She had engineered the candlesticks as she had imagined it, and watched him as he sat down in front of them. When he looked up at her, she licked her lips and smiled. He blushed but didn't look away.
"I got my financial aid letter from Evergreen today." She tried to ignore the comment about Harrison, focusing on the future. She had been thinking about telling him since before he came to dinner. She didn't know how he would react, and she was a little worried.
"Yeah? Was it good news?"
He seemed genuinely interested. She had been watching this growing sense of...attraction? deep friendship? love?...and with the events on Thursday, the way he had been so gentle, and...she hoped it was something real...could it go further if they were both at the same school?
"They're giving me a full ride. It's pretty exciting."
"Hmmm, a 'full ride.' That sounds like a lot of fun. I could give you a full ride, any time."
She smiled at his crude joke, but more importantly, he didn't seem to hesitate at her news. Her thoughts clouded suddenly.
"I...I can't stop thinking about what I did on Thursday. Do you...?" She couldn't finish the thought...or look him in the eye, thinking about the way she had acted.
He looked at her, concerned by her tone more than the words. He thought she was fantastic: great looking, wonderful sense of humor, sweet. He knew he had to come clean with her, and the sooner the better, but he couldn't face it. He swallowed the guilt and hoped Harrison's trial would come soon. He couldn't believe his luck that they had hooked up. He told her as much, wanting to get up and comfort her, but realized his penis was acting up. "I meant what I said that day, Di. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you like to fuck strangers, or want to taste their cum. It doesn't matter what I think about it. What matters is that you're safe, taking care of yourself and...mostly...not dumping on yourself."
He looked up at the laughter from the house and to see if the adults were planning on coming out. Seeing they weren't heading out anytime soon, he got up, hiding his erection as best he could to join her on her lounge
"I...I let him fuck me." She didn't look him in the face, but he saw her notice the tenting in his shorts.
He leaned in, brushed the hair from her face and leaned in further to kiss her softly on the cheeks. "It's okay," he said softly, gently whispering in her ear. "You liked it." Kiss. "You liked feeling his hard cock in your open cunt." Kiss. She screwed up her face at the vulgarity. He wasn't going to stop now, even as he felt her stiffen slightly. "You wanted him to take you. It excited you." Kiss. "Just like you're going to take me. Now. Here." Before she could say anything he closed his lips on hers and pulled her hands up over her head, drawing her shirt up to expose her stomach.
Holding her hands, he pushed up to look her directly in the face. "You begged him to fuck you, didn't you? Because you're a whore; a skanky slut. Just like you're going to beg me." He felt stupid saying it, but he could tell it was what she wanted, what he hadn't been doing up until now. She squirmed and shook her head, looking away.
"No, Johnno. Don't!" She hissed it, but she didn't struggle. "You don't mean it." Tears beginning again.
"I'm going to let go of your hands, Di, but you're going to keep them up there. And then I'm going to lift your shirt so your breasts are exposed, and you're going to ask me to do it." He let go, moving his hands to her blouse's hem. "And you're going to tell me you want it because you are a little whore."
"No!" She whispered, looking in panic at the house. "They could see us!" But she didn't move.
He waited, his fingers inside her shirt, resting on her warm skin. He felt her breathing, her stomach rising and falling and he waited. "Ask me, Di. Ask me to strip you."
"Oh, fuck, Johnno. Fuck." She looked at him, her eyes widening from the intensity of her feelings. "No..." she whimpered. "You can't mean it...?"
He waited, looking her in the eyes, and moving his knee to spread her legs open. "And then I'm going to open your shorts, because you're going to ask me to. Because you are a little slut, Di. Because you need it."
She closed her eyes so tightly her face wrinkled, but it didn't make the feelings go away. She could feel how wet she was, she imagined how it would feel to have him strip her, because she asked him to, just feet from her parents. She couldn't! But she could feel his fingers, just resting on her skin, and she knew she would.
"Take off my shirt, Johnno," she whispered, her voice catching. "Treat me like the little slut I know I am." Barely audible, but clear.
He moved slowly, inching the fabric across her ribs until it was bunched below her breasts, his knuckles pushing into the soft skin, barely grazing her areolas. "Say it. Tell me you want me to strip you, to expose your breasts."
She swallowed, looking at the house and then at his face. The lust, the emotion she saw there was like what she'd seen in Dick's and it filled her with pride: she could make these boys do what she wanted with just a word. "Strip me, Johnno." She said it quietly, but with more assurance. "Expose me. Make me naked. I'm your whore."
In a moment, he had her shirt up over her head, trapping her arms and he looked down to see those beautiful nipples hardening. He held them between his thumb and forefinger and stared into her eyes, nodding slightly.
She knew what he wanted, what he was going to do, what he wanted her to say. She pushed up to meet him, to expose herself even more. "Pinch my nipples, Johnno. Prove I'm the slut you know I am." She cried out when he pinched and twisted them, but he didn't stop. She panted and looked at him, wondering how this had happened, how she could have turned out this way.
"And now," he let go of her nipples and moved his fingers to her shorts, slipping the tips just inside, his thumbs resting on the snap. "Tell me to strip you naked. Tell me you're a little whore who needs to be exposed."
"Don't!" She protested, but kept her arms over her head. "We can't! They'll come out any second!"
"I thought you were the one who said it was okay to skinny-dip tonight...that your folks won't care." He waited, patiently, knowing she would do it. "You better be quick then. Ask me."
She swallowed, looking panicked at the house. It was true - they would be okay if they swam naked, but not this! They'd freak! "Quick, Johnno. Quick. Take my shorts off! Strip me, and then let me jump in the pool before they see us!"
He smiled and slowly opened her shorts, staring at her face, at her naked breasts and then at her beautiful snatch as he revealed it, peeling her shorts down her legs. "Tell me what you are." He left her lying there, her shirt above her head, her shorts at her ankles, while he began to peel off his own clothes.
She watched as his erection pushed at his shorts and licked her lips. Oh how much she wanted to taste it, to feel him inside her. Like Dick. Like Harrison. "I'm a whore, Johnno!" She hissed it, looking at the adults beginning to clear the table. "Shit! They're going to come out here any minute. Get these off me! I'm a whore! I'm a slut, okay? Please, get your clothes off and mine too!"
He quickly complied, pulling her arms and legs free and she bolted from the lounge to plunge into the pool. She watched as he ambled over, his cock waving at half mast, eventually just sitting, letting his legs dangle in.
"They'll be out here in a few minutes, the Browns too, and I for one don't want to be around when they do it." She was treading water, keeping her distance, but her eyes were glued on his cock. "I don't know what's happening, Johnno, but I can't stay here.
We
can't stay here. We've got to go. I need you to do something for me...to me..."
He looked over his shoulder to see the adults had all left the room. No doubt to change out of their clothes. "What?" He asked, standing up to pull on his clothes. "What do you need me to do to you?"
She had pulled herself up over the side; he watched as the water streamed down her breasts and stomach. He was surprised when she didn't come to get her clothes but turned to the cabana. Ahh, he thought, towels.
