of Kelly’s name cute.

  “Goodnight, sweetie,” Kelly replied, the endearment making me smile. She really did like her, something that made me feel good.

  I pushed to my feet. “I think we should go to bed too,” I said to Kelly.

  Dillon started sniggering.

  “To sleep, dipshit,” I snapped, not wanting him to scare Kelly.

  “Yeah, right, have a nice sleep.”

  Refraining from flicking him the finger, I headed outside with Kelly, using the moon to light our way to the cabin, the night having settled in a couple of hours ago. I pulled open the door for Kelly to enter. She stepped inside and climbed over the bed. I closed the door behind me as she slipped off her sandals, feeling excited to finally be alone with her. We’d had alone time before, but never for long, maybe an hour or two, but always with the risk of being interrupted.

  I slipped off my shirt, watching Kelly for her reaction. She wasn’t undressing, just sitting there, picking at her nails.

  I climbed onto the bed and ran a hand down her arm. “Chill, we’ve been alone before,” just not with this much freedom to have sex. But she didn’t need to know that, plus there was no way I would push her into it. As I said, she was a keeper and I just needed to be patient, no matter how much she was giving me blue-balls.

  She turned to me, looking like she didn’t know what to do.

  “Lie next to me,” I said.

  “I need to change into my nightie.”

  “Then change.”

  “Turn around.”

  “Why? I’ve seen you in togs.”

  “My underwear isn’t swimwear.”

  “So? I’ve seen your tits,” I smiled, unable to help myself, “and I’ve tasted them too.”

  A smile broke through her frown. It was an embarrassed one, but I’d take whatever I could get.

  I waved my hand. “Go on, change.”

  She leaned over and unzipped her bag, pulling out what looked like a giant T-shirt. She turned her back to me, and removed her shirt and bra, making my cock twitch. I couldn’t see her tits, but the anticipation of touching them was turning me on.

  She slipped her nightie on, then shimmied out of her shorts. I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her closer to me. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in the crook of my neck.

  I kissed the top of her head. “My family likes you, especially Melissa.”

  “She’s adorable, and so is your little brother. So cute.”

  I grinned. “Well, at least one of my sisters likes you. Anna still thinks you suck.”

  “She’s the one who sucks—at running.” Kelly laughed, making my chest hurt. Damn, I loved her.

  I took a hold of her chin and tilted it, so she was looking at me. “I love you.”

  Her expression softened. “I love you too.”

  I breathed out. There was no hesitation there like the last time, those words flowing smoothly from her beautiful lips.

  Her smile dropped. “What?”

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  Her smile returned, again making my chest hurt. I’d never felt like this for anyone before, didn’t think I could love someone this much. I knew she was special when I first saw her. I wasn’t usually soppy, unless I was drunk, but right now I was love drunk on her.

  I leaned forward and kissed her lips, wanting to drink her in even more. She kissed me back, not shying away at all, though I didn’t expect her to, because we’d kissed so many times before. I just wanted more.

  I grabbed one of her tits, making her moan. She LOVED them being touched, something I hadn’t even instigated. I smiled into her kiss, remembering the time her parents were out, not the infamous hand in knickers incident, but another time. We’d been alone in her house, making out on the couch. Wanting to get a bit more handsy, I’d gotten up and went to close the curtains. When I turned back, she’d taken off her bra and top, almost making me come on the spot. After I’d gotten over the shock, I’d raced over and stuck my face into them. They were so big and...

  I let go of her tit and grabbed the bottom of her nightie. I lifted it up, leaving her exposed from the breasts down, only her knickers remaining.

  “Tom—”

  I cut off her words as I latched onto one of her tits, totally going to town on it. She gasped and arched up, giving me permission to suckle to my heart’s content. I grabbed both of those beauties and pushed them together, trying to get both nipples into my mouth. She moaned louder and placed a hand on my head. My cock began to ache, which only encouraged me to suck harder, getting lost in the intense pleasure of her ti
ts. She started muttering, “Yes,” which made my cock go from aching to hurting.

  I let go of her tits and went to pull her nightie over her head. She grabbed it, her face now scared.

  “It’s getting in the way,” I said.

  “I—” She stopped talking, giving me a nod of approval.

  Eager as hell to get her naked, I slipped her nightie off and threw it to the side. I then latched back onto her tits and began sucking them like there was no tomorrow. She put her hands back on my head and arched up again. I snuck a hand down her knickers, burrowing into them. She gasped as I pushed a finger inside her pussy. I started to frig her, making her pant, the sound unbearable, my cock desperately needing to be inside of her. I pulled my finger out and grabbed her knickers, yanking them over her arse.

  She stopped pushing her tits into my face and grabbed my wrist. “Tom!”

  I looked up at her. “I’ll keep my shorts on to make you feel more comfortable.”

  She pulled a face, then a single tear broke free, making me go still.

  “I won’t hurt you,” I said, feeling bad for upsetting her.

  “I’m just scared. I can’t have sex.”

  “I said I’ll keep my shorts on.”

  “But, I’ll be naked.”

  “I just want to kiss you all over, and I would never hurt you.”

  She started crying.

  “Don’t do that,” I said, feeling my chest ache again, but in a bad way. I pushed up and kissed her cheeks, not wanting there to be any tears. This time with her was special to me, and I wanted it to be special for her too.

  “I’m scared,” she repeated.

  “I know, and I promise I won’t pressure you into sex. I just want to kiss and touch your body. It’s beautiful.”

  She let out a shaky breath, looking uncertain.

  “Please,” I asked.

  She stared at me for a few awkward moments, then nodded, making me smile. I moved down her again, sliding her knickers off. Her hand instantly went to her pussy, covering it. I shifted her hand aside and stared down at it, fucking aching to be inside of her. She let out a shuddering sob, making me look up at her face. She truly looked terrified. I moved up her body and kissed her, wanting her to relax. She remained stiff underneath me. I continued to kiss her, willing to keep doing it until she felt comfortable. After a minute or two, she finally relaxed, kissing me back with passion. I took it as a green light to start working my way back down to her pussy, but gradually, so I didn’t scare her.