Rough to Ride by Justine Elvira Read Free Book Online

Autumn. Those girls beat you to it.
    The blonde in front reattaches her lips to the man's neck as she continues to dry hump his thigh. The woman behind him is now rubbing her breasts up and down his back while kissing between his shoulder blades. I watch as her hands reach around his body and dip into the front of his jeans.
    Okay, I've seen enough.
    I'm about to look away when the guy's eyes meet mine. I'm too embarrassed to move. He's caught me watching the show the two girls are putting on. I should walk away and find Tawny's room, but I can't. It's like his eyes have captured mine and I need him to give me permission to be released. The blonde’s mouth moves to his and he opens for her, but his eyes never leave mine. He's turned on from me watching.
    I'm turned on by me watching. I can feel my panties getting wet and my hard nub looking for some attention.
    I'm frozen in place and don’t know what to do. Thankfully he breaks eye contact first. The brunette’s hands start to unbutton his jeans and he looks down to see what she is doing. This breaks the invisible hold he has on me, and I run down the hallway to Tawny's bedroom before I accidentally look at him again.
    I walk in and shut the door behind me, locking it so no one comes in.
    I shouldn’t have come here. I've been in the house for ten minutes and I've already seen more than I've ever seen before. It was like watching a live action adult film downstairs, or at least I assume that's what an adult film consists of. I've never seen one.
    I turn on the bedroom light and look around the room. I see pictures of people I recognize from back home with Tawny and a picture of the two of us together. My hair is shorter in the picture, and colored red for Halloween because I was Lindsay Lohan that year. I smile at the memory of that Halloween. It was the only Halloween I wasn’t forced into a couple's costume with Brock.
    I plop down on her bed and bring the duffle bag with me. I'm so tired from the long drive, and it's finally catching up to me. All I want to do is go to bed.
    Well, that's not all I want to do. A part of me wants to go back downstairs and look for that hot guy. Something about him is so appealing and it might feel good to hook up with someone after what Brock did to me. I mean I've only ever been with Brock. I could be missing out on something spectacular.
    No. No, I need to be clearheaded and reasonable.
    I change into a pair of white cheer shorts and a tank top. There is a connecting bathroom to Tawny's room so I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before coming back into her bedroom. I turn the light out and lay down in bed. The noise from the party would usually keep me up, but I'm so tired it doesn't bother me and I fall asleep within a few minutes, dreaming of the mystery man downstairs.
     
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    I wake up to the bright sun coming through the floor to ceiling windows in Tawny's room. It takes me a second to remember where I am and why I'm here. I stretch out my arms and legs and look around the large bedroom. I'm a little shocked Tawny's not here. I figured she would have come in late last night.
    I pick my duffle bag up off the floor and quickly brush through my long dirty blonde hair. I'm nervous to leave the room and find Jared. That's the name Kelly told me, right? I wasn't sure if Kelly told him I was here or if he was going to kick me out, so I want to make sure I don't have bed head when I meet him.
    I'm not a knock out in the looks department, but I'm not unlucky either. I have long, wavy, dirty blonde hair that goes down past my shoulder blades. My green eyes have a tint of yellow and blue in them. I'm average height, one hundred thirty pounds, and my legs are muscular from cheerleading and soccer. I have full C-cup breasts and I also have a nice booty, but luckily it isn't too big.
    Guys seem to like the way I look and I was hit on all the time in college, but I always ignored it because I was with Brock. Now I’m going