Beth had become a cliché, and she knew it, and she hated herself for it. It was a tale as old as time- girl falls for boy older than her, gives him her virginity, boy graduates and goes off to college, leaving his high school girlfriend in the dust. It had been a pretty shitty way to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. Every party she had gone to since the breakup left her feeling pittied and judged. She wasn't sure which was worse. What she did know for certain was that she needed to get out of her small town to reset before school started back up. She had sixteen days before then, and she planned to use every one to clear her head before heading back to school for the first time without being on the arm of, Mr. Perfect, Mark Stephenson.
She tried to convince her best friend to take a road trip with her, but Erin's mom had nixed that on the spot. Beth's parents were swamped with work. No chance their either. Getting out of Wadsworth for a while seemed hopeless. But then her phone rang on a Tuesday night and salvation came with the ringtone. Her aunt/godmother- the catholic type, not fairy- offered to fly Beth down to house and pet sit her home while Aunt Leslie and Uncle Steve spent two weeks in Europe. Beth would have jumped through the phone to hug her if she could.
Thirty-six hours later, Beth's uber dropped her off at 1547 Hazel Ct. She paused for a moment looking at the sign. There were two numbers on wooden ovals stacked on the same signpost, and, given how long it had been since she'd been here, she wasn't certain which was her destination and which was 1545 Hazel Ct. She pulled out her phone to text her aunt when she saw the mini flag of the university where her aunt and uncle had met. That settled that problem.
Beth had forgotten just how peaceful the place was. She wandered past the white marble counter tops and the immaculate appliances and the luxurious furniture toward the master bedroom. Every time she'd ever been here she'd slept in the double bed down the hall and had been forced to share a bathroom with her younger sister. Not this time, though. These fourteen days would be spent in her godmother's massive four-poster bed, showering in the glow of the heating light on the marble walls of the wide-open shower, and relaxing in the absurdly sized tub. A satisfied smile washed over her face. This was what she needed.
The piece de resistance was the out back. Out the door you passed through a covered area with lush outdoor furniture, a bar area, and two widescreen TVs. No more than twenty steps from the door was the kidney shaped pool lined with lounge chairs where Beth planned to spend the vast majority of her sta. Privacy was key for a teenager staying alone, and this compound offer plenty. A stained privacy fence lined the east and north sides of the yard, and an enormous manicured hedge blocked the view from the only neighboring home to the west.
Three days of peace and quiet, reading, and the occasional dip into her aunt's extensive wine collection had been restorative. It had been everything she'd needed. But...by the fourth day...she was bored. Texting her friends back home, cranking through every book she'd brought along, and watching sappy movies on cable had become stale. Three days of solitude was healing, but she thought a fourth might constitute wallowing. Beth needed to venture out. After all, what was the point of her aunt leaving her the blank check of a credit card if she didn't treat herself to the café near the water followed by a bit of shopping? She showered, threw on a pair of jean shorts and tank top over a mint green swimsuit, and headed out- stopping only to pick up the book resting on her aunt's bedside table. She was going to a restaurant by herself after all. She'd need something to do.
Five pages into the book she blushed for the second time. Her aunt certainly wasn't reading Gone With The Wind. This was pure smut. Beth lowered the book into her lap below the table so that no one would be able to see the cover. She was hooked, and had no interest in stopping reading now, but her Midwestern sensibilities had no interest in being caught reading something so
scandalous
in a public place.
"More water?" the waitress asked, breaking her concentration.
"Huh. Er. Oh. Yes please."
"Sorry to spook you," the blonde said with a warm smile, "I know how engrossing the Sapphire books can be. Wait til you get to the second one. It'll melt your...well, everything." The waitress winked and headed back to the kitchen.
So much for being secretive,
Beth chastised herself. Thirty pages later she was glad she had failed in her attempts. The second book was somehow steamier than
this?
Good lord. She paid her tab and asked the same waitress in her most uninterested tone, "Where is the best bookstore in town?" The woman grinned widely and sent her in the right direction. Forty-five minutes later, Beth strode onto the beach three blocks from her house with Sapphire books one, two, and three in the bookstore bag she carried.
Time ceased to exist. She was transported into this world of femininity and power and lust. Cecilia, the main character of the series, had a group of men under her thumb and all they seemed to be able to do was to beg for more her attention and more of her body. She'd never heard of a "reverse harem" before today, but suddenly the concept was the center of her universe. Beth burned through book one in an unsettling amount of time, almost skimming the plot in places, so that she could reach the prophesized fire waiting in book two.
Cecilia's second adventure did not disappoint. By page eleven she was splayed on a chaise lounge being serviced by three men simultaneously. There were hands and tongues and teeth in places Beth had never even considered. She made her way into the water trying to ease the fire building inside her, but it was no use. The only thing the trip to the water managed to accomplish was to make her skin all the more covered in sand. Two more pages was all she could take. The mint colored bikini would have been damp with or without a trip to the shoreline, but at least the salt water hid one indication of her arousal. Her shorts and tank laid where she'd left them as she walked away. Her mind was in fifty places at once. All of them revolved in some way around a chaise lounge. Sand grated between her ample thighs as she scurried home, but, despite the discomfort, she never considered stopping at the public showers to wash some of it away. There was no time for that. Pain, nor shame, nor oncoming traffic could keep her from her need at that point- release.
Beth began peeling off her swimsuit the moment the front door closed behind her. She left a trail of flip-flops, shopping bags, bikini top and bottom from the door, up the stairs, and into her room. Her mother would have been mortified by the sand caked to her daughter's frame as she climbed into her elder sister's bed, but, given her mother's puritanical repression, that was hardly what she would have objected to most.
The high school athlete laid sideways across the bed- book two in her right hand, her left buried between her thighs. "Fuuuuck," she moaned at the euphoria of finally being able to address the ache she'd been trying to suppress for hours. There was no suppression now, though. She read aloud as she grinded into her hand. "Brandon's tongue danced on my clit as his cousin's shaft stiffened against the relentless hunger of my tongue and lips," she read, in a raspy, erratic tone. Page after page she read aloud, her arousal climbing steadily until, finally, as the main character came she did the same. Beth's body went limp at the release. Less than ninety seconds later she drifted into a blissful sleep.
When Beth finally awoke, it was to darkness. The only light that shone in the room was moonlight and the faint glow of the nightlight in the adjoining bathroom. She rummaged through the tangled sheets in search of her phone. Her eye's bulged when she found it and saw the time. 10:17.
Good lord,
