Part 3 (1/2)

Chast.i.ty felt heat flush her cheeks in embarra.s.sment. ”It's none of your business.”

”I take that as a definite no.” He smiled and chuckled. ”So what are you doin' here, little Miss Innocence?” Rob climbed up on the picnic table beside her and sat with his knee pressed against hers. ”You a high-school freshman skippin' school?”

”I'm a senior,” she frowned. ”And I'm here with my friend Molly.” She looked at his denim-clad knee rubbing against her bare skin and felt an interesting warmth race up her spine. ”She likes these kinds of parties, and gets invited lots. I'm not as pretty or popular as she is, so I don't get asked.”

”G.o.d, you are so naive!” Rob said, choking down a laugh. ”Let me tell you-what she looks like has nothin' to do with that girl's popularity.” The shock on Chast.i.ty's face reflected in his eyes. ”Look,” he added patiently, ”you're obviously not the kind of girl who puts out, little Miss Never-Been-Really-Kissed-Before. Your not bein' asked to parties with this crowd has more to do with the fact that she does, and you don't.”

”Puts out?” Chast.i.ty repeated, stunned.

”Yeah, as in f.u.c.ks anything that moves. According to what I heard about her, the more, the merrier. Look,” said Rob, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. ”She's already started on this bunch.”

Chast.i.ty whipped around to look. Molly had her back to the woods and was kissing a s.h.i.+rtless, muscular blonde guy while his equally s.h.i.+rtless buddy was down on his knees in front of her. Chast.i.ty leaned over to get a better look. The guy kissing Molly looked like his hands were under her s.h.i.+rt. To her surprise, Chast.i.ty watched the kneeling guy's hands slide under Molly's skirt, pus.h.i.+ng it up to her waist to grab her b.u.t.t.

Both repelled and fascinated by the display, Chast.i.ty watched the kneeling guy shove Molly's legs wider. He bent closer and appeared to be kissing, no, wait,sucking on Molly's privates. The wet slurping noises and Molly's moans carried over to the picnic table.

”I didn't know,” she said softly. ”I've never seen her do that before.” Molly's s.h.i.+rt was up over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and two guys were sucking on them and pulling on their jeans. The third guy was still busy under her skirt. She had him by the hair and was rocking against his face. Several other guys noticed the show and started walking closer, motioning to their buddies. In moments it was impossible to see what was happening through the crowd of guys.

”You musta left all the parties early. Like, right before the real show started. Speaking of shows...” He took Chast.i.ty's hand. ”Come on. If she's the girl I've been hearing about, you're probably not ready to see the rest.” He climbed off of the picnic table and tugged on her hand. ”There's a spot back behind those trees where we can sit and not have to watch.”

”Look, if she's in trouble, I have to get her out of here.” She hopped off the picnic table and suddenly swayed off balance. ”Whoa.”

Rob chuckled as she fell into him. ”It's all right, I got you. Probably just the beer.”

His strong arm went around her waist and held her upright against his tight body. Her fingers lingered on the strong planes of his muscled belly as she hung on. His skin was so warm, and he smelled wonderfully of sun, clean T-s.h.i.+rt and warm skin. Reluctantly, she let go to stand by herself.

”Don't worry about your friend. Do you hear her screaming or crying over there? From what I understand, she does this pretty often, and won't thank you for interrupting while she's having a little fun. Let's let her have her fun but you may want to get outta sight.” He took her small hand engulfing it in his large one and led her toward the trees.

”Huh? Get outta sight? Me?”

”In case you haven't noticed, there's only one girl to that whole pack of guys. There's definitely not near enough p.u.s.s.y to go around, and they're drunk. If they see you, they may not take no for an answer, Little Miss Never-Been-Kissed-Before.”

She worriedly turned back toward the scene in the park; she really hated abandoning her friend to all those drunken guys. ”But...?”

”Hey,” he hissed in her ear, tugging her hand. ”I'm trying to hide you for your own good. Do you really want to be gang-banged by twenty-odd guys? Trust me, if they find you, you won't have a hole that doesn't have a d.i.c.k in it for at least an hour.”

She felt a cold chill of fear. ”I guess you're right.” He tugged on her hand and she let him tow her into the trees and onto a dirt path. She stepped over branches and was suddenly glad that she had worn her pink sneakers instead of the high heels Molly had suggested.

He led her back into the trees to a fallen tree trunk where bushes hid the view in the park. ”This ought to do it,” he said, patting the trunk where the rough bark had worn away. ”If they come looking for you, I can get you out of the park from here without being seen. Have a seat.”

”I suppose I should thank you for thinking of me,” she said softly. ”For saving me.” She sat and tugged at her skirt as it rode up, barely hiding her panties. He sat next to her, warm thigh to warm thigh.

”Yeah, I suppose you should,” he said with a feral grin. ”Don't worry, it's not as if I actually did anything. Besides, none of that crowd would be able to appreciate you.” He touched her lips with a fingertip. ”Not like I do,” he added, licking his sensual lips. ”Anyway, back to my question. So, you've never been really kissed?”

”No, not really,” she said and looked down. Chast.i.ty could feel the blush creeping up to warm her cheeks.

”That's okay,” he said softly. ”Would you like to be really kissed?” He took her chin with his fingertips and gently turned her to face him. ”May I kiss you?”

Chast.i.ty didn't know what to say. He was really handsome and older, and not like any of the guys in school. It would be nice to be kissed by someone with experience, someone that wasn't a fumbling boy. Her eyes focused on his sensual mouth and she nodded slightly.

He leaned closer, brushed his lips across hers. The touch was gentle and soft. He looked at her, then brushed his lips against hers again, a little more firmly, a caress. She closed her eyes as her body thrilled in sudden excitement. She could smell soap, his light after-shave and something else, utterly male. Gently he nibbled on her full bottom lip with his strong teeth, and she parted her lips for more. She felt his tongue softly sweep across her open lips, flicking within.

He pulled away. ”Did that feel good?” he asked, his voice husky.

”Yes,” she whispered then opened her eyes to look at him.Oh, wow-my first kiss. It was nice. He looked at her with interest, and a small tight smile on his lips. She could see the pulse beating in his throat. I think he liked it too, so I can't be all that bad.

”Good,” his voice deepened to a sensual growl. ”Now open your mouth a little wider, I want to taste you.”

Chast.i.ty blinked, and licked her lips. He leaned in and cradled her face between his palms. His hands were slightly callused, and the roughness felt wonderful on her cheeks. He pressed his lips lightly on hers, touching her lips with his damp tongue. Chast.i.ty opened her mouth.

His tongue swept in to brush hers, strong and very warm. She tasted the beer he had been drinking, and something else that was earthy and thrilling. Her nipples ached as they rose to full attention. Something deep and low within throbbed hungrily. He cupped one large hand behind her head, his fingers tangling in her long hair, and placed his other muscular arm gently around her shoulders, pulling her a little closer. She put her hands on his powerful shoulders and curled her fingers into his long silky hair.

He explored her mouth thoroughly, stroking her tongue repeatedly with his; encouraging her to stroke back. She followed his tongue back into his mouth, and he moaned as she investigated his mouth. She took a deep breath and he captured her tongue with his lips, then sucked on it, surprising her. He pulled away. She licked her lips.

He nodded. ”Very nice,” he said softly. ”Now let me show you how pretty I think you are.” He took her small hand and pressed it against the seam of his jeans. Using the full length of his strong hand over hers, he pressed her palm against the heavy bulge, using her hand to caress the full rigid length.

Chast.i.ty gulped in astonishment, but didn't think to pull away. She could feel the swollen warmth of him through the denim.

”Can you feel how hard I am?” he whispered. ”Can you feel how much I want you?”

She swallowed and nodded in answer, too stunned and fascinated to speak. He was big, really big, and very hard. The flesh hidden by the denim seemed to s.h.i.+ft under her fingers. She curled her fingers, defining his shape and size. She traced the long length until she came to the leather of his belt.

It was frightening and thrilling to know that she had aroused him in that way. She felt a bolt of delicious, excited heat streak straight down her spine to the pit of her belly, then lower. She could feel her hidden s.e.x, swelling, opening and hungry. Moisture suddenly dampened her panties.

Rob turned suddenly, taking her lips in a hard devouring kiss, and pulled her against his broad chest. The hand cupping the back of her head fisted in her hair, holding her mouth against his. His mouth slanted against hers for a better fit and his tongue delved, ruthlessly deepening the kiss, encouraging her to taste him as he tasted her.

A warm intoxicated feeling washed through her entire body and she kissed him back thoughtlessly, reveling in the heady sensations of kissing.

With his mouth locked to hers in a kiss, he took her by the shoulders and slowly pushed her down. His broad lean body pinned her smaller, softer form full length along the top of the tree trunk.

The heat from his body drew an answering heat from hers and she flushed with a desire for a closer, more intimate contact. She felt his hand on her ankle, maneuvering her leg over to the other side of the trunk, spreading her open, and she didn't care.

G.o.d, I never felt this way before,she thought.He tastes so good, he smells so good, and he feels so good. She felt her skirt ride up, with only the cotton of her panties between her b.u.t.t and the smooth wood. He s.h.i.+fted his body until he lay cradled by her hips, his solid masculine heat against the thin protection of her cotton panties with her palm trapped between them.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes narrowed with concentration and urgency. His hands crept to her neck, the thumbs rubbing lightly on the pulses he found there, then slid down to grip her shoulders. He pulled, arching his back and moving his hips, rubbing his rigid length along her trapped palm. ”Does this still feel good?” he asked softly.

Chast.i.ty moaned with the luscious sensations he evoked and s.h.i.+fted her hips against him, feeling a dizzying pleasure uncurling from her groin.

”I'll take that for a yes.” He moved again.

Her eyes fluttered closed with a sigh. She lifted her hips, pressing her soft vulnerable core and her palm against his trapped erection. A powerful appet.i.te was growing and coiled ravenously in her. She had m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed alone in her bed every now and again, touching and stroking her tender c.l.i.t and pulling on her nipples to gratifying climax, but the shuddering power of this strange aching urgency had never been there before.

”That's my little girl,” he purred. His mouth captured hers, then his lips moved to her throat, creating more delicious s.h.i.+vers with his tongue and his teeth.

She felt him s.h.i.+ft slightly, felt his hand drop to sharply pull up her baby-tee. ”What? What are you doing?” She moved to stop him, but one of her hands was trapped between his thighs and he s.h.i.+fted his shoulders to block the other, she was unable to wriggle her free palm between them.

”Just relax, I'm making you feel good,” he whispered hoa.r.s.ely. He slid his fingers under her s.h.i.+rt, brus.h.i.+ng against her belly. ”Aren't I,” he insisted. His eyes were hot and he licked his lips watching her closely.

She bit her lip and nodded. She felt cool air on her skin as he tugged the s.h.i.+rt higher, exposing one full breast. The breeze brushed her bared skin and she gasped softly as she felt her nipple peak sharply.

He grinned. ”G.o.d, you are so hot.” His head dipped toward her.