Gianna

"Nonsense, no use spending your money to get back home. Besides, I'll grab something healthy while I'm out of the house, if I stay here, I'll end up in sweats on the couch and ordering a Chinese."

"A Chinese?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Like a person?"

"What? No, like Chinese food. Like takeaway."

"Oh, why do you say a Chinese?"

"I don't know, everyone in the U.K. says that, but now that you point it out, it does sound a bit weird." He laughed, and so did she. "So, will you let me drive you home?"

Gianna was pleased with his insistence and accepted his offer.

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"What took you out of town?" asked Gianna as they rode down on the elevator.

"CLE. As a lawyer, you've got to keep your license up to date, and so we all end up at these conferences where people speak very dryly about the law, and you attend and act like you're interested, and it's all a bit silly if you ask me, but needs must."

They got down to the garage and went to James' car. It was a metallic-navy BMW with caramel color leather seats. As they drove out of the city they talked about a number of things. Gianna found out that James was from Manchester, in the north of England, that he came from a working-class family, and that before we went to law school, he attended Oxford.

"Why'd you come to America?" asked Gianna.

"Classism, I suppose. I have a working class accent, and no matter how well I'd done in school I felt like people always judged me for the way I sounded, and I kinda got sick of the surprised look on posh people's faces when I'd make a good point, or solve a complex problem."

"That's awful. I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"But you went back?"

"I did, my parents had been getting older and I wanted to be closer to them. I'd done enough at the firm that I was able to transfer to the London office without anyone kicking up a fuss."

"Why'd you come back here?"

"Well..." he hesitated, "er, both my parents passed away, and I was in a relationship that had stopped working. I needed to get away from all that, so I came back." Gianna could tell that James was affected by recounting that, so she reached out her hand and touched his shoulder to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"Ah, that's okay. I actually am not usually this open." He smiled sheepishly. Gianna smiled back.

They chatted about lighter things, night settling in as they arrived back in McLean. It was dark as James pulled in front of Gianna's house, and there were no lights on in any of the rooms facing the street.

"Well, thank you for driving me home," said Gianna. She didn't want to leave, but there also wasn't anything to keep her in the car. She turned and reached for the door handle.

"Gianna..." said James.

Gianna turned a looked at James, he wore the same expression as when he'd stared at her in her bikini at her party.

"Gianna, you know you could've have just texted me about the closet." Something in the way he said it made it feel like protestation was useless. He knew why, and she knew why. So, she countered.

"And you know my father pays for everything."

"I do. And yet here we are." He said it softly.

"Here we are," she said slowly. Gianna was nervous and excited.

James reached up and flicked off the light of the cab of the car. The neighborhood had no streetlights, someone would have to walk right by the car to see inside it, and the street was empty. James unbuckled his seatbelt and turned more directly to Gianna.

"That boy from the party."

"Will?"

"Yes, he's your...?"

"...he's my boyfriend..."

"And are you serious?" James' left hand was on the center console, Gianna couldn't tell if she could feel his finger gently rubbing her thigh.

"Yes," she said as she moved her thigh until she definitely felt his finger. He brushed his finger over her smooth skin. "But, it's high school, how serious is that?" Gianna could feel her heart beating faster.

James shifted in his seat, moving closer, his left hand rested on Gianna's thigh, his fingertip drawing a small circle on the sensitive skin of her inner leg. Her heart began to pound. His face was not far from her's. Gianna felt terrified, and alive.

"I'm jealous of him. That he has you." James moved his hand up an inch. "When I want you so badly."

Gianna leaned forward and kissed James. She felt his hand in her hair. She put her hand on his chest, and then on the back of his neck pulling him into her. James hand squeezed her thigh as it slowly inched upward. James kept moving upward until he was able to slide his middle finger up under bottom of her shorts and came into contact with the delicate lace of her panties.

Gianna grabbed James wrist.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" asked James.

"I--I, we shouldn't, we can't." Gianna gathered her things and quickly exited the car. She fumbled getting her keys out of her purse, and her hand trembled as she pushed her key into the door. Once inside she looked out through the window. James car was still out front. After a minute she heard the engine start up again and watched as his car sped off.

She quickly ran up to her room before her parents could greet her. She closed her door and began to pace; she could feel her heart still pounding. She pulled out her phone and began to type, "Come over, bring a condom. I'm ready." She stared at her phone before sending it to Will. She'd hardly sent it when her phone dinged.

[Be right over!]

[Climb the trellis near my window, so my parents won't know.]

She hurried into her bathroom and quickly cleaned her mouth with some mouthwash. She went to her closet and changed out of her clothes. As she pulled off her panties, she couldn't help but notice how wet they were. She found a lace teddy and pulled it on, and then went to sit anxiously on her bed while she waited for Will. She didn't have to wait long. Five minutes later she heard a gentle knock on her window.

She lifted her window and let Will in. He stared at her, taking in her in.

"Wow, you are so sexy."

"Take off your clothes."

"O-okay." Will began undressing as quick as he could. Gianna moved back to her bed and turned off her bedside lamp.

"Can't we leave the lamp on? I want to see you," said Will.

"No, I want it off."

"Um, yeah, sure." Once he was naked Will joined her. They began to kiss. Normally, Gianna would let this last for a while, but she immediately moved her hand down to Will's cock and began to jack him off. Will fondled her breasts and pulled them out of the teddy, bringing his head down to suck on her nipples. Gianna bit her lip in pleasure, still pumping up on and down on Will's hard cock.

"Babe, you're gonna make me cum if you keep going, slow down." Gianna moved her hand down to Will's balls and began to squeeze them. "Touch my pussy," ordered Gianna. Will quickly brought his hand down to her pussy and began to rub tight circles on her clit.

"Will," she gasped, "where's the condom?"

"I'll get it!" Will quickly leapt back to his discarded clothing, fished the condom out from his pocket, and scrambled back onto the bed.

"Lie down," said Gianna. She pulled the teddy off and straddled Will. She took the condom from Will's hands and tore the packaging open. She could hear Will exhale heavily as she threw the wrapper on the floor. Just like she was taught in sex-ed, Gianna slowly unfurled the condom over Will's hard cock.

"Oh fuck, are you ready?" asked Will excitedly.

Gianna didn't answer, she simply grabbed Will's cock and lined it up with her pussy.

"Unnnggghhh" she moaned as she sank onto Will's cock.

"ohmygod, you feel incredible," groaned Will.

Gianna began to drag her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against Will. The feeling of her full pussy was exquisite. She clawed at his chest as she picked up the pace and began lifting her hips up and down moving his cock in and out of her.

"Fuck, this is all I wanted. I've wanted to fuck you for so long, Gianna."

Gianna leaned down to kiss Will. He grabbed her hips and began dictating the pace. He took one hand and brought it to her face, breaking their kiss.

"Is this feeling good for you?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, yeah, this feels good."

"Fucking you feels so good, Gianna, fuck this feels amaz--"

"Stop."

"What?"

"Just. Stop talking. Shut up and fuck me."

Gianna leaned back, still riding Will, and took his hands and brought them to her breasts. He squeezed them and rubbed her nipples. Before he had laid still, but now he'd started thrusting in time with her. Gianna closed her eyes and surrendered to the feelings of the hands on her breasts and the cock pushing in and out of her wet pussy.

"I'm getting close," said Will.

"Me too, don't cum yet," said Gianna. She leaned forward again and kissed Will, and he picked up the pace, fucking her hard now.

"Shit, I'm super close."

Gianna quickly climbed off Will. "Stand up," she said. Will stood on up on her bed. Gianna yanked off the condom and began to stroke his cock. Will's knees began to tremble and seconds later cum shot out of his cock and on to Gianna's breasts.

The room was quiet, Will standing proudly before the kneeling Gianna, her tits covered in his cum. The only noise was the sound of Will huffing.

"Did you finish?" he asked.

"One sec," said Gianna. Still kneeling Gianna began rubbing her clit. She gripped Will's thigh to steady herself. She squeezed her eyes tight, trying to fight off the image of James that had been fighting its way into her mind the whole time. She finally gave in, and as she pictured James an orgasm surged through her.

*****

Gianna lazed in the sun on the back deck of the beach house. Her sun-soaked daydream interrupted by her mother's voice.

"Gianna? Gianna, ah there you are. Honey, I'm an absolute mess. I somehow managed to forget all the fixings for s'mores. Do you mind running into town and picking a few things up?"

"Sure, Mom, no problem."

Gianna got dressed and took a beach cruiser into town. Chincoteague was a quiet beach town a few hours from McLean, and a popular spot for summer vacations. For as long as she could remember Gianna and her family spent their 4^th of July's at their beach house there.

Gianna perused the aisles of the grocery store looking for the items on her mother's list. As she rounded a corner, she spotted a handsome man examining bottles of wine. It was James. He looked up at her. The two of them stood at a distance and just stared at one another. James set down the bottles of wine and walked towards her.

"Hello," he said, gently.

"Hi."

"It's good to see you. I, uh. I've wanted to apologize for...what happened, but I wondered if it was just better to stay away."

"No, um, that's ok. You don't need to apologize."

"No, I assumed you wanted it to, and--"

"I did want it. That was the problem..."

"Well, that's a relief, I suppose." He smiled weakly.

"Well, I have to pay for this stuff...are you getting that bottle of wine?" They walked towards the front of the store and checked out. They walked outside, and it turned out that Gianna and James had left their bikes next to one another's. Gianna put her goods in the basket of her beach cruiser.

"I guess it's good I ran into you here, saves us having an awkward interaction at the party tonight at least haha"

"Party?"

"Oh, I figured--My parents throw a 4^th of July party at our place here every year, I figured you were here for it."

"No. I just came out here for the long weekend. I suppose I've been too embarrassed to deal with your father, I've been avoiding him at work."

"Oh." Gianna felt sorry for James, he put on a good face, but she could sense a loneliness under the surface. Gianna also felt guilty for her part in it. "Well, I'm going back towards the east side, where are you?"

"I'm that way too."

"Shall we bike together?" James smiled and accepted her invitation. They biked slowly back towards their houses and as they did the conversation began to flow more freely. It felt like being back in James' car on the ride home from his apartment, back before things became more complicated.

"Well, this is me," said Gianna. She put the kick stand down and stepped off her bike.

"Oh. Wow, I'm actually just a few blocks down from here."

They smiled at each other, neither one seemed to want to say goodbye. James offered a big smile and began to roll off down the road.

"James!" yelled Gianna. He stopped his bike and turned back to face her. "You should come to the party tonight." She closed the distance to his bike. "I feel bad that I made things weird between you and my dad. I'm sure he wants you there...I..." she decided not to say more.

"Can I ask, is your boyfriend going to be there?"

"Oh, Will?"

"Yeah."

"We, um, we broke up, over a month ago. The day after I last saw you, actually."

"Ah." James gave her a devilish grin. She couldn't help but smile back. She felt her face turning red.

"So, will you show up?"

"Yes. I'll be there."

"Good. Starts at 7. Bring the wine."

Gianna watched as James rolled off down the dusty beach road, her heart racing a little.

***

4^th of July was one of the few times each year that Gianna's parents turned a blind eye to a little underage drinking. Gianna, Shelley, and Marina were all nursing margaritas. They were mid-conversation when she heard her dad loudly exclaim, "James! What're you doing here?"

She turned to see James shaking her father's hand. "I ran into Gianna in town today and she invited me, I hope it's not an imposition."

"Of course not, let's get you some food!"

Marina whispered to Gianna, "Well well well, if it isn't the guy who wants to fuck you."

"Marina," said Shelley, but she also giggled.

"You guys, c'mon," said Gianna.

"Look, most of the time, when an old guy is perving on me it's gross, but James can get it." Marina smirked as she took a big sip of her drink.

"Gianna," called her father, "Come say hello!"

"Go get it girl," said Marina. Marina spanked Gianna as she walked away.

Gianna joined her father and James and said hello. Her father dominated the conversation, but James took every chance he could to look at Gianna, she even caught him eyeing her breasts a couple of times.

As the party wore on, she found herself in the kitchen with her mother, who by this point was a few drinks in. Her mother was admiring Gianna and the maxi-dress she was wearing.

"I swear, honey, you can wear anything and look dazzling. I remember when I was young."

"Mom, you're still gorgeous."

"I spent the summer after college traveling around Italy. One day I was in a town plaza, sitting at a café, wearing a dress not unlike the one you're wearing. And a few tables away from me was this older gentleman, probably in his fifties. He was very refined. And he kept looking over at me. It was very warm that day so I thought I would tease him. I took my napkin and dipped it in my glass of water. And this drove him crazy, I dabbed my chest with the napkin, and the rivulets of water ran down...you know where. And he's sitting over there, and he spreads his legs, and he's squeezing at his thigh, and I can see his pants getting tighter. Gianna, I swear, I have never seen such a bulge." Her mother dissolved into giggles for a moment. Gianna was grateful for the break. It wasn't the most comfortable thing listening to her mother relive the sexual exploits of her younger days.

"There's a power young women have; you can drive men crazy. I miss the lust in the eyes of strangers." Gianna finished her margarita and said bye to her mother, before she heard any other lurid stories. Still, she related to the feeling her mother described.

She walked through the party and didn't see James anywhere; she was worried he'd left. She pulled out her phone and texted him.

[are you still here??]

A minute later he replied

[yes, why?]

Gianna walked across the deck and down the stairs until she was on the beach. She walked about fifty feet from the house before texting James

[come to the left side of the deck]

A few minutes later she saw James at the railing of the deck. She grabbed at her dress and pulled the hem up until it rose to her mid-thigh, then let it drop. James walked down the steps and joined her on the beach.

"Can I walk you home?" asked Gianna.

James gave her a wry smile and nodded. They walked down the beach in silence, the surf wetting the bottom of Gianna's dress. Eventually they came to a portion of beach with a grove of trees. Gianna smirked at James and ran into the grove. She made it deep into the grove, and then leaned against a tree. She heard James whispering her name as he searched for her.

"Over here." James turned and looked at her. He walked slowly towards her, and as he did so, Gianna began unbuttoning the top of her dress. When he was mere feet away, she slid the thin straps of the dress of her shoulders and shimmied out of the dress. Standing in only a thong now, Gianna covered her breasts with her arm.

"I'm cold James, come keep me warm," she giggled.

James stopped. "Have you been drinking Gianna?"

She walked towards him and pressed her breasts into his chest. She took his face in her hands and looked up into his eyes.

"I have been drinking, but only enough to make me bold. I promise you; I want this. I've wanted this since I met you at my graduation."

With that, James wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. The force of his passion pushed them backwards, and Gianna's back pushed against the tree where she dropped her dress. Gianna tugged at his shirt and pulled it up over his head. She kissed his chest and neck and then his mouth again. He tasted like sweat and the sea.

He reached down and grabbed her thighs, lifting her from her legs. She wrapped her legs around him as he kissed from her neck down to her breasts. When his mouth reached her nipples, he bit down with just enough pressure to make her moan in pure pleasure.

"Oh fuck. Yes, James, yessss"

She unwrapped her legs and he set her back down. She immediately reached for his shorts and unbuttoned them. They slid down to his ankles before he stepped out of them. The two of them stood kissing in their underwear under the canopy of the trees.

"How far do you want to go tonight?" he asked.

"I want all of it, I want you inside me," she responded. "How far away is your place?"

"Literally this next house."

They gathered their clothes and ran up onto the deck. There was an outdoor shower. Gianna took James hand and pushed him into the shower. She turned it on and felt the warm water pour down over them. Her hands found his cock through his underwear, already engorged, and she began to stroke him slowly, agonizingly. She got down on her knees and wrapped her arms around his legs. She reached up, feeling his firm ass, before pulling at his waistband and dragging his underwear down. She bit as his thighs before kissing up to his stiff cock. She stroked him while she licked at his balls. When he grunted in pleasure, she did it again. She lifted herself up a bit higher so she could wrap her mouth around the head of his cock while she stroked the shaft and used the other hand to squeeze his balls. She wanted nothing more than to make his cock erupt. She wanted nothing more than to deliver ecstasy to James.

She felt his hand on her chin gently urging her upwards. She stood, still stroking his cock. James was leaning back against the wall of the shower, as if the pleasure he was feeling was too much for him to handle.

"That feels incredible, but we won't be able to go all the way if you keep doing that. I'm only good for one haha. You on the other hand..." James spun her around and pressed his cock against her ass. They kissed again as his hands snaked down her body, first caressing her chest, then her stomach and eventually reaching her pussy. He ripped her panties and discarded them, now nothing stood in between their bodies. James took his ring and index fingers and ran them along her puffy folds. When he got closer to her clit, James would bring his fingers together and put indirect pressure from both sides. He then added his middle finger to the mix, beginning to gently flick her clit with each pass. Gianna reached up and ran her fingers through James hair as she came for the first time.