The Fine Line Ch 01 Blurred

*Thanks to @SheLynne6 for taking the time to edit and collaborate with me on this story

*This can be read as a stand-alone piece

I was really looking forward to the upcoming holiday weekend. My high school buddy, Jack, had rented a cabin on a lake upstate and was taking a couple buddies along. Among them would be his hot as fuck sister, Annmarie, who everyone called Annie. Unfortunately, she would be bringing her new boyfriend.

I've always had a thing for Annie since her family moved to my town when I was sixteen. She was a year older than me and Jack, and in high school she teased the hell out of me.

Her legs were a million miles long and, thanks to track, lean and toned. Her ass was practically fucking chiseled by the Gods. Her tits were huge, which she tried to hide in her modest clothing but any man with eyes knew what was under those high necks and baggy tees. Thick, wavy, blonde hair and the bluest doe eyes I'd ever seen completed the hot but pious package.

Annie was popular, stuck-up and straight-laced. The very opposite to my withdrawn, introverted "bad-boy" persona. She was smart, valedictorian of her class, and got accepted to a prestigious law school.

Jack and Annie's family was religious, but that didn't stop Jack and I from getting high or drunk, or both, and causing trouble all over town. Jack and Annie got in so many fights about him hanging out with me. She openly called me a loser, trouble-maker and a degenerate to anyone within earshot.

She wasn't technically wrong, but it still hurt. I never planned to go to college, especially since high school was a fucking joke. I didn't fit in with those people.

The summer before she left for college, I spent every day I could at Jack's house just hoping to get a glimpse of her in a bikini. They had a big house with a pool and she and her friends would lay out on the concrete or in a lounge chair flaunting their perfect bodies.

Annie knew I watched her and I was pretty confident she liked it. As much as she hated me, I could see a little spark in her big blue eyes when she caught me looking. I wasn't a bad looking guy. I mean, I didn't melt panties off girls but I turned a few heads. Some girls can't resist the brooding vampire look. Annie just wasn't one of them.

The weekend before she left for law school, her parents threw a huge party for her. All of her friends and family were there and the yard was packed. Annie was wearing a blue floral sundress that unfortunately covered her long legs to the knee, but it did hug her big tits in a way that I hadn't seen before. Her skin was tan from the month she had spent in the pool. She had twisted her long blonde hair back into a loose bun with a few loose strands framing her pretty face. She looked like a sexy, buxom preacher's wife and my cock stirred when I saw her.

Jack and I had left the party to play a video game in his room. After about an hour of us screaming at the lame online players, Annie appeared in his doorway.

"Aunt Sara is looking for you, Jack. She needs to head home but said she has something to give you before she goes." Annie was barefoot, leaning on the doorframe.

"Shit. This better be good." Jack removed his headset and tossed it into the bean bag chair he had been sitting in.

I quit the game and draped the headset around my neck as Jack bounded down the stairs. All my attention turned to Annie.

Annie entered and leaned against Jack's dresser to my right, folding her arms across her chest. I wished her dress was lower so I could see her big boobs being crushed together.

"I have seen you looking at me like I'm a piece of meat all summer, Tate. It's pretty gross. You are never going to get a girlfriend with this......look."

She raised her hand and pointed at me, wagging her finger up and down.

I looked down at my black jeans and Cannibal Corpse t-shirt, returning my best bad-boy grin to her.

"I'm not looking for a prissy, stuck-up bitch anyway," I retorted playfully.

Annie rolled her big blue eyes at me. "Well, if you want a loose, dirty slut, then don't change. I'm sure there are plenty of whores out there that will fuck you for cheap. Seeing as you will never amount to anything."

She crossed the room and stood in front of me. Her blue eyes danced and she had a flirtatious smirk across her full, pink lips.

"Fuck you, Annie," I quipped, looking her dead in her eyes.

"Not in your wildest fucking dreams, loser."

A heat rose in me like I had never felt before. She was looking down at me with a look I hadn't seen before and it made me so fucking hard. We stared at each other for an awkwardly long time, until Jack came running back in and ruined the moment.

"Get out of my room, Annie," he demanded as he sunk back into his bean bag and slapped on his headset.

"Yeah, Annie. Get the fuck out." I stared up at her as the tension broke and I put my headset back on.

She scoffed, quickly turning on her heel and walked out. I hadn't seen her since.

That was 3 years ago. I moved away from town, got a job managing a local boxing and MMA club, and went on with my life. Jack and I were still great friends, meeting up every couple weeks to go to clubs and pick up women.

Unlike Annie had predicted, I didn't have to pay to get laid. Managing a gym meant I got to use the equipment and I had gotten pretty buff in the past couple years. Picking up girls was easy now.

I didn't have or want a girlfriend. Bringing home a new girl every weekend suited me just fine. Though none of them gave me that feeling that Annie had that last night we saw each other. That feeling that I have been itching to find again.

I arrived at the cabin late Thursday night and everyone was sitting around the large outdoor deck, drinking and playing games. I scanned the crowd but didn't see her. Popping a beer, I settled into a cushioned chair around the fancy fire pit.

Jack's friends were cool, into causing trouble and getting fucked up just like us. I was also pleasantly surprised to see some hot girls I hadn't met before. Maybe I could convince one of them to at least suck me off before the weekend was over.

I was flirting with a drunk, rail thin brunette with small tits when Annie and her boyfriend walked in.

She took my fucking breath away. Her hair was shorter now, a little past her shoulders, and curlier than I remembered. She wore very short denim shorts, her legs still long and toned. I had heard from Jack that she was the star of the college track team.

What surprised me the most though was her shirt. Or lack thereof, I should say. She had on a tight red crop top with little white polka dots. A substantial sliver of her muscular, tan abdomen was visible above her low rise shorts. Her tits were still covered, but there was no hiding their massive size in the tight, short shirt. My cock definitely twitched as she turned her blue eyes on me.

She came over to me, pulling her boyfriend behind her. He was a fucking tool. Khaki shorts and white polo. He looked like an ivy league prick and I immediately wanted to smash his face in.

"Hey, Tate. Didn't expect to see you here. This is Damon."

She wrapped her arm around her boyfriend's waist and he did the same to her. His fingers curled around that sliver of tan skin, making my blood boil. I didn't even bother looking at his dumb, trust-fund face.

"Hey, Annie. Sorry to disappoint."

I returned my attention to the brunette on my right. If I kept looking at Annie, I was going to cause a scene.

"Well, I see you haven't changed. Still a brooding fucking asshole."

I stood up and subtly flexed my broad, muscular chest. I saw her eyes widen as she quickly looked me up and down.

"Are you still an uptight cunt?" I purposely bumped my shoulder into her boyfriend as I pushed past them. I needed another beer. I wasn't always this much of a dick but she brought out the worst in me.

"What the fuck, man?" I heard him say as I headed to the cooler.

"Don't, babe. He's not worth our energy."

I popped open my beer and turned around to see her blue eyes glare at me. Her boyfriend wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they turned in unison and walked away from me.

Damn, I loved watching her ass walk away. I could see the curve of her robust cheeks beneath the frayed hem of her Daisy Duke shorts.

I chugged my beer and went for a third, leaving the people on the porch to find Jack in the kitchen flirting with the same brunette. She had her arms around his neck and his hands were in the back pockets of her shorts.

"Am I interrupting something?" I asked, sitting down on one of the stools.

"Not at all, man. Not at all." Jack slapped her ass, making her giggle, then they parted and she went back outside, winking at me on her way out.

Jack and I both watched her until she disappeared into the darkness.

"Who the fuck is that?" I asked, grabbing the bottle of tequila on the counter and taking a swig.

"Future wife, I hope."

Jack had always been kind of a romantic. I rolled my eyes and passed him the bottle.

"I guess I won't be putting my cock in that one this weekend."

Jack winced as he took a second shot. "No, you will not. Good luck with the other girls, too. One is married and her husband is around here somewhere, and the other is a loud and proud lesbian. So that leaves......."

Jack closed one eye and counted on his fingers. "....No one! Sorry, bud."

Jack slapped my arm and passed the bottle back to me. We finished the whole bottle and drunkenly decided to skinny dip in the lake.

Jack's hopeful wife joined in, but she kept her arms and legs locked tight onto Jack. Annie sat on the dock with her feet in the water.

I swam up to her, treading water. I was definitely drunk but not sloppy. Yet.

"Why do you hate me so much, Annie?"

She sipped a bottled beer as she swung those gorgeous legs through the water.

"I could ask you the same thing." She cocked her head, her blonde curls cascading over her toned shoulder.

I shrugged. "You just rub me the wrong way, I guess. You always thought you were better than me."

She rolled her eyes. "No, I didn't."

I raised my eyebrows at her. She chuckled and chugged the rest of her beer.

"Well, ok, maybe a little. But only because you never applied yourself."

We looked at each other for a moment before she continued. "So what are you doing now?"

I flexed my arms. "Gym manager."

"Noble profession. The world needs more meat heads."

I smirked up at her. "And that is precisely why you get under my skin. We can't all be fancy lawyers."

"You are so fucking annoying, Tate."

"Likewise."

My cock was semi-hard as she glared at me. I was thankful that the cool water was taming it.

Her boyfriend came walking down the dock holding 2 new beers. He handed her one and sat down next to her.

I didn't want to ruin the weekend, so I decided to try and make nice. "Hey, man. Sorry about earlier."

He sipped his beer and wrapped his arm around Annie's waist. His fingers not-so-discreetly grazed her tit. He was definitely sending me a message.

"No problem," he said through gritted teeth. His hand slid down her side and he put a finger into the waistband of her shorts.

I couldn't help myself. He was asking for it.

I put my hands on the dock next to Annie and pulled myself up. I had been working on my upper body religiously for the past few months so I made easy work of it. I shook myself off next to her, my semi-hard cock wagging in her face.

Annie held up her hands to ward off the water droplets flying in her direction but her eyes were definitely on my cock.

"Jesus christ, Tate! Fuck off!" Her blue eyes locked on mine. Her nostrils flared.

That feeling rose in me again as my cock swelled to its full potential.

"Later, princess."

I slowly walked down the dock, making sure my ass cheeks were nice and flexed.

***

The next morning, we all went out on the boat. Annie wore a white high-cut bikini and a full coverage top with off-the shoulder ruffled sleeves. She kept her long legs stretched out on her douchey boyfriend's lap as we toured the lake.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. She kept throwing daggers at me with her big pretty eyes. Thankfully her boyfriend didn't seem to notice.

Once we were back on land, I headed to my room to nap. I was still a little hungover from the night before and being in the sun all day had wrecked me.

My room was right next to Annie's and I could hear their murmuring voices through the walls. I got up and opened my window, letting out the cool air of my room for a chance to hear them better. I was grateful that they must have also had their window open. I could hear them just fine now.

They were making out, which simultaneously turned me on and made me want to vomit.

"Is this ok?" I kept hearing him ask.

She would give a breathy "yes" or likely a nod, because it was usually followed by her throaty moans.

"How about here?"

"Can I take this off of you?"

"Do you like that?"

I wanted to punch through the wall.

"Just fuck her already," I murmured under my breath.

I definitely heard him cum. If she did, it wasn't obvious. I jerked off into a dirty t-shirt imagining her naked beneath me then passed out cold.

When I woke, the house was quiet and the sun had set. I found Annie alone outside, sipping a glass of white wine.

"Where the fuck is everyone?" I asked, yawning and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I plopped myself down in the chair opposite her, throwing my arms lazily over the armrests.

Turning her head, she looked at me like I was covered in filth.

"Out." She said flatly before looking back out at the lake.

"Wow, thanks for all the details. So fucking kind of you."

With a heavy sigh, she leaned her elbows on her thighs and turned back to me, the wine glass now dangling in her hand. "Something came up and Damon had to head back. The others went to some beach club. They left Jack's car if you want to join them."

I leaned back in my chair. I was only wearing a pair of black gym shorts. Her gaze trailed down my rock hard abs before looking back across the lake.

She was wearing a flowy short sundress with short sleeves. The neckline dipped just enough that I could finally see the skin of her heavy, round breasts.

"Why didn't you go?" I asked.

"Because I didn't fucking want to. That's why."

She huffed as she got up, walking fast into the kitchen. I should have let it go but I followed her.

She opened the fridge and grabbed the bottle of wine, refilling her glass. She took a big swig then forcefully set the glass down on the counter, her back to me.

"Damn, what's got your panties in a bunch?" I asked as I approached her until I was about a foot away.

Her shoulders tensed as she turned around, her hands gripping the edge of the counter behind her.

"Why do you have to talk like that? You are so crass, Tate."

I stepped a little closer. She was like a raging, burning sun and I was being pulled into her orbit.

"And you are so uptight, princess."

I closed the gap between us until I could feel her breath in my face.

"Back. The Fuck. Up." Her cute little nose twitched, her kissable lips pursed in annoyance.

"No." I put my hands on either side of her. The swell of her tits brushed my naked chest.

Her breath quickened, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the counter. I traced a finger along her jaw and down her neck.

"You are really fucking hot when you're mad," I said as I slid my finger down to her chest, over the fleshy mound of her breast.

"Get your fucking hands off me."

She didn't try to push me away so I kept going, curious how far I could push her. Curious how far I could push myself without losing it. I pressed my hard dick into her and leaned down to her ear.

"Fucking make me, princess."

Gently, I brushed my lips against her neck and slipped a finger under the bust line of her dress, pulling down the stretchy fabric until I found her nipple.

As I slid my finger across it, I felt it harden. I pulled back to look at her just as she put her hands on my chest and shoved me.

I stumbled back only a couple inches, but it was enough for her to slip out from between me and the counter.

She stormed over to the doorway then turned back to me. Her blue eyes were wide and wild. Her blonde curls framed her gorgeous face, her big tits rising and falling with each heavy, rapid breath.

I had to have her. Now.

I took a step closer. She took a big step back.

"Stop it, Tate. I don't want to do this." She held up her hands, trying to ward me off.

But I kept coming. And she kept backing up.

"Stop lying to yourself, Annie. I know you feel this too."

The open entryway was behind her. She could have easily turned and ran, but she didn't. Instead of pushing me away as I had expected, she dropped her hands to her sides as I stepped close to her.

"I don't feel anything other than disgust for you, Tate." She held her chin high as she stared me down.

I put my hands on the door frame and leaned into her, my face only inches from hers.

"Fucking liar."

She looked at me, her pupils dilated, her body tense.

I dropped my arms and pulled her to me, smashing my mouth to hers. Her arms came up to my neck and her lips parted, letting me in. Her soft, sweet tongue rolled around mine. Fuck, she was everything I had ever wanted.

My hands went to her ass, finally feeling her shapely, muscular backside in my strong hands.

I kissed down her neck, hungry for all of her. When I kissed between her tits, she brought her hands to my shoulders and wriggled away from me.

"I don't want to do this," she whispered.

"That kiss told me otherwise, princess," I growled, my hands in fists at my side.

"I have a boyfriend."

"That doesn't mean shit, Annie. That guy is a fucking loser and you know it."

"HE's the loser?!' she screamed. "He is going to be something, Tate. What the fuck are you ever going to be?"

My blood was already boiling and she knew it. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides. I felt my neck muscles tensing, my heart pounding. My dick was the hardest it's ever been. Pre-cum was already leaking out of me.

"I am going to be the best fuck you've ever had, princess. That's what I'll be."

Her eyes widened a moment before she turned and ran for the stairs. I easily caught up to her as she reached the top. Reaching out, I grabbed her ankle just before she reached the second floor. Her hands shot out and gripped the banister as she tried to yank her leg free from my strong grip.

"Let me fucking go, Tate!" she screamed as she fell to her knees, her arms clawing at the carpeted steps as she scrambled to get away from me.

"Never," I snarled, bringing my hands to her hips and pulling her back. Her hand held onto the corner of the wall at the top of the step as I climbed on top of her.

"Please, Tate. You're scaring me."

Her body stilled beneath me. I pinned her down with my hips and swept her blonde hair to one side. I kissed the side of her neck.

"That makes two of us," I whispered in her ear.

I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. All I knew was that I couldn't stop, and I really didn't think that she wanted me to either.

I pulled her hips up until she was on her knees then pushed her dress up. That perfect ass that I worshipped my entire life was in front of me in only a white cotton thong.

"A thong, huh, Annie? I thought you'd be wearing a fucking chastity belt under there."

"Fuck you," she whimpered.

Chuckling, I grabbed her panties and yanked them down to her knees. "You will."

Finally, after all these years, I had her right where I wanted her. I ran my hands over her firm globes, squeezing slightly just to let myself feel her smooth, naked flesh under my rough hands.