Author: Not Late Kate
Title: Living in Devin's World
Part: 1 of 7
Summary: Devin Fawkes leads a boring teenage life in the suburbs until things get out of hand with her much older neighbor.
Keywords: Mf, nc, reluc, drugs, blackmail
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Without further ado: the story.
Prologue: Devin's Got a Date!
When Devin Fawkes leans forward in class, her long straight brown hair covers up her earbuds. It is so much easier to tune out in the back of class if there is music and no one is paying attention. Of course, getting no attention isn't really much of a problem for Devin when Piper is around. Devin glanced up from under bangs and Ratatat sound-tracked reverie at her comely friend.
Piper Emerbrie was everything that most girls wish they could be at that age, maybe any age. She's on the yearbook staff, and will probably be an editor when she's a senior in 2013. She is on the basketball cheer squad, and the only reason she wasn't on the football cheer squad it conflicts with cross country - which was where she and Devin became friends. Being on the cheer squad had benefits, too. The dress code forbade short skirts and bare shoulders, but the cheer uniforms were exempt from dress code rules. But it wasn't just her looks, perfect dancer's body, and grace that made her the envy of all sentient females. She was smart, too. She got great grades, made the honor role consistently, but she wasn't a GPA monger like Baxter, Brian, and Indra. She's also about the nicest person on the planet. And blonde. And perfect. Whatever.
Piper smiled over her bare shoulder at Devin, gesturing to the note palmed in her hand. Devin would have preferred a text, it's much easier to hide than a note, but Piper was limited to 1000 texts a month. Lame. A glance surmised Mr. Franklin was distracted writing the next problem up on the board, so Devin acquiesced and took the note.
-D, you going with Baxter?-
'Really? Wow, it's not like it really matters,' she thought. Baxter had asked her out to the movies, which was pretty much where they were all going anyway. It could be called a date, except that Piper was going to be there with Jake the third (senator in training), and Sarah would undoubtedly be there. Add that Jake's friends would probably be there - none of whom really clicked with Devin. Blah blah blah, so the whole thing would be this great big social hang out. Not even a date.
At least Baxter would be an early ride home if she wanted to bail. Devin gave Piper a slow half smile. Piper read the taciturn expression as a "Yes!" screamed from the rafters and she gave a big toothy excited Piper-Grin. Even as a goofball, Piper really was beautiful.
Between classes, on the way to history, Devin pondered wordlessly while Sarah caught up with Piper over the latest something or other.
'Everyone will probably end up hanging out in front of the Jackson's Chocolates anyway,' she thought. 'Only difference is Baxter will be there... possibly thinking it's a date. Possibly hanging all over me... Salivating like a Pavlovian mutt. Ew. Or worse, he'd be trying to act [i]cool[/i], which means he'd basically be a total poser/faker/cam-whore.'
Devin sighed to herself and wondered, not for the first time, if she was a 'lezzy'. Well, if anyone was going to go lezzy it would be for Piper or Sarah the Buxom. She shuddered at the though of going lezzy on her friends and hugged her notepad closer. The thought felt vaguely incestuous. Yuck. That thought didn't go very far. 'Well, if I'm not a lezzy and not into any of the boys I ever meet, maybe I'm just an asexual freak.'
"Devin, you holding out on me?"
"Huh?" Devin looked back at Sarah.
"You didn't tell me Baxter asked you to the movies!"
"Oh, yeah," she trailed off.
Piper interjected, "Well it just happened this morning, it was soooo sweet. Devin, you tell."
Devin smiled her own dorky smile, "Well, I was waiting for Piper at the caff sitting at a table reading and he just came sat next to me. He said, 'Finished your Austin already?' cause last time I was reading Jane Austin."
She could tell she was losing Sarah's focus already... and didn't really care. Devin continued, "I nodded, so he goes, 'Bronte's better anyway.' so I go, 'Which one?' he goes, 'both,' I'm like whatevs, so he says, 'Tell you what, Jane Eyre comes out this Friday. Let's go, if that isn't better than Pride, I'll buy dinner. I said, 'I think everyone else is going to see the Michael Bay flick.'"
"Oh my god, you did not, Piper, I thought you said she didn't blow this guy off too."
"Let her tell it," Piper urged.
"Please, I'm going to die of boredom, does this story end with a BJ or what?"
"Uhm, no, and ew. We just got sidetracked and then Piper got there and I didn't really give him an answer, so right before first period he grabbed my hand and told me to let him know in English."
Piper piped in, "And they totally had a moment."
"Did not!"
Piper looked at her knowingly, "For a minute there I swear he was going to kiss you."
Devin shrugged, but she let the small half smile slip.
Sarah gasped, "And you would have let him, oh em jee, you little slut."
Devin rolled her eyes, "Oh my god, really Sarah? Really?"
"No that's okay, I- well I am really happy for you. And I hope you have many O's and many babies that are all like, 'Oh forsooth hence forthwith anon-'"
"Shut up!"
The three walked in smiles to English class. The silence lasted a few steps.
"You going to name them Austin and Brontay?"
Devin bit her lip to keep quiet, and Piper smirked.
"Or you could have Baby-Mister-Darsey. Ooh, what about the British guy who played, Mister Darsey - Hugh Laurie?"
Devin stayed quiet about as long as she could.
"Really, Sarah? Hugh Laurie? Hugh Grant!"
"HA! I knew it, you're having his babies!"
And that was the first thing Baxter heard when they walked into English class.
Chapter 1: Devin's (sort of) Date
Phillip Kushing was fighting a bush. A thorned, overgrown, vine-twisted, man-eating, homeowner's-association-piss-offing bush. He was drenched in sweat at 3:30 on a Friday, sweat that soaked into the long sleeves and jeans he'd worn to protect against the stickers, thorns, and bugs. One might have suggested he not take the day off of work and maybe do that yard work in the evening, but he had a hidden reason for this apparent idiocy.
She lived two doors down on their U-shaped road that left their houses back to back separated by bushes and yard. He'd known her when she was just a scamp running around the neighborhood. She'd always been a little cutie and her mom was always a really friendly woman, though her father was a little bit of a recluse. He was 21-ish when he first moved in and much more energetic. Sometimes when he was out and about in the neighborhood or when he was visiting his neighbors, Devi and the other neighborhood kids would come charging at him chanting, "Spin me! Spin me!" And so he would, sometimes by the arms, sometimes hand and foot, flying like superman, and they would always squeal in innocent delight.
Devin's mother always liked Phil, but she really came to trust him on that one October day. Little Devi was trying to learn how to skateboard. Clad in her helmet, knee pads, and sk8urgrrl clothes, she was determined and utterly fixated on staying on the board. She was so focused that she didn't see the car coming around the bend in the road far too fast. In a flash, she felt a hard yank and was flung from the board right before a loud honking horn and the terrifying crack of splintering wood. Her board was shattered and Phil's knee was bloodied, but he'd yanked her out of the way of a reckless driver.
Later, when Devin told her mother the tale in the kitchen as Mrs. Fawkes's attended to his scrape, Phillip became the most trusted non-member of the Fawkes family.
But that position of trust now just added to the guilt Phil felt for the flutter he would always feel watching Devin jog by in her cross country outfit. Still, he couldn't help but drink in the lovely form of her body now in bloom. The red flush in her cheeks and sweat glistening off her skin, from exertion as she ran, sometimes in an oversized t-shirt, but more recently in a green spandex sports crop top. He loved to just catch a glimpse of that bare midriff. In his mind's eye it was a full 8 inch strip of soft feminine flesh, when in reality, it was barely three fingers width and her shorts almost always came up so high as to cover her navel. But sometimes, alone at night, he'd imagine her wearing something much more skimpy, shorts sitting low on her hips, the full length of the cleft of her abs that trailed down to her perfect navel. Her thumbs hooking into those bottoms and pushing down...
"Hey, Mr. Kushing?" Her voice jerked him out of his fantasy.
Phil smiled back to the young beauty wiping some sweat onto his sleeve, "Hey Devin, how's it going?"
"Not bad, what'cha doing home on a Friday, Mr. Kushing," she asked with a casual smile.
"Yardwork," he grunted, extricating himself from the vines, "and bleeding. And what's with the Mr. Kushing stuff? You're making me feel thirty."
For a moment she'd thought he'd said 'dirty', but maybe not. "Yeah, no, I just thought I'd be funny, you know." Sometimes she wished she could be more witty. Or more interesting, like some of the women Phil dated from time to time.
"So you just getting back from school?" Still slightly embarrassed at his own fantasies, he tried not to look at her while he talked to stay detached.
"Nah-"
"Jeez is it 4 o'clock already?"
"Nope, I just cut out fifth period and went for a run."
Phil chuckled shaking his head, "Wow."
"What? It's just study hall."
He chuckled even more knowingly this time and looked back at her, "First, I know you have government for your last class, and second, aren't you even the least bit scared that I'll get you in trouble?"
She batted her eyes at him, "You, Mister Kushing? Nah, you love me too much."
He dropped his load of vines, and turned to regard her. There she was in all her glory, hands clasped and beaming with coy innocence. Her hair shining light brown in the sun, pulled back away from her face in a pony tail with her bangs matted with sweat from her run. Her lovely lean bare arms were clasped together sweetly as she posed for him. Did she know how much her overly innocent act pushed his interest up just as her arms held just so such pushed her modest breasts together under her faded powder blue tank top? Probably not. He probably shouldn't let his eyes linger too long on her smooth bare legs either...
So instead he just sighed and shook his head in acquiescence, "You, you're trouble - nothing but."
"Me?" she asked, "Little ole me?"
"Get outta here!"
She giggled and dodged his halfhearted swat, and started to head on. "You better watch it kiddo, or I'll get you grounded."
"Ha!"
"Yeah, then you won't be able to go to the movies with your buddies."
"How'd you know-"
"Please," he smirked, "You guys always do the same thing every Friday."
"Well, you're wrong, I have a date tonight," she retorted. Technically he wasn't wrong, but that didn't really matter. "And, what are you going to do, get into your broken hot tub with Clarissa?"
He paused for a moment. A moment longer than a moment. Devin worried that she'd hit a nerve somehow, even though his hot tub had been broken since before she'd gotten into high school. She'd teased him about on many occasions.
"Ehhhhh! Wrong on both counts. One, I had the hot tub repaired two weeks ago, and Clarissa is a no, for good."
As if mirroring what she assumed he must be feeling, Devin looked crestfallen. His tone was even and unaffected though. Was he hurting or not? She just couldn't tell. "What happened? Did you split up?"
"Meh, she just didn't turn out to be my type."
Devin nodded with excessive solemn gravity, "Are you okay?"
He grinned at her, "Yeah, she had too many piercings anyway."
Devin grinned back, "Uhm, yeah she did."
Their banter devolved into a back and forth of pin-cushions, porcupines, and jokes about the magnetic problems of Clarissa the artist. Today, more then most days, he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering over her young body and wondering what lucky kid would be taking Devin Fawkes out on a date tonight.
* * *
Baxter was a bust.
Well, not in everyone else's eyes, but definitely in Devin's. When he found out in class that the date was going to be more of a group thing, he seemed okay with it. Maybe even excited about it. Devin had been pleased that they could check out the lit-flick while the rest of the gang went to a prick-flick.
Maybe she should have gotten some kind of clue when he said, "I've got a surprise for you," in the car on the way to the mall. "It's in the trunk." Whatever it was, it clearly wasn't flowers, but she could hope.
He managed to get their whole clique there for the big reveal, a big bottle of Cutty Sark whiskey. The guys flipped, and even Sarah squealed, but Devin and Piper didn't say a word. They just exchanged glances: resigned frustration and condolences, respectively.
Preconceived notions are funny things. They can start as nothing but a wrong idea and gain momentum until they lead inexorably to self fulfillment in the rudest of ways. Baxter had a preconceived notion that 'cool kids' all love alcohol. He also had a hope that Devin would, with proper application of said alcohol, get a little loose and have a little *fun*. If nothing else he'd score cool points. So that dumb idea that led him to spirit away that most vile and harsh spirit - whiskey.
That dumb idea presented to the rest of them led to the dumb idea of skipping the movie altogether and heading to a park to drink.
To drink what? Warm whiskey.
At Baxter's insistence, she'd tried to imbibe some of that horrid liquid, but to her, just the mouthful she got was more than enough to get her bile up. A swallow left her mouth a hot mess of what she could only describe as, "rancid ichor." That - of course - got her mercilessly teased, even by Jake the junior senator-in-training when he and Piper returned from their excursion to get Coke as a mixer.
Piper pulled Devin aside, "Hey you okay?"
"Yeah, this is just a disaster," she replied in hushed tones, "It's not even 9:30 and..."
"I know it's a mess," Piper's soft eyes expressed her concern even more than her hand on Devin's shoulder. Normally, Devin wouldn't ever try to take control of a situation. She was more prone to going with the flow and letting other people decide what to do. If the whiskey hadn't tasted so terrible, she'd probably be as drunk as Sarah was getting, especially with Baxter's insistence that was starting to border on creepy.
They looked back to the group to see Sarah laughing openly and smacking one of the boys in the arm. She knew Baxter was sober, but that pretty much meant he was the only one.
That's when Piper took control.
"Hey Baxter? We're going home now, get your keys?"
Baxter looked confused, and Jake even more so when he chimed in, "Wait, who's going home?"
"Just us ladies, and you're driving," she replied, pointing to Baxter.
Baxter stammered while Jake cut in, "Babe, babe, what's going on? Party's not even started."
"Yeah, babe, I'm not really feeling this party," Piper replied.
"What's wrong, is it prissy-pants over there?" Devin didn't need to look up to know he was indicating her. Her blood boiled, but she kept her head lowered and pretended she was wearing ear buds.
Piper crossed her thin arms and cocked her hip as he tried to lean in closer, "Uhm, no, you took me to the movies and we didn't see one, you want us to drink a bottle of ass, and your breath smells like paint thinner," she added as she pushed him back, "Yeah, we're going home."
Despite Baxter and Jake's further complaints, Piper pushed past to collect Sarah. One of Jake's buddies who was taking a keen interest in Sarah snarked, "Fine, you two can go, but Sarah's cool, she's stickin' around."
Sarah, who'd only moments ago and giggling and enjoying his attentions turned on a dime and smiled at him, "Sorry babe, girl's gotta do."
Jake's buddy threw his hands up in the air, "Aw, lame dude!"
Jake's shoulders slumped, "Fine, I'll take you home, babe."
Piper stopped him with a admonishing sip of breath, "No, I'm not getting in a car with a drunk driver, Baxter's sober."
"What?"
Piper shrugged as Sarah whisked away the bottle. That stirred up the boys but Sarah just laughed, "Sorry boys, but you all gotta sober up before you go home."
So, in the blink of an eye, the remaining boys were alone with no liquor and no girls. They turned to each other.
"Sausage fest."
"Fail, dude."
"Epic fail, dude."
* * *
Baxter's car was filled with teen girl laughter on the way home, mostly at the boys' expense. At Sarah's insistence, Piper had a little more to drink just because Sarah wanted to see her ick face again. Piper's over the top gag and shudder spurred another round of laughter. Devin just felt happy to be with her friends.
From the front seat, Devin faced the back and ignored her "date". She didn't even bother giving him a kiss goodnight when they got back, just a wave, which prompted a drunk Sarah and a red faced Piper to burst in stifled giggles as he drove off. Devin turned back to regard her friends; three teenaged girls and an open bottle of whiskey loitering in front of a home with parents that were still awake.
Devin volunteered, "Well, we can't go in, not with that bottle."
"We're having a slumber party," Sarah beamed.
Devin shushed her, the last thing they needed was to get caught by her parents. Piper added, "Well, we can't just stay here."
Devin thought for a moment, then had a brainstorm, "Okay, what do you say to a hot tub until my parents go to sleep?"
Two arched eyebrows and smiles proved that was a winner of an idea. "Your parents got a hot tub?" Piper asked.
"Follow me," Devin smiled. Hopefully, he wouldn't be home, he was usually out Friday nights.
The three girls scurried to her backyard and waited while Devin snuck in for towels a swimsuit and some t-shirts. She stripped down quickly and quietly in the dark and pulled on her dark blue one piece and shorts before heading back outside. Luckily, all of Phil's lights were out, so the girls were hidden in shadows as they crept along the bushes like cartoon robbers.
They were incredibly impressed with Devin's daring as she pulled the cover off the hot tub with a whispered, "Ta-da! Now he might not be here or he might be asleep, but either way, you gotta keep quiet."
Sarah grinned, "Devin, you are such the rock star right now!" She immediately peeled off her tank-top and tight jeans while Devin fiddled with the controls. The lights on the inside of the tub came on and Sarah climbed up.
Illuminated by the lights, Devin found herself checking out Sarah's body. There was a reason she sometimes referred to her friend as 'Sarah the Buxom' in her head. Sarah was by far the curviest of the three with an unfair bounty up top, and a bum that filled out her jeans nicely. Her cups, indeed, did runneth over. She noticed the jiggle of her thighs and bum as she stepped into the tub.
"Oh my God, this is perfect," the buxom beauty whisper-squealed in delight.
Piper slipped off her sandles, sat up on the ledge, and tucked her knees in, spinning around toward the water. With perfect balance, she tucked her hair back behind her ears as she examined the water carefully. Piper had curled her hair for the evening, and those perfect blonde curls framed her delicate features beautifully in the waving waterlight. She'd worn a pink lace floral blouse over a white tank top and a cream cotton long length skirt that she bunched up to her knees. She kept everything on but the sandles. To Devin, it seemed, everything that Piper did, every motion, was controlled and intentional. It was probably the kind of grace that would come from all of the ballet she'd done when she was younger. Tentatively, and minding her skirt, Piper dipped her toes in the water.
Devin smiled slightly, realizing maybe she'd been watching Piper a little too closely, and looked back to the controls.
"Turn on the jets," Sarah suggested.
"No way," Devin abandoned the controls and her shorts and climbed up. She slid in to the water just in time to be met with the bottle presented to her by Sarah. "Oh fine," she said with an eye roll and took a swig.
* * *
Up in his bedroom, Phil turned off the TV and the Blu-Ray player. 'Well, one more movie off the queue.' He rolled over to go to sleep.
* * *
Devin and Piper took turns making ick faces for each other as they passed the bottle around. Sarah was determined to get them as drunk as she was, but the two of them were just taking tiny tiny sips of the vile stuff. Just the one real swig Devin had taken was starting to relax her.
"Hey D, you know what would be really hot?"
Sarah moved in to Devin and leaned forward over her. Devin suddenly blushed at the predatory look Sarah was giving her. Was she really that drunk? Was Devin drunk enough for this? Suddenly, Devin found her words choked up. "Wha?"
Piper's jaw dropped slowly as she held the bottle in hand, staring at her two best friends. Sarah reached her arms behind Devin's head slowly as she snaked forward sensually. Devin started sinking down into the tub, but as she got close, Sarah sprouted a mischeivous grin, reached past her and clicked on the jets. "Jets."
Piper squealed in laughter and Sarah grinned devilishly as the hot tub bubbled around them. Devin shrank, her face was hot from more than the water. She couldn't begin to say anything for fear of betraying the quiver in her stomach that would have turned into stammer at any words. Instead, she sought the liquid courage. "Gimme that."
Piper giggle, "Oh my God, I totally thought she was going to kiss you. Sarah, you totally had me there."
Sarah smiled, "Oh yeah, and you would have loved it too."
"Would not!" Devin complained lamely.
"Yeah, you woulda, cause I'm just that awesome."
Piper giggled and Sarah beamed with pride.
"The thought of it..." Devin took another swig and shuddered with an ick face, bringing around another round of laughter.
* * *
Phil sat up in bed. He thought he'd heard something faint before, but now he definitely heard something. It sounded like laundry. He got up and crept out of his bedroom. Then he heard the squeal of laughter. Instantly, he knew it was coming from his hot tub.
He could have decided any number of different courses of action, one dominated his mind. Perhaps he should be very quiet, keep the lights off, and see if he could get a better look.
He managed to navigate the dark in silence and was rewarded by an amazing sight. Three teenaged girls were plainly visible from his laundry room window. There were two girls he didn't know. One was wearing a light colored bra - she had to have been a D cup at least, she was curvy with wavy dark hair. The other girl was fully dressed and perched demurely on the side with her feet in the tub. She reminded him a little of Devin, but with curly blonde hair, and maybe a little smaller. The last girl, he knew. He could only see her from behind, but he knew it was Devin. 'I guess she was listening when I said I got it fixed.'
He thought about going out there, putting a stop to it - good idea. Or maybe trying to invite himself in to the party - bad idea. He admonished himself for the thought when he spied a bottle that Devin passed to the well endowed one.
He froze for a second. Was this really happening? Were three teen girls getting drunk in his hot tub. He decided to stay mouse quiet and get comfortable.
* * *
"Aren't you coming in Piper?"
"Yeah Pipe, come on," Devin added.
"I don't have a suit," she complained. The girls had given up the pretense of quiet and now spoke plainly.
"Neither do I, but I'm in."
Piper held her tongue, but Sarah sensed a crack in her resolve, "Come on it's just us girls."
Devin added, "Mister Kushing's obviously not home and with the bushes, no one can see."
Piper looked from one to the other, then stood up while biting her lip. The other two cheered as she pulled off her floral blouse, followed by her tank top. She then slipped out of her skirt revealing frilly white panties and a well padded pink bra on top. Both Devin and Phil were secretly transfixed with Piper's body. Though her breasts were modest compared to Sarah's, her abdomen was sleek with a center line that hinted at ab muscles. Her whole body was well toned from running and her skin was smooth and silky perfection. She posed and vamped a little unsteadily for her audience for all of 4 seconds, before giggling and splishing back into the water. Oddly, she crossed her arms under her bosoms as she got in keeping them up.
The curiosity got to Sarah first, "What are you doing?"
Devin added, "Yeah I was about to ask, it looks like you're cradling your boobs."
Piper replied, "I can't get my bra wet."
Devin nodded, but Sarah asked, "Why not?"
"Cause," she paused, "Unlike you, my boobs are mostly cotton padding, and if it gets wet, the bra - yeah it'll be bad."
"So? It'll dry," Sarah persisted.
"It'll take forever though, besides, if it's wet, it'll sag so much, I might as well not have one on."
Devin's wasn't sure where her thoughts should be going or what she should be saying, but part of her wanted... something. Without wholly understanding herself, she felt a little out of body as she suggested, "Would that be so bad?"
Piper looked shocked at Devin but she followed it up, "Come on Piper, it's just us, and we've seen each other after swimming in the summer, it's nothing bad."
For his part, Phil was tuned into every word, and was working his zipper as he thanked his lucky stars for Devin.
Piper turned around, and Phil stared in hopeful anticipation as she reached behind and unclasped the bra, then flung in to where her clothes lay. Her back was as perfect as her abs, toned and sexy. Even from his vantage point he could see her sleek muscles. She dipped down into the water and turned back around with a big toothy smile. The newly topless girl took the bottle more eagerly now and took a genuine swig/shudder/ick.
Phil couldn't stand it, he was rock hard and aching for a close up. He wished he'd had a video camera set up over his hot tub. The teasing was killing him. He knew he should feel like a pervert for it, but he couldn't help but grip himself again and again, hoping against hope that Devin would turn around and take off her top, too. He could only see her hair tied up in a bun and straps on her shoulders.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Piper sighed.
"Shit Pipe, I can't believe you're topless, I'm proud," Sarah smiled, "The boys would be jizzing their pants if they could see us now."
Devin chuckled in agreement.
Piper nodded and paused, "No, I mean drunk. Like ... I'm pretty sure - this is the first." Sarah stated giggling. "Wait, let me finish - This is... the first time... I'm drinking."
They all burst into giggles.
"You're dru-" Devin started.
"Yeah, I'm drunk," Piper finished.
Sarah giggled, "Lush, you barely had any at all."
Piper complained, "Hey, I drank in the car, meanie."
Sarah mused, "Well, you probably weigh like 80 pounds, so..."
"Oh my god, you're so mean," Piper pouted, "That's why, I love Devin." She added as she scooted over to Devin, holding the bottle aloft with one hand, and briefly flashing Phil her perfect b cups. "She's nice."
"Nicey nice girl, that's me," Devin shrugged, "Now gimmee that."
Piper's eyes perked up as wide as saucers suddenly, "Is it your first time drunk, too?"
Devin smiled, "First time buzzed, but I'm not drunk yet."
Sarah chuckled, "Well get to work on that!"
Piper chimed in with a sing-song voice, "Ta first times!"
Sarah grinned, "Not my first time.".
Devin splashed Sarah, while Piper cuddled up to Devin. Devin's heart started racing. Piper was cuddling up to her! Sure they hugged plenty, but she was naked - or practically so. Devin brushed aside that L-word that tried to press its way into her head. Instead, she relaxed, took a swig, and pushed it all out of her mind. She was just being nuts. "This," she announced raising the bottle, "is the only first for me tonight."
Sarah shrugged, "Meh, I could have had some fun with Bobby, he was kind of cute."
Piper giggles, "On a first date?"
She shrugged, "Yeah why not, did you see his arms? And his ass was just yum. I wanted to smack it - so he let me smack it. It was primo ass."
Piper giggled.
"What about you and Jake?"
Piper shrugged with a coy smile.
Sarah grinned, "You were so going to give him a handjob in the movie theater."
Piper giggled, but said nothing.
Sarah grinned and took the bottle from Devin, "Lucky Jake..."
"Wow, I don't think I could ever do anything like that in public," Devin added, with an odd mix of shame and admiration.
"Yeah, I noticed, no BJ for Baxter, huh?" Sarah teased.
Devin shot back, "Ew. Yeah right, not even a first kiss."
Piper piped, "First kiss?"
Sarah added, "Wait, you haven't kissed a guy?"
Devin thought, "Well, kinda, but not really, not like a real real kiss. Just like pecks and stuff."
For a few moments, Piper mellowed out on Devin's shoulder and they just sat.
Devin broke the silence, "So what's it feel like?"
Sarah replied, "What's what feel like?"
"You know... it. Like in your hands, what's it like."
Sarah grinned, "Ask your snuggle-bunny."
Piper looked up and paused in thought. Before Devin thought to let her off the hook she started to reply, "Uhm, I don't know it's kind of squishy. Like a sponge that gets, you know... hard. But it's soft too. Kind of... good I guess. And hot, it's hot, too," she added with an affirming nod of her increasingly unsteady head.
Devin just paused transfixed by Piper's odd description and faraway look. She found herself wondering what it would be like to hold one of those... things.
This time Sarah broke the silence, "Wow, so you're like a super virgin. No BJ's no nothing."
Devin gaped at Sarah, "What are you - like - the pervy nympho from pervington?"
Sarah snorted, "Or you're the nunny nun from the nunnery."
"Whatevs."
Piper finally chimed in a sleepy voice, "Hey guys, don't fight."
"We're not fighting, I'm just, I dunno shocked."
Devin shrugged, "I just haven't met the right guy, really any guy - besides the tool."
Piper gave her a hug, "We love you," then she looked back to Sarah, "I love you guys so much, you... you're the best, like ever in the whole whole WHOLE world, forever."
Sarah grinned, "She's done with the boozy-time, hey, you got a key to this place? I gotta pee bad."
"No, Sarah, I don't think that's a good idea."
"What you rather I pee in the tub?"
"Eew!"
Phil started to panic. The door was unlocked, and if she came in, he did not want to get caught peeping with his dick in his hand. 'Shit!' He tucked himself away, and slipped back trying to think of an easy way out. He scooted back out of the laundry room and to the garage.
Devin looked up with a start and Sarah had gotten out of the tub. "Do you hear that?" She was suddenly hushed.
"No what?" Sarah replied in a conversational tone.
Devin hit the kill switch on the tub, and it bubbled down just in time to hear the garage door moving. "Shit shit shit, he's home."
Peppy Piper picked her plucky person from the pool, or rather Devin was now struggling to do so. Peppy Piper was more plastered at this point, so the more sober teens scrambled to get her out. She was able to manage putting on one of the t-shirts Devin had brought as the light from the den streamed out from inside the house.
Devin shoved the girl's clothing to Sarah she shooed her behind the hot tub towards the brush. That's when she heard the sliding glass door open. "Get down," she whispered harshly, then tip-toed over to the other side to try to get the cover back on half of the hot tub.
"Devin?"
She froze. 'Busted.' With all the adrenaline surging she hadn't noticed it, but now that she was stopped she realized the world was tilting a little bit, over and over. Maybe she was a little drunk. She gulped and took a deep breath.
"Devin, is that you?"
She turned around and turned on her biggest Phil-melting smile, "Hey..." Unable to think of anything, she just let her smile turn to contrition, "I'm so sorry, so sorry, please, I'll never do it again, -"
Phil chuckled, "What's going on, Devin? Didn't you have a, you- you didn't bring your date here did you?" It gave him a little thrill of perverse pleasure to torture her, and a bigger thrill to see her body, now facing him, dripping wet in her tight little one piece suit. It was designed more for swimming than for show, but even still, the sight of her body, breasts swelling, water dripping down her legs, between her thighs, and that marvelous cleft between...
"Oh no, god no, never it was a total disaster."
"Really?" He stepped over to her, and she faced him petrified as he took the hot tub cover from her hand and slid it on top of the tub, "Sorry to hear that. I guess you came here afterwards to relax?"
She nodded. 'God,' she thought, 'if I don't do something he's going to see them.'
"Well, as long as you didn't bring any boys here, it's okay. I love you sweetie, but I can't have this place turn into a teen party tub."
"So you won't tell?"
"No, you're good, let me just put the other half of the cover-"
She saw his start towards the other side, and her heart was racing, she HAD to do something NOW. She grabbed him and hugged, "Thank you so so so much, you don't even know," she sobbed into his chest, "I swear I swear I swear it won't happen again."
That stopped him for the moment. She clutched him closer, pinning him to the tub and leaning her body against his, her panic bringing her near real tears.
"Woah... Devin?" She looked up to meet his questioning eyes with her own glazed ones, "Have you been drinking?"
"Oh god," she buried her head in his chest again and sobbed, "It was Baxter, it was terrible."
"Woah, calm down, what happened?"
She sniffled a bit and he held her shoulders as he comforted her (with hidden glee at the softness of her skin). "He tried to get me drunk. He wanted a BJ, but I wouldn't, but I got drunk and I couldn't go home, it's so stupid, I'm so..."
"Hey hey hey, it's okay. It happens, I'm just glad you're okay."
And suddenly there *it* was.
She'd been leaning on him with her arms crossed in front, but now when he took her in his strong arms and she'd hugged him, she'd pressed her body down the length of his and felt it.
It was only for a split second, then he backed off, but there was no denying. Phil had a raging hard on. Not just any hard on, a big one. Most amazingly of all, it was for *her*. This wasn't for Piper, who every boy at school thought about when they jerked it for. It wasn't for double D Sarah. It was for her, she'd made him hard. The thought of it swelled in her head, even as she drew her arms together, unconsciously pressing her modest breasts up.
He was saying nice things to her, comforting things. His voice was soothing, but all she could think about were the words Piper had said about touching it. That paradoxical soft hardness that was just inches from her body. The world was spinning from more than just the booze. Was she crazy? Delirious? She just felt this tingling impulse to have another feel.
Phil wasn't really paying attention to his own words either. He spoke them, almost on autopilot, but in his mind's eye, she was different. She was pressing her body against his, looking up at him with pleading eyes. She was hypnotized by his gaze and she was pulling the straps off her shoulders, baring her breasts to him - presenting them and asking his approval. And then she was on her knees waiting to be told, looking up for permission to suck him off. All the while he spoke about how her date was just a jerk for some reason or another. He brushed her wet bangs that were matted to her forehead and looked again at her face, her lips parted just slightly, her eyes slightly glazed, she looked so precious. She could smell his hand, it was... musky. It was a smell that she would come to know later but for the moment, it filled her senses linked to her mind with this moment, this desire.
He took her shoulders in his hands, both to feel the flesh and to comfort and create space.
"Just promise me you'll be more careful."
In that moment, Devin own fantasy surged. For a flash she imagined a fevered dream where her hands slipped down, trailing down his chest, stomach, and there. Just for a moment, she'd graze it, just to know what it felt like. And then it'd be over, her hands at her sides, and her staring at the bulge her fingers had just touched. But she couldn't move.
"I promise."
A silent moment passed between them.
Devin shuddered.
"Oh God, you must be freezing. Here, let me get you a towel."
Devin just nodded. She didn't know why but for some reason a part of her felt like crying. It didn't make any sense, but there it was. He was running away from her. He was getting a towel. He just assumed the shuddering meant she was cold. Couldn't he imagine maybe the shudder was one of desire? Did he know that not all of her wetness was water? Couldn't he just hold her? Kiss her? Instead he was gone into the house in a flash. And where were all these thoughts coming from? Had she gone completely insane? This was Phil!
Sarah and Piper took the chance to scamper back to Devin's place, while Devin shrunk and stood still, overwhelmed by her own strange conflicting emotions. Desire, fear, disappointment, shame, and maybe... love? What would happen if he came back out and she was naked in the tub? No, she wanted him to take her suit off. She wanted him to pick her up and lay her on the tub, or in his bed. She wanted him to tell her she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. No, she wanted something else. She wanted him to grab her. Yes that was it, she wanted him to grab her and kiss her - hard and fierce. She wanted to be overwhelmed by him. Oh my god, she wanted him to fuck her? No, that was insane, she was being crazy, she didn't want any of that.
She shuddered again, she couldn't deal with this now, she had to go, but by the time she'd unfrozen, he was back outside with a towel.
"Here you go," he said, wrapping his fluffy white towel around her.
She just nodded, but then added, "Uhm, can I use your," she gestured to the house.
"Huh? Oh - course, sure, go ahead."
She kept her eyes down and started to head in. The world was still doing that tilt/reset/tilt/reset thing.
"You know, let me help," he took her by the shoulder and walked with her.
She stopped at the door and looked up at him, "I'm a little drunk," she announced with an apologetic smile.
"I know sweetie."
Later that night, she thought back on that moment as the world was still spinning and her friends were asleep. She wondered what would have happened if she had added, "If you wanted to take advantage of me, I wouldn't stop you." Or maybe if she'd said, "And I'm going to be naked in your bathroom." What would he have done? Well, at least he hadn't called her "kiddo" again. Kiddos don't give men raging hard-on's. This time, it was sweetie. She could live with that. She could be a sweetie.
She drifted off with a smile on her face.
He drifted off to sleep with two bunched up tissues next to his bed.