Gianna

This is a character-driven romantic piece. And as much as I enjoy getting off to short stroke pieces, this is not one of those. At 15k words it's a slow burn, but I think that ultimately adds to the satisfaction.

All characters are 18 years old or older. Thank you for reading xo.

Gianna Stewart stared into her mirror. Her shoulder length blonde hair fell onto a short sleeved white top, which she'd paired with a high waisted navy-blue skirt. The combination accentuated her full breasts and narrow waist. But she still wasn't sure it was the right outfit. She quickly glanced at the clock; she was running out of time.

"Mom! Come here! I need your help!"

Her mom entered, putting on earrings. "What's wrong?"

"What do you think?" Gianna posed a little for her mother.

"It's nice. It's--"

"It's what?"

"Oh, I dunno. It. It looks a little businessy."

"Ugh, what am I going to wear?"

"Well, whatever it is, you need to figure out soon, we've gotta get going in 10 minutes." Her mom started back towards her room.

"No, wait. Help me!"

"What's wrong with the sleeveless lavender one?"

"It's got a deep neck, and I don't want to be told off for violating the dress code at graduation."

"No one is going to say anything, you're going to be under the robe once you're inside and if any teacher tries to tell you off while you're outside posing for pictures, they'll have me to contend with."

"Ok."

"Now hurry up and change, parking will be limited, and I don't want to walk far in these heels." Her mother left her room. Gianna grabbed the dress from her closet before quickly poking her head out her door.

"What shoes?" she called.

"Those nude strappy ones!" her mother replied.

"Thank you! Love you!"

Gianna ducked back into her room and began to quickly undress. She let the skirt fall revealing a lacy white thong before peeling her top off to undo her size 32E bra. Knowing she was short on time didn't stop her from momentarily examining her body again. Any objective observer would tell you that Gianna was gorgeous. Years of dancing had left her with long toned legs, a firm ass, and a flat stomach, but being 18, Gianna couldn't help but quickly look for flaws. She stopped herself and quickly found the only bra she could wear with the dress before, finally, pulling on the dress she would wear for her high school graduation. She grabbed her heels and rushed out of her room.

Gianna's mother, Amelia, was already waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. She looked up at her daughter and beamed.

"Oh, honey. You look so gorgeous!"

"Thanks, Mom."

"Look at you, all grown up. Girls out and ready to take on the world!"

Gianna's face turned red. Despite living in the relatively conservative enclave of McLean, Virginia her mother was not shy, especially about sex.

"Oh my god, Mom, you say anything like that again and I'm gonna wear a burlap sack to graduation."

"Oh, lighten up, I'm just teasing you. You look stunning."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Alright, I can't stand around any longer. If I do, I'll get misty and have to redo my make-up, let's get going."

"What about Dad?"

"Your father had to take care of some things in the office, so he left this morning. Don't worry, he'll meet us there."

Gianna's father was a partner at a law firm in Washington, D.C. and certainly lived up to the stereotype of a workaholic. As a litigator, he had to travel a fair amount for trial, but even when he wasn't in trial, he worked long hours and wasn't ever home before 8. It was no wonder Gianna felt so much closer to her mother.

***

The ride to the graduation ceremony didn't take long and they managed to find decent parking. As they approached the venue Gianna spotted her boyfriend Will. Will was All American: 6 feet tall with sandy hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. He'd been on the swim and lacrosse teams all four years of high school and had the trim waist and broad shoulders to show for it. He kissed Gianna hello.

"Oh my god, babe, you look incredible! Hi, Mrs. Stewart, how are you?"

"I'm doing very well. You must be excited!" replied Amelia.

"Oh, you know, I guess...mixed feelings. Little nervous about college, but yeah, I was ready to be done with high school about three months ago haha."

"Well, how about I get some pictures of you two. I'll hold your gowns."

Gianna and Will stood with their backs to the venue and posed for several pictures. In the first few, Will's hand was on the small of Gianna's back. But his hand slowly moved downward. Will grabbed Gianna's ass through her dress, then growing bolder, moved his hand down to lift up her hem. His hand was now on the bare skin of Gianna's ass. He squeezed more before shifting his hand so that he could stroke along the thin string of her thong with his middle finger. Each time his finger got near her pussy Gianna felt a warm tingle move through her body. She could feel herself getting flushed.

"Okay Mom, I think we got enough."

Gianna walked over to her mom to grab her gown.

"You know, Will is very cute, but not as clever as he thinks," whispered Amelia, a wry smile on her face. Gianna looked into her mom's eyes. Amelia didn't have to say anything more for Gianna to know what she was talking about. She grabbed the gowns and walked back to Will.

"My mom caught you, you horndog." Gianna tried to sound playful, but some frustration managed to sneak through.

"No, she didn't!"

"Oh yes she did! She just told me, keep it in your pants. We're in public."

"Your mom is chill, it's not that big a deal."

Gianna began to walk off. Will grabbed her arm and gently pulled her towards him.

"Hey. I'm sorry."

Gianna didn't look at him.

"Gianna. I'm sorry, but I mean look at you, can you blame me? I don't stop thinking about you, and then you turn up in that and you expect me to control myself, c'mon, I'm just...No, you're right, I'm sorry, I should behave myself." He gave Gianna a sweet smile.

"You better, or I might not come over tonight."

"No no no, I'll behave." He leaned down and gave her a delicate kiss. "I promise, I'll behave," he said, softy. "I should get in my line, but I'll see you at your party."

"What time are you getting there?"

"My parents are taking me to lunch after the ceremony, so 4ish?"

"Great! I'll see you then." They shared another kiss and Will walked away. Gianna watched as he melted into the crowd of students.

Will was everything that she thought she wanted. He was smart and handsome. He was charming and well liked. Unlike most high school boys, he didn't play it cool, he wasn't ashamed to show his excitement when he saw her. Will was everything she thought she wanted. And yet...

***

The Stewarts lived in a large Hamptons style home on a quiet street in McLean. Like the neighboring houses, it was adorned with neatly manicured shrubbery and a perfectly watered front yard. In the rear, wide Fleetwood doors opened from the kitchen to the backyard where the party was happening. A mixture of young and old, the party was well attended and quite spread out. Amelia and her country club friends were nursing white wine in the kitchen, Gianna's classmates' younger siblings were bouncing on the trampoline, and Gianna and her friends floated on inner tubes in the middle of the pool.

Shelley and Marina were Gianna's two closest friends. Shelley was a tall, busty, slim young woman, with dark hair and light green eyes. She and Gianna had known each other since they were six through dance. Marina was shorter than Shelley by a few inches, with smooth, latte-colored skin, and a great ass from playing soccer. Marina had light brown hair, big eyes and a warm smile which belied how fiery she could be. The three of them had all changed out of their graduation dresses and into their swimsuits. Gianna wore a red string bikini, maximizing the sun on her skin. She'd closed her eyes and leaned back enjoying the warmth on her stomach when she felt a toe poking her leg.

"Where's Will?" asked Shelley.

"He's getting here later, why?"

"I'm just curious. I want to see him struggle to control himself around you in that."

Gianna rolled her eyes in response and kicked to splash Shelley a little bit.

"You need to make that happen, already," said Marina.

Gianna didn't say anything.

"It's the summer before college, this is the last time any of us is going to have three months with nothing to do. I couldn't think of a better way to spend it than with Will"

"Well, you're welcome to have him," challenged Gianna.

"Girl, don't think I wouldn't."

"Shut up, you and Will adore one another," interjected Shelley.

"Relax, Shelley, I'm just joking around," said Marina. "But! If you're serious about Will, you should, you know, have a foundation, before y'all go off to different schools."

"We'll be like 2 hours apart."

"Okay." But Marina didn't sound convinced.

Gianna fidgeted with one of the strings on her bikini bottoms. "I'm just not ready."

That seemed to soften Marina a bit. Gianna decided to lighten the mood, "Also, as if you'd know about relationships. All you do is hook up with Bishop O'Connell boys at parties." Shelley cackled.

"Look, just because that's not what I'm looking for, doesn't mean I don't know, okay?" Marina had raised herself up on her inner tube a bit and started gesturing forcefully. Gianna and Shelley immediately started mimicking Marina, this was something the three of them did a lot. Marina upped the ante by reaching under Shelley's inner tube and flipping it, tossing Shelley into the pool. Gianna was preparing to do the same to Marina when her mother interrupted.

"Honey come get out of the pool. Your father just called; he'll be here in five minutes. Go put something over your bathing suit."

"Does he have to give a little speech? I'd hoped he was joking."

"You should know by now that your father doesn't joke when it comes to bragging about you."

"Fine, just give me a minute."

Gianna climbed out of the pool. As she did, she turned back to look at her friends and saw Marina gently pushing some of Shelley's hair out of her face, the two were standing close to one another. Shelley was saying something to Marina, but Gianna couldn't hear. Gianna went into the house to go to her room, but as she was going up the stairs, she heard her father say, "Where's my little girl?"

"Hi, Dad."

Her father stood in the doorway holding a bouquet of flowers, but behind him was a man Gianna hadn't seen before. He looked to be in his early forties and was very handsome. He had a thick head of brown hair which was styled nicely, professional without being stuffy. Light stubble peppered his strong jaw, and he had intelligent, honey colored eyes. He wore an exquisitely tailored navy suit which traced his athletic frame. Under the suit he wore a light blue shirt, no tie, which was unbuttoned just enough to see the top of his chest and the outline of his collar bones.

Her father rushed up the stairs towards her, "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry I missed the ceremony, can you ever forgive me?"

To be honest, Gianna hadn't been surprised, or even that disappointed, so it was easy for her to reply, "Yes, Dad, of course."

"Well, these are for you, but I have something else for you. Come with me."

Gianna tried to object that she was just in her swimsuit, but her father didn't seem to hear. Gianna's father led her back out of the house and into the backyard, the man followed behind them.

"Everyone, everyone, I just have something to say," called out Gianna's father. Everyone at the party turned to face Gianna and her father and grew quiet. The man stood off to the side still in sight of Gianna.

Her father continued, "A little more than eighteen years ago, my wife and I returned home from the hospital with our baby girl. And I've got to tell you, I was terrified. I was terrified because I had no clue how to be a father. It had seemed doable before, but as soon as I held her for the first time the enormity of it all crashed down on me. I'm sure many of you know what that's like. But Gianna, darling, you have made all the stress and fear and worrying worth it. Parenting is never easy, but my wife and I have been blessed with a daughter who is as kind as she is intelligent, as intelligent as she is beautiful. Gianna, I cannot wait to see what you accomplish, because I have no doubt that it will be monumental." Her father began pulling something out of his pocket. "And to commemorate, not just your graduation, but attending UVA on a full scholarship, this is for you."

Her father opened the box he'd pulled out of his pocket and inside was a necklace with five perfect, small diamonds arranged in a row on a gold chain. He moved behind her to put it on, and as Gianna pulled her hair back, she felt the gaze of the man on her. She felt exposed, not just because she stood in front of a crowd of people in only a bikini, but because the act of donning the necklace drew everyone's eyes to her breast. She looked at the man as he looked at her breasts. She felt a tingle run through her body, warmth emanating out of her stomach down to her pussy. She could feel her nipples harden and pussy begin to moisten. She continued to look only at him, and as she did, his eyes lifted to hers. He smiled at her, it was warm, but there was more to it. He knew he'd been caught, and instead of being embarrassed it was as if they now had a joke between the two of them. She couldn't help but smile a bit back, but she was shyer than he was, she felt her face flush and she quickly dropped her eyes. She quickly turned to face her father, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Thank you, Daddy," as the party applauded.

"Alright, that's enough from me, enjoy the party!" Her father started towards the man as Gianna went back into the house and up to her room.

Gianna shut the door and turned the lock. She closed her eyes and pictured the man admiring her body again. Her hands seemed to move with a mind of their own, one going to squeeze her breast the other snaking down over her stomach and down to her bikini bottoms. She began to rub herself through the bikini feeling herself growing warmer and wetter. The hand on her breast pulled the material aside and began to more vigorously massage her breast. She brought her hand up to her mouth and wet her index and middle fingers before returning them to her now fully hard nipple. She traced a tight circle on her areola occasionally dragging one finger over the tip of her nipple, each time sending a jolt through her body, each jolt deepening her arousal. She brought the hand massaging her pussy up a bit and then back down, this time inside her bikini bottom. She felt as her hand moved past her little patch of pubic hair down to her pussy. Taking three fingers she ran her hand back and forth, her index and ring fingers rubbing along her lips while her middle finger moved along her slit and up to her clit, with each stroke going a bit deeper.

Just as Gianna was about to slide her middle finger into her pussy, she heard her mother call her name.

"What, Mom?"

"Gianna, are you alright?" She heard her mom climbing the stairs. Gianna quickly pulled her bikini into place and unlocked her door, she set about rifling through her closet. Her mother opened the door.

"Gianna, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I was just looking for my cover-up." Gianna's mother entered her room.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay, you look a little flushed."

"Oh, yeah. I mean, it was a little embarrassing to be up in front of all those people, and it's also the middle of May, I probably just need a glass of water." She hoped her mother would buy that.

"Okay, well, don't be too long, this is your party after all." Her mother closed the door. As much as Gianna wanted to return to playing with herself, she knew it wouldn't do to stay in her room. She went into her bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face, before slipping her cover-up on and returning to the party.

Gianna came down the stairs and back into the entry way where she spotted the man, his head down looking at this phone. As shy as she'd felt earlier, she also felt a yearning to talk to him. She walked towards him and said, "I'm a little hurt you look so bored at my party." It was a bold gambit on her part, and she hoped it would pay off.

"No, not at all, I'm responding to a very exciting work email," he said facetiously. He spoke with a UK accent that Gianna couldn't place. He smiled at her again.

"I'm Gianna," she extended her hand.

"I'm James." James took her hand in his. His hand was warm and a little rough. "Pleasure to meet you, and congratulations on UVA, it's an excellent school, you must be excited."

"Thank you, I am. A little nervous being away from home, but, overall I'm excited."

"I think you'll find you enjoy the liberty. And Charlottesville is a great city, I loved living there."

"Oh, did you go to UVA?"

"I did, I went to law school there."

"Well, that explains how you know my father. But what brings you here?"

"Well, according to your father, I'm new in town, and this is a good place to meet people. But I've a feeling something else is going on."

"And what's that?"

"Your father is trying to woo me," he said with a smirk. Gianna melted a little bit.

"He is, is he?"

"Oh yes. Not to speak too highly of myself, but I have some very desirable clients, and I think your father would like to be my go-to litigator. But I'll let you in on a little secret." He leaned in a bit. Gianna responded in kind. "If I'm good at my job, there is no litigation, and I'm very good at my job." James was cocky, and Gianna liked that. Unlike the boys she knew at school, his cockiness felt earned.

"Well, I'm sorry you felt dragged here," she said sheepishly.

"Eh, it's not all bad," he said, "It's quite flattering to be lusted after, wouldn't you say?" Coming from another man, a statement that bold might've been off-putting. But James pulled it off, the subtext of it didn't feel desperate. She could tell he knew they were now talking about something else, but James felt cool, detached. And that detachment only made Gianna want him more.

She didn't know how to respond, except to laugh a little and touch her hair. She wished she felt equipped to bandy about double entendres with James, but she felt out of her depth. So, she returned to law. "I'm thinking about going to law school after college, actually."

"Oh really? Would you want to work in a firm?"

"Maybe. I think I might be more interested doing policy."

"What kind?"

"Probably something to do with urban development and gentrification."

"That's excellent, set your sights high."

"What do you do?"

"I do crisis management and Title VII compli--" James stopped himself mid-sentence and took a small step in; he gently touched Gianna's arm. "This is, I believe, what people in other parts of the country might call very 'Inside the Beltway'."

Gianna couldn't help but laugh, "It's true, I suppose it's reflexive. What would you like to talk about?" Gianna couldn't help but notice that with that touch, James was now much closer to her and the proximity made her heart beat faster.

"I don't know, what do you like to do when you're not thinking about changing the world? What do you do for fun?" James was looking into her eyes, and as he spoke her eyes quickly flicked between his, sometimes down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. She felt like she was being pulled out to sea. She wasn't even really aware of how she was responding, probably something about the mall nearby, because all she could focus on while she was talking was noticing that James too would occasionally dart his eyes down to her lips.

She noticed herself grow quiet. A warm tingle had grown in her stomach and was spreading up into her throat, on the way electrifying every cell with which it came into contact. In the silence she knew she wanted to demolish any distance which stood between the two of them, she wanted to feel his perfect lips on hers.