EroticReverie

Savannah

"You aren't dressed." My aunt Carolanne says at 6:54 pm, standing in the doorway to my bedroom.

My brows pinch. "Dressed?" I ask. 

"For the Brooks boy, isnt he pickin you up in a few minutes?" she asks , looking at her watch. 

I huff a laugh. "I am NOT going out with that idiot." 

"He's a good boy, you should go." she says and I lift my eyes to her and cock my brow.

"dont think my father would want you trying to pimp me out to the town's cowboys" I say. She gasps.

"Oh my goodness Savannah" she says, clutching her non existent pearls. I just smile and then roll my eyes. 

"sorry" I say and she lets out a little breath and gives me a little shake of her head. 

"the mouth on you northern girls" she says disapprovingly. 

"Boys up north like my mouth" I say with a devils grin and give her a wink and she makes a shocked squeak and I laugh as she covers her face, blushing. 

"My Lord, Savannah!" she whisper yells. 

"Maybe it's better you DO stay away from the boys in this town." she says with a shake of her head as the doorbell rings. 

"See." She points to her watch. "Three minutes early, he's a gentleman, on time." she says. 

I roll my eyes. "If being on time is the only standard to being a gentleman...i'm not interested." I say. 

she huffs, and walks out of the doorway and I slip under the covers, and hold my phone up and scroll through, tapping the screen, liking posts of friends and celebrities. 

I hear the door and then pause and then hear two sets of footsteps and hear Beau's voice . My palms start to sweat and I refuse to react, so I lay there on my back, and keep scrolling. 

"Down that hall, last on the left...door's open." My aunt fucking sends him to my room. 

I hear his little huff of a laugh. "Expected this." he says and I just ignore him, tossing him a short glance, and going back to my phone without saying a thing. 

"Alright" he sighs after a few seconds of me not responding and then walks over to my bed. It's only a full size mattress, and plops himself down on his ass and then swings his feet up, leans back against the headboard, hands behind his head. I make an audible sound of disgust as I shimmy to the side a bit and away from him, but I don't tell him to get off my bed. Don't say a thing 

"This what we're doing tonight? Looking at your little hand computer?" he asks. I keep scrolling, fighting the little smile that wants to happen on my lips at him calling my phone a hand computer.

"Show me your page." he says. I lift my eyes up, looking at him. He smiles down at me. 

"Or , if you keep looking at me with those eyes Hollywood, that's fine too." he says and I drop my eyes and he chuckles softly. 

"Do you have an instagram?" I ask. 

"nope." he says. 

"Well if you wanna see my page. Then you'll have to make one and look for yourself." I say and he hums. 

"You can make me one." he says , and shifts, pulling his cellphone out. I look back at him, surprised as he hands me his phone.

"What?" I half laugh. 

"What? This is your idea of fun. Then this is what we're doin. Here" he says shoving his phone at me. 

"Make me a profile or whatever" he says and I smirk. Sitting up, and I lean against my head board as well. He lifts his hands back behind his head, but lets the one nearest me, fall over the back of the headboard. 

"Smooth" i say, as I glance towards his shoulder and up at him as I open the app store on his phone. 

He laughs. "Just get comfortable. It bother you?" he asks. 

I look at his shoulder and then up at him, he smiles , and I just roll my eyes with a huff and then open the app on his phone. 

"What do you want your user name to be?" I ask 

"shouldnt it just be my name?" he asks and look at him. 

"Whats your last name?" I ask. 

"Brooks." he answers and I laugh.

"Like Garth Brooks?" I laugh, because I'd called him that earlier, not even knowing his last name. 

"Yeah, we're not related though." he plays along with a smile and I smile back, and then look to his phone.

I type on his phone. I enter a password for him and press the create profile option.

"What's my name?" he asks. I turn the phone and show him. 

"DimplesButNoCharm?" he asks with a laugh. 

"Mhm" I say. "And you're password is HollywoodSav...all the o's are zeros, and there's a money sign at the end." I say and then look at him. 

"You're my password?" he grins. 

"You can change it, you can change your user name too." I tell him. 

"I'm keeping the password...the name might have to change." he says, narrowing his eyes as if angry, but smirking at the same time. I just shrug. 

"If the boot fits, wear it cowboy." I say and he laughs. 

"We need a picture for your userpic" I tell him. 

"Alright, do I just take one now then?" he asks. 

"You dont have any pre taken selfies?" I ask. 

He laughs. "Uhh...no...not of my face anyway" he says. At that I pause and my mouth hangs open.

"Beau Brooks..." I whisper with fake shock. "Are you telling me there are ...nudes" I whisper even lower. "In this phone?" 

He gives me a large smirk. "Dont go looking Hollywood, not sure you can handle it." 

I throw my head back. "Right, right, that's what they all say." 

He huffs. "Well now I WANT ya to look, cause that little laugh sounds insulting my manhood." he says and I just laugh. 

"I dont care about your manhood cowboy, here...just take a selfie." I say handing his phone to him. 

"no, that shits weird." he says, pushing the phone away. 

"Oh stop being a big baby" I say. "It's just ONE selfie." 

"No, you take it..." he says and pushes the phone back. "And make me look hot." 

I laugh, and I shift on the bed. "such an impossible task" I say. 

"And im the one without the charm?" he huffs and I laugh. 

"I'm full of charm, got you in my bed on the first date cowboy, I'd say I charmed the fuck out of you." I tease and snap a picture as he smiles. 

"Watch your mouth." he smirks. 

"Mmm, why, aren't you watching it for me cowboy?" I tease, and flirt shamelessly. Okay, I was really smitten by the fact, that he just waltzed in here, plopped down, and let me turn his "date" ideas upside down, and was now letting me make him a participating member of the modern world by giving him and instagram account. 

"I can't tell if your flirting with me or trying to make me cry." he says. "You're mean to me one second, then giving me flirty looks with those pretty eyes the next." he says.

I add the photo and then look up and bite my lip as I kneel on my knees beside him.

"Cant I do both?" I ask and he he inhales. 

"If you're trying to turn me on Hollywood, mission accomplished." he says. 

"Yeah, you boys are easy like that. Just a little bite of the lip is all it takes." I tease with a laugh and then slap his phone to his chest. 

"Here DimplesButNoCharm" I say and he laughs, taking his phone. 

"If you think it was the lip bite that did it Hollywood, you're sellin yourself short. I was turned on the second you got out of that truck on the street eariler in that little white dress and heels. Those big ole sunglasses." he says and I smile to myself as I pick up my phone, and then search his username, sending him a friend request. 

"Liked what you saw huh?" I laugh.

"sure did." he says and I look at him and now his brown eyes are the ones giving flirty stares as he looks me up and down as I sit on my knees. Wearing pink sleep shorts and pink tank top, my hair piled up ontop of my head. 

"What about now?" I tease. "In my pajamas, you like what you see now?" 

I feel my toes curl as his nostrils flare slightly as he looks me straight in the eyes.

"I do." he says and then his eyes fall down, and this time, as they peruse me, they linger, drawing slowly, my nipples hardening and his eyes taking a lot of time, as I lower my phone to let him look. 

I watch him reach out one hand, his hand goes to my hip and I take a sharp breath in as his eye stay where his hand is. 

"i like this..." he says, his thumb rubbing over the sliver of skin between the bottom of my tank top that is tight against my skin. 

I swallow as he lifts his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his lips. 

"is all your skin this soft?" he asks, stroking his thumb over the small sliver, and I nod. 

"I'll take your word for it, ....for now." he smirks. Licking his lips, his eyes going back to his hand on my waist. 

"And here my aunt was telling me you were a good boy." I say quietly and he lifts his eyes back to me.

"Am I not being a good boy?" he smirks, his thumb slipping under my tank top, skimming up under it with the strokes of his thumb. 

I shake my head. 

"Dick picks in your phone...touching my body..." I say. 

"Offer still stands if you want to look at them Hollywood." he says playfully, but his voice is also serious.

"I think you'd like them." he says and then his thumb slips from under my tank top and I swallow as he shifts, taking my phone and his, and setting it on the nightstand beside my bed. 

"Or..." he says and then reaches with both hands and gently pulls me, and I follow the guidance of his hans, crawling onto him straddling him slowly. 

"you can skip the pictures of it...and take a look at the real thing." he says and I inhale again deeply, he grins as I sit on his lap.

"thought I wouldnt be able to handle it ?" I say. 

"Why dont we find out?" he asks and then lifts his hips and grinds against me slightly and I let out a little gasp as the bulge in his jeans presses against my pussy through my thin pajama shorts.

"that feel good?" he asks, his voice low and I bite my lip, wanting to take myself off this cocky son of a bitch's lap and keep playing this little flirty teasing game with him. But I was so weak, and he, is so annoyingly hot, that I place my hands on his shoulders and roll my hips forward and back. He groans.

"does THAT feel good?" I counter and he grins. 

"You know it does. Do it again Hollywood." he says and his hands grab my hips and I bite my lip, as his hands follow my hips, and I drag myself back and forth against him, grinding againg him.

"You're not a good boy at all" I whisper and he groans with a smile and his hands slip from my hips, to my waist and grab it, licking his lips. 

"Or maybe, you're just a bad girl, corrupting me" he teases and bites his lips and looks down and groans. 

"Fuck" he mutters as he pushes his hips upward and grinds back against me and I moan. 

"Let's leave, you aunt is home" he groans. 

"so you can fuck me cowboy?" I ask, rocking my hips.

"fuck, you want me to fuck you Hollywood?" he groans. "

"no...i just like teasing your dick" I pant and he groans.

"you New Yorkers, so fucking cruel" he whispers and I smile, laughing slightly as I moan, riding him through our clothes. 

"uh huh" I answer and then let my head fall back as I rock my hips faster.

"you look so fucking pretty" he groans quietly and I moan as his hands cups my tits through my shirt, underneath. 

"these are so nice" he whispers, his hands pushing over my breasts and I moan.

"mmm, fuck, they fit just right in my hands" he groans, grabbing them and squeezing softly as I keep moving my hips, faster.

"oh fuck" I cry softly.

"shhh" he whispers. 

"put your hands on me" I whimper, grabbing my tank top, lifting it and pulling it up over my tits and letting it rest above them. His hands lifting as I raise my tank top, he groans as I bare them to him and his hands claps down on them. 

" yessss" I hiss. 

I don't care my bedroom door is open, don't care my naive aunt is just down the hall. I let myself have what I want, which is Beau's hands on my body, and I forget everything. Forget the reason i'm here, forget that my mother's not, forget that my father didnt know how to handle me so he sent me away, forget that I dont belong here. I just lose myself in the "good boy" under me, and let myself cum against his lap as he twists my nipples and leans me back, sucking them as I orgasm quietly for the first time of what I felt like would be many with Beau Brooks.