Down by the Water

My sister came back to the table to sit next to me, her pinched little face bringing the focus to her furrowed brow and pursed lips. She was pissed.

“What did he want?” I asked her.

“He… apologized.”

“Well that’s good, isn’t it?”

“I don’t want him to apologize – I want him to just go away!” she huffed, hooking her arm into her boyfriend’s and snatching a pickle slice from her plate, biting into it.

I turned to see Jeff leaning against the fence on the other side of the pool, smoking a cigarette and staring off into space. He looked terrible, even in his nice suit. I was guessing that he was on his 4th or 5th drink at this point.

“I’ll be back in a bit, guys.”

“Where are you going?” Chrissy asked.

“Just… for a walk. I’ll be back.”

I stood up from the little white table, smoothed out my dress, and ran my fingers through my hair. It was such a muggy night for mid-April and I was glad I was wearing a short, sleeveless dress for the occasion.

I have always hated family functions, but weddings have got to be the worst. Not only are you pestered by every relative you’ve ever known, but you also get the joy of wallowing in the fact that you are very, very single.

“Fancy meetin’ you here, stranger!” I smiled at Jeff as I snuck up beside him.

“Hey.”

“You look terrible.”

“Yeah? Thanks. I feel it,” he said, taking a long drag off his cigarette.

I decided to try something else.

“Can I bum a smoke?” I asked.

“You smoke?”

“Yeah, but my family doesn’t know – so I left my cigs at home tonight.”

He held a cigarette up to my lips and then pulled out his lighter.

“Thanks. So… are you okay?”

“I’m an asshole,” he blurted out.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You know?? How do you know?!”

“Chrissy told me. I knew something was up and I made her spill. She’s my little sister – I know when something’s wrong.”

“Yeah, well she told your mother, too. And your mother told me earlier this evening.” He put a hand to his face. “I can’t believe what a jerk I am.”

“Did you not remember any of it?”

“No!! God, no! All I remember was us going for beer and then coming back. And I remember how mad everyone was when we showed back up. That’s all I remembered. But…then your mom told me what really happened. She told me I asked Chrissy if I could kiss her! My wife’s cousin! Jesus, I’m such an asshole.”

“Jeff… you were drunk. People do stupid things when they’re drunk. Trust me – I know!”

“I’m just such an ass. Your sister and I used to be close and now I’ve just fucked that all up. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fix that.”

I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “Chrissy is a forgiving girl. She will get over it eventually. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“Fine. Whatever.”

We stood there and finished our cigarettes, staring out over the reception. Several different floral scents filled the humid air, perfuming the partygoers. Under a tent on the other end of the lawn, a band alternated between playing country and classic rock songs. Children were playing on the tire swings down near the lake. Older people were sitting at the little tables around the pool, enjoying their cocktails and chattering.

I looked back over at Jeff. He’s a good looking man, about 6’1″, brown hair, big blue eyes, just a bit of a beer belly. He’s in his late thirties, but he looks older than he is at times.

“So, let me ask you something,” he starts as he turns towards me. “What would you do if I asked to kiss you?”

“Tsssss!” I said as I lifted my cigarette and pretended to put it out on his face.

“Good answer!!!”

We laughed and threw our butts to the ground, snuffing them out with our feet. It was nice to see him smile.

“I think we both need another drink, what do you say?”

“Sounds like bostancı sarışın escort a good idea to me!” I replied.

I’d already had two gin and tonics and a glass of red wine and was definitely feeling the buzz.

We got our drinks and found a table where Jeff’s wife, her sister, and my mother were sitting and joined them.

I was halfway through with my drink when Jeff wandered off for a bit and came back with a Corona.

“Where did you get that?! I want one!” I yelled.

“It’s a secret…but if you ask nicely, I’ll show you.”

“Pleeaaasseee? Pretty please with a cherry on top and I’ll be your best friend?” I was definitely feeling the liquor by now.

“Inside the house… refrigerator… second shelf… in the back. There’s at least a case of ’em back there. I don’t think they’ll miss one or two,” he winked.

“Jeffrey!!” my cousin smacked her husband and laughed. She was the designated driver and wasn’t having nearly as much fun as the rest of us.

I ran off to the house and came back with my prize, gulping it down quite quickly.

I was standing near Jeff while we all talked and laughed, and he kept letting his hands brush against my legs … against my ass…

When I drink, I am easily turned on. My brain was telling me to ignore it, but my body was loving the sporadic attention. Each time he brushed against me, my heart leapt. After a few touches, I realized that my panties were beginning to get damp.

“You, my dear, need another Corona,” said Jeff. I looked down and realized my bottle was just about empty.

“Come with me!” He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the house. I just started laughing and waved at everyone as we ran off.

Inside the house, Jeff opened the fridge and bent over to grab a beer.

I slapped his ass – I just couldn’t resist.

“Heeeey there, little girl!” he laughed as he stood up. “You’d better be careful or you’ll get yourself into trouble!”

“Oh I will, will I?” I said, giving him an evil grin.

What was I thinking?

“Let’s see what else we have in this kitchen,” Jeff said, bending over to open a cabinet. I could feel him looking up my skirt, but I stayed perfectly still.

A handful of people walked into the kitchen and I started giggling. They gave me puzzling looks as they passed by, heading for the pool table in the next room.

I felt his fingers along the hem of my dress – he was being blatant now.

“Jeff! What are you doing?” I cried in mock disgust.

“Ohh.. look at you – how cute! You’re blushing!”

He stood up and walked behind me. Grabbing my hips, he looked over my shoulder saying, “Look at all this crazy alcohol this guy has in here!” He pushed me against the counter as he feigned interest in the bottles. I was pressed between his crotch and the counter. I could feel him growing hard against my ass.

“We’ve got Maker’s Mark… Cuervo 1800…”

I pushed my ass back against his growing hard-on.

“Oh… you like that, hm?”

I couldn’t tell if our conversation sounded suspicious to anyone within earshot….I was too drunk to care.

“Let’s go back outside and get another drink,” he suggested, running his hands up along my sides.

“Oh… I don’t think I can drink anymore, Jeff”

“Sure you can!! Come on, girl!”

He slipped his arm around my waist and we snuck out the side door to the open bar.

“What are you going to get?”

“I can’t drink anymore, Jeff. I really can’t!

“Sure you can! Come on… tell the lady whatcha want.”

“Oh, fine. Gin and tonic, please.”

Drinks in hand, we walked around the edge of the property, past the tire swings (which were now empty as the night was growing late), down towards the lake.

Jeff grabbed my arm and pulled me around to the back of the bushes.

“Over bostancı yabancı escort here… where it’s quiet,” he said.

We stood there, his arm around my waist, sipping on our drinks. The moon was high over the lake, illuminating everything.

I felt his hand slide down to my ass, giving it a squeeze. A moan slipped from my lips before I could repress it.

That was all he needed. He stood between me and the water and the next thing I knew, he had me walking backwards. Farther, farther, farther… until I backed into a tree. He pressed me against the tree, pushing himself against me, his cock straining through his pants. We were the perfect height for each other, and his cock was pushing right up against my slit through my dress.

“Do you like that?” His hot breath was on my neck as he whispered in my ear.

“Mmmm…Yes,” I sighed.

“I thought so.”

His free hand went up to my right breast, squeezing it, kneading it. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue cold from the drink. He sucked on my lips and his bristly beard scratched against my soft skin. Each time he pushed his tongue into my mouth, he shoved his hard cock against me.

I dropped my drink and my hands went to his chest, down his back, grabbing his ass. I pulled him towards me even as he roughly mimicked fucking me.

I felt his hand leave my breast and reach down to my thighs. He teased me, rubbing his fingers in an arch between my two legs, each time rising higher and higher. Finally, he reached my panties and cupped my pussy in his hand.

“You are so sweet and pretty and young. I just want to fuck you – show you what it’s like to be with a real man. I’d have you begging for more,” he breathed into my ear.

He pushed a finger up through my panties, against my opening.

“You’re so wet.”

He pressed himself against me as he pushed my panties aside, running a finger along the length of my pussy. The alcohol mixed with him pressing against me caused me to almost lose control as I felt his finger against my hot lips. His mouth found my neck and I felt his tongue and lips on my soft skin as he pushed his thick finger up inside me. He threw his drink aside and brought his now free hand back to my breast, grabbing it roughly as his other hand continued its assault on my pussy. I had my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he shoved another of his thick fingers inside my cunt, almost lifting me from the ground.

As he fucked me with his fingers, I felt myself rising up to my tiptoes, barely touching down at this point. I was lost – completely under his control – at his mercy as he pressed his hard cock against my thigh and pounded his hand against my wet pussy. The palm of his hand rubbed against my clit, bringing me so close. He kissed me again, our tongues playing, then sucked and bit my lip. His mouth came back down to my neck and he whispered, “You are such a slut.” He sank his teeth into the spot between my neck and shoulder, and I came all over his hand. I came so hard, trying not to scream out – not wanting us to get caught – crying through clenched teeth against his shoulder.

He wouldn’t let me come down – his fingers slipped from my cunt and began to slickly slide against my clit, almost instantly bringing me back to that point of ecstasy. The hand on my breast went down to my leg, lifting it onto his waist, holding me higher, his hand moving to my ass. As he sucked and kissed my neck and ear, I felt his fingers leave my pussy altogether…and then heard the zipper on his pants come down. I knew what was coming next.

“You want this?” he growled into my ear as I felt his cock slide between my wet lips, giving me a sample of how thick and hard he was. My mind raced – lust and alcohol flooding out any common sense that was left.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes.”

He pumped göztepe escort bayan his cock between my lips a few more times – my hard clit rubbing against the top of his dick, sending shivers through me. Had he not been holding me up at that point, I surely would have fallen to the ground.

“Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Beg me to shove this cock in your sweet little pussy, Jenna.”

“Oh, God,” I whispered, near tears with desire. I needed it. I couldn’t take the torture of feeling him so close without feeling him inside me. “Please. Please fuck me, Jeff. I have to feel your cock inside me.”

I was shaking – holding on to him, letting him hold me up. He stopped stroking and tilted his hips, the head of his soaked cock sitting at the opening of pussy. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled my head back from his shoulder and looked me in the eye.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.”

The look in his eyes was primal – I didn’t even recognize him anymore.

In one swift move he lowered me down and shoved his cock all the way inside me, filling me, tearing into me. I screamed out over the water – I couldn’t hold back – his cock hit home, slamming against my cervix. He pulled out and rammed himself back in again – over and over – the pain and passion coming over me in waves. My cunt stretched to accommodate him as he thrust his thick cock inside me. He let go of my hair and brought both hands down to my ass, lifting and dropping me in time with his pounding, his fingers digging into my flesh, shoving me harder against the tree. My nipples rubbed against his chest through the fabric of my dress, driving me even wilder. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take – my climax began to boil up from deep inside of me – I’d never felt it come over me so strongly before. I looked up into his eyes just as he closed them, his mouth opened slightly to let out a low growl.

“Fuck… I’m cumming… you feel that? Oh, fuck yes…”

I felt his hot cum fill my pussy as he shoved his cock deep inside of me, the sensation washing over my entire body, every nerve on fire. And I came – so hard – flooding his cock with my juices, gripping onto his shoulders, faces pressed against each other. He held himself inside me as I felt his cock twitch, the last of his cum leaking into my cunt, our juices dripping down my inner thigh.

As it softened, his cock slipped from my pussy. His hands loosened their grip as he lowered me to the ground. My head was swimming and my knees were weak – I slipped from his hands and fell to the dirt at his feet. I covered my face with my hands as what we’d done sank in and I heard him chuckle above me.

“You’re such a sweet, pretty young thing. Look at me, Jenna.”

I brought my hands down and looked up at him – he was sweating, his hair a mess, and his coated cock hanging obscenely from the front of his pants as it slowly softened. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, and then took his slimy cock in his hand and wiped it across my face.

From behind me, I heard a voice.

“Jeff? Are you out here, honey?” It was my cousin, and she wasn’t far away, but we were hidden from view by the trees and bushes.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispered as he tucked his cock back into his pants and wiped the sweat from his brow. He picked up his empty cup and brushed it off. “I’m over here,” he called out, stepping out from behind the bushes. “I was just… enjoying the view… it’s really nice out tonight, isn’t it?”

“Jeff, you’re piss drunk!” she yelled. “Why do you always do this? God! Come on – we’re going home. Right now.”

Once I knew they were gone, I breathed easier. What was I going to do? I wiped the sweat from my face and tried to smooth out my hair; then I reached between my legs and pulled the crotch of my panties back over my sore pussy, hoping the fabric would hold back some of the cum that was leaking out. As for the dirt on my ass, I’d just tell everyone I slipped and fell – I’m naturally klutzy, they’d believe it.

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That night, when I was back home safe and (relatively) sound, I got online to check my email.

There was a message from Jeff.

“See you Thanksgiving,” was all it said.