EroticReverie

Violet Marie Vaughn

I knew lying to him about my age wasnt okay, but I'd liked him. I'd liked him a lot. I always gravitated towards older guys, and most of them, didn't even care about my age. Infact they were perverts who enjoyed the thrill of being able to screw a teenager. But I didnt feel connected to those guys. They were meaningless, and just a bit of fun. I knew after talking to Liam, that he wasn't like those other guys. If he knew my real age, it wouldnt be a turn on for him, it wasnt a fantasy for him to fuck around with underage girls like some of the creeps I gave my time to.  I knew he was better than most, and yet, I still lied, because I had to. Because I was selfish, and wanted his company, and wanted him. Just for a night. I wanted to have a real man, a good man, for just one night. 

I knew that nothing would come of it, that it'd be a one night stand. I knew that my single lie , was enough to ruin my non existent chances with the stranger I'd met and slept with. So after having sex that night, and again, multiple times in the morning. I'd taken his number, and told him I'd call him. But I hadn't. Because I couldn't. I wanted to save that night and all of our conversation and keep it locked away for myself, and didnt want to ruin it by continuing to contact him, and then having to eventually tell him the truth. But I guess, that happened anyways, didn't it?

I'm laying on the beach with Hannah, the sun beating on my skin, but I can still feel the heat of his touch beating even warmer on my skin. Where he had his hand on my waist, the feather touches of her fingertips along my lower stomach, the way his hand hand traced below my top, then slid beneath it, his hand on my breast, through my bra. 

I hadnt expected him to touch me like that. He was furious with me for lying, as he should be. I didnt blame him. He wanted me to leave. He didn't want me to stay. If I wasnt so selfish, I'd honor his wishes, but I couldnt just walk away , not after knowing part of him didnt really want me to go. That there HAD been a connection between us, and not just physically. I should do the right thing by him, AND by my new friend. God, I couldnt mess around with my new friends father. Hannah had taken me under her wing the first day I arrived to school. She was popular, and I had been too at my previous school. But it was always hard being the new girl in school. Hannah was sweet, she wasnt a petty popular girl that got off on the power of being popular, she was nice to everyone, no matter what group of clique they were part of. She was kind and thoughtful and silly, and easy to talk to. I valued her friendship, even if I'd only known her for a few months. I couldnt lose her, because she felt like someone I'd have in my life forever. I didn't want to fuck that up by screwing around with her dad. God, I'd fucked my friends father. Sure, I hadnt known at the time, but now I knew, and I still...wanted him. I was a terrible person. For lying to Liam. and for now harboring the secret trsyt with my new best friends father, AND for just having his hand on my breast less than an hour ago. 

I sit with Hannah, listening to music, we turn it down, talk for a bit, and then turn it back up and just lay in the sun. 

"I burn easy...I'm going to head inside..wash the sun screen off, you good?" I ask her. 

"Mhm" she says and then rolls over onto her stomach.

"I'll probably stay out here for a bit, you good to chill inside alone, I can come in if you want" she says.

"No, that's fine, just dont fall asleep and turn into a lobster" I say and she makes her hand into mock lobster claws and "pinches" my ankle and I laugh. 

"I'll be inside." I say as I grab my towel and brush off the sand from my legs, grab my sandals and hop from foot to foot across the hot sand till I reach the small set of wooden steps and walk up to the deck of her fathers beach house and I stop as I see him sitting there shirtles, in pair of wim trunks, under a large umbrells that gives shade over the patio table. He lifts his head from book he's reading. I swallow as his eyes fall down over my body. His nostril flares and his jaw ticks, as if he's angry with my body. I'm wearing a plain black two piece string bikini. 

"Sit." he says and nods to the chair. I cant tell if its a friendly invitation or if he's comanding it. His voice is on the edge , leaning either way. 

"Is that a request or a command?" I ask as I walk again, moving over towards the table. 

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head and picks his book back up and offers no other words as if he's now disinterested in talking to me anymore, or my company. 

I walk around, picking the seat beside him, laying my towel over the back of the chair and sitting down, propping my forearms on the arm rests, and crossing my legs. 

"Books is a subject we didn't cover." I say as I tilt my head, trying to see the cover or the title of what he's reading. We talked about so many things that night, so many of interests matching and aligning, and my age had to go and ruin it all.

He doesn't speak , just keeps reading. 

"I like to read too." I say, and he still doesnt look up. Why did he tell me to sit if he was just going to ignore me? I suppose I deserved some kind of "Revenge" or punishment for lying to a forty year old man just so he would take me home with him and let me connect with him on ANOTHER level. 

"I like pretty much any kind of fiction. Thrillers, mystery, horror, contemporary, fantasy, sci fi, ...smut."  I say and this gets me his attention. His eyes lift, only for a second. They narrow slightly and then fall back to his book.

"What are you reading?" I ask. 

When he doesnt answer, I clench my jaw, growing annoyed by his silence.

"Is it Lolita?" I ask. And yep, that totally gets me a reaction.

He slaps the books shut and smacks it onto the table. 

"Think you're funny?" he snarls at me. 

"No, I think you're being rude, and I just wanted you to say SOMETHING, instead of ingore me, since YOU are the one that told me, or asked me to sit here with you." I give him attitude right back. 

He flips the book over to the front cover and shoves it across the table. 

I fight the little smirk pulling at my lips and lift my nose into the air. 

"Was that so hard?" I ask and he grumbles and I grab the book and pick it up. 

I scrunch my nose. 

"Looks like we found something we DONT have in common." I say as I push the book back over with a "blech" noice and face and swear I see a small smirk. 

"I read OTHER things too. But sometimes I read for actual knowledge, and to learn things." 

"Well arent you special?" I tease and his eyes sparkle slightly as I tease him, much like I did at the bar that night. 

"Well what OTHER things do you like to read, besides War History" I shiver at the topic and shudder and he bites back his amusement again. 

"I read a bit of everything, like yourself." he says and then pushes the book away and leans more comfortably in his chair. 

"Romance?" I ask lifting a brow. 

He shrugs. "I've read a few I guess, I suppose that's not my favorite genre of Fiction. I prefer Fantasy, or Sci Fi, Thrillers, Horror. Not really big on the Romance." 

"Shocker." I say and he huffs as small laugh.

"Because men cant like romance?" He asks.

I roll my eyes. "You're putting words in my mouth." 

At that comment, he licks his lips slightly and shifts slightly in his chair and I wonder if he's also thinking about other things he's put in my mouth. 

"Romance is just statisically bought by female consumers more than men. I think more men SHOULD read romance, they'd learn a thing or two." I say and he huffs a laugh. 

"Such as?" He asks. 

"Well..conventional romance, you know, the kind with a little bit of spice, but not too much, it would teach them that girls just want a guy to actually fucking LIKE them. And treat them like their queen."

"You dont think some of the men in your books are unrealistic?" he asks. 

I roll my eyes. "Only to guys who are too lazy to put in the effort to show their girlfriend, or wife or whoever, that they appreciate them." 

"The men in my romacne books are more realistic than the dragons in fantasy, or the ghosts in thrillers and horror."

"You dont believe in ghosts?" he asks. 

My eyebrow cocks.  "You DO?" I ask and he smirks. 

"I dont know if I do or not." he says and I smile. 

"What about aliens?" I ask. 

The corner of his lips lift again. 

"What about them?" he asks, cocking his head .

"Do you believe in them?" I ask. 

"Of course." he says. and It my turn for my lips to turn up.

"Good answer. Anyone who doesnt believe that there is other life out there is an imbecile." I say and he gives a soft laugh.

"Agree." he says.

I chew the inside of my cheek as we look at each other. 

Several beats pass and I sit up straighter and sigh.

"Look, I really am sorr-"

"Don't." he says and my mouth pauses and I shut it slowly. 

"Let's just sit here. And keep talking. Or not talk. But I dont want anymore apologies." he says and I lick my lips and lean back in my chair. 

"Okay." I say. 

We sit there and keep staring at one another, it's not even awkward, and it's not hard at all to hold the eye contact. The only thing hard about it, is how those green eyes have haunted my dreams for two weeks, missing the way they sparkled at me when he talked, or the way they looked at me while I was ontop of him, his cock inside of me, riding him slow, riding him fast, riding him till I came on his cock and he came inside of me. 

I bite my lip, shifting in my seat slightly as I think about those eyes over me, my legs around him while he praised my pussy while thrusting into it over and over. 

I uncross my legs and gently give his leg a little playfully kick on his calve and he smirks and I lower my foot, then pick it back up a few moments later and gently slide my foot along his ankle and up his calf and he keeps his eyes on mine. Flirting with him, the way I did right before we left the bar. My heel brushing along his pant leg as he sat on the stool beside me. But now my foot was bare and so was his leg, and I bite my lip at the sight of the hair on his legs, my eyes lifting to his eyes, then dipping to his chest, and the light dusting of chest chair there.

He reaches down, grabbing my foot, lifting it up and placing it on his lap. I chew my lip and watch him rub my foot lightly, then grabbing it with both hands as he keeps his eyes on mine, a small smirk on his lips as he pushes his thumbs up and down the arch of my foot and sigh, melting a little into my chair, a soft moan escaping me. 

"That feels good" I say, and close my eyes and lean my head back as he keeps moving his thumbs against the heel of my foot. 

Several minutes go by and Im almost ready to pass out, being put to sleep by the single foot massage, when his hand slides up my calve and to my inner knee, my breath hitches and my eyes open and I lift my eyes to his. He's sitting up, leaning forward, his hand drops, grabbing my chair and pulling it closer.

"what are you-"

"shh" he shakes his head and hushes me as my knee is now bent, my foot on his lap still, pressed against his thigh. 

His hand slips up my leg , over my knee, and then coasts down the inside of my thigh and I gasp slightly, my leg shaking slightly as his fingers glide back up softly over my skin.

"I know I told you to leave." he says. 

I swallow as his hand slips back down and I scoot myself forward slightly on the chair and grab the fucking arm rest as my legs fall apart wider. He smiles and looks down. 

"But I dont think.....I dont think I want you to go .....I think you should stay" he says and his fingers dance over the fabric of my bottoms and I suck in a breath, my nipples hardening and he brushes his kunckle over the slit of my pussy through the bikini bottom. 

"Will you stay Violet?" he asks and I nod, biting my lip, whimpering softly as he then curls his fingers around my bottoms, tugging them to the side, my other leg lifting and I carefully  place it on the fucking edge of the table, spreading myself wide as he groans while looking at my pussy.

"Fuck Violet" he groans, and his wrist turns and I look down and watch as his plam faces up and his middle finger pushes inside of me slowly.

"I've been dreaming of this pussy everynight Violet" he says and his finger slides out, a second joining as he slides them both back in and I moan. 

"Liam" I breathe.

"I  know I shouldnt want you...that even thought the damage is done, and I've already had you...i shouldnt use that to justify the way I still want you...god I want you Violet" he groans, his fingers curling and I moan, biting my lip, nodding

"I want you too" I breathe. "So much, I want you so much" I whimper.

"I'm sorry Im not older...i'm sorry for lying....but i want you, I want you so fucking bad" I moan and he groans. 

"It'll have to be quick" he groans. I nod several times. 

"uhhuh" I moan and he draws his fingers out of me and tilts his head towards the house.

"Inside, now." he groans.