Heat Waves (12 page)

“I'm coming,” Diane cried.

Diane felt a burst of warmth inside of her as
Jack grunted. His cock got harder and went in deeper into her
pussy. Her lips contracted as a ripple of sensual delight flowed
through her entire body. They both clutched each other tighter, as
they simultaneously
orgasmed
, and their moans sang in unison. Diane's
body fell forward as she clung tight to him with a warm hug. She
nuzzled him as she soaked up the feeling. He gave her a soft,
sweet, and loving kiss.

Jack carried Diane from the water back to the
beach. He sat her down next to the warmth of the bonfire. She
shivered and trembled.

“I'll be right back,” Jack said. “I'm going
to get you a fresh towel.”

“Thanks, “Diane said.

Diane watched as Jack walked away. She was
pleased how everything had turned out. She had a smile on her face
that wasn't going away anytime soon. Just then, the sound of Wendy
calling Jack could be heard. Diane strained to hear what they were
saying to each another. She leaned over slightly to get a better
angle, and discreetly watched and listened in. Wendy was wrapped in
a towel.

“You look hot tonight, Jack,” Wendy said.

“Thanks,” Jack said.

“It's really nice how you made that plain
girl feel welcome,” Wendy said.

“What plain girl?” Jack asked.

“Diane,” Wendy replied. “She's a nice,
average girl.”

“I think she's amazing,” Jack said.

“She doesn't have this,” Wendy said, as she
removed her towel and flaunted her beautiful, naked body.

Wendy spread open her pussy lips as she
stared directly into Jack's eyes.

“My pussy is wet for you, Jack,” Wendy said.
“Come and get it.”

“What's gotten into you, Wendy?” Jack asked.
“You're really embarrassing yourself.”

“You really want that underdeveloped fat ass
bitch?” Wendy asked.

Jack walked away, holding the towels that he
had retrieved.

“See you tomorrow, Jack,” Wendy said.

Jack was silent. Wendy pouted in the
background. She followed behind and pursued him further.

“I'm sorry, Jack,” Wendy said. “I just
thought we had something special.”

Wendy looked out of the corner of her eye as
if to gauge Diane's reaction.

“What are you talking about, Wendy?” Jack
asked. “Are you delusional?”

“Let's not keep it a secret any longer,”
Wendy replied. “It's not fair to that poor girl, Diane.”

“You're mad,” Jack said. “You've lost your
mind.”

Diane wondered if Wendy was telling the
truth. Maybe Wendy knew that Diane was eavesdropping.

“See you tomorrow, Jack,” Wendy said.

Jack grimaced.

“That reminds me,” Jack said. “Would you come
over tomorrow for Sunday brunch?”

“Me?” Diane asked.

“Of course, you,” Jack replied. “I would like
to introduce you to my parents.”

Diane felt flattered that he would want her
to meet his parents, especially so soon. He must have really
thought that she was special.

“I would love to,” Diane replied.

Wendy leered at Diane as Jack was writing
down directions for her.

“Oh, Jack,” Wendy said. “I forgot to mention,
Tara was looking for you.”

“Did she say what she wanted?” Jack asked

“No, sorry, she didn't,” Wendy replied.

“I'll be right back,” Jack said, motioning
toward Diane.

Jack walked away. Wendy leaned in close to
Diane once Jack was out of hearing distance.

“Tomorrow is the last day you will see him,”
Wendy said. “Jack and I are meant to be together.”

Diane's stomach fluttered due to Wendy's
unpleasant tone.

Jack walked up with an upset look on his
face. Wendy scurried away.

“Wendy,” Jack shouted. “Lying to me is not
good. I don't know what your game is, but it's not working.”

Jack and Diane shared a loving kiss, to say
goodbye, as they prepared to go their separate ways.

“See you tomorrow,” Jack whispered, gazing
into Diane's eyes. “I'm counting the minutes.”

Diane smiled. Could it be love, she
sighed?

They both went their separate ways.

There was an uncomfortable silence when Tara
got into Diane's car.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Diane said.

“I'll have you know,” Tara said, “that Jack’s
and Wendy's families want them to be together.”

“Jack isn't interested in her,” Diane said.
“He's interested in me.

“I knew it was a mistake inviting you,” Tara
said. “I can't believe you humiliated me like that. I just hope
Wendy will speak to me again. Although, I wouldn't blame her if she
didn't. You ruined everything.”

“Where is she?” Diane asked.

“She left with someone else,” Tara replied.
“When I saw her, she wouldn't even speak to me.”

Not another word was spoken during the rest
of the drive home. Diane pulled up in front of Tara's house. Tara
got out, grabbed her stuff, and slammed the car door without saying
goodbye. Diane waited until Tara got safely into the house, and
then drove off. Tears ran down her face as she drove away. There
were mixed feelings of disappointment and excitement. She shifted
her thought toward Jack, and looked forward to spending another day
with him, in spite of the negative feelings Tara had created.

The next morning Diane drove to Jack's
parent’s home. She was surprised to see the size of their land.
After she buzzed in at the front gate, it took her at least fifteen
minutes to drive to the house. The landscaping was extraordinary.
Every bush was meticulously shaped into some type of abstract
design. It was obvious that they were a wealthy, cultured family of
privilege.

When Diane pulled up in front of the house, a
valet ran up, opened the car door, took her car keys, and drove
off. She was somewhat dumbfounded, because she had never expected
that Jack's family was that well off. The house was a mansion. It
had many white pillars that accentuated its elaborate beauty. She
was breathless. There was a sound at the front door and the door
opened.

Jack stood in the doorway. Diane thought he
looked even more handsome than she remembered. He was dressed
somewhat formal, in slacks and a button up shirt. His body looked
particularly fit in his current state of dress. He walked outside
to greet her and he had a big smile on his face. Diane was relieved
that he had come out to greet her, because she had felt somewhat
like a fish out of water. She just stood there looking darling in
her white skirt, thin pink blouse, and her hair all dolled up in
bows and clips.

“It's great to see you,” Jack said. “Come on
in.”

He held out his hand for her. She joined him
and they went inside.

Once inside, Diane was in awe of the
interior. There was a beautiful double staircase with marble inlays
that looked like it was right out of a movie. The ceilings were
high, and covered with crystal chandeliers. They definitely were
living a posh lifestyle.

An elegant older woman approached and winked
at Diane. She pecked Jack on the cheek. Her clothing was something
right out of the best dressed list photos. She wore an elegant
white summer gown.

“I'd like to introduce you to my mother,
Gale,” Jack said.

“Delighted to make your acquaintance,” Diane
said, as she curtsied with an unsure nervous energy.

“She is lovely, Jack,” Gale said. “Just as
you said.”

Diane blushed. Gale took Diane's hand and
walked her into the main room. Several family members were sitting
on sofas.

“I'd like you all to meet Diane,” Gale said.
“She's Jack's friend.”

Everyone accepted her with open arms as they
greeted her. Diane was pleasantly surprised to see Agnes, the girl
she met on the beach the day before. Agnes' face lit up when she
saw Diane.

“Hi, Diane,” Agnes said. “It's great to see
you again.”

“You two know each other?” Gale asked.

“I made friends with Diane yesterday at the
beach,” Agnes said. “I really enjoyed my time talking with her.
She's great.”

“Well, if you think she's great, Agnes,” Gale
said, “that says a lot to me.”

Apparently, Agnes was Gale's
favourite
niece. She had come to
stay with them for the weekend.

There was a sound at the entrance of the
house. Gale walked out to get the front door. Moments later, Gale
walked back in with Wendy and Tara. Both girls shot Diane looks of
daggers.

Agnes looked over at Tara, immediately got
up, walked up to Gale, and whispered into her ear. Diane figured
Agnes had mentioned Tara's inappropriate demeanor at the beach.
Gale frowned as she peered over in Tara's direction. Tara's stare
of daggers changed to a look of concern when she saw Agnes
discussing something with Gale. What goes around, comes around.

“Wendy,” Gale said. “Who is your friend?”

“Tara,” Wendy replied. “She one of my best
friends.”

Gale winced.

“I'd like to talk with her for a moment,”
Gale said, as she motioned for Tara to come with her.

Gale and Tara walked out the front door.
Moments later Gale returned without Tara. Gale had a smirk on her
face. Wendy looked as if she wanted to ask what had happened to
Tara, but didn't dare.

Gale stood in the center of the room and got
the attention of everyone. She motioned toward an unusual piece of
art that was in the center of the room. They all gathered around as
Gale explained the importance of their family heirloom. It was a
memento that had been passed on from generation to generation. She
mentioned that everyone should be careful around it, because it was
extremely fragile and expensive. It was priceless, actually.
Everyone discussed the keepsake and reminisced about the past.

Gale announced that brunch had been prepared,
and that everyone would be going out on the terrace soon. Everyone
left the room except for Wendy and Diane. They were sitting on
sofas across from each other that were positioned between the
family heirloom. After everyone left, the room was completely
silent. Wendy stared a hole through Diane. Diane just sat
patiently, hoping everyone else would return soon, so that they
could have brunch. Just as Wendy got up and stood next to the
family heirloom, unbeknownst to her, Gale had walked back into the
room. She was standing behind Wendy. Diane tried to let Wendy know
that Jack's mother was behind her, but Wendy ignored her
motions.

“Listen here, you little bitch,” Wendy said.
“You just wait. I'm going to tell them that you broke their dearest
family heirloom.”

“No!” Diane said. “Please don't do it. It's
important to them.”

Wendy pushed it over and it smashed to the
ground. Jack's mother's face flushed pale, and then turned red with
anger.

“I'm going to tell them that you broke it,”
Wendy said, in a threatening tone.

“I'll tell them the truth,” Diane said.

“They'll never believe you,” Wendy said.
“I've got them totally duped.”

Jack walked up next to Diane and looked over
Wendy's shoulder to his mother.

“Mom, I'd like to show Diane the garden,”
Jack said.

“Yes, dear,” Gale said. “Make sure you show
her the tulips. They are lovely.”

Wendy winced the moment she heard Gale's
voice over her shoulder. It seemed, by the look on her face, that
she realized that Jack's mother had been standing behind her all
along.

“I'd like to have a word with you, Wendy,”
Gale said.

Jack and Diane walked out of the house. The
sound of Wendy being reprimanded could be heard from the distance.
They made their way over to the garden hand in hand.

“Do you like tulips?” Jack asked.

“I love yours,” Diane said, as she leaned in
and kissed him.

They walked behind a bush as they became
heated, and embraced each other. Jack put his hand under her skirt,
pulled her panties to the side, and fondled her pussy lips. Then he
knelt down before her, put his head under her skirt, and licked
gently between her legs. His mouth sucked on her thigh and tickled
her fancy. She held the back of his head and maneuvered his face
into the area that made her toes curl.

The back door of the house slammed. Diane
peeked out from behind the bush and saw that Wendy had stormed
outside. Wendy frowned as she stared straight into Diane's
eyes.

“Where's Jack?” Wendy asked. “You little
bitch!”

Diane motioned downward. Wendy walked up
closer. Once the bush was no longer obscuring Wendy's view, she
grimaced at the sight.

Diane massaged her fingers across her clit as
she felt on Jack's mouth, while looking into Wendy's eyes.

“Jack's showing me his tulips,” Diane
whispered, “and these two lips are lovely.”

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