EroticReverie

Savannah - A Few hours later...

We've eaten our weight in baked goods and other foods, and I've had about a gallon of Peach Lemonade. And I watched Beau, hands behind his back, bury his face in a peach pie and lick the fucking thing clean, and take first place in the pie eating contest. It didn't help my attempts at "behaving" myself, because yeah, I definitely wasnt  the only female watching Beau Brooks devour that pie, wishing it was their pussy. Pretty sure I even saw Beatrice the sweet old book store lady give my man and bashful smile and blush after he came down from the stage, with his mini trophy and peach goop still covering his face. 

I squealed as he wrapped an arm around me and leaned down and rubbed his face back and forth over mine. Everyone laughing, right along with us, a few older men and guys our age cheering him on and laughing. I grab his face, laughing, trying to push it away, as he gets it all over me. I scrunch my nose when he finally relents, a big smile on his face, those god damn dimples. I swear the secret to world peace is in those dimples. I grab him behind the neck, pulling him back to me, and he raises his brows thicking im going to give him a kiss, instead I lock my tongue over one of those fucking dimples and along his cheek. This gets us even more laughter, and cheers. 

"gross!" A little girl says. 

"ewwww" a little boy says at the same time loudly, which only makes the laughter around us increase tenfold. 

"Easy now darlin, careful before I throw your ass up on that stage, lay you on the table and show everyone what I was imagining while I had my face buried in pie" he whispers and I swat his chest. 

"you've got the best fucking pie Savannah, thanks for the motivator darlin" he whispers and I gasp and shove him, even though, what I really want to do is throw my self on the god damn table and beg him to eat me out. 

"Let's go get cleaned up" he laughs. Tapping my nose with his finger tip. 

"Here" he says handing me the trophy.

"this is yours" he says. 

I laugh. "Im not the one who ate the pie" I say, pushing it back in his hands as we walk through the crowd, now moving onto the next event. A "Bobbing for Peaches" contest, starting with kids, and going onto adults. 

"Good job Beau" a female voice draws his attention as we get to the sidewalk. He pauses for a second, turning his head. 

"Oh" he laughs slightly. "Yeah, thanks." he gives a little nod. 

I look to the girl, she's tiny and short, she's short enough that she's probably closer to Beaus damn dick size than his height. Immediately, I hate her. Not because she's short, because she's giving him a flirtly smile and bating her fucking eyes at him, and im standing, right, fucking, here.  Also, because she's the same bitch who had been eyeballing me the entire night at the field parties. 

"You ate the pie I made." she smiles and keeps walking over, there's a few girls with her, small little smirks on their faces, and they glance at me, and one rolls their eyes, as if i'm not truly worth looking at. 

"Oh, didnt know." Beau says and then looks at me, I can see him turn his head toward me, but my eyes are on little miss peach pie, and hers are on him. 

"Well, thanks I guess, we're gonna go get cleaned up. See ya" he says. 

"You always did love my pie." she says and I grit my teeth. Because im pretty sure she's talking about the one between her legs, but I dont want to over react, because I cant exactly read her. She doesnt seem like the type to make sexual innuendos like that, at least not in front of other people. So maybe she really is just talking about pie. 

Beau is looking at me again, my eyes are fucking daggers on her.  and I hear him curse slightly before speaking to her. 

"Jenny, I think you should-"

She steps closer to him, as if Im fucking invisible. 

"If you ever want more...you have my number." she says and I feel my eyes widen, and I can hear the girls with her giggle slightly, and murmur something to one another. And that's it. I don't give a shit if she's talking about pie or her pussy, Im going to slap the shit out of her. 

The second I move, Beau is already stepping between us as she jumps back with a gasp. I dont even get to raise my hand above my fucking waist to yank her fucking bleach blonde hair from her head, before Beau has me stuffed behind him, arms out slightly to keep me from dodging around him. 

"No thanks." Beau says and Jenny finally looks at me. Disgust on her face, and half shitting her pants over the fact I almost lunged at her. The girls with her are  wide eyed, hands clutching their invisbile pearls as they look at me like im a zoo animal who just escaped her enclosure ready to rip their friend to shreds. And they're not fucking wrong. 

"I prefer APPLE pie now, and Savannah has, a real ..real...good recipe..." he says and even though I still want to rip her hair out, I calm a fraction hearing him basically telling her to take her shit peach pussy pie and kick rocks. 

Jenny huffs and looks at me, and back to him as if she's waiting for him to magically change his mind or something. Her friends, looking back and forth between their friend, me and Beau, waiting for something to happen, or more of a reaction from their friend Jenny. 

"In fact.." Beau adds, and then pulls me to his side , arm over my shoulder. 

"Her apple pie ..I just can't get enough, I eat it everyday, her apple pie has me licking my fingers clean everytime, doesnt it Darlin?" he says and my thighs push together. Did he just...oh god, he really just said that, basically telling his ex, or whoever the hell she is, that he devours my "pie".  

"best goddamn pie i've ever had...only pie I want.....so....dont think i'll be using your number anytime soon Jen." he says. 

"Let's go darlin" he says, tugging me to the side, as little miss fucking Jenny stands there slack jawed, and her friends are too. They're speechless and so am I honestly. 

"I cant believe you just told her you eat my pussy everyday." I say and he laughs as we keep walking.

"Well if I didnt say something, or shut her up, she wouldv'e kept trying to flirt with me, and I wouldve had to bail you out of jail once you ended up starting a cat fight." he says. 

"I wanted to rip her hair out." I growl. 

Beau chuckles and turns me, and I look around him, the girls already walking away, not looking back, my eyes go back to him. 

"I know you did Darlin, and damn, you're pretty hot when you're ready to those claws out. You ever fight a girl before?" he cocks a brow. 

"No" I huff. He smiles slightly and tips his head to the side and lifts his hands to my face.

"Did you fuck her?" I ask and her smirks and shakes his head. 

"But you ate her fucking pie?" I growl and tries to hold back a laugh, and it only makes me more angry. But im not even angry with him, Im angry with her. With the fact she'd be so disrespectful. I didnt care if girls didnt like me, if they talked shit about me. But  to hit on my boyfriend? WHILE IM STANDING THERE? That's takes some fucking balls, and is such a shitty thing to do. Girls that werent a "Girls girl" pissed me off. Catty bitches, petty bitches, pissed me off. And i was mistake for thinking southern girls were any different from the girls in New York. No, they were the same, they just hid their toxic Mean Girl bullshit behind bigger hair and faker fucking smiles, snakes that disguised themselves as country fucking "peaches". Bitches is what they were. AT least Jenny was, and her friends. 

"You ate her fucking pie!" I say and shove him with a disgusted huff.

"Savannah" he says, half laughing, half trying not to laugh and smirking as he bites his lips together. 

"It's not funny!" I say and shove him again. 

"No , but it's adorable" he says and I growl, and shove him again. 

"I'm pissed! and im NOT adorable" I say and he laughs and  I push him again, and he lets me back him against the front of a shop window. 

"oh you very much are adorable, making my dick hard too" he smirks, and I growl, and glower at him. 

"Shut up" I hiss. 

"Okay." he smiles, and leans back against the window and crosses his arms. I huff and cross mine too and he laughs.

"And stop laughing at me." I grumble. 

"So you didnt fuck her, but you ate her out, ...has she sucked your dick?" I ask. 

"Savannah, jesus" he laughs. "whys it fuckin matter?" 

"Because i'm going to kick her right in her fucking peach pie if she-"

His laughter is loud, and his arms uncross, holding his belly.

"Beau! Stop laughing! Answer me!" I say, becoming frustrated. 

"Come here you little lunatic" he says, still laughing and pulls me to him. 

"answer me" I whine as he pulls me against him, one arm around my back, the other coming between us as he grips my jaw and tilts my head back, a big smile on his face, shaking his head, inhaling, taking a breath, exhaling, his smile fading slightly

"yes, alright? She's given me head." he says.

"I fuckin knew it" I scowl and he grips my jaw tighter and then dips his head down, smiling as he goes to kiss me. 

"Dont kiss me with your peach pussy pie mouth" I hiss as I tilt my head back and away from him, making him laugh. 

"I'm an apple man now Savannah." he says. "Now give me that fucking mouth." he says, gripping my jaw even tighter, his arm hooking me tighter by my back and I suck in a breath as he brings his mouth to mine. 

"i hate her" I exhale. "I hate them all..i hate anyone who's had you" I say nearly breathless as he keeps smiling, his mouth breathing over mine.

"I hate them too darlin." he says.

"bullshit, if i wasnt here, never came here, you'd still be eating all the peach pies you could get your hands on" I argue, just to fucking argue and he knows it, because he smirks and brushes my lips with his lightly. 

"i could eat every peach pie in this town Savannah....isn't going to change how good you fucking taste on my tongue darlin....my pretty fucking apple pie" he says, softly laughing and I huff, and whimper. 

"Shut up, i hate you" I sigh and he laughs a bit more. 

"Yeah?" he asks, teasing, nudging my nose with his. I nod, both of us torturing ourselves as our mouths hover. 

"Show me how much you hate me Miss Flowers" he whispers, and my knees fucking knock as they tremble and he smirks. 

"you like that Darlin, me calling you by your last name?" he asks and I nod. 

"I love everything you call me" I admit and he smiles, his nose brushing mine.

"show me how much Savannah" he says and his hand on my jaw slips back behind my head, and his fingers slip into my hair, grabbing it as my toes lift me the last centimeters to his mouth, and I kiss him soft and slow, then hard and fast, making out with him in the middle of the street, one of his hands in my hair, the other arm around my back, drops and his hand grabs my ass through my dress, scrunching the fabric in his grip, and i feel the back of my sundress lift slightly up the backs of my thighs. 

"oh you really hate me darlin" he mutters on my mouth. 

I nod. "uh huh" 

"hate me harder Savannah" he groans, his hand grabbing my ass harder, pulling me against him, my back arched slightly, and Im leaned back as he brushes his lips over mine, and dips his head even lower, his mouth moving along my jaw, over my neck, and down over the swell of my breasts.

"hate me all you want Darlin" he says and then kisses back up my neck and to my ear. 

"Alright Brooks!" A voice calls, making me gasp, and making Beau lift his head. 

"Get yer hands off that girl like that in public, aint you got no respect for her !?" Harold yells from across the street. I blink my eyes several times. Did grumpy old Harold just...defend my honor? I duck my head, covering my face with one hand. 

"Girl, don't go making me tell yer aunt Carolanne what yer up to!" he warns me and I give a little lift of my hand and nod.

"Got it." I say and he huffs, Harold standing there scowling at Beau like he pissed in his Cheerios. 

"I mean it girl!" He says. 

"I know" I say loudly. 

"what?!" He yells , unable to hear me. 

"I said I know!" I yell louder.

"Leave those poor kids alone Harold!" Beatrice yells, walking up the street now. 

"they're suckin face on the sidewalks!" He yells at Beatrice.

"Harold, dont you go raisin your voice to me like that, I'll knock you silly." Beatrice wags her finger in the air at him. 

"I dare ya!" He eggs her on. 

I cant help but laugh , Beau is too as we watch them go back and forth. 

"You've had too much of that Peach Lemonade" Beatrice huffs. "You're all wound up! Like a little kid!" 

"I aint little in anyway, and you know it Beatrice" he huffs and my eyes widen and my jaw drops.

Beatrice's gasp can probably be heard across the world. 

"Harold!" she says , and grabs the newspaper off the little table that Harold sits at outside his store and whacks him right upside the head.

"Quit it!" he says, swatting the paper away as she keeps rapping it over his head. 

"I said quit it now! You're gonna get your blood pressure all worked up!" he says.

"I always knew Harold had a thing for Beatrice's pie." Beau whispers and I whip around and look at him, mouth wide. 

"You did NOT just reference that sweet old ladies pie Beau!" I say as I  shove him. 

He scrunches his nose. "yeah, i did, kinda regret it though" he says and we both laugh, turning our heads, watching as Beatrice still bats the shit out of Harold's back as she scolds him, and follows him into his shop.

"That's gonna be us one day Hollywood" he says and I roll my eyes, half hoping the Hollywood nickname was lost in the mix of all the others i adored so much more, but also...loving the return of it. 

I laugh at the image in my head of me as Beatrice, whacking the shit out of Beau for something filthy he said to me in front of other people , or embarrassing me in some other way. 

"I have a feeling i'd need a lot of newspapers." I say and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as my back faces him, and he rests his chin on my head as we watch in the window. Beatrice lifting her arms, yelling, Harold yelling right back. Seconds later, Harold is moving over, kissing her on the mouth. My brows pop.  

"Man, she really hates him." Beau says, and I smirk, hearing the smirk in his voice. 

"yeah she does." I say and he kisses the top of my head. 

"Let's go, unless you're into...old people porn." 

"Theyre just kissing" I laugh.

"For now." 

"Gross Beau" I say. 

He laughs, and I look one last time as we start to walk away, back at the window. Imagining my life fifty, sixty years from now.....would I be arguing with Beau here in this town? Still fighting with him just because I can, and because he lets me? Still "Hating" him as much as I do? The more I think about it.....it gets harder to picture it any other way. 

I look to Beau as we walk, his head turning to look at me. 

"What now Darlin?" he asks. 

"I don't hate you." I say and she smiles softly.

"Yeah, had a feelin about that being a lie." he says and then winks at me, and I sigh. 

I stop in the street, and he stops, my hand still in his. The words on the tip of my tongue as I open my mouth. Just fucking say it Savannah, I tell myself in my mind as I stare up ar Beau. My six foot six , own personal cowboy, with his brown hair and brown eyes, perfect smile, and dimples. What's it matter if you say it? Just say it. You feel it anyways, whether or not the words come out of your mouth. 

The sun is getting lower in the sky, a stream of it , pouring across his face, making his brown eyes sparkle with gold.

"You're beautiful." I say and then exhale. 

I see a flash of something on his face, before his smile picks back up. 

"Thank you" he says and then grabs my other hand and lifts both of my hands up and puts them on his shoulders as the live band starts a slow song. I can hear the mans voice and the music of the band, the sounds of all the people moving about on the street not far from where we stand in the middle of the street. 

"you're welcome" I say and he smiles, placing his hands on my hips, shifting them up and my stomach does a somersault as he makes me stand on my tip toes, right on his boots.

"I'll ruin your boots" I say. 

"you couldnt ruin anything Savannah, not a damn thing" he says and then slips a hand behind my head and leans down, pressing his mouth to mine. Kissing me slow and soft, modestly, no tongue, so sweet and and his breath shudders on my lips.

"What's wrong?" I ask, opening my eyes, looking at him, his eyes closed, his forehead pressed to mine. 

"Sometimes ...it's just hard to breathe around you Savannah" 

"Beau..." I say, half not believing him, thinking he's just giving me a line, or saying something sweet. 

"I'm serious...i forget how to breathe...how to speak....just lookin at you does it....kissing you does it too...it's like my brain forgets how to do anything else , because all it can do is focus on you..." he exhales. 

"keep kissing me darlin" he says, sliding his hand up in my hair, gently pulling it and pushing his mouth over mine and I moan softly, my hands on his shoulders, sliding along them, behind his neck, wrapping my arms around his neck , his hand dropping from my hair, both arms around my back as he lifts me off my toes, my dress riding up a bit, but I dont care.

I'm off my feet, crushed against his chest , wrapped in his arms, and him wrapped in mine as our mouths parts, our tongues deciding , to hell with the fact there are people around. And Beau kisses me like he means it...every..single ...time...kisses me like I'm the air he claims I steal from him, like he can't live without my lips on his. 

It's only been a week of being his girlfriend, and a little bit more than that of knowing him at all. 

"I love you." I breathe as our mouths part slightly, still hovering. He stills, and I swallow hard. Panic coursing through me, my heart pretty much stopping. Shit. I said it. I said it before him. What if this was a joke, what if Im a game, the stupid NEw York girl who..

"I love you right back Savannah...been loving you darlin." he says, cutting off my crazy girl spiral of worst case scenarios. 

"are you sure?" I ask and he smiles, cupping my cheek, my toes back on his boots.

"It was at first sight darlin....i knew I was yours the second those heels hit the pavement and saw your face behind those big ole sunglasses" 

I smile at him. 

"You remember what I was wearing?" I ask, lifting a brow. 

"Savannah, I will never, ever forget, anytime I've laid eyes on you. I keep every look I take at ya, locked away, right up here." he taps his temple. 

I raise my brow with a smile. 

"You don't believe me" he smirks. 

I shrug.

"Red heels...they matched your lips...some fancy little dress....white...thin straps....with a maddening low neck line...god, you made my jeans so tight darlin..." he groans and I bite my lip. 

"what else" I exhale. 

 "it was backless......and your hair was up in a high ponytail....you looked like trouble....you looked so fucking good in that lipstick darlin.....those heels...showing off your legs....showing every fucking curve in that tight dress, like it was nothin...no god damn clue you had me falling in love on sight....you looked......you looked like...mine." he says.

I whimper, pulling my mouth back up to his.

" I love you Cowboy" I breathe. His hands grabs my ass. 

"I love you ..my Savannah"