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Never Again Ch. 01

By: Dien



My name is Layna and I am 19 years old. I developed early. I had a C42 Bra size at the age of nine and hit puberty just before the age of ten. More people started to notice me. Boys at school, looked at me and always asked me to hang out with them at recess. But, the attention did not always come from school...

Around the time that I turned 18, I had filled out even more. My breasts were a whopping 42DDD and my ass was plump and obviously grabbable.

I never paid attention to my looks. I was more of a book worm. I was looking into college and had gotten accepted to many schools across the country but, my father wished me to live at home so that he could pay for it in full. My job sucked and he did not want me paying back loans for the rest of my life. My dad was so cool.

The first time IT happened my father picked me up from school. I couldn't afford a car and rode the bus most of the time, but Dad met me as I was coming out of the door. I ran to the car. I was so happy to see him. I never really talked to my dad, but as far as I was concerned he was the best dad ever. I never wanted anything and I never had to ask because he would always have what I wanted. I was his little girl. 

My mother died in child birth so my dad was basically both my parents. He worked two jobs and took care of me. Sometimes I had to stay at Grandma's house, but she died when I was eight and I learned to take care of myself.

I suggested that dad date around a little, but he was more worried about me than finding someone for himself.

I sat in the car and asked, "Dad, why'd you pick me up today?"

"Can't I come and pick up my little princess?"

I smiled at him and said, "Aww Dad."

He chuckled.

He placed his right hand on my knee. I put my hand over his. 

We did not speak the whole way home but his hand never pulled from under mine.

When we got home, I ran inside and threw my stuff onto the floor. It felt so good to get that damned backpack off of my shoulders. 

"Oh honey," my father said, "Your clothes are a mess."

"What?" I looked at my clothes and noticed he was referring to the mud I had gotten on my shorts from the puddle a car splashed me with earlier.

"Take those off so that I can wash them."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and be right back."

"No, just take them off now. They need to be in the wash before they stain."

He gave me a stern look. Scared, I did what he said.

"Hand me those."

He looked at me, but not into my eyes. He stepped closer and leaned down.

"You're so beautiful. Let me see you."

He motioned for me to spin around. I will admit that I am quite enticing: Flat stomach, nice plump ass and long dark, blue-black hair, and silvery blue eyes.

I spun around and he starred into my eyes and put his hand on my cheek.

"You know I love you, right Layna?"

"Uh...yeah."

"I love you so much."

My father's lips met mine. I'd seen this in movies: The prince would kiss the princess. But, the princess never kissed the King. I was so scared. This wasn't good, but it didn't feel wrong. Damn my hormones.

My father squeezed my breasts and my nipples became hard. I wasn't sure what to think, but I tingled all over. And somehow, I wanted more. 

My pussy became wet and my clitoris was so hard. My father suckled my erect nipples and pinched them. I let out a sigh.

"Yes, daddy makes you feel good, doesn't he?"

"Yes. Daddy, I-I."

"Don't worry. I'll show you."

He rubbed the palm of his hand on my pussy and it sent a jolt through my body. It was something I had never felt before. He rubbed faster and faster and I became louder.

I was a virgin unlike many girls at my school. Most of them had lost theirs at the age of 14. I was just looking for the right guy, but where are those guys anyway?

"I-What is happening. I feel-something's coming. I-"

It was like an explosion. Like everything had come to a sudden peak and I loved it. I wanted it again.

"Go to the couch sweetheart."

I laid down on the soft couch. It cradled my tiny body. I waited for him to come over and I jumped at what I saw. I believe that his cock was at least 10 inches and he was fully erect. Instinctively, I grabbed it.

"It's like a lollipop."

I looked at him and he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth on it. His size made me wet. The more that I sucked him, the less I cared of whether I should or shouldn't be doing it.

I heard him grunt and moan. I knew he liked it. 

In and out he went. Harder. Faster. He hit the back of my throat and I heaved. He moaned to the feeling of my throat grasping his cock. 

He began to slow down. I wondered why. He grabbed and pulled my hair pulling me off of him and looked into my eyes.

"That's enough."

I looked at him confused.

"Now, I know that your teachers never told you how pleasurable sex really is. Before you learn, there must be pain," I looked at him worried," so don't fret. I will break you in."

At the time I thought it was a favor. Who else to teach me about sex than someone who is close to me: Someone that I love. It was new... something I didn't know, and curiosity kept me going.

He stroked his cock and laid me down on the couch, kissing my breasts and all the way down to my pussy. He looked at me and I was not sure what he was doing. He stuck his tongue out and licked my clitoris. I jumped and almost came from the intensity. Now it felt wrong. But somehow I could not say no.

He stuck one finger inside of me and kept tasting me. It felt so good, so bad, so right, so wrong, all at the same time.

It didn't take me long to come all over his face. I screamed and he smiled at my obvious pleasure.

"Now, this is going to hurt. But you will get used to it. Do you trust me Layna?"

I nodded.

Of course I trusted him. He was my father.

He held his cock and rubbed it on my pussy lips and flicked it on my clit almost making me beg for it.

He slowly pushed himself into me.

"Ah!"

"Shhh"

"No, no. It hurts. Please."

"It'll be fine. Stop it."

It was all the way in, but it hurt so good.

I struggled to get up.

"No. Stop it. You're taking this and you're going to like it."

He began to go faster and faster and I felt my entire world crumbling underneath me.

He thrust harder and harder and I felt something release. It was not come this time. I reached down and I was bleeding. 

"Get up now."

I thought it was over, but I was so wrong. He turned me around and had me get on my knees on to the couch and took one of his hands to bind my wrists. His other hand groped my breasts.

"Ah fuck. Yes. It's so fucking tight."

I cried out his name: Daddy.

He reached around and rubbed my clit. He whispered to me, making me pulse all over.

"Come for me baby. Come for me please. Let me feel your tight pussy on my cock."

"Oh, no. I-I" Part of me crashed into reality. This was wrong. No matter how right or good it felt. I couldn't control it. He knew where to go. He knew where to touch me. I came. My pussy clenched around his manhood. I couldn't stop coming. I couldn't stop. Then, I realized that I didn't want to. It was so dirty, kinky, hot. It was wrong. Again, I fell back into fantasy.

"Yes. That's it. Come again."

And I did. 

"Ah fuck. Fuck. I can't-ah. Take it. I want to hear you scream."

His thrusts got harder and faster and his hand didn't leave my clit.

"Come with me. NOW!"

"Ah. Mmmuh."

"Yes! Ah-fuuuuck!"

I felt warmth inside of me. It felt wrong, but I came again. He kept himself inside me for a few more thrusts and pulled out.

Come dripped from my pussy and I was shaking all over. I couldn't believe that had happened. Worst of all: I liked it.

"Now. Go to your room."

I ran upstairs, my legs covered in blood and come. I knew too much. I felt too much, but I wished to feel more. So much more.

I laid in my bed, satisfied and horrified, thinking it was all a dream. But, I knew it wasn't. My wet, come and blood-soaked bed told me it was real.

The next day, I went to school and did not speak to anyone. I wanted to keep to myself. I was horny. Every step I took sent a vibration through me and made me want to go home.

I came home off the bus that day and dad was not home: Probably still at work. I went upstairs and finished my ridiculously long essay and fell asleep.

I woke to my bedroom door shutting and locking.

"Layna. Are you awake?"

I pretended to be asleep, but that did not stop him.

He sat on the bed and touched my cheek.

"You are so beautiful."

I opened my eyes slowly.

"Dad, I have school tomorrow."

He pulled down my blankets and saw that my nipples were hard.

"Aww honey. Are you wet?"

" I have to go to bed."

He touched my breasts and rubbed my clit.

"Dad, stop!"

I didn't really want him to stop. I wanted him to take me again and again.

"Don't you fucking take that tone with me!"

He ripped off my clothes and held me down. He stuck his dick in my mouth. 

"Fuck, yes. That's it. Use your tongue on me. More a-ah."

His hardness made me wet. I began to touch myself.

"You want some now?"

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and went down to my pussy and ate me. His tongue swam like a fish in and out of my sex, vibrating my clitoris, and making me insane. I gripped my bed post and pulled cracking the wood. It was too good. I felt my world unwinding again just like the day before. The climb, I was almost there, so close... 

"Yes. Mmm. That's it, " I said.

"Ready to come baby?"

"YES! Make me come, please!"

"No."

I had fallen backwards off the mountain: All the way down to the bottom. I was shaking. I needed the completeness and I needed it now.

"What the fuck?"

"We'll save it for later."

He stood up and went for the door I got up and blocked him.

"No. Make me come now."

His eyes widened like he was surprised. 

"I have waited for this all day. I need to feel you inside of me. I am going crazy," I grabbed his cock, "I need this."

I began to stroke him slowly. He didn't say anything, but he let me push him back onto my bed. He was fully erect, but his jeans confined him. I didn't slowly do anything. I just wanted something, someone inside of me.

I took one hand and popped the button and broke the zipper on his jeans. My breasts were so soft that night. I remember. I pulled his pants down, threw them across the room and licked him. He jumped. I think he was almost horrified at what I was doing, but he said nothing. Typical man.

I got on my knees and pressed my breasts together and slid his cock in between. He was so loud. He liked it. I knew it.

He messed with my hair, running his fingers through it. He looked at me as I slid up and down his cock. He started pumping, moving in time with me. I could tell he was close. He bit his lip and then cried out. I squeezed my breasts as hard as I could, slid all the way down and sucked his head.

"Layna, you're-you're going to make me come. Please. Ah-fuck."

I stopped sucking him.

"Come then. See if I care."

I continued to suck him and he kept pumping. I could feel it coming. His stomach clenched, his toes curled and he cried out my name so loud I could swear the neighbors could hear him. 

He tasted like warm cinnamon milk.

"Layna..."

He fell back onto the bed, breathing, his dick still hard. I did not hesitate. I climbed on the bed and he opened his eyes.

"Layna, what are you doing?"

"I need this."

"No, I can't have it anymore."

"You're not having anything. I am taking it."

I lowered myself over his cock. Each drip from me made him jump.

"It's too sensitive. I can't take it."

"I'M TAKING IT! NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!"

I snapped.

I slid down onto his cock and he closed his eyes in painful pleasure. Our voices floated through the warm still air. I rode him for an hour before I came and still I couldn't stop. Two, three, four...I stopped at six: when I made him come again. 

He crawled off the bed and did not say a word to me. Just as well. He was just a toy. It was time to find a bigger, stronger toy. 

I had no idea what he turned me into...or what I had become...

To be continued...

Never Again Ch. 01



10 years ago...

"No, no way, so not happening. There's no way you can win this. You may be faster, but I'm smarter and sneakier."

Scott had both of Gia's wrists encircled with his long fingers, but she twisted her arms outwards, forcing him to release her. She headed up the hill as fast as her bare feet would allow. For a moment, he didn't chase her but instead watched her run, absentmindedly admiring her long legs and ass.

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Scott and Gia had known each other since the very first day of kindergarten, thirteen years earlier. They'd been friends, but once they reached high school, they started running with different crowds. They were still friendly but neither ever sought the other out unless they happened to be in the same class or after-school activity. 

Gia was taller than most of the girls she hung out with. They grew up in a WASPy, affluent town where blond hair and blue eyes were standard, and petite was the only body type considered attractive. At 5 feet 9 inches, with dark curly hair, green eyes and olive skin, Gia didn't exactly look like her classmates. She had been on the chubby side growing up, but by her senior year, she began running to keep fit and was in pretty good shape. It took a while, but Gia was, for the most part, pretty happy with her looks, though her full chest and rounded hips meant she would always be curvy. She had struggled with self-esteem issues when she started high school but finally was in a place that she felt good about.

Scott was taller than, well, almost everyone. At 6 feet 6 inches, he towered over every girl he dated and every one of his friends. He had short, straight blond hair and ice blue eyes, and kept himself in good shape playing sports year round. Scott had sharp, angular facial features and slightly full lips. The fact was, Scott was gorgeous, almost shockingly good-looking, and he knew it. Confidence was not something he lacked. Girls fawned all over him and he loved it. Getting a girl to fall for him was like shooting fish in a barrel. 

Both Scott and Gia had significant others back at home. 

He was dating a pom pon girl a year behind them in school named Kelly. Kelly was short and petite with chin length blond hair and blue eyes. Actually, she and Scott could have passed for siblings were it not for the difference in size. 

Kelly was an ice queen, and loved being known as a bitch. She liked that other girls were afraid of her, though it always bothered Kelly that Gia was neither interested in anything about her nor intimidated by her reputation.

Gia had been with James for almost six months. James was about three inches taller than Gia and had a great smile, brown eyes, blond hair and played football with Scott. He was sweet and attentive and Gia found that their time together was easily spent. 

Scott and James had always gotten along, but recently, something about James had begun to rub Scott the wrong way. Scott couldn't put his finger on it, but after years of liking James, he suddenly found him intolerable. 

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Immediately after graduation, Scott and Gia headed to rural Georgia on a work trip building homes with other graduating seniors from all over the country. They both had begun volunteering a few years earlier because they thought it would look good on college applications. Gia had been surprised the first day Scott showed up at a homeless shelter to spend the day volunteering, but since she didn't really know anyone else there all that well, she spent the day working next to him. After a few months, they both realized that they actually enjoyed the volunteer work, and they had kept it up since. 

They had finally finished their work after 10 long days, and after a celebratory barbeque, they happily sat around a large fire roasting marshmallows. 

Out of nowhere, Scott flicked a piece of graham cracker across the campfire at Gia. She rolled her eyes and continued talking. Scott couldn't stand her ignoring his presence, so he decided to flick marshmallow her way, knowing it would stick to her. 

"What, are you four years old? Does the baby need attention? After all it has been more than 60 seconds since you've been the center of things. Can't you see that I'm in the middle of talking to someone?" Gia's sarcasm was something Scott actually loved. She was funnier than any other girl he knew and she was always ready with a quick comeback. 

"Can you come over here? I need to talk to you."

"Ugh, yeah, in a sec. Honestly, there are infants that are less needy." As Gia stood, she reached behind her back feeling around for something. In the dim firelight, Scott didn't notice that she had something in her hand as she sat next to him on the ground. 

As he began to talk about nothing in particular, Scott couldn't help but glance down her shirt. She had the most gorgeous cleavage he'd ever seen; her breasts sat high on her chest and were slightly big for her body. He'd been fantasizing about them for years, as most of the guys their age had, and anytime he got the chance to peek down her shirt, he did. Their petite blond classmates didn't possess many curves, so Gia's body was always a popular topic in the locker room.

Not that anything would ever come of his lust for her. They were too different and she was a complete pain in the ass. Gia never let him get away with anything, and Scott had long been accustomed to charming his way around the fairer sex. Uncomplicated and easy defined every one of his relationships, and he didn't anticipate that changing anytime soon.

Scott's eyes were so focused on Gia's chest, he failed to notice as her hand reached up over his head, squishing a freshly-roasted marshmallow into his hair.

"What did you just do? I cannot believe that you did that, this is going to take forever to get out!" His yelling fell on deaf ears because Gia couldn't stop laughing. 

In one swift movement, from his seated position, Scott lunged at her, but she skittered backwards on her butt and he was only able to get a hold of her ankle. She twisted her leg out of his grasp, hopped to her feet and took off running across the campgrounds all the while cackling at the mess she'd made. Scott bolted after her and followed the sound of her feet hitting the ground as she ran up the hill towards the bathrooms.

Gia slowed slightly to kick off her sandals and just as she was about to speed up again, Scott caught the back of her shirt and spun her around by the shoulder. 

"No, no way, so not happening. There's no way you can win this. You may be faster, but I'm smarter and sneakier."

Scott had both of Gia's wrists encircled with his long fingers, but she twisted her arms outwards, forcing him to release her. She headed up the hill as fast as her bare feet would allow. 

For a moment, he didn't chase her but instead watched her run, absentmindedly admiring her long legs and ass. Each time he admired her, Scott told himself that this was no different that admiring anyone else- a nice ass was just that and nothing more.

After a second or two, Scott snapped back into the task at hand and ran after her.

As soon Gia she reached the women's bathroom she pushed through the door and stopped to catch her breath. Just as it was about to close behind her, the door swung back open, hitting the wall behind it with a loud crack. She couldn't believe he was doing it, but Scott was actually following her into the bathroom. 

"Oh my god, you can't be in here- are you crazy?"

"I'll leave when you come out with me."

"Scott, there are women showering in here, you need to get out." 

Scott planted his feet firmly. "If you want me out, come over here. Coming in here is a chicken-shit move."

"Okay, fine, but you have to let me by. You can't just stand in the doorway waiting to grab me, that'd be a totally weak way for you to catch me."

"Fine, I'll go outside, but you'd better get out here quickly or I'll come back in. And this time, I'll carry you out!" he yelled as the door closed again.

Gia waited a few seconds and cautiously opened the door. She peered around the doorway and didn't see anyone, so the started jogging along the side of the building, waiting to hear Scott's feet behind her. When it was clear that he wasn't near her, she slowed, wondering if he'd left. 

Gia was just about to call his name when she felt a cold blast of water hit her directly in the face. There Scott stood- a hose in his hand and a triumphant look on his face as he soaked her from head to toe. As the icy water dripped from her hair she couldn't help laughing. He was good, but there was no way she'd let him walk away until he was a soaked as she was. 

She stepped towards him and lunged for the hose. Gia grabbed and pulled, but Scott was a lot stronger than she was. They began a tug of war with the hose while he continued to drench her, and just as it slipped from her fingers, Gia swept her foot behind Scott's ankle and he fell back, releasing the hose on his way down. She bent down to grab it, and though she did manage to spray Scott momentarily, he grabbed both her knees and pulled her down next to him. 

Even on the ground she still struggled for the hose, so Scott grabbed both her wrists and pulled them over her head while he crawled over her to keep her from squirming out of his grasp. 

By this point, they were both laughing hysterically at each other as he held himself over her. Scott looked down at her face and suddenly became quiet. She looked up at him and smiled, and in that moment, he realized what he'd long been too afraid to admit- he was totally crazy about her. 

Scott's heard sped up and he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. It wasn't her face or hair or body, it was her. She was different, strong, smart and he'd never known anyone like her. He suddenly couldn't imagine anything better than kissing her.

Both of their faces became serious as he slid one of his hands over her palm and interlaced his fingers with her. He pushed the matted hair out of her eyes with his other hand, ran his fingers down her cheek, slowing to stroke his thumb over her bee-stung lips. 

"You..." "You are so..." he couldn't articulate everything that he was feeling, and it scared him. "You... ...have the most incredible mouth I've ever seen." 

With that, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. They were both tentative at first; he brushed his mouth over hers so he could gently suck her upper lip, he then moved to place soft kisses along her jaw. 

Gia's stomach flip-flopped and she fought to catch her breath as she began to feel a tingle between her legs. Her heart thumped so hard she could hear it in her ears. 

She slid her hand up over his back and put her palm against his cheek so she could pull him to back to her mouth. His tongue brushed over the seam between her lips and she opened her mouth so he could slide inside. She began to kiss him back, hard, giving as good as he gave.

When she tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth, Scott couldn't stop himself from grinding his pelvis against her. He pushed her legs open so he could settle himself against her crotch. 

As she felt the hard ridge in his pants press into her mound, she snapped back to reality and pushed both hands against his chest, forcing his mouth from hers.

"What's wrong?" he panted.

"We can't do this. Kelly and James are waiting for us back home and I'm not a cheater. I should never have kissed you, I don't know what I'm thinking. This isn't right." 

Before she lost her nerve, Gia slid to the side, stood up, and began to walk away. She knew if she didn't get away from him quickly she wouldn't be able to stop something that should never have begun.

Scott stood and followed her. "Wait, don't go." 

She began walking faster, so he grabbed her hand from behind and turned her around to face him.

"What do you want from me?" she sounded frustrated, confused.

"I want... ...you." He wanted to tell her that he'd wanted her for as long as he could remember, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Why? You have a blond bimbo at home who I am sure is more than happy to satisfy you anytime you want."

"Yeah, but I'm not in love with her, " he blurted out without thinking.

That was the last thing the Gia had ever expected to hear; she almost didn't believe her ears.

"Excuse me?"

He didn't respond, but just stood there looking at the ground.

"Scott, what did you say?"

"C'mon Gia, you heard me."

"No, tell me. Tell me... ...please, I need to hear it."

"I love you, Gia. I'm crazy about you. Why do you think I keep doing all this volunteer stuff?"

Gia was speechless and before she knew what she was doing, she threw her arms around his neck and crushed her mouth to his. 

His hands ran down her back and over her ass. He let his fingers skim over the backs of her thighs and then pulled her leg over his hip. In one quick motion, he lifted her. Gia wrapped her legs around his waist and he walked them towards the wall of building that housed the bathrooms. 

When she felt her back press against the wall she loosened her grip around Scott's neck. Holding her up, Scott was eye-level with her chest. She had been wearing a white tank top and he realized that he could see her the outline of her nipples through her wet shirt. 

He dove forward and sucked one nipple right through the fabric of her top. He nipped at her breast and Gia gasped. Scott set her down, freeing his hands so he could slide them up her shirt. He cupped her supple breasts and let out an audible groan. Her skin was incredibly soft, and even though she was wet, her tits felt warm against his palms. 

He grabbed the hem of her tank top and peeled it off of her. Scott stepped back to look at her, to finally see the tits he'd been infatuated with for so long. 

She wore a white mesh bra that allowed him to clearly see her nipples. His eyes roved down; her stomach was flat and tan, her shorts rested low on her hips and with each breath she took, Scott became more and more aroused as he realized that even his most satisfying fantasy didn't compare to the sight before him. Gia was at once innocent and seductive and his senses were overwhelmed as his eyes took her in. 

He pressed his chest back against hers and again began kissing her. She tasted sweet and completely unique- he loved it. Scott ran his mouth down the length of her neck and to the top of her breasts. 

Abruptly, he stepped back from her, tearing his mouth from her skin. Gia, looked at him quizzically, already she missed his body touching hers. He wrapped his hand around hers and pulled, this time so he could take her somewhere more secluded.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To the field so no one interrupts us. I don't like the idea of someone else seeing you without your shirt on."

She laughed softly and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked past the bathrooms towards the large, open field at the edge of the campgrounds, kissing the entire way.

Scott knew that the field was bordered by a well-lit path- he wanted to be able to look at Gia's beautiful face when he touched her. 

When they reached the far side of the field, Scott leaned down and kissed her slowly. Their tongues danced together and they breathlessly tried to capture each one another's mouths. They kissed as though they'd never kissed anyone before, and, in a way, it was a first for both of them. 

Never in her life and Gia been so aroused and anxious at the same time. There was a small voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to stop, warning her and telling her that she should know better, that he wasn't hers and she wasn't his. Before she could even formulate a thought, her arousal took over her rational self; truly Gia didn't know what she was doing, but for the life of her, she couldn't stop. 

For Scott, this was the first time he'd been completely taken with anyone. She wasn't just a conquest or a hot piece of ass. Gia was smart and funny and she never ceased to keep Scott on his toes. He knew that she had no idea how stunning she was, and when he looked into her emerald eyes, he couldn't believe that he was actually kissing her. Something about her scared him; he'd never really felt deeply for any girl he'd dated, so with Gia, every sensation felt foreign. 

Once more, Scott lifted her, this time so he could carefully lower her to the ground. He sat upright and settled her so that she sat in his lap facing him. She ran her hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. Looking down at his defined abs and chest, she couldn't believe how badly she wanted him. Scott gently pushed her away from him so he could look at her chest.

"Take off your bra," his command was quiet but firm, and the force in his voice made Gia shudder in anticipation. 

With control she didn't know she had, Gia slowly reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. One strap slid down her shoulder and neither of them moved. She inhaled deeply and raised her shoulders so that the bra slid down her arms. She let the flimsy garment fall past her wrists and leaned back, revealing her bare chest to Scott for the first time. 

Scott exhaled and suddenly realized that he had been holding his breath. To say that her breasts were prefect would not have done them justice. Scott couldn't stop himself from leaning down to get closer to her luscious mounds. Pressing her back to the ground, Scott laid himself over her, and Gia sighed as she felt his whole weight rest upon her.

He kissed the very top of each breast tenderly while he glided his hands up the sides of her ribcage, and with painful slowness wrapped his hands around her globes. Squeezing, Scott brushed his fingers over her tender nipples. That initial contact forced a moan from Gia's lips. Scott felt the hard buds beneath his fingers and pinched, making them harden even further. 

Removing his mouth from hers, Scott extended his tongue and ran it down from the top of her tit, past her areola and to the underside of her breast. He then ran his tongue in a slow circle around her nipple, and then repeated the entire motion. 

Finally, when neither of them could take any more anticipation, he sucked the rosy bud into his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth over the peak, and he alternated between suckling and gently laving her sensitive nipple with the flat of his tongue. Gia was moaning in earnest and when Scott began to pull at her with his teeth, she dug her fingers into his hair and cried aloud. 

Scott slid back up Gia's body to find her mouth and when they began kissing again, she shifted her leg and slid from beneath him. Scott couldn't hide his surprised when he found himself on his back with Gia straddling him. She gave him a wry smile and moved down his body, letting her nipples drag along his chest. She drew her tongue down his abs, savoring his salty taste. She moved her hand from Scott's side to the hard bulge beneath his pants and gave a light squeeze.

"Oh, baby... ....ungh, yeah, touch me", his voice was barely audible. 

She was only just touching his hard shaft through his pants, but Scott knew that he wouldn't be able to take much more. 

Without warning, he pulled Gia back to his face and flipped her onto her back. She wrapped her legs around him and he reached between their bodies to unzip her shorts. When his fingers reached their destination, he ran one long digit up and down her slit. 

"So wet, baby. Are you hot for me?" He was teasing her and all she wanted to do was shove herself against him. "Answer me, Gia."

"Yes, I'm wet for you. I want you so badly." 

Any embarrassment she felt at the words tumbling from her lips was nothing compared to his reaction- he shuddered at her and hooked his fingers under her waistband as if peeling the shorts from her body was a matter of life and death. Scott slid down to pull her shorts over her feet, and as Gia sat partially up on her elbows to watch him, her complete nakedness suddenly hit her. 




Never Again Ch. 01



"Scott, wait a second, I need..."

"What, what do you need, baby? What's wrong?" Scott was afraid of the answer; afraid that the reality they were both ignoring was suddenly at the forefront. He was afraid that she had realized what he deeply feared- she was much too good for him. 

"What happens next? I mean, tomorrow, and when we get back home, what happens? What do we do from here?"

The question took him off guard, "I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it. I just know that I want to be with you."

Gia took a deep breath and steeled herself before asking, "And what about Kelly?"

"Kelly has nothing to do with this, she doesn't need to know. We have a whole summer to figure things out and I think that we should keep this between the two of us. It's no one else's business." As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it.

"Oh, of course. I'll be your secret little piece on the side so you don't have to explain to the guys why you chose me over that princess you call a girlfriend, right? It's just easier than getting into the fact that you don't actually give a shit about Kelly and that you're only with her because she fits into some ridiculous image you have of yourself. Tell me I'm wrong, Scott. Tell me that you are willing to put yourself out there and I'm in. But if you can't even be honest with me than there's no reason to even keep talking."

All he had to do was tell her what he had wanted for so long, but instead, he replied, "Gia, we were having such an amazing time, can't we just figure it out later?"

Gia's eyes fell to the ground momentarily and before she let herself feel the hurt that was bubbling beneath the surface, she stood as quickly as she could and grabbed her clothes. Gia yanked her shorts back on and threw her still-wet tank over her head as she started walking away from him.

"Wait, don't... ...let's just... Gia, I'm..."

She picked up the pace so she wouldn't have to hear whatever he was about to say. The fact of the matter was, nothing he could say would take away the ache in her chest. 

Scott sat there, head hanging between his knees thinking about all of the things that he should have said, about all of the time he had wasted. He kept telling himself that he would make it right and that she would forgive his impetuous stupidity.

When Gia got to her tent she realized that she couldn't even remember walking there. As soon as she reached her cot, she dropped onto the flimsy mattress and let the tears that had been desperate to break free fall from her face. 

Her mind was racing. All those years of flirting, she promised herself that she wouldn't fall for him or let him charm her, and it had all been undone in one night. 

One stupid, pathetic moment of weakness because he had pretended to care, caused her to feel and do things she said she never would. Gia couldn't help but thinking that she was no better than the dozens of girls that fawned over him and let him charm his way into their pants. She was angrier with herself than she was with him. As sleep finally threatened to take over, the last thing that crossed her mind was "never again".

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When Scott reached the mess hall the next morning, he scanned every corner of the room and couldn't find her anywhere. Rather than eat, he took off figuring that she was packing and he'd be able to talk to her before their flight. When he got to her cabin, he found that she had packed and was already waiting for the shuttle at the entrance of the campgrounds. 

Scott decided to grab his bags and wait with her, but by the time he reached the shuttle pick-up, a whole group had gathered and he discovered Gia chatting with several other girls. 

He approached them with some trepidation. "Hey guys. Hey Gia- can we talk for a sec?"

"Um, you know, we're actually in the middle of something, so now's really not a good time. Come to think of it, there won't ever be a good time, so you should probably find someone else to entertain you." 

All of the girls began to snicker at her audacity and Scott slinked away like a scolded puppy. He decided he'd have plenty of time to talk to her on the flight home. 

Once the entire group had checked their bags and said their good-byes, Scott finally found himself alone with Gia. Just as he was about to say something, she spun on her heel and walked to the farthest security line she could find. As if that wasn't obvious enough, she grabbed her headphones out of her tote and shoved them into her ears. 

They reached the gate separately and she sat between two strangers, making it clear that distance was her main goal. Scott resigned himself to the idea that he would need to wait until they were on the plane to talk to her. He spent the next thirty minutes pretending not to look at her, but the few times their eyes met, she glared at him with fury.

They had been seated together and when they were both settled, he looked directly into her eyes and said, "Please let me talk to you."

She responded forcefully with one word, "Don't." With that Gia turned her head and focused on the window next to her. 

Scott quickly went from being sorry and ashamed to being irritated. Who did she think she was, ignoring him like that? Screw her if she thinks she gets to dictate when I can and cannot talk, he thought. 

He crossed his long arms over his chest and closed his eyes. 

The seatbelt sign clicked on and jarred Scott from his sleep. As his eyes regained focus, he realized that he had his arm draped over something, or rather, over someone. He looked down at the beautiful dark curls resting against his chest and couldn't help but inhale deeply. She smelled amazing and felt so perfect resting against him. 

He knew that she was asleep and that she had no idea that she lay against him, but he didn't care. He pulled Gia's shoulder closer to rest his cheek on the top of her head and she shifted slightly and nuzzled her cheek against his chest. 

As tense as things were, he felt completely peaceful holding her. He closed his eyes and let himself drift back to sleep, all the while imagining what it would be like to hold her all the time, what it would be like if she were his.

They were both startled awake when the plane's wheels hit the hard tarmac. Gia immediately sat up and pushed his arm from her shoulder. Neither said a word but they looked at one another until Gia's eyes became sad and she turned away. 

"Gia, I have to talk to you." He whispered as though he was afraid of his own voice.

"Scott, there's really nothing to say. Nothing." 

Gia punctuated that last word and stood quickly and walked past him. Without looking his way once she grabbed her bags and headed down the aisle. 

Scott sat still for a moment trying to form a rational thought, telling himself to go after her. 

Instead, he waited for every other passenger to de-plane and then took his time gathering his things. By the time he reached baggage claim his were the only suitcases left on the beltway from their flight. She was already gone. 

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Author's note: This is a first story for me, so please forgive any errors, editing mistakes or anything else that you dear readers may find offensive. I have been thinking about posting a story for ages now and finally decided to jump in head-first. I would LOVE to hear what you think about this story- there is quite a bit more to go and I've already got some written, so please send feedback if you'd like to read more and if you have a moment. And, most of all, thanks for reading!

~Belle~



Never Again Ch. 02



I noticed a change in Layna. Not just her clothes (though she went from baggy jeans and a tank-top to plaid miniskirts and ties) but the way she walked. She had stopped talking to me. It seemed like within two days time she changed.

The guys say that I put her up on a pedestal, like she is some goddess. To me, she is. 

I remember the day that I finally got the courage to ask her out:

She walked down the Senior hallway waving her ass under her skirt. Before then I had never noticed her ass or her tits. Just her. Anyway, her high heels made the loudest noise. They seemed to scream: "Get out of the way, hot untamed ass coming through."

She stopped at my locker.

"Hi Jason."

Her voice was like red velvet.

"Hey."

"Do you like what you see?"

She moved her left hand down her body out lining her tits. I started to get hard.

"I've always liked you."

"Is that so?"

"You-you're my best friend. Of course."

I looked at her. She seemed uneasy, like I had said, "I want to marry you." I cleared my throat.

"I wanted to ask you out. Do you want to go see a movie or something?"

She looked me up and down...way down. 

"I would love to. Pick me up at seven?"

She smiled like the little school girl she dressed as. She kissed me on the cheek. For a moment, it seemed like the old Layna, but only for a moment.

"Yeah. I will."



After school I waved goodbye to her and drove off in my mustang. I got to my house and my mom was drunk as always.

"Mom, I got a date tonight."

"With who?" She burped.

"Layna."

Mom stepped into the room wearing a robe that was open holding a Martini. I have to admit my mother is fuckin' slammin'. Long legs, plump ass, big tits, red hair, green eyes and pouty pink lips.

"I am sure that will be just interesting, won't it?"

"Yeah, it will."

"Could you do something for me?"

"I am not making you another Martini."

She swayed over to me. I watched the robe grazed her nipples as she moved side to side.

She got closer and she grabbed my dick. 

"Mom what the fuck?"

I pulled back and took her Martini.

"What err you doin'? Haven't you fucked before?"

"None of your fuckin' business Mom."

"It's my business when it's my son."

She began to cry. I don't even know why I paid attention to her. She fell on the floor proceeded with, "I'm sorry. Jason. I just miss your father. I miss him so much. I..."

Dad died four years ago, a week after my fourteenth birthday. She began drinking to cope. She goes to work, drinks, then goes to bed. That night was different. It seemed like she was really falling apart.

I picked her up and carried her to her bed. I tucked her in and turned off the lamp on the bedside and began to walk out of the room.

"Jason, will you please stay with me until I fall asleep?"

I turned the lights back on. I should not have gone back.

I sat on Dad's side of the bed.

"Jason, I'm drunk."

"I know, Mom."

"I'm sorry," she sat up, "that I did that. Earlier."

"It's alright, Mom."

She outstretched her arms with tears in her eyes, so I hugged her.

"I just really miss..."

I listened. I almost started to cry. My dad was my best friend. He always encouraged me to go for the things I believed in. I never had to ask for help because he'd just always know. You know?

Mom's tears dropped onto my shoulder. Her lips scraped my neck and I let out a sigh. I believed she heard me because she began to kiss my neck. Her hand slid down my chest, her nails scraping my body. 

She started to play with my ear. All I could think to do was grab her tits. I lifted her head and stuck my tongue in her mouth. 

Everything was happening so fast. My lips traveled down and pressed a nipple between them. With one hand I moved her robe and ran my nails down her inner thigh. I was so hard I couldn't stand it and apparently neither could she.

"Eat my pussy. Please."

She begged for it.

I kissed her inner thighs as she ran her fingers through my hair. She smelled so good, like warm honey. She was so wet. 

I started slow, like an ice cream cone, teasing her. As I was teasing her, I began to realize I was teasing myself. The fucked up thing was that I loved every little bit of her sopping wet pussy. I needed to be inside her, so bad that it hurt.

I stuck my tongue deep inside her and listened to the moans and sighs she made. Her pleasure, at that moment, was all I longed for. 

I stuck two fingers insider her and let my tongue violently swipe her clit. She began to shake. Her tits bounced and she cried out my name. I was covered in her sweet juices. I wiped my face and she pulled me up by my shirt to meet hers.

She kissed me, but just a peck.

"Follow me."

She led me into the bathroom and started the shower. I closed the door and let the steam fill the cold air.

"You're going to fuck me," she said sweetly.

I nodded.

As the water ran, she got down on her knees. She unbuckled my belt and tossed it across the room and dropped my pants.

"You're so big, Jason. You're body turns me on, too."

I am at least 11 inches and have a nice lean-muscled body: Light six pack, lean arms. Nothing special, but not something to over look apparently.

She licked the head of my dick and tasted my pre-come.

"It's so good."

"Then get some more."

I grabbed the back of her head and began to thrust her. It felt so good. My body wasn't letting me think about how I could possibly hurt her. All it let me know was that I needed it.

"Ah, fuck yeah."

I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and let her do her thing. Honestly, it was much better than me fucking her face. With one hand she massaged my balls, the other gripped and stroked my dick while her lips sucked. I couldn't stand up and I began to shake. I pulled her off of me and helped her to stand.

She removed her robe and I starred at her. At that point she became just a beautiful woman and I just wanted more.

She opened the glass shower door, grabbed my hand, and pulled me in.

"Jason, fuck me please. I need it so bad. Fuck me."

"Mom I-"

She forced her tongue into my mouth and I picked her up and pushed her up against the wall. 

"Please, Jason. Put your cock inside me."

I thrusted: Perfect aim.

She looked at me with those piercing green eyes. I could tell she was becoming sober and realizing what was really happening, but neither of us cared. 

She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, laying her head on my shoulder.

"Jason, harder! Please!"

Suddenly, I lost all control. It was like I was a whole different person. She made me this way...

"It feels good doesn't it?"

"Fuck."

"Doesn't it?!"

"Uhnm fuck!"

"That's not a feeling Marrissa."

I stopped thrusting her and kept my dick brushing her pussy lips.

"Yes, please don't stop!"

"Then, answer me when I ask you a question."

I stood her up and turned her around.

"Tell me you want it."

I slapped my dick on her ass.

"I want it," she said breathily.

I pulled her hair.

"I can't fucking hear you."

"I want it! Please!"

I thrust into her again. It was so tight. I thought, There hasn't been another man in here for years.

Then I stopped and pulled out.

"Jason, what's wrong?"

"I can't do this anymore."

"What?!"

"I just can't."

I turned to push open the glass door.

"NO!" 

She grabbed me and pushed me onto the tile shower bench.

"Mom-I"

"At least make me come."

"Mom, no."

She held me down. I feel like I didn't really try to get up. I wanted to, but I really didn't want to.

She slid down on my cock and took all of me. Again, she became just a beautiful, sexy woman.

"Fuck. Ah-yes."

"That's right Jason. Enjoy it."

I grabbed her hips and bounced her on me. God it felt so good. I licked and bit her nipples but I just couldn't get enough of her. She was so sexy, dominating, and did I mention sexy?

"Jason, I'm gonna come. Yes! Don't stop."

She rocked back and forth screaming my name and all of a sudden I felt her tighten around my dick. 

"Oh shit. Ah-fuck yeah," I grunted, "Do that again please."

I turned her around and she lowered down over my cock brushing her ass over my face. She was going too slow for my liking so I slammed her onto my lap, leaned her back and placed a hand on her clit.

"You like that?"

"Oh fuck yes, Jason. Play with my pussy."

My hand was as fast as lightening. She shook and rocked her body in time with mine. The hot water heightened every one of my senses, but the steam made it harder to breathe and I loved it.

"You gonna come for me baby?"

"Yes."

"Come for me baby."

Her pussy pulsed. She was so close and so was I.

"I'm gonna come."

"Me too, Mom. Come with me."

She rocked her body back and forth and I rocked mine. My whole world was unraveling and it felt good.

"Fuck, Jason. Oh-fuck I'm coming! I'm coming!"

My stomach tightened and my dick pulsed, pushing her just as she was squeezing me. I pulled her down closer to me and came inside her.

We sat there for a moment, not saying a word and then she got up and pushed open the glass door.

"You should get ready for your date."

She closed the door and I cleaned myself up.

I picked out some simple jeans and my favorite "Tool" t-shirt. I grabbed my keys and noticed my mom sitting on the couch, fully clothed drinking a Bloody Mary. She waved goodbye.

"Have fun Jason."

"See you later, Mom."

I kissed her on the cheek, she hugged me, then I left.

I got into my car and drove to Layna's house which is only about 10 minutes from my house. I was so excited to see her that I got distracted on the drive over and almost ran into a parked car.

I pulled up at her house, got out of the car and walked up to her door.

I began to sweat. I was so fucking nervous. I knocked on the door.

"Jason, hi. Come on in. Layna is just finishing up."

"Thank you sir.

I went to sit on the couch.

"Don't sit there. Our dog pissed all over the couch and it's just nasty. Sit here."

He offered me a seat at the bar. We didn't talk. All he could do was stare at me. Specifically, my pants. It kind of freaked me out a little but I got over it when I saw Layna walk down the stairs. She wore short, ripped, jean shorts and a tight black t-shirt that said, "Leave it to me" in metallic blue letters.

"So where do you guys plan to go?"

"The movies, sir."

"Can you have her home before one?"

"Yes, sir I can."

"Good."

He hugged Layna and I could have sworn he lightly pinched her ass.

"Bye honey, and have fun."

"I will Dad."

She looked at me and said under her breath, "I will."



Never Again Ch. 02



10 Years Ago... ...continued (a few months later)

"No, no, don't worry, I'll take care of it. I know the routine and I'll make sure they eat and stay out of the mud. Have a great trip and call me when you get to the hotel. We'll be fine! Love you!" Gia waved as the black limo pulled out of the driveway and once it was out of sight, she walked back inside with dogs.

Gia's parents were heading to Mexico for their anniversary and her younger brothers were spending the week at the lake with their cousins, so she was relegated to dog-sitting duty. Not that it was too much of a hardship. At 18 years old, being left without chaperones for a week before starting college seemed like the perfect way to end the summer. 

She'd been given explicit instructions not to allow too many people into the house, but as far as Gia was concerned, having a party in the backyard was just bending the rules, while still, for the most part, adhering to them.

Gia walked into the kitchen and began sorting through the mail. Zeus plopped down on the cold tile floor next to her feet with a sigh, while Lilah nuzzled her hand, patiently waiting for attention. Zeus and Lilah had been the family dogs since Gia started high school and watching them was second nature. 

"Hey, girl. You want to go for a walk? Hmmm, let's get outside before it gets too hot. Maybe we'll walk to the grocery store." She grabbed the leashes and off they went.

The walk to the store wasn't a long one, but Gia was looking forward to stretching her legs and taking her time. As they reached a long stretch of sidewalk that bordered a field, she couldn't help but look at the last house at the far end. 

She knew that whether she wanted to or not, he would occupy her thoughts as they walked. Gia had avoided Scott as much as she could since their work trip. She volunteered at out of the way locations, and rarely attended parties for fear that she'd run into him. She hated him, or so she told herself each time her mind settled on him.

But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but look up at the last house, his house, as they passed the field. She let her eyes shift up, only for a second, and looked at his window. As much as it distressed her, she couldn't help but wonder if he was there, or what he might be doing, or if he thought of her. 

More than anything, as hard as she tried to push him from her mind, she couldn't help but remember the way his lips felt when they covered her own. Or the way his calloused fingers felt running over her chest and down her stomach. Or how his eyes changed to dark blue, almost grey, when he had looked down at her. 

"Oh, crap." Gia's cell phone jarred her from her thoughts. It was her best friend Lori, and Gia was relieved to have had her thoughts interrupted.

"Hey Lor, what's going on?"

"Nada, just talked to my brother, and he said that he'd buy beer for us if we pay him."

Gia rolled her eyes. "Fine. But tell your brother that he's a total sleaze. Only he would want to make a profit off of a liquor run."

"Yea, he's a total tool, but he's 21, so there's not much I can do about it."

"Whatever. When I start buying for my brothers, I'm gonna be a lot nicer about it. Anyway, is he around now? I'm actually walking the dogs and am almost at the store. You think he'd meet me there?" 

"I'll ask him, hang on."

Gia patiently waited for a response and continued down the sidewalk, chuckling as she heard Lori nagging her brother on the other end of the phone. 

"Okay, he'll do it. We'll meet you in 10. Okay?"

"Great. I've got to tie the dogs up, but I'm basically there. Bye."

As she approached the store, she walked over to a bench and leashed the dogs to it. 

"Those are the biggest dogs I've ever seen! Can I pet him?" The voice came from behind her and Gia turned to see a few guys from school that played football. 

"Oh, hey guys how are you?"

"Oh my god, are these your dogs? They're bigger than horses! What are they?"

"They're Saint Bernard's, you know, like Beethoven. Yeah, they're mine. This is Zeus and that's Lilah." Gia was turned, introducing the dogs, and didn't notice Lori and her brother walk up behind her.

"Hey, so are you guys coming to Gia's tomorrow? Her parents are out of town, and like, everyone is going." Lori's mouth was off before Gia could stop her. 

"Pre-college fiesta? We'll definitely come. Seriously, these dogs are awesome. Guys, we should get going. So, tomorrow at your house, huh, Gia?" Jon, who happened to be one of Scott's best friends, asked.

"Yeah, tomorrow. Um, you should totally come, if you can. I've gotta go in and grab a few things, so I'll see you then, hopefully." Gia grabbed Lori's arm and pulled her into the store.

"Lori, why did you invite those guys?" 

"Ummm, cause they're hot, single and our age. And, I just heard that Jon broke up with what's her name, and I wouldn't mind giving him a send off that he'll remember."

Gia tried not to laugh at her friend's over-active libido. "I told you that I was trying to keep this low-key. Plus, you know that they'll invite all those guys from the team, and that means Scott. So, thanks for that," Gia huffed.

"Oh c'mon G, you're gonna have to see him eventually. At least this way, you'll be in a big group and you don't have to talk to him if you don't want to."

"I definitely don't want to- whaddaya mean, "if"?"

"Nothing." Lori paused and looked up at her friend, "Look G, it's okay to be into him. I've known that you've liked him for ages, even if you never said it. He and Kelly broke up after your trip, you know. You should give it a chance."

Gia glared at Lori, but was at a loss for a logical response, so she turned and headed towards the liquor, mumbling the whole way.

"Cheer up, G. It's gonna be sooooo fun- and you love parties. Just wait. Tomorrow night, you'll end up having more fun than anyone."

Lori had a point. Gia loved socializing and she loved a good party. 

In truth, there was a part of Gia that was sad in realizing that this would, in all likelihood, be the last party she attended with her classmates. 

Everything had gone by so quickly; she couldn't believe that the summer was almost over. That idea alone made her wistful, and then, there was her boyfriend, James, to deal with. They would be heading to completely different parts of the country for school, and he thought that they should stay together. Gia knew that a long distance relationship wasn't practical. James would be leaving for Seattle the day after the party, and Gia had planned on ending things before that, but she just hadn't found the right time to do it. 

As Gia, Lori, and the dogs headed back to her house with a trunk full of beer, Gia resolved to talk to James that evening. She had been planning her speech and she knew that she was doing the right thing, but he was a nice guy and she didn't want to hurt him. 

She found comfort by telling herself that James knew it was coming. She had been pretty consistent in telling him that she didn't think that they should continue dating once they started college, but every time she tried to broach the subject, James interrupted her by saying that they had a whole summer to figure things out. Well, time was up and they were going to have to have an honest chat.

Hurt or not, Gia knew that she had no more time to waste, so she picked up the phone and asked James to come over.

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"Was it horrible?" Lori was dying for details, and as she and Gia poured ice into buckets, she decided that she couldn't wait any longer.

"No, it was actually okay. He was pretty cool about it. I just told him that we'd be too far apart and that if we were meant to be, we'd end up together again. It was oddly easy. He wasn't even mad. I think that he realizes that there are going to be tons of single girls and it'll be more fun for him if he's not tied down. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself. Plus, we'll still be friends and we can still talk. Though, he did try to use sex as, like a consolation prize."

"What do you mean?"

"You know James. He's so sweet, but he's still a horny guy, so he was all like, "We should have sex so that we always remember each other and so that our relationship ends on a high note." It was kinda hard not to laugh when he said it."

"I can't believe he said that, that's hilarious! Guys will say anything to get some, they're shameless! Actually, I really can't believe that you're starting college a virgin. You should just do it already," Lori said.

"I know, I know. It's not that I don't want to; it's just that it never really felt right with him. We were always more like friends who kissed sometimes than anything else. With my luck, I'll end up in bed with some drunk frat-boy whose name I can't remember, and then I will totally regret not doing it with James."

"Well, there's always tonight... You can give him a goodbye present he'll never forget." Lori was laughing through her words as she pictured James having sex.

"Give it up, will ya. You just want me to do it so I'll give you all the dirty details, and you know it."

"Oh, G, you do know me so well." 

Lori and Gia spent the rest of the day getting music and things together for their party. Gia couldn't stop her mind from drifting to Scott. Would he be there? Would he be with his girlfriend? What would she say? Gia shook her head as though she was trying to shake him all together and headed upstairs to shower and get ready. As she washed her hair, she mentally resolved that no matter who showed up, she was going to have fun.

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As he made his way through one group and to the next, he kept his head down, telling himself not to look for her. It had been ages since Scott had even been in Gia's house, and knowing she was there made him anxious. He could feel his stomach flip-flopping as he walked through her backyard.

Scott had resolved to call her dozens of times, but he could never gather the courage to do it. She had been so angry with him on the airplane that he worried he had screwed things up beyond repair. At least as things stood there was still a glimmer of hope- fear had paralyzed him, and he decided that he preferred fantasy to the reality that she may never want to be with him. 

Scott had even seen her running past his house one morning, and before he could even think, he threw a pair of pants on and ran out after her. By the time he got to the sidewalk, she was too far away to hear him calling her name. He watched her in the distance and it made his chest ache. Once more she was almost within his reach and again, in a split-second, she was gone.

He hopped up the deck stairs, walked into her house, and ran straight into Zeus, who was taking up the better part of the kitchen floor. Scott bent to greet the big dog, and didn't see a figure entering the kitchen from across the room. When he stood, his throat caught as his eyes rested on Gia for the first time in months. 

She looked incredible. A vibrant green halter dress created a deep V in at her chest, while also revealing the long expanse of her back and a warm summer tan. Gia's curls had been ironed out, and she wore her hair in a long ponytail with a few pieces framing her face. The dress ended right above her knee; she wore jade-colored sling-back heels that showed her pedicured toes and made her legs look impossibly long. Every time Scott saw her, it was as though he'd forgotten how beautiful she was and how she made him feel.

Gia was digging through cabinets looking for extra plastic cups and didn't notice Scott's tall figure step into the kitchen. He stood there waiting for her to turn, not knowing what to do or even how to say hello. He was just about walk up to her when a voice interrupted him.

"Scott, man, I haven't seen you, like, all summer. Where have you been?" Scott tried to smile as James walked up to him. 

"Hey James, I've been around, you know, just... ...whatever." Scott couldn't bring himself to act like he wanted to be within ten miles of James. He had just heard that they were broken up, but even knowing that James had touched her made Scott crazy.

They both turned to find Gia walking towards them with an armful of cups. Scott and Gia's eyes locked on each other and before either of them could say anything, James stepped directly in front of Gia and wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey gorgeous, you look hot tonight!" 

Gia could smell stale alcohol on James' breath and knew that he'd been drinking for a while. James laid his arm around Gia's shoulder and dragged her out the door to the back yard. Scott stood rooted in place as his jaw ticked in anger. He hated seeing them together and was quickly beginning to regret showing up to her house.

Gia was actually grateful that James has pulled her away from Scott. He looked amazing, better than she imagined, and she didn't know if she'd have had the strength to stop from throwing herself into his arms and begging him to take her upstairs. He wore dark jeans that looked slightly distressed, though more from use than desire to make a fashion statement. His hair had grown a bit and hung just below his eyes, and it was lighter than she'd ever seen it. A simple cream-colored t-shirt topped his look, and it highlighted his body in a way that made Gia's pulse race. 

Whether or not she'd admit it, Gia knew that she loved Scott with all her heart. He was goofy and charming. He would be sweet when he thought no one was looking. He was smart, actually he was really smart, and that turned her on more than anything. As gorgeous as he was, Scott's looks were the least of what attracted her to him. He could go toe to toe with her in an argument and was never afraid to tell her what he thought. There was honesty in their interaction and even though he could be a pain in the ass, arguing with him was more enjoyable than anything she'd ever done with any other guy. Scott knew her, flaws and all, and he still looked at her as though she was the only person in the room.

Gia was trying not to drink too much because she wanted to make sure that the party didn't get too out of hand, but as the evening wore on, Gia allowed herself to imbibe and was thoroughly enjoying herself. She still hadn't spoken to Scott, but every chance she could, she watched him as he stood among a group of guys chatting and laughing. 

Every time Gia imagined walking up to him, talking to him, touching him, she told herself to remember how badly she felt on the airplane, and reminded herself that she would never let him hurt her again. 

Gia made sure that she kept her distance, and James had been clinging to her the entire evening, so it wasn't all that hard to avoid Scott. James was definitely starting to get on her nerves, but she figured he'd eventually pass out and she could enjoy the rest of the night without him.

Scott felt his blood boil every time he saw James's fingers run over her bare back or clutch her arm. James was so wrong for her, and given that they were no longer a couple, James had no right to act like he had claim over her. In Scott's mind, she was too good for anyone; maybe she was even too good for him.

She looked so beautiful. Her long hair swung gently when she moved and her gorgeous smile was infectious. He watched the way she walked through the grass, her heels doing their best to hinder her advance. Her long legs crossed as she moved; she wasn't purely graceful; there was youthfulness to the way she bounded from one place to another that made him smile. 

He didn't even know what made Gia so intoxicating, and really, it wasn't just one thing. It was the way she laughed and made everyone else around her laugh, too. It was the way she made sure that she talked to everyone and the way her interest in conversation was genuine. It was the way she looked at him, as though she could see all his secrets and they didn't scare her. It was the way she made him feel- like he could do anything and be the best version of himself. 

It had been dark for hours, and the crowd had thinned considerably. Lori was doing her best to entice Jon and most everyone else had settled into groups on the grass. Much to Gia's dismay, James was wide-awake and still clinging to her. 

In an effort to get some much-needed space, Gia stood, kicked her shoes off and strode past the grass and into her house. She hadn't seen Scott in a while, though she knew that he was still around. She kept telling herself that it would be better if he left, but deep down she wanted him there and was hoping she could just see him once more before he took off.

Scott had barely taken an eye off of her the entire evening, so the second she retreated into the house, he stood to follow her. He didn't know if she would even talk to him, but he told himself that she was worth taking the chance and that he might not get another one. He saw a light go on on the second floor of the house and he knew that she was in her room. Unfortunately, he had failed to notice that James had left the backyard as well.

Scott brushed past both dogs on the way to the second floor. He hadn't ever been in Gia's room, and he was more than a little nervous as he made his way up the stairs. Just as he reached the top step, he looked down the hall and froze in place. There was James, his arms wrapped around Gia's waist and his face pressed against her neck. 

The ache that spread through Scott's body was instantaneous; it made him feel furious and helpless all at once. He was rooted where he stood and he closed his eyes in an effort to gain some composure.

Breathing deeply, Scott turned to leave when he heard Gia gasp. The sound nearly knocked the wind from his lungs. That was supposed to be him in her arms, and that he didn't have her was making it difficult for him to breathe.

James was pawing Gia's chest and pulling at the halter on her dress. All the while, his stale breath was covering her neck and Gia became afraid when she realized that she had no control of the situation. She was in an isolated area with a drunk guy that believed she owed him something.

"C'mon G, you made me wait all this time, you know you owe me. I was a good boyfriend, and you know you'll love it." James reached under her dress and yanked at her panties with force, causing her to gasp in fear.

"Wait, James. We talked about this. You're drunk, don't. Don't! Ow, c'mon, this isn't you, ow, you're hurting me. JAMES!"

Before he knew what he was doing Scott bolted down the hallway and turned the corner to her room to find Gia pressed against the wall with James covering her. In the second it took Scott to grab James by the shoulder, Gia reared back and punched James square in the jaw. Her fist connected with him and made a sickening crack. James stumbled back and fell to the floor with a thud. 

For a moment, Gia and Scott stood staring at each other, neither knowing what to say. 

"What are you doing up here?" Gia was irrational and upset, and Scott seemed like as good a person to yell at as any. 

"What am I doing up here? Are you kidding? What are you doing up here with this asshole? I heard you two broke up, so what the hell are you thinking, letting him come up here with you? Do you know how dangerous drunk guys can be?" Scott was seething and yelling back at her. 

"Of course I know how guys are. You're all pieces of shit, and this one's no different! Besides, I didn't "let" him come up here. He followed me, which is, I'm assuming, how you ended up here. And by the way, I don't need you to rescue me. I am capable of taking care of myself. You don't need to save me!" Gia was on the brink of tears, and when she finally stopped screaming, she realized how shaken she was. 

Scott took a deep breath, and once he realized how freaked out she was, he quietly spoke. " I know that you can take care of yourself. Are you okay? Just the idea of this... ...thing hurting you makes me insane. Gia, are you okay? Answer me." Scott reached out and touched her shoulder, but Gia flinched and stepped back.




Never Again Ch. 02



"Whoa, what the hell happened here? Jeez, looks like someone had a good time. How much did he drink?" Lori's voice broke the tension as she looked upon James, who lay unconscious at her feet. 

Lori looked up to find Gia glaring at the floor. "Hey, G, are you okay? What's wrong? You look like you want to murder someone." Gia finally looked up to find Lori, Scott and Jon staring at her. 

"Um, I'm fine, sorry. I just... ...it's just, James drank too much..." Gia snapped out of the storm of emotions she was feeling; she just couldn't go into details at that moment, so she quickly regained some semblance of control, and calmly said, "Lori, James needs to leave. Can you and Jon please take him downstairs and get someone to take him home. Please?" 

She had brought Jon upstairs in order to find a bed they could use, but Lori could tell from her friend's face that it was not a time to argue. "C'mon, Jon. Give me a hand." Lori was walking through the door, one arm around James, when she added, "Let's leave these two, I think that they need some time to talk." 

Scott stepped into her bedroom and closed Gia's door gently. Before she could say anything, before she could even stop him, Scott closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. Gia pressed her cheek against Scott's chest and inhaled. Feeling Scott's strong body pressed against her made Gia forget how tense and upset she was. Neither of them moved. There were so many things left unspoken, but neither spoke a word. Scott didn't shift a muscle for fear that he'd have to let her go, so it was Gia who finally lifted her head and leaned back. 

Scott looked at her intently and started to speak, "Gia, I'm so-"

She cut him off, "Don't, I know. I don't want to talk right now. We've wasted so much time...."

She reached up, stood on her toes, and pressed her mouth against his. For a moment, she just savored the way his lips felt on hers. Then, without warning, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his, tasting him. Scott flicked his tongue out and licked her upper lip. They crushed their mouths into one another with fierce intensity. As his tongue explored the warm cavern, she gently sucked; he wanted to learn ever inch of her mouth and continued kissing her, barely even pausing to breathe. Their tongues swirled together and she eagerly nibbled at his bottom lip as they both panted against each other.

Scott pulled back from her face and looked right into her eyes. He pressed his forehead against hers and she reached up and ran her hand through the side of his hair. Without warning, he dove to her neck and let his teeth scrape over the sensitive skin. Gia tipped her head back to provide him with better access to her neck and collarbone. 

Scott dragged just the tip of his tongue from her shoulder across her clavicle, stopping when he reached the hollow of her throat. He slid his lips over her neck again as he moved back up to her mouth. When their lips again touched, he grasped the sides of Gia's face with both hands. She pulled her mouth from his and began running her lips over his jaw, savoring the feeling of his stubble against her skin.

Gia's hands drifted down Scott's back and moved up beneath his t-shirt. With his every movement, she could feel the muscles across his spine and shoulders tense and relax. Scott's shirt had bunched over Gia's roaming hands; she released his mouth momentarily in order pull it over his head. He lifted his arms as she divested him of the garment; looking at his chest, his defined abs and the trail of fine hair that descended beneath his waistband made Gia's mouth water.

For the first time, Gia touched his broad chest and trailed her hands across his abs. She scraped her fingernails over his nipples and continued to explore his torso, touching him all over. She loved the way his muscles rippled beneath her hands when she sucked his lips between her own or pulled at him with her teeth. Each time his breath increased, she learned her what he liked and what he really liked. His body was striking and so damn sexy that Gia couldn't believe he was actually touching her and kissing her back. 

She was turned on and could feel the wetness that was collecting in her panties; her body was flushed and completely aroused. Gia also felt nervous, being in such an intensely intimate position with Scott again scared her. She knew that there was no going back after this, and she hoped that he was worth it.

Scott reached into the neckline of her dress and found no bra to impede his path to her nipples. He covered her whole breast with his hand and gently ran his palm over her the hardened tit. When he wrapped his fingers around her whole breast, Gia moaned into his mouth. Her body responded to his touch in a way she had never experienced. Each time his skin made contact with hers, it made her tingle all over. 

Scott reached around her neck and untied her halter. He gingerly peeled the fabric from her breasts, allowing the top of the dress to rest on her hips. A dim light from a bedside table cast shadows down her front, and as she breathed in and out, the light shifted to her nipple. Scott paused to get a good look at her supple breasts and then swiftly leaned down to suck one into his mouth. 

Scott suckled at her with a force that surprised Gia, and as he began to rake his teeth over the sensitive bud; that sensation, combined with the tickle she felt from his stubble made cry aloud. Scott palmed her tit, weighing the soft globe as he used his long fingers to knead her flesh. Her skin was creamy and felt incredibly silky against his hands and mouth. 

As he released a nipple from his lipd, Gia's fingers dove into Scott's hair so she could try to push him back to her chest. Instead, he drew his mouth back over her skin and up between her breasts. Just as he reached her mouth, Scott kissed Gia briefly once again and began moving downward, this time kneeling before her. 

He licked his way down her stomach and when he arrived at her navel, he moved both hands to her outer thighs, and ever so slowly ran them up beneath her dress. His hands continued up her long legs and when he reached her hips, his fingers slid to the side so he could cup her firm ass. When Gia felt his fingers hook into the waistband of her lacy panties, she held her breath as he peeled them over her hips and down her legs. 

Scott pulled her pelvis towards his face while running his right hand down the back of her thigh, and with gentle force, her lifted her leg at the knee and hooked it over his shoulder. He leaned forward and lifted the skirt of her dress. He turned his face to her thigh and kissed the smooth skin where her leg met her mound. 

"You smell so sweet, baby." His tone was low and even, but the intensity in in voice turned her on and made her lose the ability to think. Gia sucked in her breath when Scott's fingers grazed over her outer lips. She was neatly shaved and the smoothness of her skin made her that much more sensitive to his touch. Scott slipped his middle finger into her slit and without entering her, he moved it back and forth to gather her wetness.

"Look at me, Gia." Again his voice made her shiver and Gia tipped her head forward to look directly at him. Scott held his fingers up into the light so she could see her juices coating his fingers. 

"Do you see how wet you are for me?"

Gia nodded, and any shame that she might have felt was replaced with need. He maintained eye contact, and at a painfully slow pace, brought his fingers to his mouth and let his tongue swirl over the tip, tasting her for the first time. The erotic gesture made her moan deeply and when she flicked her tongue over her lips, he found that he couldn't wait any longer. 

Scott spread her pussy open gently and inserted one long finger. As Gia gasped, Scott marveled at the incredible tightness that pulsed around his digit. He gently inserted a second finger while he intentionally avoided coming into contact with her clit. He thrust his fingers in and out of her and she began to rock against him. Her leg, which was still wrapped over his shoulder, tensed, and she pressed her heel into his back to urge him closer. 

"Tell me what you want," he said. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Gia blushed deeply but her need was more urgent than her shyness. "I... ...I want you...to...to...eat me."

Scott groaned deep in his throat when he heard her. She was more responsive than he'd imagined, even in his fantasies. After so much buildup, Scott dove forward and covered her sweet pussy with his mouth. He ran his tongue over her outer lips several times before he slipped between them and tasted the warm cream the dripped from her. She tasted oddly sweet and the way her slickness ran onto his tongue was intoxicating. He gripped her ass while pulling her even closer to his face, and held her steady so he could feast on her wet cunt. He alternated between sucking her lips and swirling his tongue inside her. When he finally pressed his tongue against her clit, she cried out and her hands dove into his hair. 

"Oh, oh my god, unh that's good. Ahh, right there, yes oooh...nnnh..." Her voice trailed off and Gia's head fell back while she clutched his hair and ran her fingers back and forth, scraping his scalp with her nails. 

He continued lapping at her and as the quickness in her breathing increased further, he latched onto her clit and sucked while making little circles over it with his tongue. Just when Gia thought she couldn't take any more, he slipped his finger into her again and pumped back and forth. Gia was panting and using the wall to support her. When she sucked air through her teeth, Scott knew she was close. 

"Oh, unh, that's it, I'm gonna...ah, oh my god, oh Scott..."

Scott spoke right into her pussy, "I know baby, come on, cum for me." 

He sucked her clit hard again and when he increased the pace of his fingers moving inside her, she became rigid and forcefully bucked against his mouth. Her entire body shook and she came harder than she even knew possible. She felt like every nerve ending was on fire, and her clit was beyond sensitive; she tried to push away from Scott's face but he held her in place so that he could slowly run his tongue over her swollen wetness while she came down from her orgasm. Scott removed his fingers from her body and her inner muscles grasped at him, trying to keep them within. 

When he finally licked the last of her slick moisture from her outer lips, he leaned back and gripped her calf so he could shift her leg back to the floor. He stood and again kissed Gia's neck waiting for her to lift her head, which was tipped back and resting against the wall. When she looked into his eyes again, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was a full, deep open-mouthed kissed and she could taste herself in his mouth. She had never sampled herself, and previously would have thought it gross, but with him, she found that she liked tasting herself in his mouth, knowing that she remained with him even after she came.

Her body felt like jelly and she was completely pliable against his strong frame. Scott gently lifted her and she wrapped her limbs around him and held tight as he strode to her bed. She could feel his hard erection between her legs as he carried and she realized that he still had his pants on. He set her down smoothly and stepped back. Gia sat upright and when Scott reached for his belt, she pushed his hands away. She pulled the leather strip from its buckle and with both hands undid the top button of his jeans. When she pulled the zipper down, his pants fell to the floor with a soft clank that echoed in the palpable silence. 

She reached out and slipped her fingers into the open fly of his boxers and stroked the velvety skin of his penis. With slowness that was almost killing him, she encircled his shaft and was stunned to find that her fingers couldn't touch around his thickness. She pumped her hand up and down a few times and then abruptly released him. 

He was looking down at her with glazed eyes and remained still when she pulled his boxers down to reveal his turgid cock. Even with her limited experience, Gia knew that Scott was huge. As long as her fingers were, his shaft was wider and she guessed that it was at least nine inches in length. Gia had never thought of genitalia as beautiful, but she couldn't think of a better word to describe his cock. The shaft was covered in veins and topped with a large, purplish, mushroom-shaped head that was oozing precum. 

Gia's mouth was watering; she bent down and gripped him at the base of his manhood. Scott could feel her warm breath on his cockhead and it was making him crazy. Just when he was about to lose control and push her face against him, she ran her fist back up, stopping just before she reached the head. The pressure caused a drop of precum to roll slowly down the shaft. Gia watched it reach the root of him and before she thought about what she was doing, she extended her tongue and caught the drop on the tip. She then ran the tip of her tongue up the entire length of his shaft, following the path that the precum had made, and savoring the salty taste. When she reached the flared crown of his penis, she swirled her entire tongue over the spongy head, pausing only to insert the tip into his dripping slit. 

Scott was quickly losing control; he grabbed a handful of her hair, slowly opening and closing his fist around the silky locks. When Gia covered her teeth with her plump lips and sucked the head into her mouth, Scott moaned loudly and let his head roll back. She continued sucking at him, and though she was a novice cocksucker, she did her best to take him deep into her mouth. As Gia sucked, Scott could feel her flick her tongue back and forth as she moved. When she reached up and cupped his balls, Scott realized that he was teetering on the edge and soon wouldn't be able to stop himself from spilling into her mouth. He wanted, no needed, to be inside of her, so he gently tugged her hair and urged her back. Gia looked confused and chewed her bottom lip, worrying that she had done something wrong. He saw the look on her face and smiled at her.

"Did I, um, do something wrong?" she asked quietly.

"No, oh, god no, baby. It's just, if I hadn't stopped you, this would have ended very quickly and I'm not nearly done with you yet." He gave her a devilish grin and his heart nearly split in two when a shy, bright smile spread across her face.

"You have no idea how incredible you are, do you Gia?"

Gia looked down, embarrassed and shrugged her shoulders.

"You are so amazing; you're funny and smart, and your're just so, I don't even know what, there are no words... I love you, Gia. I've never loved anyone else and I never want to love anyone else."

Gia felt her heart swell, and warmth spread over her entire being. "I love you, too, so much. And I'm not just saying it because you said it, I love you and no matter how much I tried to stop loving you, I just can't. I love you, Scott."

They had finally said it to one another and the release made them giggle. Gia, still on the bed, sat up on her knees so she could reach Scott's face. They kissed, though this time, it was different, there was no urgency and they languidly tasted each other. Scott enveloped her with his arms and as she wrapped hers around his neck, she fell backwards and pulled him with her.

His entire body covered her and their skin touched everywhere. Scott continued to kiss Gia while he pushed her legs open and settled between them. When Gia felt his stiff shaft on her belly, she stilled and pressed her palms against his chest, pushing him back slightly. 

"What's wrong?" He looked down at her; her hair was fanned over her head and her skin looked like it was glowing in the warm light. 

"I've never, you know...I mean...I'm um, a..." She squeezed her eyes shut and blurted, "This is my first time."

Scott was momentarily at a loss for words but he broke into a huge smile.

"You mean you never slept with James, in all that time?" 

"No, he wanted to, but I knew that I didn't love him so we never did. Are you freaked out?"

"What? No, not at all, never! Actually, I didn't think that anything could make this better, but this does." 

Scott paused and moved back down to kiss her, but stopped suddenly and said, "Wait, I have to tell you that this isn't my first time, I slept with Kelly. I'm so sorry, I wish I hadn't."

Scott held his breath while he waited for her to respond. Laughter was the last thing he expected to hear, but that was Gia's immediate reaction.

"What's so funny?" Scott almost looked hurt.

"It's not like I expected you to be a virgin, too. It's so sweet, but I knew that you and Kelly were screwing last semester. It's okay, I'm not mad, or anything. The truth is, both of us had plenty of time to tell the other how we felt and even though we got close, it took til now for us to get it right. You slept with your girlfriend and I dated James, but we should have been together. You've slept with one person, it's not a big deal. I'm just glad that it's you I'm with now." Gia's voice was breathy as she spoke her heart. 

"You're so amazing." With that, he leaned down again and kissed her hard, smiling the entire time. His baby was perfect, beyond what he even allowed himself to hope for and he knew that he had more to explain to her, but he didn't want to stop, or worse, make her want to stop.

Gia felt Scott's fingers curl over the dress bunched at her hips and tug it down and over her feet. They were completely naked, vulnerable, but they both felt safe in that moment.

Scott ran his hand down her leg and urged her to wrap it around his waist. With her leg draped around his body, Gia could feel his swollen head pressing against her vagina. Gia took a sharp breath, waiting for him to move.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow. Are you ready?" Scott was desperately fighting the urge to slam into her. 

Gia nodded and tilted her hips up, encouraging him to enter her. She felt the head slip between her sodden lips and Scott rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit, allowing her pussy juice to coat him. Finally, when neither could take anymore anticipation, with gentle pressure, he pushed just a few inches into her soft tunnel. She was incredibly tight. Scott pulled back slowly and again slid into her, this time working his wide shaft a little farther in. When he reached the halfway point, he captured her mouth with his own and, without warning, forcefully shoved his entire length into her. 

Gia cried out and clutched his biceps tightly. He remained motionless, allowing her to adjust to the invasion. She felt a burning pinch inside that was painful, but beneath the sting she could feel pleasure, too. She felt full, though she had never realized there was emptiness within her before, and she liked it.

Scott groaned, "Ohhh, sooo tight. Beautiful, baby." Looking at her, he couldn't read her face and was afraid that she was in pain. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just give me a second." 

She took a deep breath and Scott felt her tight walls flutter around his rod. The pain, while still present, had dulled considerably, so she tentatively began to rock her hips up and down. When Scott felt her pelvic bone grind into his own, he knew she was ready to go.

Scott pulled himself completely from her, and as he withdrew, her body gripped him like a hot glove in a effort to keep him in place. He again pressed into her, and this time, she savored the feeling of his head breaching her outer lips and the ridges created by the veins running down his shaft. 

They both released a deep, guttural, groan when he was again completely seated inside her. Scott couldn't believe the tightness gripping him. He had never felt anything as wonderful, it was like a velvet vice wrapped around him, and he couldn't get enough of her sweet snatch. When he began slowly moving back and forth, Gia moaned against his shoulder.




Never Again Ch. 02



"Scott, fuck me. Hard." Gia spoke without even thinking, she was only feeling and she needed more.

Hearing those words was all it took. Scott laced his fingers with hers and stretched her arms over her head as he began to thrust in earnest. He continued to pound in and out of her, watching the pleasure on her face when he ground his pelvis into her clit. He knew he couldn't last much longer at their frenzied pace, so he reached between them and began to rub her clit, shifting the amount of pressure he applied to better stimulate her. 

"Oh, yes, don't stop. Right there, ahhh, oh..." Gia was nearly babbling and Scott continued to rut in and out. 

"Come on, baby, come with me."

Scott increased is pace and Gia tightened her legs around him. When he felt her entire body tighten, he slammed into her one last time and let go. Gia screamed as she exploded and her orgasm ripped through her body. As she shook, she felt his big cock pulse as his hot cum poured into her. Scott shot rope after rope of sticky cum into her and growled as his release coursed through him. 

When their orgasms subsided, Scott collapsed on top of Gia and feathered slow kisses over her face. Neither spoke as Gia shifted from beneath him and Scott rolled onto his back. It was nearly dawn, so Scott curled his arm under her body and pulled her close to him. Gia nestled herself on her side against him, tangling her legs with his. Scott couldn't remember ever being happier than he was at that moment.

"I love you, Gia."

It was the last thing either of them heard before they fell into a deep sleep.

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Sunlight streamed through the windows and landed directly across Scott's face. He reluctantly opened his eyes to find Gia curled up against his side with her hand resting across his chest. He looked down at her face; her hair was mussed and spread across her forehead, and her long eyelashes rested against her cheek. She looked so achingly beautiful, Scott couldn't help but brush his hand across her face. 

Gia woke to find Scott running his hands along her arm, and she looked up and smiled at the gorgeous guy in her bed.

"Hello, handsome," she kissed him gently. Scott turned his face to gain better access to her mouth and began pressing his tongue between her lips. 

As he kissed her, Scott suddenly realized that he had forgotten to use a condom the night before. He never forgot and had always been hyper-diligent about wearing them. He couldn't believe that he hadn't thought to wear one.

"Gia, I just realized that I forgot to wear a condom. I'm so sorry. What should we do?"

"Oh, it's okay, I'm on the pill- I had to go on it to regulate my period. I probably should have asked this last night, but are you, um, clean? I mean, have you been tested?" Gia didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she needed to ask.

"I actually had to have a physical before I start school, and they did test me. I'm clean. But, just so you know, last night was the first time I've ever had sex without a condom."

Gia smiled up at Scott and pulled his face to hers. Just as Scott pulled her on top of him, a loud knock sounded from the door.

"Uh, G! It's like, noon, so I just thought you might want to come and feed the dogs and maybe start getting things cleaned up." Lori's voice was grating, especially at that moment.

Gia climbed off of Scott and off of the bed.

"I'm sorry, she has no respect for personal space." Gia couldn't help but laugh at her friend. "I shoud really start getting this place back in order."

"Okay, can I see you tonight?" Scott wanted to spend as much time with her as he could. 

"Yeah, I think that should be okay." Gia's voice was unsure.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

"Well, I'm leaving for New York in five days and your going to be at Vanderbilt. I'm just wondering if it's a good idea to dive into this right before we have to say goodbye."

Scott furrowed his brows and sat quietly for a minute before responding. "We're not saying goodbye. I know that the long distance thing is hard, but we can do it. Plus, I'll visit you and you can visit me, and we can be together during breaks. I just got you and I have no intention of letting you go. Okay?"

Gia was thrilled to hear that he wanted a real relationship with her. She smiled and jumped on top of him, giving him a huge hug. He kissed her deeply.

"I told you I love you. You're the one I want and now you're stuck with me," she said.

"Then I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

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Gia and Lori busily traipsed through the backyard collecting cigarette butts and half-full cups of beer. Gia had been tight-lipped after Scott had headed home and it was driving Lori crazy. Lori kept pressing her for information and Gia was finally beginning to relay some the previous night's events.

"So, was it good," Lori asked.

"Yeah, it was amazing. I mean, better than I ever thought. It was perfect, actually. He told me that he loves me." As Gia said that last sentence, she could have sworn she saw something, perhaps anger, flicker across her friend's face. She didn't know why, but she decided to keep her mouth shut and not divulge anymore details.

It was Lori who broke the silence. "Well, he'd have to be good, right? I mean, he's been around and is bound to have learned a few things. Plus, his cock is so big, it'd be hard for him to be bad."

Gia dropped the pile of garbage she was carrying and stopped dead in her tracks. 

"What did you say?" She waited but Lori didn't respond. "How do you know how big he is? I never said anything about that." Again Lori didn't answer, so Gia yelled, " ANSWER ME!"

Lori stuttered a bit and then mumbled, "Um, Kelly said something about that, I don't know, I just heard it around."

"Bullshit, Lori. You and Kelly hate each other. Why would she have said anything about Scott to you? You're lying and I want a straight answer."

"Oh, god, G. I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad. I...I slept with Scott. It only happened once and it was a drunken mistake. Please don't be pissed."

"When?" Gia's voice with cold but her face was covered in rage.

"After you got back from the work trip. I ran into him at a party and we were drinking. Actually, he came up to me to ask how you were and we just kept drinking, and honestly, I don't even remember how it happened, but we ended up having sex. I'm so sorry."

"You fucked him when you knew how badly he hurt me, and even worse, that I was in love with him?" Gia was beyond seething. "You bitch. You couldn't just let me have him. The second you knew that there might be something between us, you had to prove that you could get him, didn't you? You jealous, spoiled, skank. Get the fuck out of my house. I hope it was worth our friendship, because I never want to see you again. You don't know how to be a good friend because everything always has to be about you. Don't call me or come over here. In fact, pretend that you don't even know my name!" Gia was screaming as she stomped back towards the door.

Before Lori could respond, Gia stormed into her house and slammed the door. Lori turned and walked away. She did feel bad, but she assumed that Gia would get over it and come around in a few days. Plus, it was just a random hook-up, and since they weren't a couple, Lori didn't actually think she'd done anything wrong.

Gia walked upstairs and and though she wanted to cry, she was too angry to feel anything else. Her best friend had screwed the one guy she cared about and they had both lied to her. Gia felt betrayed, hurt, and at that point, completely furious. She didn't know what to do, so she climbed into the shower and let the water run over her skin as though it could wash away everything that had happened. 

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The doorbell rang and Gia pulled the front door open but stood in the door frame to stop Scott from entering the house.

"Hey gorgeous. What do you want to do tonight?" When she didn't answer or move, he asked, "You gonna let me in?"

Gia could barely quell the hurt and rage coursing through her. "No, Scott. I'm not gonna let you in. And whatever I do tonight will not include you. I want you to leave."

"Gia, what's wrong with you? Why are you so pissed? Did I do something wrong last night? You seemed so happy, what the hell is going on?"

"Hmmm, let's see, why am I pissed? Take a wild guess, Romeo."

"I really have no idea. I thought that we were finally on the same page, so what gives?"

Gia lost her cool and exploded, "I found out that you fucked my best friend and lied to me about it. Worse, you lied to me in bed so that you could fuck me, too! I hate you, you bastard! Get the fuck outta here!"

"Oh, god, Gia. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. Please let me talk to you, it didn't mean anything. It was a huge mistake. Lori had been coming on to me and I was so drunk and I went into a bedroom to pass out and she followed me in. It was horrible. I was going to tell you, I was just trying to find the right time. Please, don't let this ruin what we have."

"We don't have anything, Scott. I'm just some pathetic girl you tricked into bed and you're just the asshole I stupidly trusted." Her tone was dripping with bitterness, and as Scott opened his mouth to speak again, Gia slammed the door and locked it.

In her eighteen years, Gia had never felt as much pain as she did that day. Hundreds of emotions raced through her and she couldn't grasp what she was feeling. She hated Lori, Scott, herself. Gia was furious at herself for being so naïve, for letting her guard down. As she finally let herself cry for the first time that day, she promised herself that she would never again let anyone hurt her the way that Scott and Lori had.

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Scott spent the next five days calling Gia's cell phone and house, desperately trying to reach her. He drove by her house over and over but she was nowhere to be found. Every time he rang the doorbell he would wait for ages hoping someone would answer. On the fifth day, he even waited on her street to see if he could catch her on the way to the airport, but he never did. She was long gone, off to college and to live a life he'd never be a part of. 

Over the next few months, Scott tried calling her each week, but eventually, her number stopped ringing and just kept going straight to voicemail. 

When he did finally give up, his heart felt like it had been shattered. He knew that he would never feel that way about anyone again and he hated himself for hurting. At night, he would fantasize about seeing her again and being with her forever. But in the clear light of day, he knew that she would never forgive him and that she would never want to be with him again. He had her for one brief moment, and knowing what it felt like to have her and then lose her was more painful than he could bear. 

Scott spent his first semester of college dragging himself from class to class and just trying to get through. When January arrived, Scott resolved to forget her and do his best to enjoy school. By the end of his first year of college, Scott had stopped thinking about her constantly and had made friends. He decided to truly let her go and get on with his life, despite the fact that she never again would be his.

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Author's note: This is a first story for me, so please forgive any errors, editing mistakes, or anything else that you dear readers may find offensive. I know that I need an editor- I keep reading through before I post and I can't see my own mistakes- I'm too close to it! 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because Scott and Gia's back-story is just the beginning. You'll next find them in the present, 28 years old and...well, you'll have to wait a few days till I finish the chapter!

Just to give you a timeline, it takes me about a week per chapter, so please be patient. I promise that I'll get them posted as fast as I can. 

One last thing- I would LOVE to hear what you think about this story, so please send feedback if you'd like to read more and if you have a moment. 

And, most of all, thanks for reading!

~Belle~ 



Never Again Ch. 03



Present day

"Manuel, it's prefect. Look at the composition and the depth- it's incredible. The colors are so expressive, it's like they're speaking; you can almost feel emotion in them, can't you?" Gia's enthusiasm was incredibly infectious and she knew that he was sold.

"Do you think it fits with our space? What about the rest of our collection? Will it work?" Manuel had already made his decision, and both he and Gia knew it, but he loved hearing her describe the art, and he knew that he had to at least pretend to deliberate before spending the six-figures it would cost to acquire the piece.

"I actually think it's larger than what we had initially been looking for, but we'll shift things along the parlor wall and it'll be perfect. It would be such an incredible addition; I'll build you a new wall to hang it on if I have to. If you don't buy it, I just may. So, should I contact the artist?"

Manuel sighed and chuckled, "Of course I want it. Think she'll wrap it up to go?"

Gia laughed; Manuel DeSoto was one of her favorite clients and working with him was like second nature, as was the necessary glad-handing her job required.

"I'll make a few calls. It'll be yours by lunch."

"What would I do without you Gia? Sofia will be thrilled. She's got a table for us at Nobu. Can you meet us there around one?"

"Absolutely. I have some work to finish here and I'll meet you as soon as I'm done." Gia stepped forward to shake hands with Manuel, who was already beginning to sweat in the Miami heat.

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Gia was a bit of a mystery to Manuel and his wife Sofia, but they truly enjoyed her company, and she was the best art consultant money could buy. Her advice had never failed them; each recommendation had always proven to be not only perfect for their collection, but a wise investment that increased in value each year. 

Their only complaint, if they had one, would have been that Gia was always focused on business; she never seemed like she relaxed or took her mind off of work, even a second. Each time she helped them with an acquisition, they took her to lunch or dinner, but never once had they seen her drink let her guard down. Manuel was one of the wealthiest businessmen in Miami, but as successful as he was, even he knew when it was time to take a break. Gia's was always "en pointe" and it was hard for Manuel and Sofia to understand someone who didn't know how to enjoy life. 

Gia had been working with the DeSoto's for six years, and during that time, they had become incredibly fond of her and would have loved to get closer to her, but they sensed that she purposely kept them at an arm's length. Manuel chalked Gia's demeanor up to a desire to keep the lines between business relationship and personal relationship from blurring. Sofia had always believed that there was more to Gia's reserved nature than that, but she couldn't pinpoint why or what caused her to be so closed-off, and she found that it made her hard to read. Perhaps that was a part of her job, but if Sofia had to guess, something in Gia's life had taught her to never let her guard down. 

Each year, Gia arrived in Miami to attend the Art Basel Miami exhibition in order to procure art for both private clients and the gallery that employed her in Manhattan. In turn, many of Gia's clients traveled to NYC to visit galleries with her and learn about the new and exciting artists emerging on the scene. Gia was incredibly knowledgeable and worked hard to stay one step ahead in her competitive business. 

During their art-buying trip to New York a year earlier, Manuel and Sofia had arrived during a week that Gia had her brother staying with her. They met her brother, Mark, briefly, and knew that Gia wanted to spend time with him. They worked with her during the day and were careful to make sure that she left early enough to spend time with her brother, and Gia was incredibly appreciative of their consideration. 

One evening during that visit, the DeSoto's were having a quiet meal when they were interrupted by loud and boisterous laughter coming from a nearby table. They were stunned to find that it was Gia and her brother causing the ruckus. Never had they seen her so animated, and it threw both of them. They had finally decided that she was all business, so it confused them immensely to find that she appeared to be the polar opposite in her personal life. At that moment, Sofia had made it her mission to get to know their wunderkind art consultant.

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Manuel and his lovely wife sat at their regular table in the back of Nobu. As was standard, it was crowded with people dying to sample the world-famous Japanese cuisine. Gia constantly arrived 10 minutes ahead of schedule. The DeSoto's had learned to always arrive early when meeting her, and they both found it amusing to watch her walk through a crowded area. To say that she turned a few heads would have been a gross understatement. In Miami, where flesh was on display 24/7, it was Gia's elegance that drew attention, and today was no different.

As always, Gia was dressed to impressed. A white, sleeveless, form-fitting dress encased her long, lean, figure from her neck to just above her knee. Her tan skin was revealed by twin cutouts that ran vertically from the side of her upper arm, over her shoulders, and met in a V at the middle of her back. She wore nude-colored patent leather, four-inch stiletto heels with a studded bow resting over the pointed toe. Gia also carried a structured, bright purple tote that contained her laptop and purse essentials- she always added a punch of color to her outfit with her bag or shoes. As usual, she wore little jewelry- a silver Roadster watch that was more functional than decorative, and diamond stud earrings that she had purchased after her first year of work.  

After finishing college, Gia had stopped wearing her hair curly; she had the natural corkscrews professionally ironed out every eight weeks. Her hair now hung well below her shoulders, though in the Miami heat she wore a high, sleek ponytail to keep cool. A pair of, large, black sunglasses topped her look. Gia was the epitome of expensive, understated style, and in a place where neon tube dresses and peroxide blonde hair were almost required, Gia stood out. 

As she strode through the restaurant, Manuel and Sofia watched heads turn in Gia's wake. Men tilted their heads to get a look at her pilates-toned ass and women scanned her from head to toe with envy, trying to find a flaw in her gait or outfit. 

Just like every other man in the restaurant, Scott's head spun when the tall beauty drifted past his table. He let his eyes linger on her rear and then travel down her long legs. He would have liked to get a better look, but he was treating clients to lunch and couldn't very well gawk while they waited for him to continue his proposal. He quickly turned his attention back to his lunch companions and continued talking.

Before Gia sat, she walked to Sofia, who stood and hugged her warmly. "Sofia, you look lovely, it's so nice to see you. It seems like it's been a such a long time."

"Gia, how are you, darling? I know that I keep telling you this, but if you ever need a new career, you can be my stylist. I don't know how you always manage to look so impeccable and work as hard as you do. You are a wonder."

Gia really liked Sofia, perhaps too much. She and her husband were in their early sixties and they were the most down-to-earth couple Gia had ever worked with. They always treated her like a treasured guest when she attended the art show, and Gia would have loved to get to know them better, but it just wasn't professional to cross those lines. 

Sofia looked twenty years younger than she was; she had glossy black hair that she always wore down, and olive skin that was nearly wrinkle-free. Her husband was equally handsome, and Gia couldn't remember ever knowing a couple that seemed more in love. Even with all of their money, it was clear that they put each other before anything else. 

Working with such wealthy clients meant that Gia had seen her share of scandal, mistresses, and bitter divorces. It was truly refreshing to see a couple as happy as Manuel and Sofia. Gia wondered why the never had kids, but it wasn't her place to ask about it, so she never did. 

Gia smiled warmly, "Oh, thank you, Sofia. So, I was able to talk to the artist and her gallery, and they were more than excited that someone was interested in the piece. When I told them that you were the potential buyers, they just lost it. I negotiated fifteen percent off of the original asking price, so it's officially yours. I cut them a cashier's check and it'll be delivered at the end of the week. Congratulations on your newest addition."

"Dios mio, Gia. Fifteen percent! That's unbelievable! Let's get champagne and we'll have a toast." Manuel called the waiter to the table and ordered a bottle of Dom.

"Sofia, when we attend the opening gala this evening, there are a few other artists that I would like to introduce you to." Gia was always looking for the next addition for her clients and was excited about familiarizing Sofia with the young artists she had encountered back in Manhattan.

When the champagne arrived, the waiter poured three glasses. Gia dutifully lifted her glass, but didn't drink, instead, she took a sip of her iced tea and pushed the flute to the side. She avoided drinking, especially with clients; she hated feeling out of control, so getting drunk was not something she enjoyed. 

"So Gia, tell us, how are things back home? How is that handsome brother of yours?"

"Oh, he's great. He's still living near the rest of my family in Chicago and is about to get engaged to his girlfriend, so I think that things are going very well for him. It's nice of you to ask about him, Sofia."

"And you Gia, any dashing young man waiting for you back in New York? I just don't know how you can still be single."

Gia cleared her throat, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at the direction to conversation was taking, but she answered anyway. "Oh, you know, I work all the time so I don't have a lot of time to date. But I do get out now and again."

"Gia, you have to make time for love, no? It's the most important thing." This time, Manuel was speaking and had Gia not felt awkward discussing her love life, she would have found Manuel's romanticism endearing. 

Gia decided it was time to change the subject, "I guess that I'm just not ready to settle down. Anyway, I'll be at your house early Monday morning to make sure the delivery goes smoothly. In the meantime, I have a few more clients to meet with, but I would like to schedule the art installers to come to your house before the piece arrives to clear space for installation. When should I schedule them?" Gia pulled her phone out of her bag to look at her calendar.

The DeSoto's and Gia agreed upon a time and continued chatting about art. Gia was careful to avoid any personal subject and began discussing the other artists and work she planned to introduce to them. 

They enjoyed their sushi and by the time dessert arrived, Gia realized that she needed to get back to the exhibition. As she stood to gather her things, she couldn't help but notice an extremely tall man brush past their table as he headed to the restroom. She didn't think much of him, but she did briefly admire his physique as he walked; he was unbelievably tall and quite attractive from behind. Actually, he reminded Gia of... She stopped herself before his name entered her mind and stood to thank the DeSoto's. As she hugged Sofia one last time, she failed to notice that the tall man had exited the bathroom and was standing still, staring directly at her table. 

Gia turned and began to walk away, but Manuel called out to her, asking, "Gia, I meant to ask you how you like the suite?" Manuel owned stock in several Miami hotels, and, despite Gia's protests, he always secured incredible accommodations for her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I should have mentioned- it's just incredible. I can't believe that I'm staying in Gianni Versace's house. It's beyond what I imagined; I can't thank you enough for the room."

"It's our pleasure, Gia. We'll see you this evening for drinks at the hotel at seven-thirty." Manuel bid her goodbye and she made her way out of the restaurant.

Scott wasn't sure what he'd seen. Exiting the bathroom, he had slowed down to get a better look at the gorgeous woman that had walked past his table earlier, but she put her sunglasses back on and he wasn't able to get a good look at her face. 

When the man called out to her, Scott stopped dead in his tracks. He was sure the man had called her Gia, and it made his heart pound. He couldn't be sure it was her, though. Over the years, he had sworn that he'd seen her dozens of times, only to find out that he was imagining things. 

Scott didn't know whether to chase the woman down or stop to talk to the couple seated at her table. He was mentally deciding which would seem less crazy when he realized that she had mentioned where she was staying. He released a long sigh and quickly used the Internet on his phone to find the address of The Villa Hotel; he knew the place by reputation, but had never been there. Before he returned to his table, Scott had secured a table for 6:30 that evening. He just had to know if it really was her, and he had no problem waiting for an evening to find out. After all, he'd waited 10 long years hoping to see her again, so, what were a few more hours?

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Scott sat and took a long slug of his beer as he took in the impressive ambiance. 

The outdoor patio of the hotel was quite striking; a large pool, complete with a mosaic tiled bottom, sat against a grotto at the back of the patio. The bar wrapped around edge of property leading indoors to the main seating area of the restaurant and occupied most of the vast patio. 

There were low, outdoor tables decorated with white gardenias, roses, lilies, and white candles. The clean, crisp table décor stood in stark contrast to the rest of the surroundings. The chairs and sofas were all upholstered in jewel-toned fabrics and adorned with brightly patterned silk pillows. The mosaic pattern from the pool continued throughout the rest of the patio, leaving no surface untouched. It was a beautiful place to spend cocktail hour. 

Scott was trying to keep calm, but he kept anxiously scanning the bar for her; he couldn't help tapping his fingers against the table. People began to file onto the patio from both the hotel and the street entrance, and each time Scott got even a glimpse of brown hair, his heart started to race. He looked down at his watch- it was exactly ten minutes to seven. He'd only been at the bar for thirty minutes, but time felt like it was crawling by. 

Scott began to worry that she wouldn't come, or worse, that it wasn't really Gia. He had built their reunion up in his head over the years, and he was beginning to panic. He wanted to say so many things to her; he wanted her to know that he regretted ever lying to her, and that he wished he had never given up fighting for her.

Scott stood and walked up and down the patio, he was too nervous to just sit. When he returned to his table a few minutes later, he noticed a woman with long, black hair occupying the table kitty-corner from his. Next to her sat a man with salt-and pepper hair wearing an expensive grey suit. Was that the couple he'd seen her with earlier?

Scott kept his eyes glued to the back of the De Soto's heads. It had to be them, he was sure of it. He had decided that if Gia hadn't shown up by seven forty-five, he would ask the couple if they had, in fact, dined at Nobu that afternoon, and if so, he would inquire about their lunch guest. He decided a little bit of awkward conversation or embarrassment would be worth knowing. 

He ordered another beer and sat, shifting restlessly in his seat and peeling the label from the glass bottle in his hand. Again, he glanced at his watch- it was ten past seven. 

Normally, Scott was a very even-keeled guy. He was rarely nervous and wasn't easily flustered, so he was struggling to cope with the knots in his stomach. By seven fifteen, he couldn't take anymore waiting, so he braced himself by taking a long pull on his third beer, and approached the table.

The DeSoto's were chatting about the crowd and enjoying watching people come and go, when Scott reached their table. 

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I have a strange question that I just have to ask." 

Manuel and Sofia looked perplexedly at the tall man speaking to them. "How can we help you?" Sofia responded.

"This may seem crazy, but I had lunch at Nobu today and I believe that I saw you there."

"Yes, you did. We were seated in the back, near the windows. What a small world. It's nice to see you again." Manuel was polite, but he wanted to get back to his drink and conversation

"Yes, it is, but that's not why I came over here. You were dining with a woman this afternoon, and I think that I used to know her. I just didn't get a good enough look at her face to be sure, but I think it was Gia Terlato, right?"

Sofia immediately understood that the man was interested in Gia, but Manuel was wary, responding, "Yes, it was. How do you know her?

"She and I went to high school together. We were good friends and... ...well, I just haven't seen her in a really long time. Is she meeting you here tonight?"

This time, Sofia spoke, "Why don't you have a seat? What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my name is Scott Collier."

The DeSoto's introduced themselves as Scott took a seat across from them. Manuel was not thrilled at the idea of a stranger interjecting himself into their business, but Sofia seemed pleased to be making a new friend.

"I'm sorry, but, young man, did you follow Gia here? It's true, you did see us this afternoon, but how could you have known where we would be this evening?" Sofia glared at her husband as he interrogated Scott. 

"I overheard Gia say where she was staying and decided to come here after work. I'm not a stalker or anything, I just wanted to see her."

"So you came here without knowing if she was even the person you were looking for? That seems pretty strange."

Sofia scoffed at her husband; she loved Manuel, but at times, he was truly oblivious. She was convinced that Gia was more than just an old friend of Scott's, and he seemed very nice, so Sofia wanted to give him a chance. 

"Manuel, be quiet. He knew Gia's name and is simply here to see an old friend. Besides, we're here to keep an eye on things."

Manuel scowled and closed his mouth. He knew that he was better off sitting quietly than arguing with his wife. Sofia told Scott that they were, in fact, expecting Gia, and began to ask him about her. 

"She's is our art consultant, she is here for the Art Basel show. What was she like when she was younger? Was Gia always so reserved?"

The question took Scott by surprise. Reserved was the last thing that came to mind when he thought of Gia. He was beginning to wonder if there was second Gia Terlato in the world when a chartreuse shoe, making it's way down the stairs to the patio, caught his eye. His eyes scanned up and when they reached the shoe-owner's face, his doubts were replaced by heart-thumping excitement. His Gia was in front of him, and he all he could do was stare. 

Gia made her way down the concrete and tile stairs, carefully moving from step to step in her stilettos. She was a vision in a navy blue silk dress with spaghetti straps. The dress had a large, green cymbidium orchid printed on the front that began at her knees and extended to the bottom of the floor-skimming hem. A slit revealed one leg all the way up to her thigh; she wore chartreuse stilettos with an open toe and sling back that made her legs seem even longer than they already were. She carried a lime green clutch; a large enameled cuff adorned her left wrist and there were matching earrings dangling from her ears. Her hair was pinned in a loose, textured bun that sat to the side of her head, just below her ear. She looked impossibly stunning, and Scott wasn't the only man staring at her.




Never Again Ch. 03 Pt. 01



Layna laid there on the couch, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at me. It was about 6:30pm. She had a date in a half-hour: Her best friend Jason. Needless to say, I was jealous and worried. Yes it was my daughter that I had touched, loved, seen but she had become more of a woman since the first time and I couldn't get enough.

I was worried, but then I thought, they are best friends. If one of them wanted to date each other it would have been years ago. And I would have known about it...right?

Layna sat up on the couch and grabbed her clothes.

"I gotta go get ready," she said. She gave me a soft kiss on the check and hurried upstairs.

There come on the couch so I put a towel over it and headed to the laundry room to put on some clean clothes.

Just as I was pulling up my pants I heard a knock on the door.

I heard the knock from upstairs just as I was slipping on my shirt. Calmly, I opened my door and headed downstairs.

I noticed Jason looking at my well, everything. I couldn't have felt more sexy.

"So where do you guys plan to go?" My dad asked coolly.

" The movies, sir."

"Can you have her back before one?"

I thought, "It won't take me five hours to blow his fucking mind."

"Yes sir, I can."

"Good."

Dad hugged me and slightly pinched my ass. God, it was never enough.

"Bye honey and have fun."

"I will Dad," I said sweetly.

I walked passed Jason and said quietly, "I will."

As I walked toward the door I began to feel badly. Jason is my best friend and all I could think about was taking his cock inside of me.

I began to get nervous as I walked to his car. Jason was everything I ever wanted in a man. I could always tell him how I felt or what was going on in my life. How could I tell him that I was my father who had deflowered me?

For about ten minutes it was quiet in the car. I wasn't sure what to say. I was embarrassed, horny, but most of all I was excited because the boy I had loved for so long had finally shown that he at least liked me.

"Jason, I was wondering if we could just go to the park." "Sure, anything you want Layna-lee." I couldn't believe it. He knew my full first name. 

Jason and I have been friends since Kindergarten. He and I would always hang out. He'd come over to my house and we'd play video games or I would go over to his house and we'd watch Disney movies. 

Our favorite movie was The Lion King. He was Simba and I was Nala. I remember one time that we had watched the movie, we were both 13 and his father and mother had went on the back porch to smoke. It was the scene with the "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" song. Jason put his arm around me and he looked into my eyes and told me that he loved me. I looked at him and I said it back. He slowly reached up and touched my cheek and pulled me in to kiss me, but then his mother came in. "JASON! No, not in my house. Separate you two!" We did but, we did not pay attention to the rest of the movie. We just starred at each other. I realize now that I really do love him. 

As I looked at him, I studied his body. I wonder why, after so long had he finally asked me out. I didn't even think that he liked me that way. After five years, I figured his love for me had faded.

We arrived at the park and I climbed out of the car to meet him standing there with his hand outstretched to me. I stood up and tripped over my left foot (I am so clumsy) and fell into his arms. I could feel his heart pounding. His body was so warm and welcoming. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he coughed and stood back.

He grabbed and held my hand as we walked over to the swings. 

"Layna, I have noticed a sudden,"he paused as if to find the right words, "change in you."

I lowered my head and felt his eyes studying my body language. 

He stopped and lifted my head.

"Layna, I am your best friend. You can tell me anything."

"This is really hard for me. Let's go sit in the grass."

We walked a few more feet and plopped down on the ground. I let out a deep sigh.

"Jason, I am not a virgin anymore and-"

"Layna, if you think that I won't love you because of that, you're wrong."

My heart began to pound. I was sure that he could almost hear it screaming.

"It's not that. I-. Four days ago, my dad picked me up from school."

"Really? That's great! He's normally not able to see you much. I bet you guys had a lot of fun that day."

"Well, you remember that morning I got splashed with muddy water from a Corvette that was doing well over the speed limit,"he nodded, "I came home and my dad asked me to take my clothes off so that he could wash them."

It almost seemed as if he knew what I was about to say, but I continued.

"I told him that I would go upstairs and change into something and bring the clothes back down, and he demanded that I take them all off in front of him."

"You're father fucking raped you?!"

"Jason-"

"I'll fucking kill him!"

"Jason, listen. He touched me and he made me...come and I liked it. One thing led to another and we fucked."

Jason was silent and looked at the ground.

"The next day, when I was at school, I didn't talk to you or anyone because I was embarrassed and-and horny."

Jason still looked at the ground.

"He teased me when I got home and I-I-I raped him."

Jason looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"Did you two fuck before I got there? Is that why I couldn't sit on the couch?!"

"Yes. We don't even have a dog, Jason."

"What about Ke-"

"He ran away about two years ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you cared. We haven't hung out at each other's house since your-"

"I meant about your dad. Everyone has been talking about you. Saying you're a slut now. Just by the way you dress."

"Jason, I'm sorry I-"

"Look don't cry,"he wiped a tear from my face, "I have a confession to make."

He stood up and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go to the car and talk. It's quiet."

We walked to the car hand in hand and he opened the door for me. My heart was pounding and I started to cry. I felt like a slut. Even then, after confessing that my father and I had been fucking I was still wet. I was still hot and bothered. I still needed completeness.

Jason sat down and closed his door.

"Layna, I'm not a virgin anymore either."

I looked at him.

"Yeah, I thought you had sex with Jenna?"

"No, I broke up with her because I realized that I couldn't possibly be in love with her. I was saving my first time for you and only you."

More tears streamed down my face.

"Then who did you have sex with?"

He took a deep breath and he started to shake and cry.

"When I got home today my mom was drinking and she grabbed my dick. She began to apologize and cry. I put her to bed. She started kissing my neck and-and-the shower and-oh my God-"

He was fully crying now. I saw that he was hurting. He gripped my hand as if to say, "Save me. I am such a sick bastard. Complete me."

I believed( though it was well passed the time) it was time to let him know how I felt. To let him know that what my father and I had done meant nothing and that-

"Jason, I love you. I am sorry that it took me so long to say it. I am sorry that I let my father do that to me. But, we have to move on from this. As long as we have each other...I mean, we can get through this."

"Layna, I could have controlled myself. You were scared. You didn't know what he would to you."

I gave him my "come on, really" look.

"Jason, I raped my fucking father. I could have stopped just as easily as you could have."

We stared into each other's eyes. We both felt sorry for ourselves.

I breathed in and let out a sigh.

"Hey, how much money do you have?"

"About a hundred," he said wiping tears from his beautiful brown eyes, " Why?"

"Jason, you've seen the change. I --can't go back. I wanted to be with you tonight. I-"

I wanted him to save me from what I had become. It seemed as if he knew that already.

"We'll get a room and spend the night."

I smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"Can I use your cell please?"

He handed me his phone and I called my father to tell him that I was going to stay at my friend's house for the night. He bought it.

We talked as friends as we drove. It really felt good to tell him the truth. I felt a little like myself again. 

We pulled up at a Holliday Inn, bought our room and went inside.

"I am going to go take a shower. I will be back in ten."

I walked into the bathroom and began to run the shower water. As I stepped in, I welcomed the scalding hot water on my skin. It was like a punishment.

Layna walked into the bathroom and I sat on the bed. It cradled me as if to say, "Everything will be okay," but I felt sick. How could I enjoy fucking my mom? I enjoyed her sighs, her moans, her body, and the way she screamed my name. As I thought of this, I felt dizzy. I laid my head down on the pillows. They were so soft and comforting. As I became more comfortable, I thought of Layna. Within the last few hours the old Layna, my best friend, had returned to me. She was so beautiful. Her honesty, her voice, her tears, her body...I started to get hard.

"Oh no," I whispered.

I found my right hand unzipping my pants and lifting my shirt. I couldn't help it. Layna made me feel so comfortable, so right and right then, so fucking horny. But I didn't intend for us to just make love that night.

I stroked my dick slowly and thought of Layna's smile and how sexy she would look naked and ready. Then, I closed my eyes and visualized her kissing me and touching me just the way I like it.

I started to go faster and I know that I would come soon. I had to. She couldn't see me like that.

"Layna," I whispered, "Suck my dick. Yeah just like that. Fuck me Layna. Please. Oh my God. Ride me. Oh Layna. Layna. I- I love you. Layna. I'M GONNA-"

"JASON!"

My dick erupted so violently at the sight of her. I came on my stomach still violently stroking and looking dead into Layna's eyes. She made me so bad. 

She was standing there wet, naked, watching me come all over myself, calling her name. I couldn't stop.

"Jason..."

"I'm sorry-"

"Jason," she walked over to me: Her breasts bouncing with every graceful step she took," I love you. I have always loved you. I promise you this."

She leaned in to kiss me and I hesitated a moment before I pulled her luscious lips to mine. Every taste, every touch...it was like Heaven crashed into me. I hoped the Pearly Gates were open. I prayed for her to let me in.

Her tongue swam around my mouth like a fish and I felt tears streaming down her face. She pulled off my shirt, pants and boxers and starred at me. I was starting to think that she was scared.

"Jason, please. Make love to me. Show me that what I did was nothing like the real thing. Please show me."

I wiped her tears, stood up and lifted her by her ass. It was so plump and soft: So...perfect.

I laid her down and kissed every inch of her soft, silky body. My body trembled and my hands were shaking. Her fingers were entwined with mine. I noticed she was shaking too. 

My lips brushed her neck and my tongue made a trail straight to her right nipple. I softly licked and caressed each breast. She let out sweet sighs and I was hard once more.

"Jason, taste me. Finger me. Play with me please."

I did what she said. I kissed her pelvic bone and followed it down to her swollen clit. I kissed it lightly making her jump and sigh in agony.

I spread her legs a little wider and sat up to see her beautiful pussy. It was dripping with clear beautiful liquid and I wanted it: On me, in me, everywhere.

"Jason, don't look at it. It probably looks-"

"Layna, it looks like...your first time."

It was perfect. It looked as if she'd never had sex. As if it was all mine. And I felt that it was.

I lowered my face to her pussy and tasted the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted. Her cries made me feel as if I was the only one who had ever touched her this way.

I slid one finger inside her warm place. 

She grasped my finger with each thrust I made.

"Jason, harder, please."

Her begging made my dick strain, but I kept pleasing her. Her hips rocked as I swept my tongue over her clit. I wanted her to come hard enough to make her beg for me to be inside her.

I stopped for a moment and she looked confused. I smiled and kissed her thighs again.

I wasn't sure what he had planned. My father never touched me so delicately.

All of a sudden, Jason slid two fingers inside of me. With the other hand he pushed down on my pelvis pushing my g-spot onto the tips of his fingers. I cried out his name as his lips sucked my swollen clit and his finger quickly vibrated inside of me. I fell into complete ecstasy.

Layna's cries for me made me feel as if I would come again. Just the thought of me being the only one that could make her complete satisfied me so.

She started bucking and rocking. She was close.

"Jason, yes, Jason!"

Layna had tears in her eyes. I could tell they were from pleasure. Suddenly she let out a cry that sounded like a million angels singing. Her stomach tightened, and I could tell she was confused.

"Jason, I have to-"

"That's not it. Hold on to me."

I think she thought that she had to pee. That wasn't it at all. I was about to make her have the greatest orgasm of all time.

She dug her nails into my shoulders and I could tell that she trusted me. She closed her eyes, called my name and the next thing I knew, I was covered in her sweet, sweet juices.

"Jason, I-oh,"

She was shaking so I held her. It looked as if she was free falling from Earth to Heaven, but still looked embarrassed.

"Layna-"

"Jason, I am sorry, I told you I had to-"

"It seems I know more about your body than you do. Would you like that same orgasm or better?"

She looked at me as if to ask, "There's better?!"

I grabbed her hand and motioned her to get off the bed.

I turned her around and instantly she bent over.

"No stand up."

She did.

"Are you ready, Layna?"

"Yes. Please. Give me all of you."

Slowly, I pushed my dick inside her. It was wet, soft, warm and tight. Tighter than I expected her to be. It was like I was the first.

I eased my way in making sure that I was hitting her G-spot. I could care less if I came. I wanted her to feel like a queen.

"Right there Jason."

I went faster and I had her moaning, "More, I'm so close baby. Make me come. PLEASE."

And she was close. It was time to put the spin on her. I reached around her soft hip and found her clitoris. I began to play.

"You like that?"

"Oh, Jason I love that. More ah-"

"You like it when I fuck you don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Come for me Layna. Please."

"Jason, OH MY GOD, I'm gonna ah-"

"Say it!"

"I'm gonna come, I'm coming, AH!"

I felt her pussy tighten around me. God it felt so good.

She fell forward and I turned her around.

I put one hand under her head and the other lifted her leg. I slipped inside her and she let out a sigh. She wrapped her legs around me pulling me as close as she could. I could feel her everything and it made me feel alive.

I pulled out. She looked confused.

I climbed on the bed and sat down with my knees bent.

"I want to be closer to you. Come here Layna."

I motioned for her sit on my lap. 

As I slid down, I could feel every inch of him penetrating my soul. My legs were out behind him and I was so close to him that I could feel his heartbeat. God, whoever created the Lotus was a true romantic.

I rocked my hips in time with his. It had never felt as good as that moment right then.

"Jason, I-"

"I love you too. Layna I'm gonna come."

"Inside please. I need you."

It was about two in the morning and still I kept drinking. I had thoughts swirling through my head. What if he and Layna were together: Right then?! I hoped not.

More thoughts came up. What have I done? Nothing really wrong right? He wasn't my biological son. I had never had kids. I became worried.

I started to pace around the room. I needed to talk to someone. I thought to call Neil over.

I picked up the phone.

It rang: once twice-

"Hello?"he said.

I had forgotten how absolutely sexy his voice was.

"Neil, it's Marrissa."

"Hi. What's wrong you sound troubled."

"Can you come over please? I need someone to talk to."

"I'll be right over."

I hung up the phone. I was sort of nervous. I hadn't seen or talked to him in about 19 years, but it comforted me to know that he still cared.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door, I picked myself up off the couch to answer it.

"Hi, Neil."

He looked at me and didn't say a word. Then, he took me in his arms and kissed me like he had kissed me all those years ago.

"Now, what's wrong."

"Well, is Layna at home?"

"No, she is with one of her girlfriends."

"Ahh."

"Why?"

I starred at the floor.

"Stupid question. I am sorry,"he said.

"I just don't think that they should date, you know?"

"I don't think they would do anything. They are just friends. I mean if they remotely liked each other, they would have dated years ago. Instead they act like-"

He starred at the ground.

"I can't believe..."

"It was easier for us wasn't it?"

When I said that, I burst into tears. How selfish could I, WE have been? Because of the way we parted, we didn't even consider-

"We should talk to them tomorrow when they get home."

The sun shown through the windows and reflected a blue light off of Layna's beautiful hair. I touched her cheek, ever so softly, waking her.

"We have to get ready, Layna."

She stretched.

"Yes."

She sat up and grabbed my hand to take me into the shower with her. We washed each other and threw soap bubbles. All the while we snuck in tiny kisses.

I took her home that morning and kissed her goodbye.

I noticed Dad was not home. Thinking he may have taken his cell phone I called it.

It rang once.

Twice...

Three times.

Four...voice mail.

"What's up? This is Neil and obviously I don't want to talk to you or my phone is on silent. I'll get at you later. Leave a message."

My dad was such a kid.

I hung up the phone and immediately it rang.

I got to my house and was shocked at what I saw. Layna's dad and my mother were fucking on the floor in front of the couch!

"It's never enough for you is it?!"

Mom and Neil looked up.

"Jason, wait!"

There was no reason to shut my eyes. I've seen and felt her before.

"Jason look,"Neil said, "We need to talk."

Neil and my mother put on their clothes and sat down.

"Call Layna and let her know that you're coming to get her."

I grabbed my cell phone and called her.

"Layna, apparently our parents have to talk to us. I am coming to get you in a few minutes. I love you."

Mom and Neil looked at each other.

"I am going to get a shower. I will be back."

I walked upstairs to my room. I assumed that they were going to try to have the birds and the bees talk but both of them knew it was too late for that.

I went into my shower and turned the hot water on. It was so nice. I had a perfect night with Layna and now she was coming over. I felt I should look and feel my best.

I thought about her and holding her in my arms. Her scent was still on me...lilac. I covered my- self in body wash. Her scent and my scent mixed as the steam rose in the shower and made me hard. I couldn't stop. I wanted for the rest of my life to take her and hold her and tell her that I loved her more than anything.

I placed my left hand on the shower wall and the other on my dick. I stroked slow. I couldn't get her warm place out of my mind.

"Oh fuck yes. Layna make me come. Please. You're driving me insane."

My balls tightened and I was about to come, but I stopped.




Never Again Ch. 03 Pt. 01



I wanted to save it for her. One day, she would have my children. It's all for her.

Ch3 pt2: Confessions-coming soon



Never Again Ch. 03 Pt. 02



I was very excited to finally come over to Jason's house after so long, but I wondered what my dad wanted to talk about. Probably about the birds and the bees. Just to make them seem responsible.

I quickly washed and changed clothes. Soon after was a knock on the door. 

"Jason!"

I threw my arms around him and kissed him. He grabbed my hand and I stopped him.

"Do we have time?"

"I figured you'd ask that so I told them that I was going to get gas for the car."

He smiled at me and I kissed him deeply and didn't let go of him until I lead him backwards to the couch.

"Oh look you're already hard. That's good because I am wet."

--

And how wet she was. I slid right in and her pussy wrapped around me squirting her warm sweet juices on my tight balls. Her head fell onto my shoulder.

"You weren't expecting an instant orgasm?"

She breathed heavily.

I flipped her onto her back and slid in again.

"Oh fuck Layna...this won't take long...your pussy is so good."

"I love your cock. Fuck me more...harder."

I didn't stop and didn't miss a stroke. She reached down and massaged my balls. I couldn't control myself with her soft hands rubbing me.

"Layna I'm going to come. Fuck...fuck yes. Keep rubbing. Don't stop."

--

I watched his stomach clench as thrust into me so hard sending me over the edge again. He kissed me and told me he loved me more than anything.

"We have to go before they suspect something."

"Layna I am pretty sure that they know. They aren't that dumb."

We laughed.

We got dressed and got into the car. We turned on the radio and did not speak the whole drive. 

--

"Oh my. What are we going to say?!"

"Marissa you're freaking the fuck out! Chill."

"Chill? How can I chill?"

"Sit down and shut up!"

"I can't!"

He slapped me across the face. I was getting hysterical.

"Thank you."

"No problem," he laughed. 

They walked in the door and my heart dropped. They were holding hands and I almost cried.

"You two need to sit down."

And they did with smiles on their faces like nothing could separate them.

"Layna," Neil started in,"Do you remember what I told you about your mother?"

"Yeah, she died giving birth to me. Why bring this up with both of us here?"

"Well, you had a sibling."

"Like a twin?!"

"Yes. A couple months after you were born Marissa and I began to date. She was always there to help me raise you."

"Dad wait who's my twin...you never told me I had a sister!"

"Well, when me and Marissa broke up we realized that I couldn't take care of both children so she took one and I took you. She moved but stayed close in hopes that the children would be friends."

--

My heart sank...I knew what he was saying but I didn't want to hear any of it. It wasn't true.

"No. Dad...you're lying...Why didn't you tell me this!?!"

"I-"

"We didn't think.."

"No Mom...you didn't think. Do you two realize that me and Layna are in love...we...had..."

Layna ran outside crying and I followed her.

"Look we don't need you anymore. Give us time."

Neil...I mean Dad I guess stood there and stopped Marissa from following us.

"Layna."

I went to kiss her and she pushed me away.

"Layna please."

"Please what? You're my brother...You heard them. We can't be together."

"Layna...this doesn't change my feelings about you at all."

"Nor mine but this is illegal Jason..."

"But I love you."

"And I you...Please...take me home."

I drove her home with tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't believe any of it. I found my true love and everything had gotten ripped from me in a split second. What could I do? Live in secret...when in my heart I would always know that I fucked my twin sister...my lover.

Layna got out of the car and gave me one final passionate kiss. I did not see her for a month afterward and haven't dated since.

One month later

--

I sat on the bathroom floor crying at the little plus sign not knowing what to do. I couldn't tell Jason...I couldn't tell anyone. No one but these bathroom walls would understand my pain and tears. 



Never Again Ch. 03



She waked towards the table, giving Manuel and Sofia a slight wave. Gia was making a mental note to arrive even earlier to their next meeting when she noticed that there was a man sitting across from the De Soto's, and he was staring at her. When she looked at his face, she quickly told herself that he was just someone who, from a distance, looked like a guy she knew in high school. 

She was trying to tell herself that it couldn't be him, but as she reached the table, she knew exactly who sat before her. 

"Hello." She smiled slightly and stepped to the side, making her way around to her chair.

Scott swallowed hard when he heard her voice. He stood, turning to face her.

Gia blinked quickly, as though she was sure her eyes were out of focus. But, no, her eyes were fine and there was no hiding the surprise she felt. It really was him.

"Hi Gia, it's been a long time." Scott stood awkwardly, not knowing whether to shake her hand or hug her, or better, kiss her the way he dreamt about.

"Oh my god, Scott. It's been ages. I didn't think I'd see you again. I'm just... ...how are you? I mean, what are you doing here?" Gia was beginning to stutter.

"Um, it's kind of a long story, but earlier today-"

Sofia cut him off, "We noticed that he was sitting by himself and asked him to join us. Do you two know each other?"

Manuel's mouth dropped as his wife lied through her teeth. Sofia could easily see that Scott was enamored with Gia, and rather than watch him stumble through an explanation that would make him look strange at best, she decided to help him out. 

Gia's face changed from shocked to mistrustful; she involuntarily arched one eyebrow at Sofia and the looked back at Scott. 

Catching onto Sofia's ruse, Scott began, "Yeah, I overheard them talking about the Art Basel show and asked them if it was worth attending. We got talking and they were kind enough to ask me to join. They told me they were meeting their art consultant, but I had no idea it'd be you. It's so crazy."

Gia was swirling internally. He was so handsome, better looking than he'd been in high school. His lanky frame had filled out and his hair wasn't as blond as it had been and it no hung around the tops of his ears. His body looked incredibly strong and lean; his height made him imposing and sexy at the same time. His sharp jaw and patrician nose were just as she remembered, but his eyes... She had forgotten how blue they were, like turquoise with hints of sapphire. And his smile- it was perfect, with straight white teeth and utterly perfect lips that she wanted to lick. She couldn't help but stare at him. 

She had always wondered about him, and, whether she wanted to or not, Gia had been dreaming about him for years. She had often wished that she'd handled things with Scott differently. One of Gia's biggest fears was that she had shut the door on her happiness when she closed the door on Scott all those years ago. 

She wanted to lose herself in the experience of seeing him, but she forced herself to focus and make conversation.

"Scott and I went to high school together. We haven't seen each other since. What a strange coincidence, I really can't believe it."

"Stranger things have happened." This time, Manuel was trying to help Scott out. Even he could tell that the guy was interested; Scott hadn't taken his eyes off of Gia for a second, and he felt sorry for him. 

"Scott, tonight we're going to the opening gala for the exhibition. Will you join us? That way you two can catch up."

Gia politely nodded; she didn't know whether she wanted him to accept or decline. The idea of spending an evening with Scott was daunting; she felt unprepared, but the idea of him leaving without their getting a chance to talk was much worse. There Gia sat, chatting with the one man she'd ever cared about as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I'd love to." Scott accepted Manuel's invitation.

Well, that was that. Gia didn't need to choose, so she would make conversation and try to keep calm. Being so close to him made goose bumps run down her arms. He smelled clean and masculine; it was making her think of the way his skin had tasted all those years ago.

Sofia was dutifully making conversation, and Gia tried her best to focus, as did Scott. The De Soto's told them about how they met and a little bit about their lives. Gia and Scott told the De Soto's about high school and their hometown. Gia explained that Scott and she grew up in the same neighborhood and told stories of bike riding, football games and classes spent together. 

Over the next hour, Gia learned that Scott was a lawyer, lived in Tampa, and was in Miami on business to meet with potential clients. They talked about their lives and Gia told him about her work in New York. 

Before any of them realized it, they were running late for the gala. Manuel called his driver as Gia and Sofia excused themselves and walked to the ladies room.

"Gia, he is absolutely gorgeous. I have to ask, was he your high school sweetheart?"

Sofia noticed that Gia hesitated, but said nothing.

"No. He was just a friend. We really lost touch after graduation, so it's a little surreal to see him again. He was always good-looking, though. That hasn't changed."

Sofia was quiet as she and Gia walked to the car. She knew that there was something between them; there was palpable electricity in the air, but she didn't want to push, so she said nothing more.

---------------

Nearly five hundred people stood in the grand ballroom of one of the many beautiful South Beach hotels. Waiters served trendy cocktails in chic charcoal pants and dark shirts. Artists gathered in every corner, discussing potential buyers, the quality of the show, and mostly, each other. Long gowns swept the floor as glamorous women swished from place to place, men in tuxedos loyally trailing behind them. 

The Art Basel Gala took place every year on the opening Friday of the exhibition. The room was packed with every major art collector in Miami, as well as savvy collectors from all over the world. Gallerists scoured the walls searching for the next big thing as socialites stood in front of cameras, waiting to be photographed.

There was no denying that the gala was the place to be that evening. The guests wore the newest fashions to honor the black tie dress code and there wasn't a stiletto under four inches in the entire place. 

Scott marveled at the crowd; he'd been to many fancy functions over the years, but he'd never seen anything like the gala. Colored lights cast enchanting shadows over the floor, art hung or sat on every available space, and the women were dressed to the nines. 

Scott was used to attending stuffy events where guests stayed seated and turned their noses up at one another. This was entirely different; the crowd was eclectic and the young artists were easy to spot. 

"I'm sorry, but I have to go say hello to some clients. Do you mind staying with Sofia? There are drinks coming our way." Gia turned on her heel and walked away from Scott, who took the opportunity to check out her ass, which was round, pert and sexier than he remembered.

"Scott, watch her work. Gia is in her element here; I've never seen anyone work a room better than she does, not even my husband, and that's saying something."

Scott stood near one of the bars carved from ice. Gia walked from person to person and group to group, hugging, chatting and introducing her clients to one another. She didn't partake in any appetizers and only sipped water as she smiled and nodded while she moved throughout the room. 

More than once, Scott heard her speaking; she asked about family members, work, spouses, and it was clear that she remembered each and every person that she spoke to. Watching her work was impressive, to say the least. She flirted with single men, complimented many outfits, and never faltered. She held conversation and groups of people flocked to her to say hello. She seemed comfortable in her role, but she also exuded poise and control.

Every chance she got, Gia let her eyes momentarily rest on Scott. She saw several women circle around him, but they never approached. Gia couldn't imagine approaching someone that looked like Scott; he was huge and shockingly attractive. He stood with Sofia chatting, though his eyes rarely left Gia.

Scott could barely focus on Sofia, and making conversation was not foremost in his mind. He watched her work. She looked the same in so many ways, but at the same time, she was different, too. 

She was thinner than she'd been in high school and her hair was lighter and lacked the curls that had once fit her so well. Her face hadn't changed, though. Her eyes were still the most beautiful green he'd ever seen; her lips were still the color of raspberries and more than a little bee-stung. 

Scott watched her move, and he noted that her walk had matured; she carried herself with flawless posture, and her movements, which had once been spontaneous and unrestrained, were more controlled and graceful. Scott remembered how animated Gia used to be when she spoke; she used her hands and body, showing every feeling through her eyes and body. She seemed, as Sofia had said, more reserved, but Scott swore he could see some her natural expressiveness beneath her professional veneer. 

Scott continued to watch her and the way people reacted to her presence. As always, she could draw anyone into deep conversation and moved easily from one group of partygoers to another. She still commanded attention, though not in an obnoxious way. Rather, her attention and interest were genuine and she was conscientious of each person around her, including everyone in conversation. Sofia had been right, watching Gia work was quite a thing to behold, and Scott could have stayed there for hours. 

After two hours had passed, Gia finally returned to Sofia, Scott and Manuel. 

"Well, I am officially tired, and I think that I'm finally off the clock."

"How do you know all of these people?"

"Oh, art's a small world, Scott. I see the same people at all of these events. There aren't that many serious collectors or gallerists in the world, so everyone knows everyone at these things."

"Did you snare any new clients?" Manuel asked.

"Possibly, we'll see. I really have to get here early tomorrow. I'm hoping to find a new artist for the gallery, so I've gotta start getting to know the exhibitors."

"Wait, I thought that you were a consultant. Do you have a gallery, too?" Scott asked.

"I do private consulting, but I also represent a gallery back home."

They both had so much to learn about each other, and they needed time to talk. Gia wanted to stay with Scott, but she was also afraid of the way seeing him made her feel. She felt like she was back in high school; Scott still had the same effect he'd had on her ten years ago. Being near him made her nervous and giddy at the same time, and Gia hadn't felt that way since she was last with him. She was mentally debating whether to ask him to lunch the next day when Sofia spoke. 

"Gia, you must be starving. Have you eaten anything since lunch?" Sofia spoke to Gia but looked directly at Scott.

"No, I haven't, actually. I'm pretty hungry, come to think of it. I should get back to my hotel so I can grab a bite and get to bed."

"Wait, Gia, Sofia, Manuel would you like to go somewhere to get dinner?"

"It's getting late for us, Scott. Manuel and I are going to head home, but it was so nice to meet you. Thank you for joining us." Sofia wanted to give them some time alone, and Manuel understood why she declined.

"Thank you so much for the invitation. It was really nice to meet you." Scott shook the De Soto's hands and both he and Gia bid them goodbye.

They stood across from each other, alone for the first time. 

"Gia, have dinner with me?" It was more of a statement than a request; Scott couldn't imagine letting her leave.

"I'd love to."

"Should we look for a taxi?" 

"No, that's alright, let's walk. The weather here is amazing." Gia walked through the door with Scott into the dense Miami heat.

They walked quietly, neither speaking but instead taking in the lush surroundings and the countless emotions coursing through them. The silence between them was comfortable, and without thinking, Scott wrapped his arm around Gia's waist and pulled her to his side. The walked, arms around each other until they reached a street littered with restaurants.

They found a small, dimly lit bistro a few blocks from Gia's hotel and walked in. Both felt butterflies fluttering in their stomach; ten years and they were finally reunited.

---------------

Sitting in a leather booth against a back wall of the bistro, Scott and Gia found themselves slip into conversation as though no time had passed. They spoke easily and comfortably about their lives and work.

"So, exactly what is an art consultant? How did you get into that?"

"It's kind of a crazy story, actually. I was at Parsons and one of our projects was to design an outfit for ourselves that we would wear to a group of gallery openings. I made this grey dress with an embroidered, netted back that I loved. 

So, the final part of the project was to actually wear it. At one of the galleries we visited, this woman came up to me to ask me about my outfit. She loved the dress, so I agreed to make her one. 

Once I had the dress put together, I had to actually tailor it to her body, so I would go to her house for fittings. It turned out that she and her husband were avid art collectors. 

Around the third fitting, she showed me around and asked me what I thought about their collection. I knew a lot about the art scene just from living in the city and being in school with so many artists, so I suggested that she look into this new artist I had met, because I thought her work would fit into their home really well. She went to the gallery, fell in love with the artist and bought, like, three pieces. 

We became friends and I kept up with emerging artists and continued suggesting work for them. Over the next couple of years, they introduced me to other collectors and gallerists, and by the time I finished undergrad, I had over a dozen clients and she had hooked me up with a job at a gallery. 

I immediately applied to Columbia for grad school and got my master's in Modern and Contemporary Art History and Theory while I worked. I was only at the gallery part time, but it was insane. I had no free time. When I finished grad school, I had almost fifty clients, so I didn't really need the gallery work, so now I just consult for them, and most of what I do is with individual collectors.

Never in a million years would I have guessed that I would be doing this. I didn't even know that "this" was something I could do. When I tell people what I do, no one has a clue what "art consultant" means." 

Gia took a sip of her water and asked, "Tell me about your job. Do you like being a lawyer?"

"Yeah, I like it enough. It's pretty interesting. I do estate planning for high-wealth clients. I kind of fell into it the way you did. It was the year after I passed the bar, and I was working for a lawyer who was trying to help this wealthy client create a trust for his family that would allow them to keep the majority of his money after he died. I started researching tax and estate law, and we were able to suggest and find a life insurance policy that would cover the cost of the death taxes. 

When someone with that kind of money dies, they government taxes are massive, so the family inherits just a small percentage of their fortune. That's where our estate planning and insurance policies come in. 

From that first client, we created a new division in our firm. Now, it's the biggest branch in our office and we have thirty-five attorney's working in it. I travel a lot to meet with clients all over the country. I'm kind of like the salesman; I try to convince them to retain our services and they pay us to keep money in their family. That's why I was at Nobu today, I was meeting a guy who owns car dealerships down here and needs a will."

"Wait, you were at Nobu?' Gia was suddenly confused.

"Um, yeah." Scott realized he'd slipped. "I actually saw you with the De Soto's at lunch. I don't want to freak you out, but I heard that you were staying at The Villa and decided to see if I could find you. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you; Sofia was trying to cover for me- I think she likes me and didn't want me to look like a stalker."

"Wow, that's... I'm not freaked out, I think that if I had seen you I probably would have done the same thing. But, you didn't have to lie."

"I'm sorry, I should have spoken up. It was stupid."

"Honestly, I thought there was something fishy about the way the De Soto's invited you to sit with them. They're incredibly nice, but drinking with a random guy seemed like a stretch. It's really not a big deal, though, I have to watch out for Sofia- she's pretty crafty."

Scott laughed, relieved that Gia wasn't angry. He watched her bite her bottom lip while she listened to him talk. She was just as sexy as he remembered, but there was seductiveness in her mannerism that had come with age. Gia was no longer cute; she was a beautiful woman, elegant, poised and utterly enticing. When Gia shifted in the booth, Scott caught a glimpse of her full cleavage and it turned him on immensely. As he felt the blood begin to rush to his crotch, he looked away and tried to concentrate on something less arousing, but everything about her was turning him on. She smelled amazing, like jasmine and citrus and every time she moved he caught her delicious scent and it was driving him crazy.

They had so much to learn about each other, they were talking non-stop. Gia felt a tingle through her body every time Scott smiled. He was devastatingly handsome and that she had his full attention was making her feel ecstatic. Part of her was transported back to high school and she was again that eighteen-year-old girl, drawn to Scott in a way she couldn't describe or even understand. 

When Scott removed his suit jacket, Gia suppressed the urge to run her hand down his broad, strong back. She remembered the way his muscles had felt beneath her fingertips when he fucked her... Gia shook her head and tried ignore her desire, but her traitorous body, already flushed with excitement, was making that impossible.

Though they were the last patrons in the restaurant, they decided to share dessert, so Gia slid further into the booth, the side of her body meeting his. Their proximity was making concentration impossible; Scott could feel the warmth coming from her exposed skin and her smell was invading his every sense.

As they talked, Scott noted the sensual way that Gia licked her lips as she listened to him, as though she was preparing to devour him. He remembered how her body had reacted to him ten years earlier, and he knew in his gut that she was still as pulled to him as he was to her. She was the most responsive partner he'd ever had, and he was desperate to see if their chemistry was as explosive as he remembered. Had he built the memory of one night up in his mind, or was she truly the passionate lover? He had to know. 

Scott watched Gia bring the gelato to her lips and take the spoon into her mouth. She dove into the dessert with such enthusiasm that the melting dessert had escaped onto her bottom lip. When she ran her tongue across her mouth to clean her lips, Scott barely blinked and decided he had to make his move. She missed a small spot at the corner of her mouth, so he took the opportunity and reached up to run his thumb across her bottom lip.

"Missed a spot." Scott's voice was barely a whisper.

Before he was able to move his finger from her lip, Gia sucked his thumb into her mouth and dragged her tongue across the pad of his digit. Scott's eyes dropped and his breath caught as her eyes met his in the most seductive gaze he'd ever seen. She wanted him too.




Never Again Ch. 03



Scott turned in his seat and reached out, wrapping his arm around Gia. He closed his fingers around her upper arm and with controlled force, turned her towards him. He reached up and lightly touched her face with his fingertips, again rubbing his thumb over her mouth. She looked up at him, directly into his eyes, and leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss that allowed her to pull his bottom lip between her own. The kiss didn't last long enough for either of them, and when they pulled apart, Scott rested his forehead against Gia's and took a deep breath.

"Gia."

Before he said anything else, Gia kissed him again, this time tilting her head and pulling him closer by the front of his shirt. Her hand pressed against his chest and she could feel his heart beating as they continued to kiss. Their kisses were light and playful, neither used tongue, but every so often she bit gently on his bottom lip, and it was immensely arousing. 

Scott shifted his arm over Gia's shoulder so that his hand rested near the top of her chest. He was barely aware of their being in public, and though he made sure that no one looking when he slid his hand into the top of her dress, he realized that a voyeur would not have deterred him. Gia felt Scott's fingers slipping beneath her neckline and moved closer so that his fingers could reach her nipple. When Scott felt the hard nub under his fingertips, he pinched and moved further down so that he could palm her whole tit. He splayed his fingers and squeezed the supple flesh in his hand, casing Gia to let out quiet moan. 

They sat side-by-side with their torsos turned towards into each other and Scott alternated between circling Gia's nipple and teasing the tip of the hard bud with his fingers. They stopped kissing in order to catch their breath and assess their surroundings. Several minutes had gone by and neither was sure whether their groping had been witnessed by any of the wait staff. Just as their waiter returned from the front of the restaurant, Scott reluctantly removed his hand from Gia's breast.

As the waiter was refilling their water glasses, Gia felt Scott's hand on her thigh, which was exposed by the slit in her dress. Her body was already turned towards him, but it shocked her when he hooked his hand under her knee and forcefully pulled her leg and draped it over his lap. Gia reached down to push his hand away, but Scott looked directly at her, his eyes lustful and determined, so she moved her hand back to the table. 

The waiter finished filling the glasses and stood in front of them to ask them if they needed anything else. As Scott responded to the waiter, he ran his fingers up the inside of Gia's silky thigh. When he reached her panty-covered mound, he rubbed his fingers up and down, pressing the fabric between her wet pussy lips. Gia was stunned, and though she knew she should have stopped Scott from touching her for fear that the waiter might see what was happening beneath the tablecloth, she couldn't help but spread her legs further in order to press herself against Scott's strong hand.

The waiter walked away to retrieve their check. Gia wanted to chastise Scott for his boldness, but his fingers felt incredible.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you baby? You're so hot and sticky that you like having my fingers against your pussy, even though we're in public, don't you?"

Gia could feel Scott's mouth move against her ear as he whispered. When she didn't respond to his questions, Scott flicked his hand beneath Gia's panties and pressed his middle finger into her tight, slick hole.

"Tell me how you love this, Gia. You're little pussy is so tight and wet; I can feel it sucking at my finger. Do you like that, Gia? Do you like when I touch you in public, huh, dirty girl?"

Scott's words made Gia even hotter and she obediently answered him. "Yes, I like it; you make me wet and your fingers feel so good."

"You feel that? You feel my hand making you drip? Wait till I get you home, dirty girl. I'm gonna fuck you all night and I'm-"

The waiter, who had returned with the check, cleared his throat and interrupted Scott.

Scott continued swirling his fingers between Gia's cunt lips as the waiter left the check on the table. When he retreated, Scott removed his fingers from beneath the table. Gia's eyes never left Scott's as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them in, tasting her shiny juices. Watching Scott savor her creamy taste was incredibly erotic, and Gia leaned in to kiss him the second his fingers left his mouth. She kissed him deeply, inserting her tongue between his lips and swiping it back in forth in his mouth, tasting herself on him. 

"Let's go."

Scott threw cash onto the table and pulled Gia with him as he slid out of the booth. They walked out, bodies pressed against one another and as soon as they exited the restaurant, Gia pulled Scott around the side of the building and kissed him again. He pushed her back up against a brick wall and shoved his fingers into her hair. Scott wrapped his fingers around her hair and tugged, forcing her head to tilt back so he could run his tongue across her jaw and down her neck. He slid one strap of her dress down her shoulder so he could kiss her soft skin, when a loud ringing startled both of them. They both snapped and stood upright as Scott's phone rang loudly in his coat pocked.

Scott growled in frustration and ripped the phone from his coat.

"Shit, I have to take this."

Gia pushed the strap of her dress up and nodded, stepping around Scott and returning to the front of the restaurant in order to give him privacy. 

"I'll just be a minute," he said as she walked back to the sidewalk.

She stood beneath the building's exterior lights and looked down. Her dress was wrinkled and askew, and her hair was no longer in a chic bun, rather, it fell in front of her face in dozens of loose strands. She could hear Scott's voice as she pulled her hair completely out of the bun and ran her fingers through it in an effort to pull herself together. Gia smoothed the front of her dress with her palms and straightened the fabric as best she could.

The reality of what she was about to do hit Gia like a ton of bricks. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would have had sex with Scott in the alleyway of the restaurant if they hadn't been interrupted, and that realization scared her. It was completely out of character for Gia to be so out of control and to let things go as far as they had. She didn't like feeling that her body overruled her head and she decided that she needed to think before things went any further.

Scott emerged and she looked up as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Hi," she smiled shyly at him.

"I'm so sorry. That was my boss, and I couldn't ignore it. I've been trying to touch base with him all day because I need him to email this document and he sent me the wrong one and... ...it doesn't matter. I'm really sorry about that."

"Relax, Scott. It's fine, I understand."

"Let's go back to your hotel. I'll turn my phone off, I promise."

"Listen, Scott. I know that things got kind of crazy back there, but I think that we should slow down and get some perspective before things go any further. We haven't seen each other in so long, and this really is not the kind of thing I normally do. I mean, I'm not usually so... ...for lack of a better word, slutty. I've never done anything like that. I'm sorry, Scott." Gia looked down, slightly ashamed, waiting for a response.

"Gia, it's okay, don't be embarrassed, you have nothing to apologize for. You have no idea how much you turn me on, and I should have controlled myself better. I just can't believe that I'm here with you after all this time. It's a lot to take in, and you're right, we should call it a night, but I'll only leave you if you'll agree to see me tomorrow. I know you have to work, but do you think you'll be free in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, I could probably work through lunch and move some things around and be finished by three. Why? What do you have in mind?"

"The house I'm staying in has an incredible pool and it's right on the beach. I was thinking we could swim for a while and then I'd like to cook you dinner. Do you still love to swim?"

"You remember that I love swimming?"

"Yeah, I remember everything about you."

Gia's heart skipped a beat and she felt herself break into a smile. She stepped into Scott and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. She kissed him and pulled back to look into his eyes. "I've missed you." 

This time, he kissed her deeply. It was a gentle, lingering kiss that was sweet and tender.

"Let me walk you back to your hotel."

They walked hand in hand to the hotel steps. They stood at the bottom of the large staircase at the front of The Villa and faced each other, still holding hands. Gia smiled at Scott and thanked him for dinner as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She stepped back and turned towards the stairs. 

Before she stepped up, she looked back, and with an arch of her eyebrow and come-hither smile, she bid him goodbye. "Until tomorrow, Scott Collier."

Gia turned and ascended the stairs. He watched her until she swept through the large glass doors, smiling the whole time. He couldn't wait to see her again and though it was late, he didn't feel remotely tired, he felt as excited as he had the first time he kissed ten long years ago.

As Scott turned to walk back to the house, he pulled his phone from his pocket to finish the phone call he'd cut short in the alleyway.

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Author's note: This is a first story for me, so please forgive any errors, grammatical issues or editing mistakes. I know that I need an editor- I keep reading through before I post and I can't see my own mistakes- I'm too close to it! 

Just to give you a timeline, it takes me between a week and ten days to write each chapter, and then LitE takes a few days to get them posted, so please be patient. I promise that I'll get them posted as fast as I can. 

One last thing- I would LOVE to hear what you think about this story, so send comments if you'd like to read more and if you have a moment, and please vote- it's a great way for me to learn what you like and don't.

And, most of all, thanks for reading!

~Belle~



Never Again Ch. 04



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As the hot water pounded her back, Gia released a long, deep breath. She stood in the shower trying to piece together her feelings about the evening. Aside from her shock at seeing Scott again, Gia didn't know what was going on with her. Her head spun with images of his face and the memory of his smile, and each time she thought of his touch, a shiver ran down her spine. He was so much the same, and being with him had made her feel that she was 18 years old again, naïve and flush with dreams of happily ever after. 

Snapping back to reality, Gia frowned. She hadn't expected to be so taken with him again. That she fell so easily into his arms was bothering her. She hadn't let her heart rule her head since she lost her virginity, and it seemed that nothing had changed since. Gia wasn't stupid or prone to whimsical fantasy, so why did she feel so out of control the second she saw him? She couldn't stop internally scolding her rash behavior. She had never been one to fall at a man's feet, so why had she done just that with Scott?

Gia stood, long hair stuck to her back and dripping at her feet, looking in the mirror. Deep in thought, she tried to figure out how she would handle herself when she saw him the next day. There was a part of her that was angry that he had such a strong effect on her. She supposed that it wasn't all that unusual to had strong feelings for someone that she'd once been so crazy about, but she also assumed that she would have been more cautious. After all, he'd hurt her deeply all those years ago, and the memory of that pain was one she had never let go. It was that pain that had taught her to guard her heart closely. She had been careful to never let anyone make her feel that way again, but that also meant that no one had possessed her heart the way Scott had.

She knew that Scott was the one person that had taken up permanent residence in her mind. Year after year, she would happen to see or hear something that reminded her of Scott, and it would make her heart beat a little faster. She had always told herself that her feelings for Scott and her memories of him were clouded by the fact that he was her first love and first loves never really go away.

Gia wasn't one to dwell and regret, but with Scott, dwelling and regret seemed to be at the forefront. Ten years and she still thought about him, wondering how things might have been different if they'd both behaved differently. Looking back, Gia couldn't help but roll her eyes at how childish she'd been back then, how dramatically she'd slammed doors and yelled about always and never. 

Truthfully, things had changed. She was stronger and more at ease with herself, and, she knew how to handle conflict or pain in a way that didn't include tantrums. Now, here he was, and she still felt giddy around him; her head and her heart were telling her two different things. The barrage of emotions was driving Gia crazy; feeling both excited and anxious was making her feel disoriented.

She groaned out loud and grabbed a comb, quickly running it through her hair. As she continued pondering the evening's events, she brushed her teeth and headed out into the bedroom of her suite. She grabbed a pair of silk shorts and a matching cami and pulled them on as she climbed to the massive bed. Though Gia was tired, she knew that sleep was a long way off. She wiggled beneath the covers, turned out the light and stared into the darkness, willing sleep to arrive.

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Standing beneath the cool water, Scott gruffly moaned. He turned the temperature down, but it wasn't helping. His erection wasn't going to subside, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't will it away. 

Gia's face was stuck, no, branded, in his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about her smell, her hair, her lips, her body, her touch. The thought of her was overwhelmingly intense, and when he'd kissed her, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he still loved her as much as he had ten years earlier. Maybe he even loved her more. He'd experienced life without her, life with other women and other relationships, and he'd never felt about anyone the way he felt about her. The electricity between them was as powerful as it had ever been, and he feared that he'd never recover if he lost her again. 

Scott turned his back and allowed the water to run over his shoulders. He tipped his head back, soaking his hair and face. As he closed his eyes, he could see Gia's face perfectly. He let his hand trail down his front and reached for his stiff shaft. He wrapped his long fingers around his cock and began to slowly pump his fist up and down. He was oozing precum, which he spread with the tips of his fingers and used as lubricant. 

He imagined that Gia was standing across from him, naked and dripping. He could feel her body approaching him and tried to imagine her fingers sliding down his chest. Her nipples, hardened in the cool water, would press into his chest as he flattened her against himself. He could nearly feel her breath on his face as he visualized running his tongue down her front and suckling at her tender nipple. He grasped the crown of his cock and squeezed, forcing more pre-ejaculate from the tip.

He thought of the way her sweet pussy had tasted on his fingers and was suddenly salivating. Scott pictured himself dropping to his knees and bending beneath her. He'd look up and find her legs spread, standing over him. His hands would run up her legs and when he reached the tops of her thighs, he would pull her swollen lips apart, exposing her whole sex to his hungry eyes. He dreamed of pressing his face to her mound and inhaling, licking and nibbling.

Thinking of her taste and scent, he dreamed about the first time his tongue would touch her slit, and began to jack his hand up and down furiously. His cockhead was weeping profusely and he knew that he was close to cumming. He again pictured her face, and this time, he could see her tongue flicking across her lips as he pounded her against the wall. 

He suddenly imagined taking her from behind, pulling a handful of her hair in order to force her to look at him, and in his mind, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a sultry stare as she licked her lips. Picturing Gia on all fours with her eyes staring directly into his was Scott's undoing. All of a sudden, Scott felt his sac tighten and he swelled as he exploded, his cum streaking across the glass shower wall. 

"Fuck, Gia!" Her name died on his lips as he leaned against the shower wall, spent and exhausted. 

When Scott finally made it into bed, he was physically worn, but his mind was fighting to stay awake. It had been an eventful day, one he had fantasized about for a decade, and he tossed from side to side as he relived the entire thing. 

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When her phone buzzed insistently in her ear at 6:30 the next morning, Gia was already awake, though she would have given anything to turn and find the sleep that had escaped her for the last seven hours. She flipped the blankets to the side of the bed and in one smooth movement, swung her legs over the side of the bed and bounced to a standing position. Gia was a firm believer in avoiding the "snooze" button, though she was not a natural morning person. 

Gia decided to get dressed as quickly as possible in order to get to work early. She was looking forward to seeing Scott that afternoon, though she decided that it was important to take things slower. Gia and Scott had a lot of history between them, but given the amount of time that had passed, the fact of the matter was, they didn't really know each other. 

Gia grabbed a camel colored pencil skirt and a navy silk top with a cowl neck. She added a blazer that matched her skirt and turned the cuffs above her elbows in order to keep cool in the Miami sun. Gia found a pair of navy pumps in her bag and slipped into them. Looking at her watch, she realized that she had forgotten to pack clothes for swimming and dinner. She bounded across the bedroom and threw drawers open, looking for a swimsuit and clothes. She threw everything into an extra bag and ran out the door at 7:45. 

Gia spent the majority of her day bouncing between artist's booths and her laptop trying to get as much done in as little time as possible. She worked quickly and well, networking and corresponding with her gallery. As she worked, she realized that she had not left work early in over five years. She took very few days off and even worked on weekends. She was consistently the last person to leave the gallery and she never minded doing extra work. The prospect of taking off before the sun went down had Gia slightly nervous. She worked straight through lunch and by three, she was packing her things and heading out the door. 

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Scott was in a living hell. He was meeting with potential clients and they were easily the most obnoxious group of hedge-fund managers he'd ever met. The clock was ticking and he was desperate to get back to the beach house.

He'd barely slept and he was still struggling to get Gia out of his head. Every time he thought about her he had to shift in his seat in order to stop his burgeoning erection from showing through his pants. He was unconsciously comparing her to every woman that walked by; though he wasn't normally prone to objectifying random women in passing, the men he was dining with were unable to stop themselves from snapping their heads every time they saw a skirt. Each time one of the cavemen at his table made a lude comment, he silently smirked thinking about how much more beautiful, graceful, or sexy Gia was. He thought about her pert ass, the way it shifted, almost in a small circle, when she sauntered through a room. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything or anyone. 

As his lunch companions ordered another round of drinks, Scott excused himself and headed to the restroom. Splashing water on his face, he pulled himself together and grabbed his phone. He sent Gia a quick text to tell her that he was running late and that she should meet him at the house. He gave her an access code to the garage that would allow her into the house and told her to make herself at home. His lunch meeting was running into the afternoon, and he was going to have to wrap things up before he really lost his patience. 

He continued schmoozing and working and finally, an hour later than he would have liked, Scott peeled out of the restaurant parking lot and headed to the nearest grocery store at four o'clock. He wasn't much of a cook, but there were a few recipes he had mastered and cooking for Gia would allow them to spend some extra time together. 

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Gia pulled her rental car off of a state highway and onto the throughway that led to Hibiscus Island, which was just west of Gia's hotel. She was starting to understand Miami's streets and layout and was pretty decent at navigating from one area to the next. The houses on Hibiscus were more modest than some in the area, but given that they were on the ocean and on an island, she knew they were some of the priciest in Miami.

She swung onto Hibiscus Street and found the house at the end, directly in front of the water. The house was white stucco with hard lines and an elegant slate roof; it had a distinctly modern feel that immediately appealed to Gia's taste. She parked the car and walked directly to the garage door. She used the key code Scott had given her and walked into the empty space. She quickly passed through the garage and upon entering, found herself in a large, newly appointed kitchen.

The décor was much cleaner than most Miami houses she'd seen- the mansions there were prone to overstated opulence and gilt furnishing, which Gia disliked, and this home seemed to be the opposite. This house was simple and elegant with white and grey furnishing and marble floors throughout. It wasn't particularly huge by Miami standards, but everything from furniture to appliances were top of the line. 

She stepped from the kitchen into a large, open living room with a ceiling that extended to the roof and spanned two floors. A glass, floating staircase led to the second floor and was flanked by a wall that held a large stainless steel bar. The furniture was easily recognizable- all modern and designed by well-known artists. Looking through each area, Gia couldn't help but chuckle at the décor- it was expensive and showy, but it lacked cohesion. She wondered if the house had permanent inhabitants or whether a rental company owned it. The space lacked the livability that would have made it a home. 

She ran her fingers over one smooth, cool surface after another. She decided not to enter the second floor without Scott, so she found a powder room and quickly changed out of her work outfit. She folded her work attire and placed it in the bottom of her bag and then began digging through for her swimsuit. She grabbed her bikini top and bottom and turned to look at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. 

Standing completely naked, she began to assess herself. She looked first at her breasts, which she still felt were larger than necessary. She reached up and cupped one creamy globe in her hand, squeezing its weight. Her tits still sat high on her chest and were still "perky", though they were lighter than the rest of her skin- she never tanned topless and felt that tan lines were a sign of modesty that made her fondly think of the few days she spent in the sun. 

She sighed and ran her palm down her stomach, which, after years of pilates and running, was lean and flat. She let her fingers trail over a long scar that followed the line of her hip, a souvenir from falling off of a ladder years earlier. Looking at the scar, she smiled. She actually loved that scar, it told a story and marked the passing of time. It was a part of her and despite her perfectionism, she loved the way it gently curved over her hipbone and marred her otherwise smooth skin. 

When her eyes shifted down to her long legs, she frowned slightly. Her legs were gorgeous, save for the fact that they were dotted with ever-present scuffs and scars. Unlike the scar on her hip, these were quite faded and mostly unnoticeable, but she couldn't remember where they came from or how long they'd been a part of her. As an avid runner, she had fallen onto concrete more times than she could remember and her slightly-scarred knees and shins bore the consequences of her insistence on running, no matter what the weather. 

She looked directly at her face and took a deep breath. She was ultimately happy with the way she looked, but there was still an eighteen-year-old girl inside of her that was dying to break through with insecurity. 

Scott's presence was making her nervous and excited all at the same time. She couldn't help but wonder whether he really had any interest in her or if their reunion was simply one of convenience. Was Scott only interested because she was in Miami? Or had he thought of her over the past decade as much as she'd thought of him? In her mind, he was still the popular guy that dated cheerleaders and she was still the smart girl that had been relegated to friend status for most of the time they'd known each other. 

Over the years Gia had wondered whether Scott was ever really in love with her or whether he was interested because she had never pursued him. Whether Scott was interested in the chase or the person was always a question, and she wasn't sure if she wanted the answer.

He really did look amazing, though. Age had changed him into a man. He was no longer lanky or cute. He was incredibly sexy and there was an alpha-maleness about him that was more than a result of his size, and it inexplicably drew her to him.

Many nights, as Gia lay in the dark, she had fantasized about Scott. She remembered the dominance he'd shown in the bedroom and she had never been with anyone like that since. Gia was always in control of her work, her manners, her relationships, and her life. She was completely independent and though the was loathe to admit it, she liked having someone else take control in bed. She would imagine running into Scott and would fantasize that he would carry her to some nondescript bed and tear the clothes from her body. 

Standing naked in his bathroom, she pictured him biting her neck, her collarbone, her nipples, and she suddenly became flushed. Gia closed her eyes and leaned against the counter. She reached up and grabbed both breasts with force, lifting them and dreaming of Scott palming her tits as he forced her legs apart. 

Without really thinking about her actions, she let one hand slip down between her legs. She was already beginning to get wet and when she spread her lips to gain access to her clit, she moaned, causing an echo in the marble space. She lifted one leg and rested her heel on the counter, causing her pussy to open and become exposed to the cool ambient air. Gia slid her fingers around her now-wet mound and let her head tip back as she circled her clit. 

In the dim overhead light, she could almost feel Scott taking her. Images of his powerful frame covering hers flashed in her mind. A haze of lust spread over her body and she became incredibly hot. As she tapped her fingers against her clit, she imagined Scott's fingers clasping the base of his shaft as he slapped her mound and distended clit with his hard cock; she could almost hear the sound of his dripping head hitting her slick flesh. 

She remembered the way he had gently commanded her body and was aching to feel that calm control again. In all of her experience, she'd never responded to a man the way she did to Scott. She knew that there was dark desire swirling within her, and it was something that had never been fulfilled. The few partners she'd had after Scott had been mechanical, inexperienced, or much too fast, or worse, an unsatisfying combination of the three. 

She could see Scott so clearly in her mind. His frame hunched over her as he held her legs open; his palms pressed to the back of her thighs, her knees bent near her shoulders as her forced her open and rutted into her. 

"Oh, god, Scott, yes, please fuck me..." Her voice was barely a whisper as she approached orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut and rolled a taut nipple between her fingers. Gia continued to rub herself furiously, all the while cupping her breast with her other hand. 

She imagined Scott pushing her to her knees and telling her to suck him in his raspy timbre. As she pictured Scott's cock in front of her, she thought of the way he would swell within the hot confines of her mouth as he came. She gritted her teeth and stroked herself harder and harder, pushing herself to the edge. She was moaning aloud and panting in the small room. As she dreamed of him telling her to swallow his hot seed, she exploded, shuddering while her toes curled and her legs shook.

She eased her fingers off of her clit and began to gently rub through the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was unsteady on the counter, but she lifted her hand from her sopping cunt and brought two slick fingers to her mouth, flicking her tongue across them so that she could taste herself. She breathed in deeply and moved both hands to the counter to hold herself in place.

As Gia caught her breath, she stepped off of the counter. She looked into the mirror again and was more flushed than she could believe. She thought about the fact that she'd just gotten herself off in some strange house, in a bathroom, and she inwardly groaned. It wasn't like her to become unglued so easily and though she was a little ashamed, she was smiling as she pulled her swimsuit over her head.

She wore a halter-top bikini in sky blue with a fuschia, yellow and green paisley pattern over it. She hadn't worn the suit before and she looked over herself once more as she braided her long hair, letting it rest down the middle of his back. Satisfied with her hair, she threw the rest of her things into her bag and exited the bathroom. 




Never Again Ch. 04 Pt. 01



Chapter 4 Part 1 ~ What a Saturday

This extension of the Never Again Series is for the multiple angry and unsatisfied looking emails and comments I received. I apologize because I really did not believe anyone enjoyed my little story all that much, but I see now that what I did was wrong and insensitive to readers. I thank you for taking an interest...Here we go...

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Two Months Later

I felt bad. Not for me, but for Jason. He went along with only a broken heart. I think the real tragedy still remained he had no idea I was pregnant. I remembered sitting on that bathroom floor ready to slit my wrists. I remember...

About a month after finding out I had gotten a job at a bank (lucky me) as a teller making ten dollars an hour and working forty hours a week. Dad let me stay at home so that I would save every penny. Regardless of what had happened before, he was still my dad and to be honest my sexual appetite died with the knowledge of a birth. My dad had implored me to take the alternative to birth, but I couldn't. Not all babies born of my situation came out to be handicapped. I've nothing against the action, but I'd made my choice.

One day I had to come in on a Saturday to fill in for someone. I was angry because I NEVER worked on Saturday, but I was always the person they went to for extra help. I was the newb. The day started out ridiculously slow and boring, but Saturdays at a bank are always that way. 

I sat on my little mahogany stool playing Song Pop on Facebook waiting for another customer to come in. I heard the bell jingle and without looking said, "I can help you over here." 

"I need to deposit this."

I looked up and starred into the man's eyes. His face was caked with black dust and his fingernails were broken. His face was a little bloody from scars but those beautiful blue eyes sparkled bright as they ever did toward my tight shirt and slight bump on my tummy.

"Jason"

"Layna is that-are you?"

I grabbed the check and asked for his account number and I.D. The check was for twelve hundred thirteen dollars and ten cents. I tried to keep my surprise locked up while I attempted to ignore his question.

"Layna. Is..."

"I get off in a few minutes. We can talk then."

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I couldn't take my eyes off her stomach. I was angry, excited, and sad all at the same time. How could she not tell me? It's my baby. But, it could be...

I walked around back and met Layna outside by her car. She looked more beautiful than ever and I still wanted her after everything that had happened. She walked over to me and stood with her arms folded upon her breasts. The wind whipped her hair across her face and I couldn't find the words to tell her or ask her what needed to be said.

"I do not know if it's yours Jason, I'm sorry."

"It's mine."

I stood there with my head down and heart pounding. I wanted her in my arms. She was, is, the only thing that completes me.

"You don't know that."

"Even if it's not biologically mine, it's mine. I love you. And I'm going to love that baby."

"I contemplated..."

"I know. You don't have to justify anything, because I l-"

"Don't. Just don't. You know it's not even possible for us to be together. Not to mention I am moving into an apartment soon. I do not need that kind of thing hanging over my head."

She nudged me out of the way of her car door and got inside. She was shaking and began to cry. I held back tears for her and for me. She managed to start the car and I banged on her window. She rolled it down, slowly and reluctantly.

"Tell me you don't love me and I'll leave you alone."

"Jason I-"

"TELL ME". 

I couldn't hold back tears anymore. I was begging for her to take me or end my pain.

She sped off almost rolling over my feet and though I was crying I was relieved. She needed me just as badly as I needed her. It wasn't over...

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I sat in my room and thought about Marrissa. Oh how I missed her. I broke everyone's heart, including my daughter's. I didn't know what to do, but I wanted to feel something besides this hurt.

The house was empty and I stayed in my room, in the dark lying on my bed, thinking about Marrissa and how great it was to be with her. Her beautiful eyes and long flowing hair; the way it brushed my face as she was grinding on me, taking me deeper and deeper into her. I missed the scent she carried on her skin and the warmth of her breasts as they pressed against me. I wanted her back. Fuck I wanted her...

I closed my eyes and removed my shirt and unbuckled my pants; so confining. I had to have the pain out of my head if only for a moment. I thought about her and slipped my right hand down to my jeans. My dick was so hard and felt like it was going to explode. I gripped it tight and a sigh parted my lips and I whispered her sweet, sweet name...

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I drove home covered in dirt, sweat and tears. The tear streaks on my face made it look like I had some sort of tribal war paint on my face. In a way, I thought it fitting. I was fighting for my love, my child, and my life. Sometimes I doubted whether my pain without her would end and sometimes, I couldn't control myself without her. I missed her voice, her touch, her lips, her breasts, her- oh no. 

I started to get hard, unbearably so. I was on my way to my new apartment when for some reason I made a left instead of a right. I don't know what I was thinking. I take that back. I know exactly what I was thinking. I needed to come. I couldn't have Layna right now and that hurt, but only made my animalistic side come out. There was no stopping this.

I sat in my, Marrissa's , driveway and stared at the bedroom window. The light was on and a silhouette swayed ever so gracefully as if she knew I was there. I needed to feel complete, if only for a moment.

I continued to stare at her as she danced around. She couldn't have known I was there, but the way she danced suggested that she was showing off for someone. No matter. I unzipped my pants and began to stroke myself and pretend that in the window, it was Layna and we were role playing. She held her breasts and leaned backward flipping and waving her long dark hair. I watched her move her hands down to her pussy. Oh that sweet, beautiful thing. 

"Yes. Fuck yourself for me."

I imagined she was saying my name. I couldn't take it. I had to have a tight pussy wrapped around me. I had to drown out the pain.

I speed walked to the front door and rang the bell over and over until she opened it. She answered with a black lace thong and a tight black tank top that did nothing to conceal her erect nipples. I lightly grabbed her by the throat, closed the door and backed her against the wall plunging my tongue deep within her mouth and pulled out.

"You knew I was coming didn't you, bitch?"

She didn't look scared, but she was definitely surprised; clearly aroused. I violently pulled down her shirt so that her tits hung out of the top and began sucking and biting on her nipples while sliding my left hand to feel her warm, wet mound. Fuck that's good.

"Yes Jason I-"

"Don't fuckin' say shit. This isn't for you. I need to come."

"I-"

I put my hand on her throat. She still thought it was a joke. No matter. I pulled out my hard dick and pushed her head down to it.

"Shut the fuck up and suck my dick and do it well."

She was willing but hesitant and began to circle her tongue around the head of my cock. I placed my right hand on the back of her head and left hand on the wall. I scraped the paint off trying to hold on for dear life. Her lips and hands we so soft around me, but I didn't want to be tender. I began to thrust hard down her throat making her heave.

"Spit on my dick and suck it hard."

She began to work me. She knew what I wanted and that if she didn't give it I would take it at that point. Fuck it felt so good. Just what I needed. I pulled her head off of my dick and stroked myself a little and stared at her messed red hair and victimized eyes. Her tits supported by the tank top just ready for a cock in between and a pool of wetness under her. She may have been scared but she wanted me inside of her, violating her temple. She wanted to be punished, but I didn't come to punish her. I came to release and use her.

"Get the fuck up."

"Jason. What is going on?"

"I told you to shut up. I need this."

"Look-"

Something in me snapped. I turned her back to me and got her on her knees on the staircase. I took off my shirt and my pants and pushed her ruined thong to the side. She was glistening with wetness and it made me harder. She was struggling a little but not enough to merit her wanting me to stop. She was worried about me, but I didn't care. All I cared about was having a pussy stroke my dick to climax. All I need was this and I could feel better. Just as I was about to go in...

"Jason, please. What's wrong?"

"Goddamnit."

I didn't want to hear her voice. It was hard enough trying to come without Layna, but the added "not her voice" factor really fucked up those chances. I decided to pull off her panties while holding her down, because I knew all she wanted to do what psych me and ask me questions when the answer was her pussy on my dick and still she hadn't gotten it. I stuffed her wet soaking thong in her mouth and it muffled her voice so perfectly. Her slight resistance made this so much better.

I brushed my cock against her soft, perfect, round ass. I slid myself inside her. 

"Tight-ahh- and smooth. Fuck yes."

I leaned her back against me and grabbed her tits. 

"This is perfect. Let me hear you moan now. Yes clench around my dick. Just like that."

It felt so good to have her wrapped around me. Her tight pussy gulped me like she was thirsty. I felt her body wanting to cum. I pulled out of her.

"Don't you fuckin' cum Marrissa. Don't even fuckin' think about it."

Her eyes widened. I think she got the message. I ripped the panties from her mouth and forced her on my dick. She closed her eyes and began to work me, this time with both hands, her mouth and tongue sucking and grinding me to climax. I was so close and it felt so good but I didn't want to come yet. I realized she was doing her greatest because she'd wanted it over...I tossed her off of my cock and grabbed her chin.

"I will cum when I want to Marrissa and not a damned second sooner. When I do, it will be in that cute little cunt not in your dirty mouth. Get up stairs."

She scurried up stairs and I followed with my dick in my hand. When I got up the stairs I could see Marrissa lying on her back, spread eagled with those perfect tits in the air. I walked in the rooms and stared at her body. I looked at her cunt, it wasn't as shiny as before.

"Play with your pussy and get it wet for me. Don't say a word."

She rubbed her clit and breasts and began to breathe harder. She closed her eyes and began to use two hands on herself. Sweet cream dripped from her and her chest began to rise higher and higher. I stomped to her and grabbed her hands.

"Please let me cum! Please."

"I fuckin' told you."

I climbed onto the bed and lifted her ass into the air so that her nipples were aimed over her head and thrust in her again. Fuck it felt good: Pounding away at her soft hot insides. I got my cock lubricated and pulled out. She looked horrified.

"Open up and make those tits bounce for me."

I didn't want to hurt her, but I needed this. I slowly pushed my thick cock inside her tight wet little ass. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

"You can scream now, Marrissa."

I got all the way in and I thought I might break her but she screamed "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, more", and I did exactly what she said. It was so tight it was almost unbearable. She started to play with herself. I felt her ass tighten around me.

"Cum now," I demanded.

"Cum with me," she pleaded.

I pulled out of her ass, climbed on top of her and began fucking her face again. Can't go in the pussy with a nasty cock.

"I gave you your chance. And I told you. This isn't about you."

I put my dick in between her beautiful tits.

"I bet you liked my dick a minute ago-aah fuck-. Fuckin' tits are so good...so goddamned good."

I stopped and flipped her over, shoving her face into the pillow and plunged inside her one more time. I thought of Layna and took long hard strokes deep, deep inside.

I sped up, just a little and pulled her up so I could hold her tits.

"You're gonna make me fucking cum. I'm going to cum in your cunt. I-I can't stop. Fuck. Fuckin' take my cum. Take me Layna. OH GOD!!!"

I pushed myself as far as I could go, holding Marrissa as close as I could to me. For all of an hour, I felt good. A tear fell from my face and dropped on Marrissa's, mom's shoulders. I pulled out of her and lied on the bed. Mom sat down next to me and asked me what was wrong again.

"Mom, I can't live without her. I don't care if she's my sister. I want her and love her. I'm so hurt. And it makes me sound like a pussy but she also has my child. I don't know what to do. All I could think to do was fuck. I'm so sorry."

"You need to tell her how you feel. Really. She loves you so much and I know it. In the meantime, how about I get you something to eat and drink and you can sleep in my bed tonight seeing is how you made a mess."

I laughed. Marrissa knew me all too well and would always be there for me.

"Marrissa."

She stopped at the door.

"One question, um, why were you dancing in front of the window? Did you know I was here?"

She looked down at the floor and smiled a little.

"I was on Skype with Neil. I'd missed him and he'd missed me so we were doing our own thing."

She went down stairs and I lied down and drifted into sleep.

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I got home and walked into the house and went straight upstairs. I passed my father's room and heard, "Yes play with yourself, Marrissa...".

I kept walking. I felt like I was lost without Jason. I feel like a family was broken before it even realized it was together. I walked into my room and took off all my clothes. I climbed onto my bed and stared at the ceiling with my hands behind my head. I sighed and began to rub my baby bump and I smiled . I moved my hand lower and brushed my clit. It sent a jolt through me. I grabbed one of my breasts and massaged myself.

It'd been three months since I had any sexual touch and apparently I was ready. I turned myself over and began to thrust my fingers. I said Jason's name over and over until I came and began to tear up. I needed him more than I was willing to admit. 

Panting, I grabbed my cell phone and texted Jason:

Can we go out tomorrow if you are not too busy. I want to talk about a paternity test, because I do want to know.

I didn't get a text back, but I am sure he was busy. I decided to fall asleep. I would see him Sunday...What a Saturday... 



Never Again Ch. 04



Gia walked barefoot from the bathroom to the patio doors and walked outside. The view was absolutely beautiful. The infinity pool's edge overflowed into a trough right at the border of the property, which overlooked the ocean; from where she stood, Gia could barely tell where the pool ended and the ocean began. 

A large teak table with cushioned dining chairs and an umbrella flanked the glass doors and made the space seem perfect for outdoor parties. The pool was surrounded on one side with long, cushioned chaise lounge chairs. At the far end of the pool, a large, white, canvas day bed was covered with a dark brown rattan roof and surrounded by sheer white curtains. Overstuffed pillows littered the bed; a large square fire pit sat directly in front of it. As Gia eyes scanned the bed, she couldn't help but wonder if she was the first woman Scott had ever invited to the house, whether he'd used the seductive nature of the surroundings to full effect. 

She eyed the bed, deep in thought; picturing the fire crackling in the Miami breeze, she could almost see Scott, his body rocking back and forth as he brought some anonymous beauty to orgasm. Gia's brows furrowed and she shook her head. Surely in the last ten years, Scott had been with many women, and in the clear daylight, Gia knew that the past wasn't nearly as important as the present.

The slate patio was warm beneath the soles of her feet, so Gia hurriedly walked to a lounge chair and set her bag next to it. She grabbed a hotel towel that she'd thrown into her bag that morning and dropped it at the edge of the pool. Without hesitation, she stood on her toes and dove straight into the water's glassy surface. 

The water surrounded her and Gia felt immediately at peace. Her head became silent as she pulled the water with her hands, propelling her body from one end to the other. She never felt more serene than she did in the water. Her body relaxed, her mind cleared and she only focused on the movements of her legs and arms and the feeling of the water flowing past her as she swam. 

Gia did one lap after the other; her muscles were beginning to ache. It was the kind of ache that she relished, just like when she ran, and it made her want to push harder. She lost track of time, and when she finally stopped and stood at the end of the pool Gia looked at her watch and realized that it was nearly 5:00. Scott was incredibly late, and Gia was beginning to wonder if he was having second thoughts about their spending time together. 

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Scott gripped the knot in his tie and impatiently yanked it back and forth as he sped down the highway. After his meeting, he'd raced to the nearest grocery store and bought enough food to feed an army. He planned to grill skirt steak and make margaritas and he'd run through the store as though he was working his way through a marathon. He'd torn things off shelves and shoved them into his basket. 

As he paid, he noticed an older woman struggling with her bags, and despite being insanely rushed, he stopped to help her. He walked with the woman to her car and loaded her groceries into her trunk. As he turned to walk back into the store to grab his own bags, the woman reached out and wrapped her arms around him, thanking him for his help. Scott stood, momentarily stunned, and hugged the woman back. She smiled warmly and told him how much she appreciated his help. 

After getting everything in his car, Scott screeched from one street to another, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling his tie over his head. As he finally reached the roadway to Hibiscus Island he eased his grip on the wheel and relaxed as he drove down the small, house-lined streets. He swung into the driveway and was relieved to see that Gia's car was still in the driveway. In the back of his mind, he'd been worried that she might have left after waiting for him for so long. Scott waited for the garage door to open and pulled his car in. As he stood at the door to the house, he took a few deep breaths, readying himself to see her again. 

Scott dropped the groceries onto the counter and swept through the kitchen into the living room. As he looked out the glass double-doors towards the pool, his breath caught in his chest. Gia was floating through the water; the sun was glinting over the surface and highlighting her long, lean frame. Her hair was floating behind her and created a dark halo around her head. He stood motionless, just watching her. She looked completely and utterly peaceful; she was devastatingly beautiful and he couldn't believe that she still made his chest ache and his heart pound. 

Gia shifted in the water, turning over and flipping her head over her feet, so that she popped up from the water standing straight. She looked over towards the glass entrance and found Scott standing in the doorway, his suit rumpled and his hair standing on end. Gia smiled and plunged beneath the water, reaching the edge in less than a second. Bracing her hands along the slate tiles, she bent her knees and pushed herself from the water, using her arms to lift herself over the edge and exit the pool.

Scott watched Gia as she jumped from the water; her feet pressed against the warm slate tiles as she moved from a crouching position and stood upright. Scott involuntarily licked his lips as Gia stood; water dripped from her lithe body and each rivulet stroked over her curves. Her long hair rested over her shoulders, causing droplets to run between her breasts and over her tan torso. As a drop fell into her teardrop-shaped belly button, Scott shifted and swallowed hard. He fought the urge to charge towards her and peel the wet fabric from her body by shifting where he stood in order to hide his swelling erection. 

Water ran from Gia's long legs; she strode towards him, smiling while her full breasts bounced in their wet confines. Instead of walking to him, Gia headed to the lounge chair and reached into her bag. She grabbed a towel and sheer sarong. Scott watched, his eyes never leaving her, as Gia dried herself and wrapped the thin fabric around her hips. Scott kept his eyes glued as she tied the sarong into a tight knot at her hip and walked to him. 

As Gia approached, Scott shifted where he stood; Gia reached him and came to a halt about a foot from him. They stood, momentarily silent as they each tried to decide whether a hug was appropriate. Gia broke the silence by stepping towards and placing her hands on his shoulders, giving Scott a friendly hug. Scott's body relaxed as her hands touched him and he wrapped his arms around her frame.

"Wait, I don't want to get you wet." Scott ignored the fact that her hair and suit were getting his clothes wet and hugged her tight. Gia inhaled and closed her eyes. He smelled incredibly masculine and the scent made her swallow and step back. 

The sun reflected off of the glass doors; Gia reached up to shield her eyes and got a good look at Scott. His shirt was completely rumpled and three buttons had been undone, his shirtsleeves were scrunched to his elbows and his hair stood straight up in the back. Her head tilted and her lips curved into a smile; she couldn't quite tell where the boy she remembered and the man that stood before her came together. He was so much the same and so different; like visiting a place from childhood only to find that its present reality is both exactly as remembered and completely different at the same time. 

The stepped away from each other and smiled nervously. 

"I'm so sorry that I'm late. I got stuck and then had to go to the store and-"

"Relax. I spent the entire time in the pool, so as far as I'm concerned, you can be late anytime, as long as I can wait here."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yea, absolutely." Gia followed Scott into the house and saw bags of groceries covering the counter. "Wow. Exactly what did you buy? Are we feeding the neighborhood?"

"How's lime marinated skirt steak sound?"

"Oooh, that sounds perfect. Let's see what else is in here."

Gia walked into the kitchen and over to the counter. Scott watched as she dug through bags and organized the groceries on the counter. She assessed the contents and began biting her bottom lip, and Scott watched her brow furrow as she looked around; he smiled as he watched her move and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have her there for dinner every night, to really be with her. 

"So what else were you gonna make?"

"I don't know. I just grabbed and ran through the store. Any ideas?"

"Hmmm. Well, we could do chili roasted potatoes, and... ...okay, corn- if we grill it, I can do a salad. Ooo, you bought cheese, too. Yea, we can make a serious meal out of all of this."

Scott smiled at her, shaking his head.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just remember that you used to hate cooking, and here you are pulling recipes out of thin air. I guess people do change."

"Yea, I guess. But make no mistake. It's not like I love to cook. As much as I tried to resist, I eventually absorbed those lectures my dad used to give about cooking. I just avoid doing it on a regular basis. You know, we could grill peaches for dessert. What do you think?" 

"I'm impressed. Grilled peaches?"

"Yeah, they're incredible. We can use the goat cheese with them. Do you have honey?"

"Yeah, somewhere in the cabinet above the sink. Why?"

"You'll see. I swear, it'll be really good."

"Grilled peaches and you don't even really cook?"

"I just don't do it often because I hate cooking for one person. It's a lot of effort for one meal. Plus, I'm not home all that much. I'm all about cereal or leftovers these days."

"You work a lot, huh?"

"Probably too much, but I really love it."

"Do you still paint or draw or anything?"

"No, not in a long time. I just sort of stopped. I got busy with work and I don't have that much free time, and one day, I realized that it had been a year since I'd drawn a thing. I'm gonna start again. I just need to set aside some time."

"So, you work all the time, what else?"

"I work out, take care of my apartment, see friends. Same as everyone else. What about you?"

"Not much to tell. I've got a basketball team I coach twice a week and I play at my health club on Saturdays. Nothing super exciting. I like coaching, though."

"How old are the kids on your team?"

"They range from six to eight. All boys. It's really fun. I have to remind them to run to the other end of the court every time there's a turnover. It's hilarious."

"Wow, that's an amazing thing to do with your time. I keep thinking that I should set aside some time and do some volunteer work again. There's an art center that has classes for special ed students on Sunday's near my apartment, and I want to volunteer, but I end up working through the weekends and haven't managed to find the time."

"It sounds like you work crazy hours. 

"I do, but I don't mind. I should cut back, actually have a social life. But I just don't make it enough of a priority, you know?"

Scott took a deep breath, "so, I take it you're not dating anyone?"

"No. I'm not. Juggling work and dating is not my strong suit. I haven't quite figured out how to fit the two together."

"Yeah, well, if you had, you'd probably be married by now..." Scott's voice trailed off as he imagined a different scenario in which she was settled in the suburbs with kids. It was an image that didn't sit well with him, and he knew that he was lucky that she was single. 

"So, what's the plan here?"

"Okay, let's get started. I'm going to make a marinade for the steak. Are you good over there? Ready?"

"Yup. I'm going to start with the potatoes. Can you hand me a paring knife?"

As Scott handed Gia the knife, she smiled at him. She couldn't help but imagine what her life would be like if she were settled down, married. Or what it would be like if she were married to Scott. Would they cook together every night? Would their lives together be happy? The wondering was making Gia feel like a little girl dreaming of happily ever after; she shook her head and began working on the meal.

Scott and Gia stood in the kitchen cooking for over an hour. He moved back and forth between the kitchen and the grill, watching her every time she was in his line of sight. 

She worked efficiently, there was no wrong move or confusion, she easily shifted between tasks and was totally focused on what she was doing. It gave Scott a chance to watch her; she still wore a sarong and bikini top and let his eyes trail down her back. He could see her muscles move beneath her skin and when his eyes fell on the curve of her lower back, he found himself staring at her and thinking about how something so delicate could also be so sexy. 

That was just it; she was such a combination of juxtapositions; tough but gentle, sexy but sweet, funny but brilliant, complicated but easygoing. Gia was a lot more than just a beautiful woman. Scott stood thinking about all of the ways that other women couldn't compare to her, and as she leaned over to grab something from the back of the stove, he let his eyes rest on her ass. In that position, Scott's mind traveled to a darker place, one that had him pummeling her from behind, their naked bodies sticking to the cool countertops while he yanked her hair back so that he could force her to look at him. 

"Hey. Hey! Where'd you go?" Gia's voice snapped Scott from his fantasy. "Are we ready?"

"Yeah, I think so. Did you do whatever it is you needed to with the peaches?"

"Yep, we're good. Where are we going to eat?"

"How about outside?"

"Sure. I'll grab the food."

They gathered utensils, plates, glasses and a bottle of wine and sat down for dinner. They were initially quiet as they began eating. The food was delicious, and Scott couldn't help but be impressed by Gia's cooking.

"This salad is really good. The goat cheese was genius."

Gia thanked Scott, and looking right at him, she giggled.

"What's funny?"

"You still do the thing where you cut your food with your right hand and then switch your fork over to the right hand to eat. You always used to do that."

"Yeah, and you still tap your feet under the table. Did you think that I didn't notice at dinner last night? You used to do that every time we sat down. Good to know some things don't change."

The conversation began to flow easily; the talked about their families, life since college and the things they missed about living in Chicago. Eventually, the talk shifted to people back home. Scott told Gia that he didn't see many guys from high school anymore, but there were two friends he'd kept. Gia mentioned a few girlfriends, most of whom were married and living in their hometown. Scott noticed her hesitancy when she spoke of her married friends, as though it was something she wasn't sure of. She didn't sound jealous or disdainful, but there was a definite change in her tone when she spoke of people starting families and being settled. Scott didn't question her change in tone, but he definitely noticed it. 

"So, do you ever see Lori?" As soon as Scott asked, he wished he hadn't. They had been talking about best friends from school and it just slipped out.

"No, not in years." Gia's eyes were cast down, though she didn't say more.

"I'm sorry Gia, I never should have hurt you and I never wanted you to lose your best friend."

"Scott, you don't have to do this. It was so long ago, it doesn't matter."

"Yeah, it does. My mistake changed a lot for you, and I would do anything to take it back."

"Look Scott, my not being friends with Lori wasn't just about you. I mean, we stayed friends through college, but in the end, it was just too hard and she was a shit friend."

"You stayed friends with her after everything?"

"I mean, she was my best friend. I couldn't just drop her, as much as I wanted to. We were friends from the time we were ten. I spent almost every weekend with her for eight years before... ...well you and her...and then the summer after our third year in college she...did some things...in the end, I wished her a good life but told her that I couldn't be a part of it. After I said that I never called her again and she never called me. Just like that, my best friend of a dozen years was out of my life."

Scott looked directly a Gia's face, but his expression was unreadable. She waited as an awkward silence fell over them. He was still staring at her face, and the silence made Gia look away. 

"What?" she asked. "Scott, what?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about everything that happened. I guess I assumed that when you cut me out of your life you cut her out too. I'm just surprised that you stayed friends with her but dropped me."

"C'mon, Scott. Things with you and I had just started, everything was new. I had such a long history with Lori, it was different. I didn't talk to her for months after college started, but she called me after Thanksgiving and we just kind of moved on. I was still adjusting to life in college and I missed my friend. I didn't intentionally forgive her and not you; and truthfully, in the end, I never could let go of what she did and that was part of why we're not friends anymore."

"Yeah, Gia, but you gave Lori another chance. And I tried for months to get in touch with you. I showed up at your house, called your cell, tried talking to your brothers. I even tried emailing you. I spent first semester of my freshman your racking my brain trying to figure out a way to get back into your life. And all that time you just gave Lori a pass? She was the one who knew how you felt about me. When I screwed her, I didn't think that you and I would ever get together; she was an easy screw and I regretted it immediately, but I never wanted to hurt you. On the other hand, Lori came at me just to hurt you, you knew it then and you still know it now. And she's the one that you forgave. I just don't get it." Scott was pissed and wasn't trying to hide it; he was fuming. The more he thought about all of the time that had passed, time they could have spent together, and all of the mistakes that had been made because they weren't, the angrier he became.

Gia felt herself becoming defensive as Scott became more frustrated. "Do you know how much you hurt me? I was used to taking crap from Lori, she was always a bitch. But before everything, I thought that you were the kind of person that would never hurt me; even when we were friends, you always looked out for me and made me feel special. 

Even though I knew that you could be a dick to the girls you screwed, you never treated me like that. Do you know that you used to hold doors for me? Do you remember when we would walk to the car after working at the shelter? Every time, you put your coat over my shoulders because you didn't want me to be cold. You used to wait until I got into my house every time you dropped me off at home just to make sure I got in. No one had ever treated me that way. 

All that time I told myself that you treated me differently because I wasn't one of the girls that you were trying to get into bed. Then, I found out that I wasn't crazy, that you loved me too, and in the blink of an eye, it all got taken away. Everything that I thought about you felt wrong, and it just broke me. I know that I handled it badly. If I could do it over, I would. 

The reason that I forgave Lori is because I never cared enough about her to let her hurt me that way; you, on the other hand, I couldn't believe that I had loved someone that could make me feel so bad. Don't you see, Scott?" 

Her eyes pleaded, but all that Scott could think of was her stubbornness and the missed opportunities it had caused. Lori had seduced him, he had barely been coherent, and he was the one that was punished. And it pissed him off and left a bitter taste in his mouth. 




Never Again Ch. 04



"If your had really loved me, it should've been harder to drop me. Did you ever ask yourself why it was so easy to ditch me but not Lori? Maybe it was just easier to be mad at me because you didn't actually care about me as much as you said you did. I really don't understand how you could have done that if you loved me. Maybe it's just all bullshit." 

Scott was just spewing words at Gia. He wasn't even thinking anymore. He loved her so much; the pain in his heart was oozing out of him in the form of verbal venom. He was about to open his mouth again when he saw Gia's eyes glisten. Before he even had a chance to open his mouth, she inhaled, her mouth shifted into a hard line and she stood quietly. Without a word, she turned and walked to the sliding doors that led into the house. 

As she slid the door open, she turned once more. "Thanks for dinner, Scott."

Before Scott could stop her, Gia grabbed her bag and jumped into the car. The realization of her departure hit Scott as he heard her engine turn over. He wanted to stop her, but he couldn't make his feet move. The emotions that he'd been bottling for ten years had finally erupted and all he could do was sit there as the washed over him. 

As Gia sped back onto the highway, she slammed her palm against the steering wheel. She had long promised herself that Scott would never again hurt her and forty-eight hours into their reunion, she found herself on the verge of tears. She blinked the burgeoning tears back and stomped on the gas, speeding back to her hotel and away from the only man that had ever hurt her. 

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Author's note:

Hi Readers,

Sorry that this chapter took so long. I've been trying to get this out one page at a time and I just started a new job that has me working constantly. I also had a little writer's block trying to figure out where to take this chapter. Luckily, I've got a pretty clear plan for the next few, so those should come much easier. As always, please vote and thanks a million for reading!

XOXO,

~Belle~