Page 134 of Filthy Beautiful
She wasn’t even wearing anything revealing. Just tight jeans and a loose T-shirt. She had a beautiful, perfectly pear-shaped, perky ass in those jeans, and from what I could tell, a rack to match. I could see her kinda from the side as I approached, but her head was turned away. She was talking to another girl, the loose waves of her honey-blonde hair spilling down her back.
I wanted to wrap that hair around my fist while I fucked her. My dick was pretty bent on that happening before the night was through. I hadn’t even seen her face yet, but if it was anything half as decent as her body… I figured I could work with it.
I didn’t normally walk right over to a chick, face unseen, at a party like that. Didn’t really need to, honestly. The chicks came to me, in droves, and I was happy to sit back and let them flock.
But something about this girl drew me over. I had to see her face.
I put my hand on the small of her back as I wedged in behind her, letting her know I was there. “Hey, sweetheart,” I said in her ear, as I shifted to step around her. The crowd was tight, and I figured I’d get a good look at her; then I could just keep on moving if I was sadly wrong and her face was a train wreck or something.
She turned her head to throw me an annoyed look as she shifted out of my way, and I stopped right there. I got a glimpse of her face and it was enough. No train wreck there.
But what really caught my notice were her tits.
I took a long, slow perusal down the front of her body. Her shirt dipped a bit in front, showing a hint of cleavage; just enough to tease. She was dressed pretty conservative for the party, and I kinda liked it. More to unwrap.
“Hey… Xander,” she said, in a soft voice.
My gaze lingered on her chest as that voice penetrated the fog of lust.
Then I looked at her face. Those lush, pouty lips… Her cheeks were rosy—blushing?
I met her eyes. A soft, honey-gold color. It was like a jolt to the spine as my whole body recognized her—those eyes,Cary’seyes—before my brain could catch up.
Then it did.
I dropped my hand from her back. “Hey…” I said. “Courteney. Didn’t recognize you.”
I stared at her, stunned. My dick wasthrobbing.
Cary’s little sister was standing in front of me, looking like a total fucking babe. A babe who’d sucked me to her right across the party.
How old was she now…?
Not old enough.
I fumbled my way through a brief conversation. Wasn’t even sure what I said. My brain was blown. I wasn’t all that drunk, but nothing was making sense to me. It was like a circuit had been blown and everything shut down to emergency mode.
Time to evacuate.
My dick was still throbbing and I’d never felt so fucking wrong about that.
I said hi to her friend—Johnny O’s little sister—and asked if Cary was there. Courteney said he wasn’t. Which was a good thing, because if he’d seen the look on my face when I walked up to his baby sister… he probably would’ve hacked my dick off with a dull blade.
I tapped her on the shoulder and forced out something big-brother-like about not staying out too late—and blazed the hell out of there.
Like two minutes later, I ran into Carmen on the other side of the patio. I’d dated her for a little while, for maybe a couple of months, years ago. And she was reeeaally happy to see me. She wrapped me up in a hug, and I went with it. She got a little over excited when she discovered my dick was more enthused than it should’ve been about a simple hug, and started kissing me—so I went with that, too.
Adrenaline was buzzing through me in a weird way, and I just let it all play out in making out with her.
When she whispered something filthy in my ear about fucking me in the dark, I let her lead me over into the trees at the back of the yard, and I gave her what she asked for.
The whole thing was fucking bizarre.
As soon as I’d pulled out, I took off from the party. Went home. Showered. Tried to wash the whole thing off.
Took me a few weeks after that mistake to shake Carmen off, though. Apparently, fucking her in the woods at a party gave her the idea we might be an item again.
Um, no.
