Author: Not Late Kate
Title: Living in Devin's World
Part: 2 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
Chapter 2: Devin Loves the Movies!
Her brush with Mr. Kushing had a strange effect. While the moment felt surreal on reflection, some things since then were super-real. Everyday things felt new or different. When she looked in the mirror, she saw more than just the self she'd always known. She looked and imagined a sultry confident vixen giving her a knowing smile. There, looking back at her, was both the same girl as yesterday and the woman who brought Mr. Kushing to full mast with just a glimpse of her body.
Saturday flew fast, and she hadn't gotten a chance to see him on Sunday, so for all of Monday, she was looking forward to the walk home. Maybe she'd see Mr. Kushing on her way back. They'd chit chat, and he'd tell her how pretty she looks, and maybe he'd give her a hug. Her mind was far from lectures and lessons, while her hands doodled stylized K's. It was kind if silly, but she just relished the thought of commanding his complete rapt attention.
"What's that?"
Devin slapped her binder shut at Piper's query. "Huh?"
"Eyes front, Ms. Emerbie."
"Sorry, Mrs. Ross."
"That's twice, chatty Cathy."
Piper clammed up, but took a quick glance at Devin. She seemed pretty quiet today, more so than usual. Well, she tended to be more chatty during cross country season. Piper let it go, and Devin's day dragged on.
After all the day dreaming was done, Phil wasn't even home when she got back, so she just went to her room and buried her face in a book. Her mother, on the other hand, was a bit more determined to talk to Phil.
Although Debra Fawkes had been awake in bed when the girls got home, she decided not to check in on them, after all they were the good girls and had earned trust by making it back on time, being involved in school activities and having respectable grades, especially that Piper girl.
But in the morning she noticed some towels, her daughters swimsuit, and a still wet t-shirt in the laundry that reeked of chlorine. They didn't have a pool, and the nearest pool was Phil's hot tub. It wasn't that she didn't trust Phil, in truth she adored him; he was quite young when he first got the house and he kept in pretty good shape, too. He was also always so friendly with her and wonderful to Devin. He never made her feel 41. Her husband on the other hand, well that was more complicated, but she knew that when she married him. He was analytical, very analytical, and not very socially adept on account of Aspergers Syndrome. He was a brilliant man, but he was detached. He'd been a great provider, since he just had a way of seeing things that other people missed. He even made an extra $300K in the stock market during the crash, but had zero desire to move to a bigger house or even get himself a nice car. To him, it was just a good way to pay for college. They had no need of a bigger house, or new clothes that he never noticed anyway, or different foods at restaurants. So they stayed in this nice neighborhood, even when they could have moved to a great one. It just wouldn't be logical to spend money like that, or go on adventures. She was Debra Fawkes: eternally shackled by the pragmatic.
So when she got out of her car, the oppressiveness of the practical was just less inviting than the prospect of interrogating/visiting the charming Phil Kushing.
His door swung open followed by a big friendly smile, "Good evening, Debra."
"Hi, Phil, sorry to bother you on-"
"No bother."
"-a Monday night, but I needed to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"Has Devin been in your hot tub lately?"
He winced, "Yeah, I didn't want to get her in trouble for it, but yeah I caught her in the tub on Friday night."
"You caught her?"
"A-hum, but, for what it's worth I wouldn't go too hard on her."
"Heh heh, I think I'll decide how much she gets punished, did she have any friends with her."
"No, of course, and I don't mean to over step it's just, well she was alone, and she was kind of upset too."
Debra prompted him to continue.
"Well apparently she had a date with a kid named Baxter, but he turned out to be not so much of a gentleman, come on in by the way."
She gasped affectedly, "Oh lord - she didn't even tell me she had a date." They wandered into his home as they spoke.
"Yeah, well apparently he tried to get her to drink, and rejected her when she wouldn't go along with it. You know honestly I was kind of impressed with her."
Debra arched her eyebrow.
"Can I get you something? Water? Juice? Cola?"
"Nothing, thank you, go on?"
They sat down on his couch, and she set her purse down at her side. She wondered what kind of father Phil would be like someday as he spoke.
"I mean she clearly liked this guy, but she held tough and blew him off in the face of peer pressure. That's tough for any teen."
He could tell from the relaxing of her shoulders that he'd already won her over. "You know Debbie, you did a good job with her. She's a good girl."
'Ding' he thought when he saw her crack into a smile.
"Well still, I am very sorry that she disrespected your property. She needs to learn that the world doesn't revolve around her and she can't just. Well, you know I am sure."
"Of course, and I sent her home right after she got done venting."
Debra sighed and shook her head. "I guess I should be happy, huh? I mean she could be sneaking out to parties or - God forbid - doing drugs. If the worst thing she does is sneak over here, at least I know she's safe."
Phil smiled supportively as she paused.
"You know the -m."
"What is it?"
"The most frustrating thing is she doesn't tell me anything. I swear, God's honest truth here, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't even know anything about my daughter's life."
"I am sure it's not that bad."
"You know, I've always worried about her, she's got that quiet streak just like her father."
"Oh no, you don't have to worry about that."
"A mother worries, what can I do? She was a sullen child."
"Hmm. You know I don't remember her ever being that sullen," he though for a moment.
Debra smiled.
"She was focused, but not sullen," he concluded.
"You know it is hard to be sullen when you are being flung around in the air."
They shared a chuckle, and a moment of nostalgia.
"Well, I should be going," Debra said, and with a double knee slap she pushed up from the couch.
"Oh course, and hey come here," he said with extended his arm.
Debra Fawkes embraced Phil tightly and after a sigh added, "You are such a blessing, Phillip. You're a good man." she released him and pulled her purse back up on her shoulder, "How is that.. Clarissa by the way?"
He audibly winced, "Yeah that's kind of over."
She touched his shoulder with a confidential, "Oh good, she was no good. You deserve so much better."
He chuckled uncomfortably, but she just nodded again with insistence. "Well Debbie, I hope you're right, but right now I think I just want to be with friends and family."
"That's a great idea, you should go back up north and visit you family."
"Hmm, not a bad idea, but work is getting crazy, I can't get away now."
"Well Phillip, if you're ever lonely, just remember, you are family to us too, you are always welcome for dinner."
He didn't say a word, just gave her an 'earnest' smile and hugged her. Unbidden, the image of Devin, drunk and dripping wet, flashed in his mind. "You know if you want I can get a lock for the tub cover."
"If you want, that's your decision. For me, I am just happy she's staying close to home. You're a good man, Phil."
"*Phew* I keep hearing that," he added with a head shake, his skin felt like a towel thrown over the ugly truth behind his self-doubt, "But if I am so good why do I keep getting dumped?"
"Trust me, this is for the best, you just watch. And no negative thoughts. Think positive, good things are coming!"
He rather hoped they might.
* * *
The sun had set on Devin before she even realized it had. She couldn't remember when she'd turned on the light to continue reading but she clearly had. Mom made a late dinner, which she vaguely remembered grabbing and bringing back up to her room. Her father had decided to continue reading and took his food to his reading room as well, and her mom ate at the dinner table alone.
She came to the end of the chapter, closed her book and yawned with a full body arch. Well it was too late for a run now. Devin got up and wandered over to her back window, and opened up the blinds. Right across from there past the bushes that guarded his hot tub was Phil's house. She wondered which windows on the second floor were to his bedroom. She wondered if he ever looked in on her. She glanced at the mirror and the vixen glanced back at her.
'Well,' she thought, 'if he's watching, might as well make it worth his while.'
Her yellow faded polo shirt had already become untucked, so she faced the window and pulled it up, trying to tie a knot in the front. The material was too thick to tie, though. 'It's always easy in the movies.'
She took a quick look at his house, but the lights were off.
Well there was a chance he could be watching, so she turned her back to the window, and peeled the shirt off, leaving her in khaki cargo shorts and a bra. She walked around the bed, giving him a great profile view if he wanted it, and ran her fingers through her hair and wondered what he might like to see her do.
She settled on some stretching exercises. All with her back turned, she stretched up and over, elongating her already long svelte torso. She wondered what it would be like if he were behind her and touching her, holding her hips.
As luck would have it, he couldn't get his mind off of her. He was imagining her at that very moment, but in his mind, she wasn't standing, stretching and bending over. She was on her knees...
His phone rattled at his bedside, and he grabbed it with his left hand. It was a text from Devin. Probably the first time she'd ever texted him.
'Hey u :)'
'Hey u back' He paused for a second, concerned with Debra's visit. 'Hope you didn't get into too much trouble'
'Nope I nvr get caught 8D'
'Alright what's up Ms. Untouchable?'
'idk, just thinking abt the tub'
His heart pounded. The girls drinking, that one girl topless, and then Devin hugging him and brushing up against his cock. She excited him, there was no denying it. His fingers moved of their own accord as he pictured her. Taking a gamble he texted back.
'Been thinking about you.'
Her face lit up.
'rly? what u been thinkin abt me?'
'How sexy you look,' he'd typed, but then stopped and deleted it. This might not be the best thing to send via text message. 'How great it is when you stop by, wish you could have stayed longer'
'is that all? ;)'
'You really want to know?'
':) yupyup'
'I'll tell you later :P'
':-O meanie!'
'Next time you come over.'
'U tryin 2 get me 2 sneak out? ;)'
'Never, but you're always welcome here. always'
She got back up off the bed and went back to the window.
'wanna see me now?'
She waited. But there was no response for a minute.
She frowned and thought, 'He has to be watching me, right?'
* * *
The week passed on quickly, and though she thought leaving the lights and making a show of getting ready for bed a few nights, it just felt silly to make a big thing of nothing. Still, she left the blinds open just in case he wanted to watch. Now with the lights off and covers on she crossed her arms in frustration. Her mom asked her to stay in tomorrow night, since she was going to be helping out a friend or something, and she was supposed to spend quality time with Dad. She scowled. Dad had no interest in quality time with her, if he'd even say 10 words to her it'd be a miracle. He was a freak. Now she couldn't even go to the movies with P and S, since she had to stay in.
She reached behind her head to where her phone was plugged in and thought about texting them, when she scrolled back through her other messages. She looked at the conversation with Phil and smiled. On impulse she texted him:
':)'
'Hey kiddo, you out partying again?'
'O yeah I'm rockin out in Ibiza'
'You're partying with Tiesto huh? Crazy raver chick.'
'Tiesto?'
'DJ.'
'oic. nah I'm stuck home, can't even go to the movies tomorrow. :(' She paused, then added, 'got any ideas?'
'I'll be watching movies on the big screen.'
'u inviting?'
'No, but you're always welcome. :)'
'kk I'll bring some boys. :P'
'You're evil!'
'u luv me ;P'
Devin went to sleep that night smiling with possibilities, again. The first obstacle, though, was her father. No one was home when she got home, not even Phil, so she went out for a longer run. By the time she got back her father was home, so she headed in and took a shower, hoping to just fill the space of awkward silence that would mark their quality time. When she came down in pajama pants and a t-shirt, he already had dinner ready.
"Hello. I made your dinner, it's on the table," he announced it as he stood next to the table, hands crossed in front as if they were needed elsewhere and had to be restrained for the purpose of decorum.
"Uhm, thanks dad." She walked over to the table and sat down to a very even apportioned meal, "So... this is dinner."
"Yes, it is 6 ounces of protein, 6 ounces of vegetables, 6 ounces of starch, and 16 ounces water. But you ran, so can get more if need to. How far did you run?"
"Oh a few miles," she said, holding back a sigh. His clinical description of the food was perhaps appropriate in his eyes, but not for most humans. The 6 ounces of protein was boiled chicken, and the rest of the fair didn't hold up much better. Boiled broccoli, half a baked potato, and a glass of lukewarm tap water to wash it all down. "Bon appetite," she muttered.
She nibbled uncomfortably while he just stood over her. Then abruptly, he left, without a word. Well, he was a freak but at least he was consistent. If this happened on Monday, she might have cried, but that was just hormones. That monthly roller-coaster ride was done, so she just whipped out her phone and started clicking away.
'help!'
* * *
The moonlight lit his way out to the patio. Lured by the sounds of giggling he stepped out to see Devin in his hot tub again. She doesn't see him, instead she's oblivious to the world, idly swaying a mostly empty bottle of wine. Her long dark hair is slicked back away from her bright cheeks and coy smile. It drips down on her small shoulders and pert breasts covered, barely, by a small red bikini top. He stares down her body, under the water to the little v patch of red bikini pressed against her pretty little pussy lips.
"Ohh, I'm so drunk," she moaned aloud.
"It's dangerous to get helplessly drunk in an another man's hot tub," he announced right above her.
She looks up, eyes glazed, "Mr. Kushing? Am I in trouble?"
"Yeah you are, little girl. Big trouble."
"Please don't tell," she asks, the soul of innocence, "I'll do anything you want."
He pulls out his cock, thick but still floppy and turns her face into it, "Yes you will. Suck it."
"Yes, sir," she breaths into it, almost a whisper, and slathers her warm wet tongue all over the head. She's looking up and him, eyes glazed from wine, while her tiny mouth fits him in. She turns her body to face him and unties her bikini, the strips falling away to reveal her perfect little titties. Without a word, her hands are on his cock, its head rubbing her lips and cool cheeks. She mewls into it like a cat and licks it with more and more need. Now he's grabbing her head and thrusting into her mouth, it's getting so good. Oh so good to fuck her little face. It slips out with a pop, and she looks up begging him with the pulsing hardness sliming her face, "Please, please let me have it, cum all over me, do anything to me, I'm your little fucktoy."
*DINGDING*
Phil's phone buzzed and chimed in his left hand as he lay in bed, with his right hand slathered in lotion. Gone was the picture of Devin he'd gotten off of her facebook page and stored on his phone, replaced with a text message
Devin Fawkes: 'help!'
He squeezed his cock again at the thought of the girl who was now texting him. He texted back one-handedly.
'What's wrong?'
'starving and I'm stuck with dad'
He smiled, 'I got leftover BBQ, it's all yours if you want it.'
'8-0_'
'hehe' Her little emoticon made her think of more than drool. Like his cock spraying her lips, face, or those perfect little tits of hers. God, he was obsessed.
Back in her own home, Devin glanced toward the study and the rustling sounds of paper coming from within.
'srsly, can I come over?'
Phil wanted nothing more than that and at the same time feared it more than he could imagine. A small part of him screamed, 'Stop, this is dangerous!' He ignored it, and felt a rush to both heads as he read her text again.
'sure, just get permission first.'
He added the permission as an afterthought. God that was dumb, "What am I doing?"
'kk'
She poked her head into the study, "Hey dad?"
"Give me fifteen seconds... ... ... Go ahead."
"Uhm, so my friend is having a barbecue and so I'm going to head over there."
"You just ate dinner, doesn't make sense to eat there food now."
"No, it's - see it's not about the food, it's a social thing, I'm supposed to socialize... for friends and stuff?"
"Oh, it's like a party."
"No, well kind of. It's like you know how mom has to go to those parties for work sometimes? It's a rule of politeness."
He paused, craning his head forward, and jutting his jaw forward. The seconds ticked audibly thanks to the clock on the wall. She never understood why he had a ticking clock, when he insisted on digital everything else. She hadn't known it was a wedding present, and he kept it because it was a rule of politeness. But that was what he looked at and the connection in his odd mind sparked the nod. He added, "Alright, have fun, and be friendly."
She shoved her phone in her pocket and sprinted upstairs. 'This t-shirt outfit has to go.' For a moment she wished she was a cheerleader. 'I wonder what he'd do if I showed up with pompoms and a cheer uniform.' She locked her door and her t-shirt hit the ground barely a moment after. She dug a powder blue lacy bra out and slid it on, then popped over the the closet. She couldn't wear the red racer back with a bra, same for the floral surf island top, which sucked because she thought she looked kind of sexy with her shoulders bare. The gauze pink baby-doll shirt was nice, but not wow. Then she found it and grabbed it. A sea blue woven tank top with a scoop neck and a font zipper that opened at the right hip and went up like a sash to the bottom of the left shoulder strap, complete with frill along the zipper-line. By default, she grabbed a pair of khaki Capris and Keds, but at the last minute went with Khaki short shorts. Her legs were probably her best assets with all the running she did, might as well give him a little leg to think about. 'Outfit complete!'
She thought about grabbing her two piece swimsuit, 'Hmm.. hot tub possibilities?' She grabbed it, just as there was a knock at her door. "One second!" She hurriedly shoved the swimsuit back in the drawer and threw her outfit with hanger on the bed.
The door opened to her father's again low and steady voice, "Do you need a ride to the barbecue party." Somehow his questions often never sounded like questions in tone.
"Oh it's close, don't worry, I'll just walk."
He simply nodded and headed back downstairs.
That was her father. He didn't even say a word to her as she left or ask her about the backpack that hid her two-piece. Not like Phil. Phil is a normal human being, not a freak like Dad.
When he opened the door for her, he smiled bright. "Sorry to hear dinner was such a bust, c'mere." He even gave her a big hug. "You can tell me about it while you eat."
They chatted about her day while he lead her to the kitchen. Turns out it was Woody's barbecue! Uh, WIN!
"Oh my GOD, this is the best place, do you have any extra sauce?"
"Should be in the container, hey you want a drink with that?" He started to get a little thrill of nerves as he reached for a couple of short double old fashioned glasses.
"Whatever you're having."
He pulled down a bottle of dark rum, "Well, I'm having a rum and coke, so..."
'This could be fun,' she thought. It was kind of cool to get a little drunk last time. She smiled sweetly, "Okay."
He looked back at her, "You trying to get me in trouble, now?"
"What, I've had alcohol before," she got up and wandered over to where Phil had 2 glasses set up. He was putting ice into both glasses, when she hugged him from behind and peered up at him around one side with big doe eyes, "Pleeeeease?"
He relished the feel of her warm little body against him and her cold little hands, "You are ruthlessly cute, you know that right?"
"Does that mean I get a drink?"
"Let's see how you do with one for now, I am trusting you big on this one."
He poured a little into both glasses, then a little more into one of them as she watched.
"Is that one mine?"
"Mine's the double," he announced, she released him as he poured the cola.
With forward leaning impatience, she reached for the drink before the bubbles had even settled, but he interrupted, "Eh, eh, eh, Grab your food, we're taking this upstairs for the movie."
He carried the drinks, and she padded along behind him as he lead her to his bedroom and set both drinks on the nightstand. She eyed him as he turned around to look for the remote.
While he set up the movie and they chit chatted, he hoped that she was grabbing the stronger of the two drinks.
She leaned over and tasted both - but decided that the double (which was more than a double) - gathered an ick face, so she took her own. They decided on "The Ref", an old movie with Dennis Leary that Phil explained was famous for being an "Irish New York prick that curses a lot." He settled into the bed on top of the covers, and she cuddled next to him. After a couple minutes took one of her pillows out from behind her.
"Hey!"
He smiled and she let him guide her to a better position, he sat her between his legs with a pillow between them so she could lean back on him. She smiled, now that he couldn't see her face and relished the feeling of being held. His arms encircled her and idly caressed her arm as they watched the movie. The warmth of his hand caressing her arm was distracting and pleasing. She wished her own hands could be that warm, but both of them were cold from nursing her drink.
Phil breathed in the sweet smell of her hair and gently kissed the top of her head. Just a few inches of pillow away from her pert bottom, his arousal was building pulse by pulse. Her neck looked so inviting to him, and while a car crashed on the big screen, he was craning his neck to see the creamy skin of her neck and the scoop line of her frilly little tank top. The way she was leaning back on him, it was stretched across her chest which gave him a nice view of the shape of the swell that lay beneath, but he could not see underneath it. He clinked his glass from time to time, taking small sips that prompted her to do the same.
'I wonder how much it'd take to get you wasted, Devin. How much would it take to get me under that sexy little shirt of yours,' he sighed, partially in self disgust, but mostly in longing and killed his rum and coke. He got up and paused the movie, "I'm going to get another, you want one?"
She nodded happily.
What, did he think she was going to say no? She kept smiling to herself, 'God, I'm smiling like an idiot.' She looked around the room, drumming her hands on the bed, waiting for his return. 'Oh crap, food, I forgot to eat!' She toppled herself over and grabbed a piece of cornbread, nom-nomming it down as quick as she could, and he returned to find her on her belly, feet up in the air, making a mess of crumbs. In that instant, Devin really looked younger than her 16 years, cute, innocent, and playful.
Phil stopped himself for a second. 'Oh God, what am I doing?' He looked down at the rum and coke he'd made for her, that was way stronger than the first one. Was he really the guy trying to get a High Schooler drunk? And what would he do if she did get drunk?
"Mmm!" she beckoned him for the drink, with a mouth full of cornbread.
'Well, fuck it.' He couldn't switch drinks because his was even stronger than his first one. He just smiled and brought her the potent inhibition melter, watching with both horror and delight and she took big gulps to wash down the cornbread. She even sloshed a little on her chin and caught it with a giggle. He marveled at her beauty and the strangeness of her age. How could she in one instance look so much like a girl, and the next look so much like a woman.
"Ooh, hhaaaaahhh," she breathed out the hot air of a strong drink, "Is it stronger?" She winced.
Maybe he'd made it too strong? "Hey now, this is for sipping, not chugging," he covered defensively. She replied with a protestant groan. "It might be a little stronger, but it's fine if you drink it slow, trust me."
She swallowed and wiped down her lips, then gave him that sweet Phil-melting smile of hers, "I trust you." Indeed, she utterly trusted him when he sat back down and she was in his arms again. Plus she was starting to feel buzzy and warm in the head. She leaned further back into him, and closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being held so lovingly. She felt relaxed, warm, and safe. Her fingers even tingled a little. 'This must be what it's like to be buzzed.'
"I guess I was pretty wasted last Friday," she announced.
"What makes you say that?"
"I dunno," she set, slumping down a little more. "The world was spinning and it felt a little weird, but I feel good now."
"Think you're drunk now?" he asked, trying to get an idea for how drunk she was getting.
"No, I feel pretty normal now, just a little buzzed. It's nice here. I feel nice," she finished with a nod.
He smiled and scrunched down to kiss her forehead, "It's nice being around you too, kiddo."
She hated him calling her that, it made her feel so young, but whatever, she let it go without argument. She was too content right now to worry.
"Well, then to good company," he said, raising his glass, a not so subtle inducement to her debauchery, which she acceded to eagerly, if only to agree with him and return to being held. Nothing was wrong in this world, her world. A world where Mr. Kushing's arms fully encircled her slender waist and held her tenderly, lovingly. Somehow, the strength to keep her eyes fully open had dripped out, maybe into the half filled rum concoction she'd been sipping at dutifully.
He watched her eyes carefully, enjoying the blinking she did to clear her head and the sips to fuzzy it up even more. She wasn't even really following the movie closely anymore. Something about a robbery, and the Irish guy cursing. He figured she was getting pretty wasted already, then wondered if maybe he needed a little more liquid excuse for himself.
An ice only clink prompted his action. He pressed his lips to her head again for a good solid head kiss, "I'm gettin' up."
"You getting me another?"
"Heh, no, you've still got half a drink to go, I think you're good," he paused the movie again.
"Wait wait wait," little Devin Fawkes, buzzed on his bed, took her way too strong drink in hand and chugged it. Just seeing her finish it off started getting him hard again. "All done!"
"Wow, I'll... be back."
She giggled, 'It's good to know that people DO drink for a reason. Cause it's FUN! But hoo boy that stuff runs right through you, I gotta pee baaaad' She pushed off the bed and teetered up only to realize, 'Woah, I'm really drunk.' She giggled her way to the bathroom.
"Hello, me!" Her simulacrum grinned back at her through the mirror.
"I'm wow, I'm drunk... Echo... ECHO!!"
Her measured and unsteady steps took her to the toilet that caught her bottom without complaint, and she gazed at herself in the mirror as she tinkled.
"You're drunk."
She burst in snorting laughter. "You've had 16 ounces of liquor young lady, that means your blood alca-hic, your blood- yer really-" She burst into snickers, and suddenly felt a rush of sadness, thinking about her father.
But then she swatted her buzzing lips with tingly fingers and all was well with the world again!
Hands dutifully washed, she looked in the mirror proudly. 'You can make Mr. Kushing hard as a rock. You're sexy!' Her lips did look sexy with a nice pout, didn't they? She pouted her lips and blew herself a kiss. She jutted her hip out and arched her back in a comical exaggeration of a model's posed. She could so be in an Annie Liebowicz photo shoot. She pulled down the t-shirt to give herself some fake cleavage. 'Fuck dude, I wish I had make-up.'
She swayed back to the bed and fell onto it, giggling at the word 'dude', while Phil sat patiently observing his young guest.
"Hey sweetie, what's so funny?"
"Nothiiing..." she giggled again.
"What? What's got you in giggles."
"You're is sooo much trouble."
His heart skipped a beat, but he kept the forced smile, "Why's that?"
"Cause I'm drunk an' you got me drunk."
"Well, you can't tell anyone, now..."
"Oh, I am so telling - unless... You give me a million dollars!"
He laughed out of relief, "Okay a million bucks, anything else my sweet?" He started massaging her head, muzzing her hair, and rubbing her temples.
"Uhm, ooh, keep doing that."
"You like this huh?" She nodded in reply. "You're evil, you know that Devi?" She nodded again.
"Roofless cutest, roof, ruthess cuteness."
"Ruthless cuteness."
"Tha's what I saaaid."
He backed off and sat back up on the bed as if to watch the movie.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Don't you want to want to watch the movie?"
"Uhmm. More headrubbing!"
He muzzed her head playfully instead.
"Hey!"
Devi kicked herself up and unsteadily climbed on the bed crawling to him and pouted.
He chuckles until she stopped him with a pointed, "Where's my glass?"
"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot it."
Her eyes light up, "that's okay gimmee yours!"
He dodged the drink out of her clumsy and cute reach, spilling a little on his shirt and the pillow case. He could smell the sweetness of her liquored breaths and lips heaving barely foot away from his face. But more, he enjoyed the charge he felt pushing her back off him and down onto the bed, his hand pressed firmly but gently just above her heart. There was power bubbling in his head; the feel of his hand on her sternum pushing her back down, controlling her, and she submissively lay down before him... on his bed... His Bed.
"Oof, no fair." she let the world spin for a bit, blinking her eyes slowly.
His fantasy was taking over his mind again, but this time with so much more fuel to fire it. Her smooth soft legs long and lean splayed out before him down to her delicate little feet. He leaned over her as his eyes roamed back up to the folded cuffs on her shorts and the supple light skin that lay underneath. "God, Devin, you really are wow."
She smiles at him warmly, "You think I am pretty?"
He pauses, the brushes her bangs from her face and caresses her flushed cheek, "Yes, sweetie, you are very pretty."
She smiled and stretched her arms back toward him. His eye were immediately drawn to the small rift of tummy bared as her shirt pulled up.
"Am I prettier than Clarissa."
She felt the bed shifting as he got up, and then the weight of him making the bed dip as he lay next to her, the glass abandoned to the nightstand.
"Way prettier. Not even close." He traced his fingers along her shirt covered tummy sending her heart fluttering. She was caught by the intensity in his gaze as he appraised her body, that hungry predatory look. She lay entranced by the sheer naked desire of his wolf's stare. What was this new feeling? This mix of fear, excitement, and weakness?
Phil could hardly believe his luck - the loin stirring taboo he felt looking at Devin splayed out before him. Her svelte runner's body on his bed. He ran his fingers along her taut little tummy. His bold fingers paid no heed to any warning bells that fired off in his head as they caressed the warm soft smoothness of her skin. His finger ventured under the bottom of her tank top and over the the zipper.
"You are so pretty, Devin. I've been thinking about you all week." His words dripped with ache. The sound of the zipper and the feel of his whole hand on her skin served his desire and inflamed hers. He unzipped her top from the bottom up, pulling it open the top to reveal an expanse of untanned skin. She was so slender, and stretched out on the bed, her tummy curved inward to her narrow waist.
"Look at this body, so sexy...". His words trailed off and she felt him lean down over her and then... heaven. His lips brushed right above her navel, sending shivers and thrills to her head. His hands held her sides as his lips carefully, reverently kissed and brushed her tummy. She felt the tickle of air and he inhaled her sweet skin. He let his tongue trail down the slope of her skin into and around her navel, all the while pulling her shirt open, enough now to expose her powder blue lacy bra.
It was all she could muster to let out a mewl of pleasure as he worshiped her body. His lips began moving upwards, along her center line, surging her upwards. She felt his arm under back and she arched up both in submission to sensations and to help him. His lips reached her neck and kissed her - hot and insistent. She arched up, desperate to press into his body, while his fingers deftly unhooked her bra.
"Oh god, Phil," she whispered, unsure herself if it was plaintiff or pleading.
Her clothes draped loosely on her body, a tangle of wisps and straps that left her upper torso mostly uncovered. She was barely sitting up as he released her and slid back to drink in her image. Devin could barely hold herself up, struggling to keep her balance. She hadn't meant for this to go so far.
The unsteady sway of her head as she looked up to him just fed his fantasy further. Feeling both power and desire, he put his hand on her chest and softly pushed her back down onto his bed.
She flopped with a groan and then a smile. "Woah, heh." Her eyes opened into what she could only imagine was a moment of drunken false lucidity. 'I'm drunk and spinny, it feels buzzy good!'
Her eyes looked down to find her top and bra pushed all the way up to her neck. 'Wait,' she thought, she certainly hadn't planned to let things go this far. "What are y- ooh."
He thoughts were short circuited as his hand encircled her breast and presented it's tip to his ever passionate lips.
Her beautiful small breasts had flattened out against her chest when he'd pushed her back down. Her body was so inviting with her now uncoordinated arms not bothering to cover up her modesty. She was open to him and he needed to taste her.
Shocks of blissful pleasure jolted to her brain and down to her clit when he dragged his rasping tongue hard against her nipple. Her arms stalled in the air while she lay overwhelmed by new pleasures and trapped by her pushed up top. In the end they just flopped back uselessly as her body started to writhe on its own. 'This is what horny feels like.'
As his tongue continued its delicious torture, moving from one nipple to the other small firm breast, she felt the heat inside her rising.
Phil loved when way she was responding to his touch. This body, that just a five years ago he'd flung around, was now in full bloom, primed, ripe, and probably very juicy. Gone was much of that baby fat, replacing it with firm supple and perky breasts. Gone were girlish giggles, the only sounds issuing from her lips were incoherent moans of pleasure. She was his, laid out before him, even arching for his touch. He stole a look down her body, her torso, and down to her shorts which had puffed up away from her waist offering his a shadowed glimpse of her panties.
His fingers stole down inside, savoring the warm rising mound beneath that flimsy fabric. Her pussy, Devin's hot wet drunk little pussy was barely inches from his touch. He gave her nipple a playful bite eliciting a gasp of pleasure through clenched teeth.
The sound of her zipper rang a tiny alarm bell in the back of her head. The same one she'd been ignoring since before her first sip of rum and coke. "Wait, what are you-"
He shushed, "You're so pretty, sweetie, I need to see you.". Sensing her stall, he continued whispering to her while he slid the shorts open and off her hips, "do you know how sexy you are? So beautiful, so perfect, let me look at you, let me see your sexy little body..." Her shorts were off and she offered no resistance, he just whispered more random words while his hands roamed up her long lean runner's legs, slipping between her knees that tensed at first but slowly melted as his fingers returned, up her inner thigh. His eyes returned to hers, staring back at him like a doe, lips parted, disheveled, with her arms still tangled in her tank top. "Relax," he droned hypnotically.
Dizzy and confused, partially trussed up in her own clothing, she had no ability to put up any resistance to Phil's gentle probing fingers. She found herself listening to his words, her eyes closing again as she retreated into herself letting the wash of dizziness flow through her hazy brain. His fingers drew languid circles through her nether hairs, and pressed into the inflamed and pliant mound. Carnal bliss poured over her as her played and teased her juicy wet lips.
She moaned in pleasure when his finger found the wetness that spilled out of her cleft, but her voice found purchase, "W-wait - too fass."
"Shhh, baby, let go, just listen to your sexy body, it's so wet, so pretty. Don't fight it, sweetie. Your little pussy needs to be touched, let me make you cum..."
She pulled her arms down over her breasts, her arms still tangled in clothing, but at least providing some modesty. His hands, meanwhile, sought her shorts, grabbing them from behind her cute muscled bottom. This was crazy, she was crazy, what was he doing? Her eyes sought his for compassion or understanding. What they found terrified and excited her. He had that hungry look again, that look of a man intent on devouring her, taking her, completely overwhelming her in primal lust.
What was he doing to her, and why was she letting him? He yanked down on her shorts and she helped, raising her buttocks just slightly. Why was she helping him?
Phil pulled off her shorts, and looked up to her again, his eyes locking in with hers. She felt suddenly like a weight was pressed upon her, she could not even think to move under the weight of his stare. His hand took her flimsy tank-top and bra and easily stripped them away from her modest breasts exposing them again.
And there she lay. Devin Fawkes, the girl he'd watch run by, her hair bouncing behind her, with her carefree sunshine smile. The girl who always teased him with the declaration "you luuuv me". The girl now uncovered before him, pert breasts and nipples hardened into sensitive peaks of lust flattened against her chest as she looked up at him. Her so slim waist flaring out to her still slender hips and her green cotton bikini cut panties. In his fantasies he'd imagine them both frilly and lacy like lingerie and as white cotton or even with a Hello-Kitty design, but here they were real, soft green panties half pulled off from when he'd pulled off her shorts.
If there was a moment to act, to say something, to put an end to this insanity, it was now, as Phil stood over her, adoring her body. She could say something, she could stop him, she could say no. Seconds passed and his hands began again, caressing her freely moving all over her body.
"You are so.. so.. so.." he trailed off as his kissed began at her knees and trailed upwards. Her eyes closed once more and she was lost again in the sensations of hot lips. His hands stroked her body firm and commanding, but now it was the shocks of anticipation that began jolting up from her clit to her brain as he kissed and nudged her down below. He tweaked her nipple and that sent another shock of pleasure, it felt like spark running to her pussy then bursting in her head making everything fuzzy. For minutes he licked, tugging at her panties, squeezing her nipples, when she had already been dripping and aching, aching to be filled.
Her nipples here so aroused and sensitive, every little gasp she made at his squeezes sent both of them deeper into a haze of bliss. Her panties fell by the wayside, the last vestige forgotten as his tongue ran up her body.
When had he taken his pants off? Everything was drifting out of control, even her body felt a mile away except for the pleasure that thrummed in her mind. He was between her quivering legs, and she felt it, the hard flesh pressed up against her, this time without cloth coverings.
"Look at what you do to me baby," he said, bringing her cold hand down to his hot hard pulsing cock. She took it in her hands, unsure of anything but the sensation. Her body craved it, longed for it inside her, this man who wanted her, who made her feel so desirable was above her. She wanted to please him, and be pleased by him. Her uncoordinated hand started jerking him and she felt the slick wetness of something leaking from the tip. 'Did he come? Did I make him come already?' It should be pre-cum, but there was so much of it, sticky and slick.
"Oh yeah baby, here." His hand left hers and slipped into her drenched folds, his middle finger pushing into her until is hit a barrier that suddenly made him groan. "Oh wow, Devin, you really are a good little girl. Such a good *gasp* girl, such a good sexy little, oh god."
She marveled at the power she had over him, just by moving her hand back and forth. She was making his whole body writhe and rock, so much power in her little hand, "Ooooh." She moaned aloud as his thumb found her clit. Suddenly, her whole body became an uncoordinated mass of nerves and fuck flesh. Her hand released his cock, unable to coordinate a grasp and desire blew through her mind, unable to process.
'It feels good, really good, sooo.. fuck.' It was ramping up, rolling up her spine in waves, her was rubbing her, harder. "Oh fuuuuuuuck. Fuck fuck..." And then she was shuddering, an explosion in her brain, a gush down below, and she wanted, needed, needed him inside her, god she needed it, even as her body shuddered from this new rolling feeling.
"Haaaa..., nnnuh," she bit her lip trying to hold in the moans and groans, her breath coming in gasps.
"That's it baby, you're such a good girl, be a good little sexy girl and cream all over my hand, yeah, just like that."
He played her body like an instrument and she rode her pleasure like a runner high, like a drug, like love. And moments passed of grayed out, eye tightly shut pleasure, leaving her spent beneath him, sighing.
Drugged by rum and sex, her eyes opened and cleared into a moment of real lucidity, 'I've still never been kissed.'
This was her thought as Phil pushed his leaking cock into her tight virginal nether lips. He pushed in, spreading her, and there was something she'd never really imagined before. This sensation, she couldn't describe, of being spread from within, the strange pain of being thrust into, that bloom into the spreading sensation. He was there, just inside her, pressing against her virginity, and she opened her eyes to this man who desired her, who protected her, and she loved him.
"Kiss me?" she pleaded. 'Kiss me and everything will be okay,' she thought as though it were a prayer or a deal that could be made.
There in his bed he both granted her desire, and ripped through her innocence. Devin's first kiss was a teary mix of pain, pleasure, post orgasmic haze, and love. The way the entire world shifted around in her mind and that dizzy feeling was something she'd never feel again. He kept fucking into her slowly and the pain subsided, and the tears subsided into something that grew, her body fit to him expanded to let him fill her fully, to be the woman for the man she'd chosen.
Phil was completely lost, her tight virginal slit was gripping his cock so tight, he'd never imagined it could feel so good. Devin was soaked, and that lost drugged look in her eyes just fed his fire. He'd tried to go slow, to prolong the moment, but she'd already cum and he hadn't gotten a chance to finish beating off to this tight pussy he was now fucking. Her slit felt like a ring of squishy pleasure that squeezed his cock milking, sucking and begging to be filled with more. Her moans filled his ears like music, better than any porn he'd ever seen. Devin was perfect, both the innocent little virgin that teased and the hot little slut that came at the drop of a hat.
"You like it, say it, say you like it."
"Yeah," she offered meekly.
He started driving into her with more ferocity, "Say it, say it."
The in and out of it, the filling was driving her crazy, she felt like she might actually cum again, it was getting closer, "I like it, oh god, I love it."
Hard and harder his thrust came, and then his hand grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, claiming her, taking his prize. The surprise pain of the pulling and the hard fucking mixed with the strange pleasure pain of her first time swirled in her mind. The man she loved was taking her and she was his. She wanted to say something but nothing in her brain was working anymore, she felt reduced to a sex doll, posing for his pleasure. He used her, fucking her hard, pulling her hair, and her tear of an overwhelmed mind mixed into her second orgasm. Her spasming pussy and gasping moans through him over the edge, and he spilled into her, filling her with pulsing jets of hot cum.
Finally, the hurricane had ended and she got that first kiss she had wanted so badly. She curled up next to him and placed a small honest kiss against his lips. The movie forgotten, the light off, she held this wonderful man and let the words slip out, "I love you."
He just hugged her, but his silence didn't bother her. After all, she carried his love inside her.