7 comments/ 45426 views/ 1 favorites Little Miss Trouble Ch. 01 By: lonelyforyou Tina gave herself one last look in the rearview mirror before she got out of the car. Perfect, she thought. Just the right mixture of innocent virgin and pouty sex goddess. She touched up the deep red gloss on her full lips and gave herself a smile. She climbed out of the car and tucked her ID and some money into her bra. She knew it was clichéd, but there wasn't room for pockets on this outfit. Her soft, round curves generously filled out the low-cut sweater and the short black skirt. The thin heels she wore emphasized her height and long legs. She licked her lips. She was ready to take some prisoners. She had visited this bar before. It was a little drive from where she lived, which helped to ensure that none of the patrons knew her or her parents. Not that she was technically doing anything wrong. After all, she was twenty-five, well beyond the age of consent. But she knew her conservative parents would not be thrilled to find out that their treasured daughter had a preference for older men--a preference that she often acted upon by "allowing" them to pick her up in bars. She was mostly in it to have some fun. She found older men incredibly attractive. She picked her locations carefully, aiming for places that appealed to middle-aged, middle-class, professional men. They were usually the ones who fell, drooling, at her feet. Still, she maintained some basic rules for herself. She never went home with or had sex with any of them. She never gave out her phone number or address. And she never misrepresented the fact that she was not interested in a serious relationship. Mostly she just flirted and teased, and then made out with them in the parking lot. She might give them a hand-job or let them play with her breasts. But that was about as far as she went. And, to be honest, most of the men seemed satisfied with that. After all, she gave excellent hand-jobs. Afterwards, she would go home and take care of her own physical needs. What she craved most from men was the attention. Tonight she was feeling particularly feisty. It had been a long week and she was really looking forward to having a drink and a little fun. She smoothed her skirt down over her hips and tugged her sweater a little lower just before she walked in the bar. She sashayed over to the bar, sending innocent smiles to the men whose eyes followed the sway of her hips or the bounce of her breasts. She scooted up onto a barstool and crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up and reveal more of her smooth, long legs. She tossed her thick, dark hair over her shoulder and gave the bartender a dazzling smile. "Hi, Charlie," she said seductively. Charlie grinned at her. "Well, if it ain't Little Miss Trouble." Tina's laugh was low and sensuous, causing a couple of men to look her way. Charlie shook his head at her. "Girl," he said with a wink, "I swear you're gonna' come in here and catch it one day." He handed her a short glass of 7-Up. She winked back at him and patted his hand affectionately. "I know you'll look out for me, Charlie," she said as she lifted the glass to sip. She took a moment to look around the bar. "Busy tonight," she murmured as she noticed several interesting prospects scattered around the room. A particularly attractive man near the pool tables sent her a seductive smile. She gave him a deliberately shy smile in return. She continued perusing the room, noticing that, as usual, the ratio of men to women was high. This bar was a place for a man's man--sports blaring on the TVs, pool tables, darts, and cigar smoke. Most women wouldn't come in for a casual drink, and the ones who did tended to be middle-aged like their male counterparts. She turned back to Charlie. "Thanks for the drink, sweetie," she said. He blushed. She laughed and slid down off the stool. A game of pool sounded like a fine idea to her. She wanted to get a closer look at the guy who had smiled at her. She wandered over to the pool tables, purposely lining herself up in the man's line of vision. She leaned against the wall in the corner and watched him make a shot. A ball clunked into the corner pocket. He straightened and looked right at her. She met his gaze for a moment and then timidly looked away. She could feel his eyes on her, checking her out. He moved around to her side of the table to line up his next shot. She took the opportunity to check him out from behind. He shot, sank another ball, and then turned back to smile at her again. She shyly smiled back and then ran her tongue slowly over her lips. She watched the desire kindle in his eyes. He tried to turn his attention back to the game, but she strategically dropped her napkin and then leaned over to pick it up off the floor, giving him an excellent view down her sweater. Not surprisingly, he missed his next shot. She looked at him innocently and then watched as he crossed over to stand next to her by the wall. He put a hand on the wall and leaned towards her, caging her into the corner. Her heartbeat quickened delightedly. He was several inches taller than her and looked very strong. Clearly he was not afraid to act on his impulses. He seemed to be just the kind of man she preferred. "Hello there," he said in a deep voice. He smiled teasingly at her. "Enjoying your evening?" he asked. She made herself blush and then nodded, looking up at him from under lowered lashes. "You know," he went on with a grin, "my evening got much better once I saw you." Tina laughed lightly and smiled at him. "Really?" she said in a soft, seductive voice. "That's so sweet of you to say." The man moved a little closer to her. She could smell his cologne. "You wanna' learn how to play?" he asked suggestively. "I bet I could teach a young lady like you a thing or two." He ran his hand lightly down her arm. Two glasses of wine later, Tina was feeling pretty good. She was enjoying flirting with Mark and he was enjoying teaching her how to play pool. He clearly liked pressing himself up against her back and putting his arms around her to help her aim the cue stick. His hand wandered frequently to her ass, caressing lightly. Tina missed another shot--on purpose, of course--and then turned around to face Mark. She pressed her body against his. "I missed again," she said, looking up at him with wide doe eyes and her lips in a sexy pout. She could see the longing building in his eyes. Not to mention that she could feel it growing in his pants. He circled her waist with his hands and lifted her up onto the edge of the table. She laughed and pressed a hand against his chest. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I can't play from up here." Mark leaned down to her. "I can," he responded. His lips pressed down on hers and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her even closer into his body. Tina reveled in the feeling of his mouth urgent and hot on hers. She let a seductive little sigh escape as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He was a fairly good kisser, she thought objectively. Little too much tongue for her taste. What was he trying to do? Lick her lips? She pulled back a little and smiled coyly at him. He pulled her close again and kissed her insistently. She let herself enjoy as she felt his hand sneak up to cup her breast. Suddenly she sensed someone watching them. She pulled back and saw a man standing behind Mark. She wondered what was going on. Charlie didn't usually care if she got a little touchy-feely in the bar, as long as everyone's clothes stayed on. The man stepped out from behind Mark and she gasped. "Uncle Rob!" she exclaimed when she saw his face. She hastily tried to scoot down off the table. Mark didn't budge. "What?" he demanded, his senses dulled as all the blood had rushed from his brain to his lap. The man pushed Mark aside and grabbed Tina's arm. "What do you think you're doing here, young lady?" he demanded firmly. She was mortified. Uncle Rob was a very close friend of her parents who had known her since she was a baby. Even though he was not really her uncle, she was incredibly embarrassed to be caught by him in this situation. Mark was still confused. "Hey, man, get your own girl," he said as he held onto Tina's other arm. Tina put her hand up to his chest and looked him in the eyes. "Mark," she said slowly and clearly, "This is my Uncle Rob and I have to go now, OK?" Mark brows furrowed as he considered what she said. "Thanks for the drinks, Mark." She stumbled a little as Rob began to pull her away. Rob yanked her towards the door. Charlie looked up at her questioningly, wondering if he should step in. Tina shook her head at him and followed Rob as quickly as she could. He pulled her out the door and into the parking lot. He walked briskly over to a silver Mercedes, opened the passenger door, and pushed her in. He walked around to the driver's side and let himself in the car. They sat there for a moment in silence. She had no idea what to say. She turned to Rob. "I guess this probably looks bad," she started. He looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. "OK, OK, I know it looks bad." She took a deep breath. "But I don't see any reason for you to tell my parents about it," she said firmly. He shook his head and looked at her disapprovingly. "I don't know, Tina. If it were my daughter and your parents saw her doing this, I would want to know about it." He looked her up and down. "I mean, just look at how you're dressed." Tina pulled the edge of her skirt down and crossed her arms over her chest. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Uncle Rob," she said, with a hint of desperation in her voice, "I was just having some fun. And, really, I'm twenty-five years old and not doing anything really wrong." "Don't you know how dangerous it is for you to be in a place like this alone?" he demanded sharply. "That man was easily twenty years older than you and at least a hundred pounds heavier. What if he had attacked you? Do you really think you could have stopped him?" "I wouldn't have given him the chance in the first place," she protested. "I've done this before. I'm careful." She felt frustrated and embarrassed. "I appreciate that you're worried about me, Uncle Rob, but you don't need to be." She put her hand on the door handle and looked over at him. "If you feel like you need to tell my parents, I'll understand." She opened the car door. Rob grabbed her arm before she could get out. "Where do you think you're going?" She turned back to him, slightly annoyed. "I'm going to go home," she said. "You don't have to worry about me." Rob shook his head at her. "You've been drinking," he said. "I'm not letting you drive home alone." His grip remained firm on her arm. She tried to pull away from him. "I'm fine," she insisted. "I only had two glasses of wine. I can drive myself home." "Stay in the car, Tina," he said firmly. "I think we need to talk some more. I'll drive you to my house and then after we've talked and you've calmed down, I'll drive you back here to your car." Tina sighed and closed the car door again. "Fine," she said. "But I swear I would be OK driving home." Rob started the car. "It's better not to take any chances," he said confidently. He pulled out of the lot and headed home. ***** They sat in silence for the fifteen-minute drive. Tina was still feeling annoyed and a little embarrassed that Rob was being so protective. She wished she were back in the bar, cuddled up with Matt, or Mark, or whatever his name was. Rob drove carefully, trying to clear his thoughts. He had been surprised to see his friends' daughter in that bar, draped over some strange man, letting him touch her. He had been even more surprised at the strength of the desire that had slammed into him when he had realized who she was. Then anger had taken over and spurred him to drag her out of the bar. Now he was taking her home. He knew it wasn't a smart idea, but he couldn't seem to help himself. He glanced over at her and saw she was pouting. Her skirt had ridden up again and he could see most of her smooth, shapely thighs. He gritted his teeth against the new wave of longing. He pulled into his driveway, slowly making his way down the bumpy, mile-long road. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her breasts jiggling softly in her tight sweater as the car ran over the rough gravel. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. He pulled into the garage and turned off the car. Tina let herself out of the car and then waited for him by the back door. "Is Celia home?" she asked, referring to his youngest daughter. Rob shook his head. "She started college last fall," he reminded her. "I've got the house to myself these days." Tina started to ask about his wife, but stopped herself when she remembered that they had gotten divorced a couple of years ago. He unlocked the back door and let them both into the kitchen. He flicked on the lights and tossed his keys on the counter. "Go sit in the living room," he said. "I'll be in there in a minute." Tina headed for the living room, mentally preparing herself for a long lecture. Rob stood in the kitchen and leaned against the counter. What was he doing? He shouldn't have told her to come back with him. He should have just let her go home on her own. Then he remembered the way her breasts looked in that sweater and he felt himself getting hard. He cursed at himself and pulled out a bottle of scotch. He poured himself a generous shot and downed it in one gulp. He needed to calm down before he went in to talk to her. He paced the kitchen, wondering what he should say and do. Then he filled up the coffee maker, turned it on and headed for the living room. Tina was sitting in the corner of a long, soft couch in front of the gas fireplace. Rob crossed the room and turned on the fire. Flames rose around the fake logs. He turned to face her. "Tina, I'm worried about you," he said slowly. "I don't think you realize the position that you're putting yourself into." He took a seat in the recliner near the end of the sofa where she sat. She looked at him and sighed. "I know you're worried," she said patiently. "But I can take care of myself. I'm an adult. I know how to handle myself." Rob shook his head in frustration and Tina stood and began pacing around the room. Rob watched her and couldn't help noticing how her high heels turned her legs into pure fantasy. He tried to focus on the conversation. "I know you're old enough to make your own decisions," he said. "But you're also young enough not to realize that some of your decisions might not be the best ones you could make." Tina spun around to face him. She threw her arms up in exasperation. "What's so horrible about going to a bar and flirting with some guys?" Rob stood up and crossed to her. "That was not just flirting," he said. "That man was old enough to be your father and he had his hands all over you." "I like older men," she protested. "And I wanted his hands on me. If I didn't, they wouldn't have been there." She rolled her eyes in aggravation. "Uncle Rob, like I said, I appreciate your concern. But I don't think this is any of your business." Before she could blink he was right in front of her, grasping her arms firmly in his large hands. "You think you can take care of yourself?" He pushed her back towards the wall. Her eyes widened in shock. "I'm about the size of that guy you were with tonight. Let's see you defend yourself." Tina tried to twist out of his grasp, but his grip was firm on her arms. She tried to kick at his shins, but he pushed her up against the wall and pressed his body against hers. She shivered at the furious look in his eyes and then looked down at the floor in defeat. "OK," she said softly, "You made your point." She waited for him to release her, but his grip only tightened. She winced. "You're hurting me, Uncle Rob," she said as she tried to twist away from him again. Rob released her suddenly, shocked at his own behavior. His pulse was racing and his breathing was labored. Damn, he wanted her so badly. He walked away from her and stalked into the kitchen. He grabbed a mug out of the cabinet and poured himself a cup of coffee. He had to get control of himself, he thought. "Uncle Rob?" Tina's voice drifted towards him from the doorway. Rob turned sharply and sloshed coffee over himself and the floor. He cursed under his breath. Tina grabbed some paper towels from the counter and went over to where he stood. She handed him a couple and then knelt down to mop up the floor. Rob barely managed to hold back a groan. He watched the tight skirt ride up and grow snug over her ass. From where he was standing, he could see directly down her sweater and his eyes feasted on the sight of round, firm breasts. He stood there, motionless, with paper towels in his hand and coffee soaking into his shirt. Tina stood up and looked at him. She set the wet towels on the counter and then took the dry ones from his hand. "Don't just stand there," she said with exasperation. "That's going to stain." She began to dab at his shirt with the towels. They weren't helping much. "Here," she said patiently, "You're going to have to take your shirt off and let me rinse it out." She began to undo his buttons. He reached down and grasped her wrists, unable to take the torture of her casual touch. She looked up at him questioningly. The desire in his eyes was blatant and she instinctively tried to take a step back in defense. "Uncle Rob?" she said uncertainly. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He crushed his mouth down on hers. She struggled and tried to pull away, but his grip was firm and his body pressed hers back against the counter. He deepened the kiss, trying to savor the sweet taste of her. She stopped struggling and stood tense, absorbing the emotions that were pounding at her from every direction. Then she let out a little sigh and he slipped his tongue into her mouth to explore. She moaned appreciatively. He felt her body begin to heat against his. The phone rang and they sprang apart. They stared at each other in disbelief. Tina lifted a hand to her lips. They were warm and tingling from the kiss. The phone rang again. Rob crossed the kitchen and picked it up, his eyes still locked on hers. Tina heard the blood rushing in her ears, blocking out the sounds of his phone conversation. She stood still for a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened. He had kissed her, she thought to herself. Her parents' friend--someone she had known her whole life--had just kissed her senseless. She felt the aftershock of the kiss in every pore. She leaned against the counter, grateful for its support. Rob hung up the phone. He stood across the room, hands in his pockets, looking over at her. She shifted uncomfortably and then turned away from him. She picked up the coffee-soaked paper towels and took them over to the trashcan. She stood there with her back to him. "Uh, I should probably go home now," she said at last. She glanced over at him and then away again when she saw he was still staring at her. She moved closer to the back door. "I understand what you were saying now," she said softly. "I promise I won't go back to that bar." Rob started to cross over to her and she looked up apprehensively. He stopped halfway across the kitchen. "Tina," he said gently. "I'm really sorry about that. I got carried away and..." She interrupted him and shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it." She moved closer to the back door again and then looked up at him warily. "Will you please take me back to my car?" His brows furrowed. "I think we'd better clear the air first," he said insistently. He walked towards her. She flinched away when he got close. "Really," she said forcefully. "It's OK. I don't want to talk about it." He began to say something else but she opened the back door and walked out. He waited a moment and then followed her. Little Miss Trouble Ch. 01 She was standing right outside of the garage in the dim light of the lamppost. She had her arms wrapped around herself for warmth. He walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. He felt her body stiffen slightly under his touch. "Tina," he said gently, "I just want to apologize..." She pulled away from him and moved several steps away. "Stop it!" she screamed. "I said I don't want to talk about it! Stop treating me like a child!" Impatiently he hauled her against him. "I'm not thinking of you as a child right now, Tina. I promise you that." She tried to think of some response to that, but could only blush and stammer. "Come back inside," he said firmly. Her eyes filled with defiance, but she walked back into the house. She strode coolly into the kitchen and waited for him to join her. When he came in, she poured them both coffee. She took her mug into the living room and sat on one of the couches. After a moment Rob entered the room and sat at the other end of the couch. Tina took a deep breath before she spoke. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Uncle Rob. It's just that this whole night has been confusing." She looked him straight in the eyes. "Then when you spilled the coffee and we... well, you know..." She ran her tongue over her lips and he felt the longing course through his blood. "I guess I didn't expect to feel the way I felt." She lowered her eyes and looked up at him warily. "I yelled at you because I didn't know what else to do. I'm sorry, Uncle Rob." She gently placed her hand on his knee. His heart was beating erratically. He hoped she wasn't going to give him a heart attack. After all, he was only fifty-four, and he expected to have several more good years ahead of him. His breathing was rough and he recognized the whip of desire coursing through his veins. He forced himself to calm down and take a deep breath. "I have a question for you, Tina." She looked over at him cautiously. "What I want to know," he said as he leaned in closer to her, "is what you meant when you said you didn't expect to feel what you felt." Tina eyed him warily. "Did you like it when I kissed you?" She felt her mouth go dry. She turned away from his intense stare and shook her head in denial. Rob moved closer to her until their bodies brushed against each other. Tina felt her heart begin to pound and the heat begin to spread inside her. She tried to shift away from him, but he simply shifted closer, until his mouth was only inches from her ear. "Do you want me to kiss you again?" Her breath caught in her throat and she pushed herself up off the couch. Rob stood with her. She tried to turn away, but he firmly grasped her shoulders. She was trembling under his hands and her eyes were full of apprehension. She looked up at him and shook her head. "Don't..." she whispered. "We shouldn't do this." But she could feel her own needs mounting as he looked down at her hungrily. His mouth lowered and he began nibbling at her ear. Her skin tasted rich and sweet, like warm, smooth caramel. He traced his tongue along her jaw and her head fell back instinctively, inviting him to trail his lips down her long, smooth throat. He kissed and sucked at her neck, trying to taste as much of her as he could. She moaned softly, driving his already insistent desires closer to the breaking point. She closed her eyes as all coherent thoughts fled her mind. No one had ever seduced her before. It was a strange new sensation. She felt his teeth nip gently at her neck and she let out a soft gasp. She raised her arms and circled them around his neck. His arms went around her waist and pulled her body close to his. She could feel the warmth emanating from his body. He smelled strong and natural--like a man. No cologne could compete with the heady scent of desire. His mouth worked its way up until his lips covered hers. She heard a groan, but she wasn't sure if it was his or her own. His mouth possessed hers with heat and passion, and she couldn't help but to respond by nipping at his lips with her teeth. Rob's needs hit the boiling point when she nibbled at his lips. Her scent was flooding his senses-like exotic wildflowers after the rain. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she sucked gently at it in response. He groaned and pushed them both down on the couch. She lay on the long, soft sofa with his body covering hers. Her head fell back and he attacked her neck with his teeth once again. Her hands moved through his hair, pulling his head towards her, demanding he take more. His mouth traveled down to her chest and he began to kiss the smooth skin that the low-cut sweater left exposed. She whimpered at his touch and yearned to have his skillful mouth at her breasts. He continued to kiss and suck at her neck and upper chest. One of his hands slid up under her skirt to stroke a smooth thigh and she rocked her hips up against his body. Rob groaned at the movement. He was already rock-hard and he was trying desperately to slow himself down. He tried to make himself think, but she was incredibly responsive and his desires were blocking his ability to reason. He wanted her badly--he longed to capture her full breasts in his mouth and to feel her lush, naked body wrapped around him in passion. His hand snaked up under her sweater and he practically growled when he discovered she was naked beneath it. His hand clamped possessively over her breast and she gasped in delight. He rolled her hardening nipple between his thumb and his forefinger and she cried out to him, "Yes! Please, yes!" The sound of her voice jolted him back to reality. He looked up at the dazed expression on her face and was completely shocked with himself. Immediately he rolled off of her and onto the floor. His body objected and he heard her groan in disappointment. He quickly got to his feet and looked down at her, stretched across the couch, practically quivering with excitement. Good god, what was he doing? Her eyes fluttered open and she saw him standing above her, looking shocked and disturbed. She tried to clear her thoughts but all she could remember was the feeling of his hand on her breast. She wanted more. She whimpered softly and looked up at him expectantly. He turned and left the room. Tina groaned again. Her body was taut, like a string waiting to be plucked. She could feel the heat and wetness between her thighs. She felt miserably abandoned. She forced herself to sit up. As she sat, her thoughts began to clear and she realized what had been happening. A few moments passed before Rob walked back into the room. She looked up at him--hurt and confusion clear in her eyes. He looked away shamefully. She looked so vulnerable, he thought. What kind of monster was he? He walked over to the couch and set a glass of water on the table in front of her. Then he moved over to stand by the fireplace. He watched her pick up the glass and sip at the water. He cursed himself for being so careless with her. He wanted to say something comforting, but he didn't know how to begin. He cleared his throat and she glanced up at him. He looked away and then berated himself for his cowardice. "I'll take you back to your car now," he said without emotion. She nodded in acceptance. She stood and smoothed down her skirt and sweater. Avoiding his eyes, she walked to the back door and let herself out. They both climbed into the car and he started the engine. He noticed the way that she pressed herself against the car door, as if creating as much space between them as possible. When they reached the bar he got out of the car with her and walked her to her car. "I'm sorry, Tina," he said as she climbed in. She shook her head. "Forget it," she mumbled. She started the engine and he watched as she pulled out of the parking lot. ***** The above is a piece of fiction based primarily on the author's fantasies and imagination. The author does not approve of the use of force or coercion in real life. Little Miss Trouble Ch. 02 Several weeks later Tina dressed to attend a Labor Day picnic with her parents. It was unseasonably warm for September, so she slipped on a thin, blue sundress with a full skirt that fluttered around her knees. She tied the halter straps around her neck and glanced in the mirror to appreciate how the dress left her most of her back exposed. She gently pulled on sheer, thigh-high stockings and attached them to the straps of a pale blue garter belt. She sighed and rolled her eyes at herself in the mirror as she fastened long silver dangles at her ears. She hated going to these "family" things. Her parents had insisted on this one, since the host was a long-time friend. And since she had little other social life lately, she finally agreed to meet them there. Actually, she had had no social life to speak of since the night Rob had caught her at the bar. For a few days after the incident she had been depressed, not understanding what had happened or why it had ended the way it had. She had indulged in long naps and ice cream, wondering if the way she lived her life was as bad as he said it was. Then she had gotten fed up with her self-pity and had turned her hurt feelings into anger. It was all his fault. He should have left her alone in the first place. But instead he had taken her to his home and seduced her. He was a jerk, just like all men. She thought this with renewed vengeance as she applied her lip-gloss. Men were just not worth the trouble. The most annoying thing was that now she felt kind of ashamed of the way she had teased men in the past. Again, she blamed it on Rob. He had made her feel both dirty and undesirable, and now she didn't really feel like going to bars and picking up men. But her desires had only grown exponentially since the events of that night. The urgency of her needs and the inability to meet them was slowly driving her crazy. She picked up her purse and slid her feet into a pair of heeled sandals. Switching off the lights, she headed out of the apartment and down to the parking garage. The picnic was about a twenty-minute drive from her apartment, so she cranked up her music and put down the windows. She prepared herself for a dull afternoon of small talk. Since she was late getting to the party, she had to park her car fairly far from the house. There must have been fifty cars lined up down the road. She sighed as she thought of all the people whose names she would have to remember. Slowly she strolled across the front yard and rang the doorbell. Her mouth fell open in surprise when Rob opened the door. She took an instinctive step back and would have tumbled off the stoop if he hadn't grabbed her arms. He held her body close to his until she caught her balance, then he released her and turned and walked back into the house, trying to contain his own shock at seeing her there. Tina stepped unsurely into the foyer of the house. She cursed herself for not realizing that the hosts were good friends of his as well as of her parents. Of course he would be there. She worked to regain her composure. When he turned back to her, she managed to look at him without emotion. He looked back at her with a raised brow. "I didn't realize you would be here," he said calmly. "I hope this won't be uncomfortable for you." Tina bit back the string of curses that came to mind. "Not at all," she said smoothly. "Why would it be?" She crossed the room and headed for the stairs that led down to the patio. He watched her leave the room and he had to smile in appreciation of her confidence and spirit. She was quite a woman. Not a woman, he corrected himself quickly, just a girl still. He shook his head and reminded himself to stay away from her. There was no need for any more trouble between them. He went back into the kitchen to grab the extra beers he had promised to fetch for the host and then headed down the stairs himself and joined the people spread across yard. The house and property were huge and included a wide-open yard, as well as a pond and a magnificent garden. His eyes scanned over the people, looking for Tina. She was sitting with her parents at a round table in the middle of the lawn. As he watched, three young men approached the table and sat down. His jaw clenched painfully as he watched them talk with her and he heard her low, seductive laughter drift across the yard. His eyes narrowed as one of the men ran a finger down her cheek. He knew what it would feel like--warm and smooth. Even recognizing the emotion running through him as petty jealousy, he had trouble controlling it. He joined his host at the barbeque pit and tried to take his mind off of her. But he could hear the sound of her voice, the seduction of her laugh. He barely controlled the urge to storm over to her table and pound the three young men into the ground. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed that she was walking, alone, down to the gazebo at the edge of the pond. After a moment's consideration, he decided to follow her. When he entered the small, enclosed wooden structure, he saw that she was sitting quietly on a bench, peeking through one of the holes in the latticed walls. She turned towards him at the sound of his footsteps. Her eyes frosted over when she saw who it was. She stood abruptly. "Excuse me," she said as she moved past him, intending to return to the party. He blocked her way. She glared at him in frustration. "I'd rather not talk to you right now," she said coolly. He glared back at her. "I saw you talking to those guys out there--flirting with them," he said bitterly. "What I do is my own business. There is nothing you can do about it, understand?" She stared up at him angrily, challenging him to say anything else. She turned to leave the gazebo and he grabbed her arm. She struggled to pull away, but he pulled her over to him and locked his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. "Let me go, you bastard!" she cried as she fought against him. His mouth closed over hers, silencing any further words she may have intended to say. Greedily he feasted, savoring the taste of her lips under his. Tina fought against the desires that bubbled up inside of her. She struggled to control the need to kiss him back. His grip around her tightened and he could feel the press of her breasts against his body. Longing whipped like flames through his blood and he kissed her fiercely, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned, unable to stop the heat that was spreading through her body. She longed to have his hands all over her. He released her suddenly, staring down at her with bald desire in his eyes. Her body trembled under his intense stare. Unable to resist the temptation, she stepped forward and pressed her lips to his. Her soft, young body pressed against his and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand reached up to cup her breast and she whimpered in pleasure at the sensation. "God, I want you so much," he murmured against her mouth. She simply groaned in response, pushing her hips against his. "We can't..." he mumbled. She moaned at the thought of being denied again. "We can't here," he clarified, nibbling at her lips seductively, still caressing her breast through her thin dress. They pulled back from each other and locked gazes. "My apartment," she said softly. He shook his head. "My house," he countered. "It's closer." She nodded and headed out of the gazebo, glancing back at him as she left. "I'll meet you there," she said, still breathless from his kiss. ***** Tina took the long way to his house, wanting to make sure that he arrived there first. As she drove, she waged a mental battle about whether this was a good idea. She shook her head. She knew it was a bad idea. The real question was whether she was going to do it anyway. She pulled into his driveway and saw that his car was parked in the garage. She took a deep breath, surprised at how nervous she felt. If he had turned her away last time, what made her think he wouldn't turn her away again? She parked in the garage next to his car and took one last deep breath. Then she went to the back door and knocked. Rob was pacing the kitchen when he heard the knock at the door. He, too, was wondering if he should go through with this. He wanted her badly, even though he knew what he was doing was wrong. But when he opened the door and saw her standing there, soft and beautiful, he knew he had to have her. He took her hand and drew her into the kitchen. He could see the nerves in her eyes. He pulled her close to him, framed her face in his hands, and kissed her softly, letting his lips move gently over hers. He felt her lips warm and watched her eyes flutter closed. He pulled her into his arms and held her, breathing in the intoxicating fragrance of wildflowers and shampoo. Tina steeped herself in the comfort and strength of his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his waist. She could feel the softness of his shirt and the solidity of his body. For the moment she felt treasured--wrapped in the luxury of his embrace. He began to kiss the silky softness of her hair. His kisses traveled down to her forehead and then trailed to her cheeks. She tilted back her head, welcoming his mouth to hers. His tongue dipped into her mouth, savoring the sweet flavors. She sighed and her fingers gripped the back of his shirt. The kiss grew deeper and more urgent as he grasped her hair and pulled her to him. His tongue searched her mouth and she moaned seductively. She pressed her body into his in a silent request for more. Unable to stop himself, he swept her into his arms and carried her through the house to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and stared down at her, entranced by the way her hair pooled around her. She raised a knee so that one foot was flat on the bed. Her skirt slid down, revealing the top of her stockings and the hint of one smooth, soft thigh. He clenched his teeth and used all his strength to rein in his desires. He had to know that this was what she really wanted. He sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. Longing whipped through him as she hummed, rubbing back against his hand. "Are you sure?" he asked in a raspy whisper. "You need to be sure. Because once I touch you, I'm not going to be able to stop." He saw little flicks of fear mixed with the desire in her eyes. She nodded. "I'm sure," she whispered. "I want to be yours." His throat clogged with needs. His head dipped down and he showered kisses over her face and neck. His hands slid through her long, heavy hair and then met behind her neck to untie the straps of her dress. When they were undone, he feathered kisses from her shoulder to her elbow. She sighed appreciatively and looked up at him with sultry eyes. He climbed all the way onto the bed, straddling her hips between his knees. Involuntarily she rocked her hips up to meet his. Even through the layers of clothing, they could feel the heat coming from each other's bodies. He slowly drew the top of her dress down to her waist, revealing her soft, round breasts. Her dark nipples tightened as the cool air brushed across them. He waited a moment, enjoying the sight of her body under his, appreciating the smooth honey-toned skin and the sudden shyness in her eyes. He cupped both breasts, one in each hand, and she gasped delightedly, eyes fluttering closed. As he circled her hardening nipples with his thumbs he watched the shallow breaths she exhaled through soft, full lips. He pinched the nipples between his fingers and her eyes flew open, locking onto his. He could see the desire kindle in her eyes. He pulled gently on her nipples and her hips rocked up to meet his again. Her hands lifted to circle his wrists, pulling him towards her, yearning for more. Tina watched with blurred vision as he slowly leaned down and took the hardened peak of one breast into his mouth. She cried out in pleasure and her body trembled violently beneath his. His tongue circled the tender nub and then he sucked it up into his mouth. Tina felt fire shoot through her blood. Her hands reached up and she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head down towards her aching breast. The heat spread through her body as he reached up and captured her wrists in his hands. He held them down to the bed, never taking his lips from the smooth curves of her chest. Again, she trembled as he sucked her nipple up into his mouth, nipping playfully at it with his teeth. She groaned. He released her nipple and lowered his mouth to her other breast. Again he circled the tender flesh with his tongue, delighted to feel it pucker and harden in his mouth. He sucked at it gently, then with more intensity. She ground her hips up against his body. She wanted to touch him. To feel his warm flesh under her hands. She struggled to release her wrists from his grasp. Finally he let go of her hands. She lifted them immediately to his shirt and tugged at the buttons, impatient to touch him as he was touching her. He understood her urgency and helped her remove the shirt. She moaned appreciatively when the shirt was gone and all that was left was man. This was no young boy's chest, she thought as she ran her hands over the rough skin. He was all man--hard muscles and warm flesh. He groaned as her hands raced eagerly over him. He leaned over her and kissed her fiercely. She felt his bare skin press against her breasts and she closed her eyes, trying to absorb the sensation. When he ran his hands down her arms, she felt his touch over every inch of her body. Her breasts ached from it; her thighs trembled. She heard him groan, felt the light quiver run through him as her fingernails scraped down the warm flesh of his back. Reluctantly he broke the kiss. Desire clawed at him with a sharpness he had never experienced before. He climbed off of her and then ran his hands over her full breasts. Her body arched under his touch. Gently, softly he pulled her dress down over her hips and down her legs. He felt every muscle in his body tense as he revealed her smooth, golden skin and the frothy blue garter belt. He tossed the dress aside and ran his hands from the sides of her breasts down to her hips. Her panties were a tiny scrap of blue material between her thighs. He watched her body tremble as his hand traced up her thighs and cupped her through the satiny cloth. She cried out in pleasure and he felt her pour into his hands. Stunned and empowered by the intensity of her response, he ripped the panties off and cupped her again. She gasped and writhed under his touch, moaning as she felt his fingers part her swollen lips. Unable to wait a moment longer, Rob quickly removed the rest of his clothing and then climbed back on the bed, kneeling between her legs. He was hard as rock and wanted nothing more than to pound himself into her. But instead he took his time, wanting to seduce her, wanting her to remember being with him for the rest of her life. His finger traced up her moist slit and she groaned appreciatively. He lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled hungrily. Her hands moved up to grip his hair and pull his head up against her body. His fingers gently continued to stroke her pussy lips. He could feel the heat pulsing from within her. Slowly and carefully he pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. She gasped out his name and he felt her body buck underneath his. "I could eat you alive," he murmured and once more crushed his mouth down on hers. He grabbed her wrists and held them down to the bed again, knowing that if she touched him now, it would be over much too soon. Her body arched when he drew the tip of her breast into his mouth. He could feel her heartbeat quicken as he used his teeth and tongue to pleasure her. She shuddered under his hands, nearly wept, as each new burst of pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands struggled under his. She wanted to touch him, to hold him in her hands. At last he released her hands and his hand cupped between her thighs once again. She was hot and wet and ready. Her nails bit into his bare back as he slipped a finger inside of her. She came hard, soaking his hand and driving him to the edge of madness. She needed to feel him inside of her. As if he read her mind, he quickly removed his finger and then drove himself hard and deep inside her. For a moment they were completely still, absorbing the sensation. Then they began to move as if they were one. Their gazes met and held as their movements built up speed. In the back of her mind, Tina recognized the erotic sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her hips pumped madly, meeting his beat for beat, urging him on. She cried out as the orgasm hit her, stronger than she could ever imagine. And yet her body continued to move in rhythm with his. She longed to feel him explode inside her. He hammered himself into her, barely holding himself back from the edge. He watched her, watched the blind pleasure in her eyes even while the need for release clawed viciously at his gut. Then her body went taut as yet another orgasm ripped through her. He heard her scream his name as he finally emptied himself deep inside her. Then he collapsed on top of her, flesh against flesh.