Authors: Elizabeth Lowe
Rose of Betrayal (9 page)
Instantly,
the memory of his sixteenth birthday came flooding back. The year Ted bragged
he was going to give him a present he would never forget.
He was right, even now, at thirty-two the
evening had not faded in his mind.
On
a Saturday night in July, Ted persuaded his parents to host a barn dance in
celebration of Brad's birthday.
Hiring a
country band and mailing a score of invitations turned the party into the
biggest event in the county in years.
At
the time, Ted was dating Cindy a pretty girl with long, wavy blonde hair, blue
eyes and an hourglass figure uncommon for a girl of sixteen.
Like a magnet, he drew the attention of
nothing but the prettiest girls, all of them with over abundant upper body
proportions.
The
opposite was true for Brad’s girl Penny.
She was attractive enough, sweet, gentle, yet insisted on remaining a
virgin until she died the rumor among the boys.
Considered the town tease, she knew well how to arouse but never
finished what she started.
Always
bragging about being sexually active since thirteen, Ted took great delight in
teasing Brad about remaining a virgin.
Submerged
in memories crystallizing, Brad began adjusting his shirt collar as if he could
feel the heat and humidity of that night; see the full moons glow, the stars
peppering the sky.
Everyone was giddy
and raising hell, thanks to the bottle of vodka Ted dribbled into the punch
unseen by the chaperons in the house close by.
The band banged out country tunes.
The kids whooped and hollered.
Thanks
to Ted perpetually refilling his cup, Brad consumed more than his share of
alcohol, and began feeling the effects.
Not wanting Brad to completely loose his faculties and spoil his
surprise, Ted waited for just the right moment.
Penny and Brad were dancing when Ted
approached wearing a broad smile, eyes full of devilment, “Hey buddy, how about
your present?”
Without raising his face buried in
Penny's neck, Brad barked, “Leave me alone, you fool.
Can't you see I'm busy?”
“Well now, you don't want your
present to get cold do you,” Ted teased.
Continuing to feather Penny's neck
with light kisses, Brad ordered, “Get lost.”
Annoyed, Ted grabbed Brad's arm,
pulling him away, “Come on, I've been waiting all night for this.
It will be worth it, you'll see.”
Irritation tinted Brad's voice, “Why can't
Penny come with us?”
Tugging harder, Ted explained, “Girls
aren't allowed.
Now quit being a
stubborn jackass.
Come on.”
Sensing
that Penny was beginning to loosen up, believing just maybe tonight he would
get lucky, Brad was reluctant to leave.
“So
help me, Ted, I'll punch your lights out if this is a trick.”
Blowing Penny a kiss, Ted hauled him across
the huge barn past several stalls until they reached the last one.
Placing both of his hands on Brad's
shoulders, Ted insisted, “Close your eyes.”
Despite peaked curiosity, Brad was
leery.
He never knew what kind of
mischief his friend would be up to next. “Dammit, let’s be serious.”
“Oh, but I am.
It’s time you became a man.”
Shoving
Brad through the entrance of the stall, Ted yelled, “Happy Birthday.
Enjoy.
I'd stay to instruct you, but I think you'll figure it all out on your
own.”
Head tilted toward the roof,
laughing heartily, Ted rejoined the party.
Mouth
hanging on its hinges, eyes larger than quarters blinked wildly trying to focus
on the scene.
Brad was positive Ted had
lost his mind.
Blood rushed his body
paying particular attention to his penis.
His breath seeking release exploded with shock, “Cindy!”
Hay
stacked into a large reclining area was covered with a blanket where Cindy lay
naked on her side one leg crooked the other stretched out. Around her neck, a
big red bow.
Her right hand propping her
head allowed spirals of corn silk to dangle enticingly over a breast.
A single flickering lantern set her
aglow.
Thrust
into illusion, Brad’s eyes drank in every inch of Cindy’s body.
Through the eyes of any boy of sixteen, she
appeared the most beautiful woman in the world.
His gawking was not because feminine attributes were unfamiliar, thanks
to the magazines stolen from his father, so, he should not have been surprised
except this time the centerfold was real.
The lump of desire lodging in his throat would not move.
Just
as a nagging voice demanded he turn and get the hell out, raising her hand,
Cindy wiggled a pointer finger.
A voice
low and seductive whispered, “Come here, handsome.
I have been waiting for you all night. I'm
getting cold.”
Anxious and impatient
from having to linger so long, like a Swan unfolding her wings, Cindy slowly
stood.
Though
Brad's feet urgently wanted to move in Cindy's direction, his conscience
impairing movement nailed them to the floor. As she approached, his smoldering
eyes painted her smooth, firm body, her heaving round breasts, shapely legs.
The brown patch nestled between.
Breathing heavily, trying to swallowing,
trying to move offered Cindy time for her hands to slither up his arms coming
to a rest around his broad neck. With her body seductively closing the gap he
was speechless and paralyzed.
Eyes
squeezed shut; Brad’s head coming hard against the plank door rose
heavenward.
Between praying for tenacity
to resist and inhaling his first real breath of pure lust torn he was.
The
fragrance of roses infiltrated his senses as Cindy's silky skin continued to
slither.
Arms desperately wanting to
enshroud her gorgeous attributes remained stiff at his side.
While eroticism monopolized his body
encouraging him to linger to experience the bliss of passion, strangling him
was an over whelming urge to bolt.
With
his wills beginning to crumble, he wondered what kind of man he was to fuck his
best friend's girl.
Fleeting thoughts scattered at his
feet when Cindy's hot breath blew in his ear, her moist tongue circled the ear
lobe.
“God, stop Cindy, stop,” he mumbled.
A woman intent on
possessing, instead, pressed her body forward trapping
him against the
plank wall, her enchantment evident by the hard cock beneath his jeans. “I want
you. I have always wanted you.
Take
me.
Make me yours. Untie the bow, Brad.”
Sweet lips floating across his flushed cheek
captured his that were trembling.
The
smidgen of will power a male virgin of sixteen possesses vanished.
His mouth covering hers lightly at first
became shockingly demanding.
Forcing her
lips apart his tongue delved deep to satisfy his thirst.
Reveling under his siege, treasuring what he
offered Cindy’s hands untied the bow allowing it to fall unnoticed to the
floor.
Hot
urgent palms gliding over her body came to a rest upon small buttocks.
Fingers stroked, squeezed, and then pressing
firmly raised her up and down against grinding loins.
In a whine of pleasure, his name floating
between her lips encouraged his hands to travel up her sides to breasts where
they lingered exploring their contours, fingers rolled nipples into hard buds.
The smell of Brad, his
strength as he possessively held her made Cindy heady with need.
For a young man he was terrifyingly handsome,
masculine, every woman's dream.
At last,
he was in her grasp.
Somehow, she knew
he would be a gentle, caring lover, unlike Ted.
Anxious to experience all he had to offer, arching her back she
murmured, “Kiss them, Brad, suck them, please.”
Needing
no further encouragement, it took Brad little time to become proficient at the
moves making her writhe in torment.
In
response, her hand tugged on the zipper of his jeans and slid inside.
A
deft hand soft and warm fondled and stroked driving Brad mad with mysterious
pleasure.
In one smooth, swift, movement
he lifted her.
Carrying her across the
stall he laid her gently on the hay, his mouth never relinquishing hers as
tongues dove and played.
While
she frantically ripped his shirt open, he worked feverishly to release the mass
threatening the seams of his jeans.
Sheathing
her body, he marveled at the feel of skin against skin, the hollows, and the
mounds all glistening with moisture under flickering rays.
Encountering real passion for the first time,
storing the experience in the reservoirs of her mind she carefully guarded them
to relive over the years whenever the need arose.
Kissing
his way to the bud of her breast, latching on, he feasted like a newborn
baby.
Every move increased the speed of
lust's tornado until Cindy, knowing where the ride was taking them, unable to
suppress the urge to release the force, wrapped her legs around his haunches
and pleaded,
“Take me, Brad, now, I
can't wait any longer, hurry, please hurry.”
Losing
all sense and control, like a weapon his penis charged rocketing them into a foreign
atmosphere.
“Cindy,” he moaned, his
thrusts hard and fast, the friction creating a heat like an atomic explosion
that reached its crest.
Driving into her
made her scream; her nails dig into his buttocks pulling him deeper still.
Unwilling to let go of the magnificent
sensations pulsating, flowing through him, he held her snugly until his swollen
muscle ceased contracting and she became limp in his arms.
Gaining composure, needing to know,
Cindy dared to ask, “How was it, Brad?”
Sweating,
still panting from his efforts, Brad found it difficult to recover his voice,
“Holy shit, Cindy, fantastic, simply fantastic.
You were unbelievable. Thank you,” he said kissing her deeply.
Heart
inflated to capacity forced tears to Cindy's lashes.
Ted always made her feel like a
plaything.
A selfish person he never
waited long enough for her to seek her own climax.
He never thanked her for her efforts.
After tonight, there would be emptiness in
her forever.
Born no fool; Cindy knew
this was her first and last time with Brad.
Clinging to each other
regaining their strength, like the children they were, they peppered one
another with happy kisses, giggling and cuddling.
A spell broken when Cindy whispered, “Nothing
I have ever experienced has been quite like this, Happy Birthday, Brad.”
They never returned to
the party.
Brad never blew out his
candles.
The remainder of the night was
spent riding together each, different, longer, shameless, leaving no exploration
uncovered, taking them to foreign places, where they’d long to go again but
never would.
With innocence and youth,
left behind they entered the adult world.
From that evening on, they would never look at a barn or stack of hay
without remembering the ecstasy of the night.
