“I suppose you want to know if the rumors are true,” I burst out a second later.
I realized that I did want to talk about it, after all. He had been very polite in not asking, which was surprising, since he was quite arrogant otherwise, as football stars are.
“Only if you feel like talking about it,” he replied.
I swallowed a sip of champagne and saw my mother standing in the doorway. She was giving me the look. “Engage with the people, Tara,” she always said. “This is the life we’ve chosen to lead.”
“I guess we should go inside,” I prompted and sighed.
“How about a dance?” he asked as he took hold of my hand.
“Brilliant idea!” I replied.
We headed towards the area the DJ was set up in and joined the other young and old revelers. At least we were inside and with the people, I thought. It was easier to ignore the occasional glances when I was dancing.
***
The evening wore on and a few hours later I watched my father in the kitchen. A group of men and women were gathered around him. My mother was beside him, where she always was. Her hair was neatly pinned back and her off-the-shoulder navy blue evening gown fitted snuggly into her waist. She always looked good.
I sighed. When the volume of their discussion became rowdy, my mother reached over and laced her arm through my father’s. She was showing her support. How could she still support him after all he did, I thought and turned away.
Jeremy appeared next to me.
“Want to blow this joint?” he asked and winked at me.
I giggled nervously. I had never done anything like that. My parents would be really mad, but who cared what they thought now. I looked back at them.
“How’s it going to look if I go off with you?” I said and frowned.
I was always the good girl and always did the right thing.
“Who cares?” Jeremy replied, “He’s got a mistress and a bastard!”
I nodded. Decision made. I showed him out the laundry room door a minute later and followed closely behind.
“There’s somewhere I want to show you,” Jeremy said, as he opened the door to his dark grey Chevy Camaro.
I still couldn’t believe I was ditching the dinner party, as I looked back at my parent’s two-story mansion. We pulled out of the drive and sped through the neighborhood. I clung to the sides of the leather seats as we rounded the corner. After ten minutes, he stopped and parked.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
My parents had wanted me to study there, but I had insisted on being further away. Ohio State University, the sign read.
“Trust me,” he said.
He took hold of my hand and led me through the dimly lit walkways. Then I saw the reflection of the lights and trees on the water.
“Mirror lake!” I said and laughed.
Since it was holiday time, the campus was deserted.
The fountain suddenly sprang up in the middle of the lake, reached up into the sky then fell back into the water. Jeremy offered me his jacket to sit on and I sat down next to him. He reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved something. I looked over at him.
“Here’s your chance to be a real bad girl!” he joked.
He lit it. I stared at the glowing end and waved my hand in front of my face.
“Come on, you’ve got to have a drag at least,” he said.
I looked around and didn’t see anybody. I leaned closer and reached up my hand.
Chapter 2
A loud banging interrupted my dreams.
“Who is it?” I groaned at my bedroom door.
My head felt heavy and my mouth dry. The door opened and in stormed my father, flapping an open newspaper in his hands.
“Have you seen this?” he bellowed.
He held the front page open.
“Senator’s daughter, a pot-head!” the headline read.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he continued.
“Wha-what?” I replied.
I leaned closer to the picture below the headline. It was a very distant image of me and Jeremy by the lake. I couldn’t even see anything in either of our hands.
“Smoking pot, Tara,” he said, “Do you know what damage this does to my re-election!”
I sat up in bed and looked down at the bedspread.
“Sor-” I began to apologize.
“How could you be so selfish!” he accused.
Then I changed my tune.
“How could I be so selfish?” I said, raising my voice too. “What about you and your bastard child!”
My father’s eyes narrowed. He crumpled up the newspaper, threw it in the corner of my room and stormed out again. I stared at the door. That was the first time I’d stood up to him and it felt good. Why should I have to always be the good girl when it’s okay for him to go around sleeping with other women!
I was glad the headline was printed! It felt good to get back at him. I reached for my mobile.
“Seen the headlines? Lol. Would luv to c u again!”
A second later a message bleeped back. I picked my mobile up quickly.
“Yes, u bad, bad girl! Let’s hook up Friday nite!”
I read the message again. Bad girl. I liked the sound of that. I had played the good girl for so many years, for my father’s sake. He wasn’t thinking about my mother and me when he had an affair, so why should I think about him and his re-election now.
***
That Friday I met Jeremy at the same spot where we’d got in trouble the first time. There was a night club on the campus that raged during term and in the holidays. They always had drinks specials on and that night was no exception. Luckily it wasn’t quite as crowded as term time, but it still took me a few minutes to spot Jeremy in the crowd of student faces. He waved when he saw me.
I couldn’t believe I was hanging out with a star football player!
“Tara!” he shouted over the music.
I pushed through the throng by the bar and wedged myself next to him.
“Hi!” I said.
He looked me up and down. “Whoa! Looking good!”
I had bought the dress that morning and had never worn anything like it before. It was light blue, tight-fitting, had a low back with cross-over straps and I had to keep pulling it down over my thighs.
I giggled. “Thanks!”
“You definitely don’t look like a good girl anymore,” a guy next to him interjected.
I frowned.
“Oh this is my friend Jake,” Jeremy said.
“Hi Jake,” I replied, nodding my head in his direction. “No, I’m done with being the good girl!”
I tugged on the seam of my dress again. Both guys laughed.
“Can I get you a drink?” Jake asked.
“Thanks,” I replied, “I’ll have a Caramel Apple!”
I loved the sweet and sour combination in my mouth and after a second round, I began to relax. Jake called me over to the crowded dance floor and I joined him. I thought Jeremy would have been the animal on the dance floor. The music pumped out of the speakers and the bass pulsed through my body. Half an hour later, we returned to the table and Jeremy bought us another round of drinks.
“Cheers,” he said, “to the good girl gone bad!”
I laughed and clinked my glass against their beer glasses.
“How much of a bad girl are you really though?” Jake joked.
I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows. I wasn’t one to turn down a dare, ever!
I stood up.
“Why don’t I show you?” I said.
I beckoned for both of them to follow me and headed in the direction of the unisex bathrooms.
I pushed open an empty cubicle on the far left side and pulled them both inside. The cubicle fitted all three of us comfortably. I leaned closer to Jeremy and pressed my lips against his. I could see Jake’s green eyes opening wide. I took hold of his hand and put it on my firm rear.
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��s hand ran over the curve of my waist and around my hip. He pulled me closer and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth. I moved over to Jake and sought his soft lips. He kissed differently to Jeremy. He was more tender and sensual.
“Okay,” Jeremy said, “Maybe she’s not just miss goody-two-shoes!”
He squeezed my butt and I laughed.
“Exactly!” I said.
I grabbed Jakes’ belt, undid it and pulled his pants down to his thighs.
“Whoa!” he said, but didn’t try to stop me.
He was going commando.
I took hold of his ready member in my hand and ran up and down his shaft. I bent my knees and brought my mouth to his swollen head. In a few seconds Jake was groaning. Though I had only had sex four times, I knew how to give good head.
As my mouth slid up and down, moistening his shaft, I was getting warm and wet too. A throbbing sensation made me want to put one of their hands underneath my thong. I would need satisfying too.
Jake began to thrust into my mouth as I took all of him in. He was getting close. He didn’t grab hold of my head though. I hated it when guys did that. He groaned and the throbbing pulses running through this member gushed out into my mouth. Luckily the sweet and sour taste of my Caramel Apple was strong.
“Good god!” Jake declared.
Then it was Jeremy’s turn. I pulled my dress up over my hips, revealing the new lace thong I’d bought, to match my new dress. Both guys’ eyes opened wide. I leaned over the top of the toilet and placed my hands on the closed lid, exposing my firm, round butt to them.
“Ooh!” Jeremy said.
He moved closer and pressed his hard appendage against me, where it was already protruding up against the front of his pants.
“Well, come on!” I invited him, “I told you I can be a bad girl!”
“You weren’t kidding!” Jake said and laughed.
“Enjoy the show!” I said to him as I pulled my thong down to my ankles.
Sexy underwear never did stay on long, I thought.
I heard Jeremy’s zip unzip and waited for the pleasure to follow.
“I assume you’ve got protection,” I mentioned.
“Yes, mam,” he said.
Then I felt his tip just where I wanted it and groaned. He pushed slowly inside.
“Nice and tight!” Jeremy exclaimed, “Hmm!”
He pressed up against me and filled me with his dick. I enjoyed doing it in public places. It gave me such a thrill. I was becoming more and more of a bad girl and loved the fact that nobody knew about it. Well almost nobody. The press didn’t know the half of it.
I felt Jeremy thrusting in and out of me and leaned into his motion to feel him as deep as possible. Jake must have decided he was enjoying the show as I heard him moan again too. Jeremy slapped up against by butt.
“Yes!” I cried out.
I heard the main bathroom door open, but didn’t care to lower my volume and groaned again as Jeremy penetrated me hard. He rammed up against me again and again and soon my breathing became deeper as my moans increased in pitch.
“You’re a noisy one!” Jake said.
I laughed and pushed back into him as I heard Jeremy grunting. His dick pulsed inside me as he climaxed. He stayed inside me for a few seconds and then withdrew. My pussy was throbbing for more; I hadn’t come yet, but it would do for now. It was thrilling to have sex in the club’s bathroom where anyone could walk in and hear us!
I walked out of the stall, after Jeremy had done up his pants, followed by him and Jake. A girl walked into the bathroom, frowned and then grinned as she walked passed into another stall. All three of us burst out laughing as we walked back into the club.
Chapter 3
Jeremy invited me to a reggae festival. Jake would be going to. I had never been to one before and accepted their invitation. I told my parents I was going to a sorority weekend gathering and took my own car. I would be camping for the first time and wasn’t too sure I was going to like it. At least I had convinced them to take the deluxe camping site with electricity and water, rather than the normal festival camping.
I arrived at the resort two hours later and was greeted by a sea of brightly-colored tents, packed closely together. I raised my eyebrows and prayed that wasn’t where we were going to be. I still wished the boys would’ve agreed to a cabin, but they’d refused.
Eventually, when I found our premiere camping site, I was pleasantly surprised. The guys were sitting in their camping chairs with a beer in their hands.
“Welcome to camp life!” Jake welcomed me.
The premiere site was on the outskirts of the resort, nestled among tall shady trees and had proper ablution facilities a hundred feet away. I had seen the portable toilets in the general throng and shuddered.
I sat down slowly into the camp chair Jake set up for me.
“So you’re a virgin camper?” Jeremy said.
“We camped once in an RV when I was very young,” I replied.
Both of them laughed.
“That doesn’t count!” Jake said.
He handed me a hard cider. It was refreshing in the summer heat and I took another big gulp shortly after the first.
“So I’m sleeping in that?” I asked.
I pointed at the small bright green tent next to another even smaller tent. How did people enjoy camping, I thought, shaking my head. It looked so pokey.
“Yes that’s you. We even borrowed an inflatable mattress for you.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
I wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in that little flimsy home, but I probably wouldn’t spend much time in there anyway, I thought.
The early sounds of the festival were already in the air. The bass beat, especially pulsed right through our camp site and grew stronger as we went to check out the venue. The main stage had a river running in front of it. There were already people on inflatable tubes floating in the water.
The other stage was slightly smaller and had a huge beach sand patch next to it. The stage was also set up in front of a massive lake.
“Yeah, that’s a good place to watch from,” Jake said.
There were lots of girls in bikinis and guys swimming in the lake. In the heat, it did look inviting.
***
I wrapped my sarong around my waist and joined the guys in the sandpit. The lake was the best place to be. The water dripped from my hair and down my back. My wet bikini kept me cool too. I could feel Jake’s eyes on me, on the damp material clinging to my breasts.
Jeremy came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Hello gorgeous!” he said, “I love it when you’re so wet!” he joked.
I laughed and poked him with my elbow. I felt free there, at the festival. The festival goers were only interested in partying and no one was interested in a politician’s daughter. Well other than my two beaus!
We went back to our camp site to take a break after the next band. The boys cracked open a beer and I headed over to the outdoor shower on our site. It was a shower head attached to one of the tall trees and had no walls at all. I undid my sarong and threw it over a wooden plank connected to the tree. I turned on the water and let it run down my body over my white bikini. The cool water ran down my skin and disappeared into the pebbles at my feet.
I knew the boys were watching me. I could feel their eyes and their growing desire. Our campsite was on the outskirts of the festival and nobody passed through it or close by, but the thrill that someone might, spurred me on.
I undid the front clasp of my bikini and hung it over the plank protruding from the tree. I rubbed my hands slowly over my breasts as the water soaked them and the sun baked my skin. I picked up the organic soap from a smaller wooden shelf. It smelt like honey as I ran it over the front of my shoulders and down over my firm tear-drop shaped breasts. The soap made my breasts slippery and foamy and I gently squeezed them and felt their delicious shape.
Suddenly Jeremy and Jake were standing
right beside me. I laughed.
“This is not a game for one,” Jeremy said and grinned at me.
Their shorts both had points in the front from watching my show.
Jeremy took hold of the sides of my bikini bottom and stripped it off over my feet. Now I was completely naked, out in the open in our campsite. I felt so aroused. Someone could walk into our campsite at any moment.
Jake leaned closer and took hold of my soapy breasts. He caressed them slowly with his hands. I leaned back against the tree trunk as the water flowed over my exposed body. Jeremy’s hand found its way between my hot thighs. He grabbed the soap and let the lather glide his hand up my smooth inner thighs and to my welcoming and wet pussy.
“Oh yes!” I cried out as his fingers touched my pussy lips.
I arched my back up against the tree and looked at both sexy, athletic men on either side of me, at the tall trees, sand and green grass. The heavy bass beat of the reggae music pulsed through my body and made me want to fuck both of them. I laid my hand on both their muscular thighs. They stripped off their shorts and I felt their naked flesh against me on either side.
I grabbed both of their dicks and, with the foaminess of the soap, rubbed them up and down. They groaned. Jeremy placed a finger inside my hot pussy and then another. He pushed them up until he rubbed over a swollen spot inside me. My pelvis arched in pleasure as his finger rubbed to and fro over the sensual rise.
Jake leaned closer and pressed his soft lips against mine. I loved the way he kissed. It was like kissing a girl. I had tried that once before too and had loved it. He took my bottom lip between his lips and nibbled gently.
A rustling in a nearby bush, suddenly made us all freeze. A movement closer to the ground parted the leaves. I held my breath. Was someone about to bust us? A ginger cat sauntered through the opening. I exhaled loudly and then realized the shock had made me even hornier.
“I need a dick inside me!” I implored, squeezing both guy’s nipples.
“Ouch!” Jake said.
“Sure can do!” Jeremy replied.
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