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I didn’t care. I didn’t have
any close proximity neighbors. He could do me right there.
    I reached for his belt buckle
and he stopped. “Get your ass in the house,” he demanded. I spun around,
laughing again as we both stumbled our way inside.
    “You smell like a campfire,”
he accused, unbuttoning my jeans and walking me backwards toward my bedroom.
    “My pussy doesn’t,” I
laughed. It was the beer. Had I been sober, I would have never talked like that
and never would I have said something like that to Reed. No way, he was too
straight and narrow. Jaron was rough around the edges and had a smooth bad boy
persona about him. Jaron was also thirty-five. I was only twenty-one. My dad
would have killed him if he ever found out that Jaron was the one who taught me
things that would make your head spin and your toes curl.
    “You want me to smell your
pussy?” Jaron asked.
    “No, I want you to taste my
pussy and then let me taste it,” I countered. He laughed.
    “You just made my dick get
hard,” he assured.
    “Good, let me see,” I coxed.
    “No, I have to taste you
first, remember?”
    “Okay,” I agreed, sliding out
of my jeans.
    “No panties?” Jaron asked,
eyeing me from the waist down.
    “I knew I wouldn’t need them
tonight.”
    “I love a girl with no
panties.”
    I pulled myself back on my
elbows as Jaron crawled over me, kissing me down my chest as he did.
    “I love a girl with no bra
too,” he hinted, unsnapping it with one hand.
    I slid it off my shoulders and
to the floor.
    Jaron took my nipple into his
mouth and tugged gently, sending shivers down my spine and straight to my
throbbing sex. There was nothing like drunk sex with Jaron. He did things to me
that made my insides coil.
    “Get down there, Jaron,” I
demanded, needing the attention on my aching core.
    He snickered and moved south.
I opened my legs and dropped my head as he stroked me, slowly all the way to my
sensitive nub. I moaned once I felt him suck tenderly on my clit, sending my
eyes rolling back into my head. Okay, this wasn’t going to last long.
    “Hmm, right there Jaron,
right there,” I moaned, feeling the build of an unbelievable orgasm. Jaron
inserted two fingers and massaged my upper wall, stimulating my g-spot. That
did it. I was practically screaming as my juices flowed.
    Jaron didn’t give me time to
recover, before he was moving up my body and holding me to my request of
tasting myself on his mouth. I did taste myself and moaned again as he moved
into me, kissing me. I tasted more beer than myself after a few moments. I was
going to be sore the next day. That I was sure of. That’s another thing
about Jaron; he twisted you into more positions than the normal mind could
think of.
    “Shit, Jaron, STOP!” I
shouted, remembering the fact that we had forgotten the condom.
    “Where are they?” he asked,
sliding out of me, knowing exactly what it was we needed.
    “In the nightstand drawer.”
    Jaron slid on the condom and flipped
me over moving in behind me where he finally broke, sending us both over the
edge and collapsing to the bed in heavy pants.
    “Jesus Christ, girl,” he
rasped and then laughed when he picked up a little shoe in my bed.
    I laughed, breathing the same
speedy breaths as him.
    “You’ve got to go,” I said.
    “Yeah, okay. Did you want to
pay me now or later,” he asked, being a smartass.
    “Hmmm? I think I already paid
you,” I protested, squirming from beneath him. “Or you could just stay and let
my dad pay you when he brings Maddie home in a few hours.”
    “Nope, I’m good on that,” he
assured me sliding into his jeans. “And you did not pay me. I didn’t get a blow
job.”
    “Next time. I promise.”

Chapter 3
     
     
     
    I sat on my porch watching
Jaron drive down the dirt road in my golf cart. He wouldn’t bring it back. I
would either have to hitch a ride with my dad or walk back to the resort. Leaned
up against the wooden balustrade I let my mind wonder to