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Finally, I got her top open and stared down at her. Nevada was wearing a plain white bra. There was a tiny bit of lace at the edge of the cups and a rosebud right in the middle. Her honey colored skin was flawless as her breasts practically spilled over the top of the bra.

Something inside me snapped.

Basically, I lost my mind.

I was all over her, out of control. I didn't have a game plan. I didn't have a thought in my head.

"Nev... I want you. I want to..."

She nodded, giving me permission to proceed. I pulled her bra cups down and moaned at the sight of her perfect, perky, hand filling tits. She was blessed with the most devastating set of breasts I had ever seen in my life.

Including all the men's magazines and movie star boobs.

I tasted them, licking and sucking her nipples while she whimpered beneath me. My cock felt like it was going to explode in my pants, just from rubbing up on her. That would be a fucking first.

I didn't care though.

I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Getting her out of the rest of her clothes. I unbuttoned her jean shorts and unzipped them. Then I started tugging them off her gorgeous fucking hips.

I needed to see that pussy. Touch it, Taste it.

Pound it.

Right fucking now.

I slid her shorts down her hips, my eyes on her white cotton panties. I could see the shape of her lips through it. My dick jumped in my jeans.

Fuck, I hadn't been this excited since I discovered whacking off.

Maybe not even then.

She wiggled a little bit on the bed, showing me how turned on she was.

Definitely not even then.

I slid up her body and started stroking her through her panties while I kissed her. I could not bring myself to rush this, no matter how frantically I wanted to be inside her. The thought that she was a virgin kept circling in my head, telling me to go slow.

My 'other head' was arguing vociferously.
 

I felt how damp her panties were getting and grinned. At least I knew what I was doing here. I slid my hand over her flat tummy and into her panties.
 

I groaned as my finger skimmed the edges of her sugar lips. Oh man, they felt so soft... I slipped a finger inside and grunted at the feeling of her tightness.

No man had ever done what I was doing.

Knowing that sent me over the edge. I sat up and tore her panties off her. Then I dove down, face first into her lap. An actual, literal fucking muff dive.

Her little pussy was so pretty. I kissed it like it was her mouth, alternating soft and hard strokes with my tongue. I pushed the tip of my tongue inside her and felt her clamp down on me.

Good. Fucking good.

I realized I was going to make her cum and I stopped, wanting to keep her on the edge as long as possible. I leaned back and grabbed my junk through my jeans, staring down at the beautiful girl on my bed. Her eyes were soft and unfocused. Her breathing, rapid.

Her perky ass tits were heaving with each breath.

God damn, the girl was sex on wheels.

She just didn't know it.

Nevada licked her lips, eyeing me nervously. She was turned on as fuck but afraid. I felt something inside me twist.

I groaned, pressing down on my dick.

Fuck man. I couldn't just do this. She wasn't sure. I could tell.

"Are you going to fuck me now? Will it hurt?"

"Don't you get it Nevada? I can't hurt you."

I reached for her again.

Nevada

His fingers curled and twisted, exploring every inch of my pussy. But lightly. Barely touching me. I whimpered a bit, straining for his touch.

He'd been toying with me for an hour now. I thought he was going to try and fuck me but he hadn't. He hadn't even taken his pants off.

"Clay... please..."

"You want me Nev? You want me for real?"

I nodded. I was scared but I trusted him not to hurt me too bad the first time. After that though, I knew all bets were off.

I didn't have high expectations for a legitimate romance with Clayton Westfield. A fling maybe. But a relationship? It wasn't going to happen.

At the moment however, I couldn't bring myself to care.

He looked serious as he stared down at me. Very slowly he lowered his mouth to my chest and started working my nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard and flicking the hard point of his tongue against them. Back and forth he went, driving me absolutely crazy with desire.

I groaned, trying to rock my pussy against his hand. But he didn't increase the pressure or even grind into me like he had before. Finally he lifted his head and stared down at me.

"I'm going to stop touching you now. So you know how I feel. So you can lie awake tonight and feel like your bed is on fire from wanting me. And the next time I touch you, you're going to beg me."

He leaned in, his breath fanning my neck.

"You're going to beg me not to stop."

"Please Clay... don't..."

He smiled at me then.

"I want you to be sure Nev. I want you to want me as bad as I want you."

He lifted his hand away and stared down at me.

"I know
exactly
how this feels Nev. It's how I feel all the time. Fucking empty."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"You can sleep here if you want. I'm going to the pool house."

I inhaled sharply as he pulled his shirt on. He opened a drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle of bourbon. He must have sobered up by now.

For a moment, I wondered what made him so tortured that he drank like that all the time. And then I felt my body crying out for his touch. I curled into a ball, shivers tearing through me.

He'd left me.

He'd aroused me beyond belief and then he'd left me.

Now I was in his bed, naked.

OH MY GOD.

I sat up and looked around for my clothes. I found my shorts and my top and bra. I slipped them on, tearing the bed apart but finding nothing. Frantically making sure I hadn't left behind proof for the maids to find.

After all, I knew every fucking one of them. They all reported to my mother. That would be perfect.

'Miss Jones, we found your daughters panties in Clay Westfield's bed.'

Not that they'd know they were mine. But still, there would be gossip about Clay banging girls in the house. And if my mother saw the undies, she would know instantly they were mine. The thought was horrifying enough to send me into a state of utter fucking panic.

I crept down the hallway and down the stairs, terrified that someone would see me. But it was late enough and luck was on my side. I went down to the kitchen and slipped out the back door. Then I ran along the manicured pathways to the other side of the estate.

It was only later, after I'd showered and crawled into bed, still craving his touch that I realized what had happened.

While Clay was toying with me, bringing me to the edge over and over again he'd done something so sneaky that it blew my mind.

He'd stolen my panties.

Chapter Eleven

Clay

I woke up in the pool house, momentarily confused about where I was. My mind was blank for a minute. And then I remembered.

Nevada.

In my bed.

Naked and turned on and what- I'd had a crisis of conscience?

My throbbing balls told me all I needed to know about how that had ended.

Moron.

Idiot.

Traitor.

If the guys could see me now... they would laugh their asses off.

I rolled over and stared out the window. No one was at the pool. Good. I needed a cold splash of water to refresh me. And to take down my dick, which had roused immediately on waking.

Just remembering the look and feel and taste of her was enough.

Fuck.

I hadn't fucked her.

I knew why. It's because I cared. I had never not fucked a willing, hot and sexy girl in my life. Not as sexy as Nev. Not that I'd really ever encountered anyone like her before.

There wasn't anyone like her in the whole world.

Now I had to make sure I had her or I'd never get her out of my mind. I'd left her in a state of frustration so she should be as messed up as me today. Or not. Maybe girls could control that. Maybe she had a vibrator. Who the fuck knew.

All I knew was that nothing was going to put out the fire in my gut except fucking her. For like, a month. Straight.

No. A year.

I reached for the half empty bottle of bourbon and took a sip. Hair of the dog would fix me up right. A cup of coffee would be good. A cup of coffee with a splash of bourbon would be even better.

Slowly I stood and stripped off my clothes. I was pretty sure I had a swimsuit in here. If not I could call up to the house for it. When I asked for coffee.

I found a pair of trunks that looked like mine and pulled them on. The fabric skimmed my boner uncomfortably. Fuck, why didn't I finish her off again?

Oh right, because I had a heart.

And she would have regretted it.

And never spoken to me again.

Normally, I wouldn't have cared but with Nev it was different. If she stopped talking to me- I would miss her. A lot.

Like, a lot a lot.

Man, I was not happy about realizing that.
 

She'd come to be the one person I could be honest with. And who was honest with me. I could always count on Nev for a sincere reaction. That was a scary fucking thought. It was way more major than the overwhelming attraction.

Well, almost.

I used the phone in the pool house to call the kitchen. Then I walked outside and slowly slid my poor, aching dick into the pool. I was too hungover for laps just yet so I just floated.

I had plans to make.

Plans on how to devirginize one uptight little hottie. My mind swam with images of her underneath me, on top of me, on a chair, my desk, the bed, the floor. Oh yes, I had lots of plans to make.

I knew I could get her into bed.

I just had to make sure she stayed there afterwards.

Nevada

"You okay sweetie?"

I looked up at my mom from where I lay in bed. I was reading, or pretending to. Inwardly though, I was freaking the fuck out.

"Uh huh."

She leaned on the doorway, raising her eyebrow.

"Out with it."

I sighed and rolled over. I'd been thinking about Clay of course. And trying to control my raging hormones.

I was basically afraid to go outside because if I saw him right now, I would throw myself at him. Literally jump his bones like a wild woman. In broad daylight.

And I wasn't sure how he'd react.

"Boy troubles."

"Ah. I have some experience with that. Who is it?"

My mom sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at me. I hated lying to her. I hated it. But I had to.

No way I could tell her I was falling for her boss's son.

My eyes closed, unwilling to look at her while I lied to her face.

"No one you know."

"You like him?"

I nodded.

"Does he like you?"

I bit my lip.

"I think so. I mean, he wants to... you know."

"And you don't."

I looked at her for the first time.

"That's the problem. I do. But I don't-"

"You don't want to want him."

I nodded.

"He's used to getting what he wants. Everything he wants. But I know he'll lose interest once he gets it."

Mom's hand stroked my hair.

"You are wise beyond your years butterfly."

I looked up at her, saying nothing. Just grateful for her soothing hand against my hair. Of course, I still would have preferred someone else's hands on me.

Not just my hair either.

Everywhere.

"Nevada, I don't need to give you the talk about being careful do I?"

"No- but do you think I should go on the pill?"

Her hand froze for a moment. Then she started petting me again.

"Alright sweetie I'll set it up. This boy- is he someone special?"

"He's amazing. But he's sad a lot too. I think he had a hard time growing up."

"It sounds like you know him well."

"I think I do. I... care about him, you know?"

She smiled and stood up.

"Maybe he'll surprise you Nevvie. You never know. But guard your heart until you do."

Chapter Twelve

Clay

Finally.

I saw her out there. Swimming in the pool. It had been three days since the party by the lake. I hadn't seen Nev once, other than at the club, where she'd ignored me completely.

Well, not tonight.

It was already dusk and only the pool lights were on. If I hadn't been looking for her I would never have even noticed that someone was down there. But I was onto her sneaky ways.

I grabbed a six pack of beer and strolled down to watch her swim. She was wearing that bikini again. The one with red and white checks on it. Gingham they called it.

I watched her shiny skin break the waves as she swam for a half an hour. I went over my plan in my head. I don't think she didn't even see me there until she stopped.

She didn't look surprised when she looked up though.

She looked resigned.

She got out and toweled off, saying nothing. Finally, she walked over to me. I opened a beer for her and held it out.

She took it, swallowing deeply. I stared at her throat hungrily, gripping my own bottle tightly. I'd been sipping the same bottle the entire time.

I wasn't getting drunk tonight.

Hell no.

I needed my faculties intact when I took her.

And took her.

And took her.

She stared at me, considering. I stared right back.

"You know that was pretty shitty Clay. What you did to me the other night."

I swigged my beer.

"I know."

"You're not sorry are you?"

I shook my head slowly. Then I reached out and pulled her into my lap. Saying nothing, I started to traced the skin above her bikini top with my finger tips. Slowly, I leaned down and nipped the top of her breast with my teeth.