Arms of an Artist Part 5


Part 5


(Liz POV)

I was still angry at my Dad when it was time for Zan and I to leave work and go back to my house.

My Dad has always been strict and a bit controlling, but now he was going over the top. It didn’t really surprise me though. I was sure my parents were going to try and keep me occupied every moment I was in Florida.

And I’d been right to think they wouldn’t accept Zan in my life. Both my parents have always been fairly prejudiced against anyone who was not just like them.

They are very conservative, and snobs about a lot of things. They think anyone with a job like an artist or musician is too lazy to get a ‘real’ job. They certainly didn’t approve of any type of alternative lifestyle, or tattoos, or piercings. They never allowed me to be friends with or date anyone who didn’t have the same ‘social standing’ as they did.

When I was seven, I made friends with a girl at school whose father worked as a janitor. My parents discovered what he did and I heard them talking about it one afternoon, like it was some kind of dirty secret. After that I was forbidden to play with her any more.

The next semester, my parents put me in a private school so I would be with the ‘right’ people.

When I was fourteen or fifteen, I made friends with a girl who worked in my dad’s café. Her family didn’t have a lot of money and she had to work. She was funny and a bit wild in my parents’ opinion. She smoked, had bright red hair and had a couple of tattoos, was in a band, but as different as we were, we really got along well and had a lot of fun together. When my Dad found out we were friends, he fired her the next week.

But as much as they didn’t approve in my choice of friends, my parents always encouraged me to make friends with the children of their business colleagues and friends. And they were overjoyed when I started dating the son of a local councilman.

I never cared what anyone did for a living, or who their parents were, I just liked people for who they were. That is why I was attracted to Zan. It wouldn’t matter to me if he was a struggling artist and we were living in a one-room apartment. I would still love him.

Zan took my hand, squeezing it gently and bringing me back to the present as we walked out the front door of the café.

I knew I was being quiet and sullen, and I didn’t want to ruin the few minutes I had alone with him. Releasing a deep breath, I squeezed his hand back. “I’m sorry,” I said. “This isn’t turning out to be much of a vacation. I wish I could say I can’t believe what my father is doing, but really I expected it.”

“It’s okay,” Zan assured me as he opened the passenger door for me to get into the car. “He loves you and he’s just being protective.”

I smiled, thinking again how lucky I was to have found Zan. I don’t think a lot of guys would put up with what my Dad was doing to him.

I waited until he went around and slid into the seat next to me. “Zan, what if we just got a hotel? My Dad wouldn’t be able to control what we did, and we could tell him we have other plans and don’t want to work.”

He took my hand again, bringing it to his lips. “That is really tempting, baby,” he growled. “I would love to have our own place again where I could kiss every inch of you, and be inside you as much as we want.”

I felt a shiver of desire through my entire body, instantly aroused for him.

“But,” he continued, “We want your parents to accept me, and I think that will happen more quickly if we play by their rules while we’re here.”

My mouth compressed into a line. I felt like pouting, like a kid who had been denied her favorite toy. “You’re probably right,” I agreed, but I wasn’t happy about it.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaning in to stroke my hair, “it’s only for a week. It will be hard, but I think we’ll survive it.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know,” I said, as I let my eyes roam over his body, displayed nicely in the tight t-shirt he was wearing, “I’m having a hard time not jumping you.”

He gave a rumbling laugh. “That’s always a problem,” he teased with a wink.

Putting my hand on his knee, I stroked up his thigh, going dangerously high.

Growling, he stopped me, taking my hand in his. “I want you so much, angel,” he purred. “but now is not the time or place. I promise I’ll find a way for us to be together tonight.”

I was surprised but excited. “Tonight? You promise?”

He nodded.

(Zan’s POV)

“How are you going to do that?” she asked curiously, as I started the car and pulled into the road.

“It’s a surprise,” I said with a smile.

Even though I was trying to drive, I couldn’t help noticing how her short skirt rode up almost to the top of her thighs, exposing the length of her creamy legs. We’d had the quickie about an hour ago, but I was already hard again. I didn’t know how the hell I was going to get through a pool party. Just imagining Liz in a bikini made me I groan.

Leaning in, she wrapped her arm around mine, her perfect breasts brushing me. “Want to give me a hint about tonight?”

I placed a kiss on her forehead, ”You’ll just have to wait.”

Inhaling the scent of her hair just made me want her more, and at the next light, I took her head into my hands and brought her to me for a sizzling kiss.

Our lips crashed together like we’d been apart for weeks. I felt Liz’s tongue on mine and growled, wanting much more, but I had to pull back so we didn’t hold up traffic. I could just imagine getting a ticket and her father discovering the reason why.

When the light turned green I started the car forward, but with Liz right next to me, touching me, it was just too distracting. I reached out, aching to touch her velvety skin, and put my hand on her bare leg.

Starting at her knee, I made small circles, going slowly up to the edge of her short skirt. I kept glancing down, noticing that the material barely covered her panties, and it only took a brush of my fingers to expose them to me.

I hadn’t meant to do more than touch her legs, but the desire was building up inside me and I couldn’t seem to stop. I inched my fingers under her skirt even higher, stroking over her lace-covered pussy, and felt the moisture I knew would be there.

It is so incredibly sexy knowing Liz is always wet and ready for my total possession. I felt my cock harden even more.

With a soft moan she parted her legs, giving me greater access. I brushed over her lower lips with my short nails, making friction over her panties that I knew would drive her wild. She fidgeted, her hips moving slightly, and grasped my arm tighter. Then I moved to the edge of her panties, stroking her sensitive inner thigh before slipping inside.

Touching her skin drew a gasp from her and growl from me, and I had to remind myself to also pay attention to the road. Luckily we’d reached the residential area and I was able to drive slowly.

Parting her, I went directly to her clit, drawing my fingers slowly over it. I felt Liz shiver and a rush of sweet moisture coated her pussy lips.

Delving lower, I dipped my fingers in her slickness, moving back up to brush it onto her clit. And with a circular motion, I rubbed her just the way I know she likes, slow at first but quickly gaining in speed.

“Oh,” she moaned as her hips started to move with me.

It didn’t take long before her body was arching and her grip on my arm became almost painful. I knew she’d cum any moment. Leaving her clit, I plunged my fingers into her, making sure to hit her G-spot and she climaxed immediately.

Whimpers of completion left her lips as her pussy clenched around me.

I pulled over next to an empty lot and wrapped my free arm around Liz as she came down. With my thumb, I stroked over her clit, sending more shivers through her, as she rested her head on my shoulder.

Her lips touched my neck.

Turning my head, I brushed her lips with mine.

“Zan,” she purred, “that was perfect.”

I loved hearing my name on her lips especially when I’ve just made her cum, and I kissed her again.

Taking my fingers out of her, I brought them to my mouth, sucking the sweet juices. I loved tasting her. It was a part of her no one else would ever have.

Her hand rubbed over my chest, and lower, across my stomach, stroking my rock-hard cock through my jeans. I groaned with the contact. “You’re going to kill me, angel.”

She went to the fastening on my jeans, “Let me do the same for you.”

I wanted that too, but I was conscious of where we were and worried that someone Mr. Parker knew would see his beloved daughter jerking me off in a car in their neighborhood.

Not good.

“I want you in my mouth,” she purred, attempting to unbutton my jeans.

My cock jerked, my body anticipating her actions. I could barely control myself when she did it, but I stopped her, taking her hands in mine. Even worse if one of the neighbors saw Liz going down on me. “We need to get you home,” I said, “or your parents are going to start wondering what took us so long.”

She brushed over my cock again. “But you need to come too,” she said concerned.

“I’ll be okay, angel,” I promised. “It’ll just make me look forward to tonight even more.”

Kissing me again, she slid one leg over mine, half climbing into my lap. “I want to have you right here,” she said huskily.

She was being so aggressive it was driving me fucking wild. “Me too,” I growled.

I couldn’t help thinking that her sweet pussy was only one thin scrap of material away, and imagined freeing my aching cock and burying it deep inside her.

She kissed me again. “But you’re probably right. My parents will start to wonder.”

With a final kiss she got back into her own seat, pouting slightly. “I feel like a kid in high school with a curfew,” she complained.

I didn’t say anything but she wasn’t that far out of high school. She was barely nineteen. I could see why her parents still thought of her as their little girl and still treated her that way.

Putting the car in gear, I drove the few blocks to her house.

As we got out of the car, I couldn’t help staring at Liz’s ass, outlined in the short dress. Damn, I bet Mr. Parker had no idea how fucking sexy those were. Or maybe it was just me. I’d find Liz sexy no matter what she wore.

Going inside, we were met by Liz’s mother, who seemed to be waiting for us. She started issuing orders as soon as she saw us. “Liz, the maid service cancelled today, and the caterer is late, so I need you to dust and sweep in the entry and living room, and then I need your help in the kitchen. The guests will start arriving in less than an hour.

Glancing around the spotless room, I didn’t think it would take Liz long, but I had no idea what else needed to be done. Even though I smelled of hamburgers and fried food, and wanted to take a shower, I spoke up. “I’d be glad to help too, Mrs. Parker,” I offered. “I’m no good at cooking, but I can dust or sweep, whatever you need.”

I thought I saw a softening around her eyes. “Thank you, Zan,” she said genuinely pleased. “I’ll take you up on that.” She motioned through the French doors at the end of the entryway that led into the back yard. “You can help the men outside who are setting up the tables and chairs.”

“Mom!” Liz protested. “He’s a guest, not a hired hand.”

I smiled. “It’s okay, really,” I assured her. “I don’t mind helping out.”

She met my eyes, looking for my thoughts, and then nodded. She could see I was serious.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Parker said again. “Just see the party planner for what he needs.”

I squeezed Liz’s hand, smiled at Mrs. Parker and headed outside.

There were three guys setting up tables and chairs, directed by another guy wearing a bright pink shirt with short, spiky hair with blue tips, obviously the party planner.

I approached him, “Mrs. Parker asked me help out,” I said.

His frank appraisal of my body just confirmed my first impression of him. I’ve been openly admired by gay men before. It is a frequent thing in the art world. And it doesn’t bother me, I simply waited for his instructions.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, still appraising me, “aren’t you just dark, dangerous and delicious. Where did you come from?”

I chuckled. “New York.” I had to let him down though. “The Parkers’ daughter is my girlfriend.”

He gave a theatrical sigh. “The good ones are always taken.”

“What can I do?” I asked.

He motioned vaguely behind me. “You can help those boys set up the tables, and then clean them up.”

I got to work, taking the large tables out of a truck and setting them up around the yard where the party planner indicated. I was actually happy to help, hoping it would take my mind off Liz and my still painful erection.

But I hard as I was working, I couldn’t stop thinking about Liz, mainly because I could see her through the windows, and she kept looking out at me.

As we both worked, we continually stole glances through the windows as if we couldn’t get enough of each other.

I watched as she quickly dusted every surface in the two rooms, and I couldn’t help but think how much she resembled a maid in her uniform. And that got me thinking about Liz wearing a classic black and white French maid uniform, and how fun it would be to take it off of her, or even better, take her while she was still wearing it. And her coy smiles as she met my gaze, let me know she was thinking the same thing.

Then she started sweeping, and somehow her every action was erotic. I saw her moving the broom around and bending over to deposit the debris in a dustpan. I thought it must just be my reaction to her. There was nothing really sexy about dusting and sweeping, but her every movement seemed to be teasing and suggestive and was making me even harder. I thought she must be doing it on purpose to drive me wild.

It was working.

Stowing the cleaning equipment, she stopped at the window and blew a kiss to me, before going to the kitchen.

I was glad that I could see her though the kitchen windows too, although I didn’t want to be caught by her mother staring at her too much.

As I wiped down the tables with cleaning solution, I let my eyes roam up to the window and was happy to see Liz, looking out at me.

Going into the kitchen to help my mother, I made sure to take the job of cutting up the lemons and limes so I could stand by the sink, and the window that looks out into the back yard. I wanted to see as much of Zan as I could.

We’d been flirting with each other and I wanted to continue. I was already so turned on, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

His beautiful, muscular body was outlined perfectly in the tight t-shirt and I had to be careful not to cut myself, while I was watching him work.

His eyes seemed to burn as they met mine and I felt a jolt of white-hot lust sear through me. Hell, I wanted him.

My mother’s voice broke into my thoughts. “That was nice of Zan to volunteer to help here and at the cafe,” she said. “He’s very polite.”

I scowled. “Did you expect him to be a jerk?” I asked annoyed.

“No,” my mother said, “of course not. But coming out of the foster system, I didn’t know he’d be so gentlemanly.”

I knew my parents’ prejudices and didn’t snap back with the answer that was on the tip of my tongue. In my mother’s eyes, that was probably a compliment.

“Yes,” I said, trying to keep my tone pleasant, “Zan is a perfect gentleman.”

“Well, where did you meet?” my mother asked. “I never did hear the story.”

“We met on campus,” I said. “Zan knows some of the people who I used to study with.”

“You don’t study with them any more?” she asked casually.

I rolled my eyes. I knew it was anything but casual. “Not very often,” I said. “Zan helps me study.”

“But Zan’s not…”

I hurried on, cutting her off. “He’s really smart, Mom. He reads a lot and he learns everything while he is helping me study. I’ll bet he could take the tests and pass the classes too.” It wasn’t an exaggeration. He continually amazed me with how quickly he picked things up.

He met my eyes through the window again, and I smiled.

“But you can’t have that much in common,” she said. “He never went to school, so you can’t talk about that. What do you do together?”

I didn’t think she was really listening to me, but I tried anyway. Still looking at Zan, I answered. “We actually have a lot in common. We both like music and movies and books and art, and Zan takes me to a lot interesting places in New York, museums, galleries, parks. We have a lot of fun together, and we talk for hours.”

“And he’s never hit you…”

“Of course not!” I shouted, whipping around to meet her eyes. “He’d never do anything like that!”

My mother actually looked a little ashamed. “Well, I have to make sure he’s treating you well. I just want to make sure that he’s good for you, and you’re really happy.”

I softened toward her a little. She really was concerned for my welfare just like Zan had said. But at the same time I felt like we were having our first adult conversation. Somehow things were changing between us, and it seemed like my mother was recognizing I was growing up.

“I know, Mom,” I said. “I know you’re worried about me, but you have to let me make my own choices too. Zan is a good man, and he makes me happier than I’ve ever been.”

I turned back to the window and met Zan’s eyes. “I love him,” I said, “and he loves me.”

Finally we were finished with our jobs, and met in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. Liz and I had continued to exchange glances through the window, and the searing looks she’d given me were enough to keep my body ready to go. I was so hard it was painful, and I really only had one thing on my mind, even though it was currently impossible.

Liz and I went up stairs and I took her in my arms, holdng her to me briefly, loving the feel of her soft body in my arms. I pressed my erection against her, wishing we could do more. “Tonight,“ I promised us both.

She kissed me hard, wiggling against me and I groaned. We weren’t used to waiting. Shit, it had been way too long!

I had to separate us before I lost complete control and took her against the wall right there. “I’ll see you downstairs in a while,” I promised.

She nodded, kissed me again and slowly went down the hall, disappearing into her room.

Closing myself in my own room, I knew I was going to have to do something I hadn’t done since Liz moved in with me. Crossing into the bathroom, I turned the hot water on all the way in the shower.

Quickly I pulled off my clothes, stepped into the steaming spray and started to jerk off.

It didn’t take me long to get ready, but I knew there would already be some guests downstairs when I got there. Going into the hall, I glanced at Zan’s room, only to see that the door was closed. He was still getting ready. I wanted to wait for him, but I thought I might jump him if we were alone. We’d agreed to meet downstairs, so I went by myself.

I was surprised to see how many people were already in the back yard when I got there. Of course they were all my parents’ friends and business acquaintances and their families. I knew most of them and was greeted by several people when I emerged from the house.

There was a lavish spread of food, buffet style, an open bar, complete with bartender, and soft music played over the outdoor speakers, typical of my mother’s pool parties.

I should have been starved but I wasn’t really hungry. I was anxious and really horny. The flirting game Zan and I had been playing had left me quivering with desire.

I knew I should eat something, so I took a couple of canapés and popped them into my mouth before grabbing a Coke at the bar.

Even though it was late in the year, the weather was still warm, and if anyone actually wanted to swim, the pool was heated. And I did notice that a couple of people were dressed in what appeared to be swim trunks.

Somehow I suspected that this party had all been a last-minute plan by my parents to get rid of Zan. I wasn’t really sure how they thought it would work, but I knew there must be some method to their madness. Did they think Zan would be intimidated by a local Councilman or a former astronaut? They didn’t know him at all.

Wandering among the guests I saw some people I knew from school and stopped to talk to them. We’d never been close, but it was weird how being apart form them for a year and a half made them feel like complete strangers.

It seemed we had nothing in common anymore and I was actually getting anxious to get away from them when a familiar voice called my name, “Liz!”

I turned toward the speaker and stopped in surprise.

It took me longer than I planned to get ready. My hair smelled of grease, so I had to wash it. Then the shirt I’d planned to wear was wrinkled to hell, so I had to find something else. I wanted to make a good impression on Liz’s parents.

So it was a bit later than I intended when I made my way downstairs.

I stopped just outside the door and took in the scene before me. There were a lot more people than I expected, but with all the tables I’d help set up, I guess I should have figured there’d be a large crowd.

I’ve never been to a pool party before, and it was different than I expected. It was more like Martha Stewart throws a dinner party near the pool, than just a few friends getting together to BBQ and swim.

The whole yard was decorated with lights, flower arrangements, and those torches that keep bugs away, there was catered food, a bar, music, and even an area set aside for dancing. And not one person was swimming.

A few men seemed to be wearing swim trunks instead of shorts with their shirts, and there were three or four younger guys in trunks and no shirts. But I suspected it was more to show off their cut bodies than in anticipation of swimming.

I thought it would mostly be friends of Liz’s parents. Was it just my imagination, or did there seem to be a large amount of hard-bodied, twenty-something men?

Somehow I had a feeling that Mr. Parker had invited every eligible guy he know, hoping one of them might catch Liz’s eye.

And suddenly he was next to me. “Oh there you are, Zan,” he said. “I wanted to introduce you to some people, since you don’t know anyone.”

He led me to a nearby group of men. “Zan, this is Cyril Young, the Mayor, Delmar Lindel, the City Controller, and this handsome young man is our local Congressman, Pete Cooper. His parents live next door, so Liz has known him all her life.

Next he introduced me to several successful businessmen, the fire chief, a lady who ran a childrens’ charity, and some scientists from NASA.

I had a feeling that Mr. Parker was trying to make me feel as out of place as possible by inviting so many prominent citizens.

But that is where Mr. Parker was wrong. I’d never been intimidated by position or money. I admit, when I’d first started selling my art, I felt as if the rich buyers were invading my world, but by now I was completely comfortable. As an artist, I’d been to plenty of gallery openings and parties where some of the wealthiest New Yorkers had attended. So I certainly wasn’t worried about being around the Mayor and City Controller of Jupiter Beach, Florida.

While I stood chatting, I looked around. Many of the younger men were only wearing swim trunks, but I kept my t-shirt on, wanting to hide the rest of my tattoos from Liz’s father. I wasn’t ashamed of them, but I didn’t want to rub his face in them either. He could still clearly see the one on my forearm.

As soon as I could, I excused myself from the group to find Liz.

It didn’t take long before I saw her in the crowded yard. It’s like I’m always drawn to her.

She was wearing a lightweight, flowing blue dress with straps on her shoulders. Her hair was pulled back in front, but long in the back and she had the necklace I’d given her around her creamy throat. She looked casual but elegant, beautiful.

I started toward her but stopped when I saw that Liz was with a guy who she obviously knew very well. She was talking to him, laughing. He touched her arm and she didn’t move away.

I watched Liz as she sat talking to the guy, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who he was. It was obvious he was her high school boyfriend. Thad.

What kind of preppy, frat boy name is that?

He had that too-clean, perfect look to him. He was tall and strong, with dark blond hair, and no visible tattoos or piercings. His hair cut probably cost more than everything I was wearing. It was short in back and longer on top, so there were pieces that hung artfully down around his face, giving him a rakish look women love. Every piece of his clothes was no doubt designer, including the three-hundred dollar sunglasses he had hanging from his shirt pocket.

Obviously he was from a rich family, and I’m sure Liz’s parents approved of him. He was the exact type of guy they wanted for Liz, clean-cut, all-American athlete, Ivy league, probably a future fucking Senator.

I didn’t like him already. And when I considered that he had dated my angel, kissed and touched her, I hated him.

But I couldn’t let her see that.

Instead I’d just make sure he was behaving himself with my woman.

“I’m doing great,” Thad said. “I love school, having a lot of fun in the frat, and I just met this really cool girl. It couldn’t be better.”

He smiled. “I’m glad to hear you are great too. You sound really happy.”

I nodded. “I am,” I said. “I love my life. I just wish my parents were a little more understanding.”

He nodded. It was a conversation we’d had many times before. Both our parents were controlling and had big expectations for us. “You know,” Thad said, “I have a feeling that your Dad invited me here tonight, hoping that we might hook up again.”

A small sigh left my lips. “I think you’re right.”

We’d had fun when we were together, but I don’t neither of us expected it to go anywhere. And in the end we’d both agreed that we were better as friends.

“Well,” I said, changing the subject, “tell me about the girl you met.”

It was great talking to Thad, catching up with him, but I kept looking for Zan. It seemed like we hardly had any time alone in the last few days, and I missed him. I just wanted to see him, to touch him…

And suddenly he was there.

His eyes met mine and he gave me one of those sexy, crooked smiles as he came over.

Whatever Thad was saying faded into the background as Zan came nearer. He was wearing a simple dark green shirt over blue jeans and he made all of the other men in their designer clothes look like they were wearing rags.

I smiled and rose to move into his arms, and he wrapped me in his embrace, holding me tight. I inhaled his scent and relaxed into him as he stroked my hair. Home.

But our moment was interrupted by my companion.

”It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you are Zan,” Thad said, smiling. “Liz was just telling me about you.”

Zan kept one arm around me while reaching out with the other to shake Thad’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Thad,” he said. His voice was even and calm, but I could hear the slight edge in it. I knew Zan didn’t like other men around me, but he certainly had nothing to worry about with Thad.

“So,” Zan continued, “you’re home for Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah,” Thad said, “just for ten days, and then back to school.”

We sat and continued to talk for a few more minutes, and I could tell that Thad was getting the message that I didn’t like him so close to Liz. He kept looking at her and then me, from where I was touching her, to my face and Liz’s, and a smile started to lift his lips.

After another moment he began to excuse himself. “It’s been great catching up,” he said, “and I’m so glad you’re happy, Liz.” He held out a hand to me. “Great to meet you, Zan.”

As Thad left, Liz took my hand and led me away from the party, through the garden and between some tall hedges, to a secluded spot behind the house. She turned to me, pressing her body to mine, and putting her hands on my chest. “There’s nothing to be jealous about, Zan,” she said breathily. “I didn’t even know he was coming. He said my Dad invited him.”

I smiled. Was I that transparent? “I’m not jealous,” I said.

She gave me a look and I had to laugh.

“Well, not really,” I admitted. “I know you don’t want to be with him anymore, but you used to be with him. He kissed you, and touched you, and you wanted him.”

“No,” Liz said, cutting me off. “I never wanted him.”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

She shrugged. “He was nice, and we had fun together…”

This time I cut her off. “But you dated him, almost slept with him.”

Liz shook her head. “No, it never got close to sex. I was curious, and let things get to a certain point, but I didn’t want to sleep with him.”

She took my hand, kissing my palm. “I’ve never wanted anyone that way except you, Zan. I never even knew what desire felt like until I met you.”

“Really?” I asked softly, touching her face.

“Yeah,” she said, as a blush spread across her cheeks. “The first time I saw you, everything changed for me. It’s like just seeing you lit a fire inside me, and I wanted you instantly.”

She lowered her eyes shyly for a second before meeting mine again and continuing. “Even though you were a complete stranger to me, and I didn’t even know your name, I knew I wanted to make love with you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and what it would be like to have your hands on me, to have your skin pressed to mine, and what it would feel like when you were inside me.”

I was dumbfounded. Liz had never told me any of this before.

“Angel,” I breathed, kissing her tenderly.

Breaking the kiss, she continued. “And as I got to know you, I fell in love with you and it made me want you even more,” she whispered against my lips. “I want you all the time,” she said, kissing me quickly. “I want you right now.”

She kissed me harder, pressing her body to mine. “Zan, take me right here,” she whispered. “Up against the wall.”

I growled, kissing her hard, pushing her back against the hard surface, letting her feel my stiffening cock. Shit I wanted her!

I pulled back just enough to speak. “Baby,” I groaned, “I want you so much.” Leaning in I kissed her again as I rubbed my erection against her. “I want to take you so good and hard that you cum screaming my name.”

She gasped, and a shiver of desire rushed through her body.

I hated to disappoint her.

Even though we were surrounded by thick, tall plants, and no one could see us, we couldn’t take the chance.

“But we can’t,” I groaned. “We can’t risk someone finding us. The last thing we need is for someone to tell your father that I was fucking you against the wall of his house at his party. He’d never forgive me.”

Another shiver ripped through her, and she laid her head on my chest. “You’re right,” she breathed. “We don’t want to do anything that will make my parents not like you.”

Her hand slid up around my neck. “I just want you so much,” she moaned. “I’m aching for you.”

“I know, angel,” I growled, “I feel the same way.”

I kissed her again. “But I promise we’ll be together after the party.”

“How?” she whispered.

I winked at her. “I have it all planned out. I’ll tell you about it.” I lowered my lips to hers for another quick kiss. “But we’d better get back to the party before someone misses us.”

Taking Liz’s hand in mine I led her out of the plants, so we’d emerge away from the house and the others, and we slowly walked around the garden back toward the party.

Just as we were approaching the pool, Liz’s father almost ran into us. He was glancing around, obviously looking for someone. And I didn’t have to guess who.

He had a hard, angry look on his face that turned to relief when he saw us. We hadn’t been out of his sight long enough to do anything.

“Oh, there you are Liz,” he said brightly, covering quickly. “There is someone I want you to meet.”

He looked at me. “Excuse us, Zan,” he said dismissively.

As her father led her away, Liz looked back at me with a smile that was more like a grimace.

I winked at her. “I’ll find you in a few minutes, angel.”

I understood Mr. Parker’s instinct to protect Liz. I wanted to protect her too. I was just glad that I hadn’t given into the temptation to make love to Liz or her father probably would have found us going at it.

My Dad introduced me to several guys about my own age. They were great guys, handsome, built, successful, from good families, and I couldn’t help thinking Thad was right. It seemed that my Dad was trying to get me interested in someone besides Zan.

It annoyed me, but I didn’t take it out on the guys. It wasn’t their fault. I was polite and friendly and moved on as soon as I could.

But I was embarrassed that my parents would do that to me. They were offering me up to those guys like I was a piece of meat. I was trying not to be angry at them, but all evening I felt hurt.

Again and again through the evening, my Dad would appear with another ‘eligible’ man. He could have brought every guy in Florida, but none of them even had a chance. I didn’t have eyes for anyone but Zan.

The evening seemed to drag on and on.

After the hors d’oeuvres, dinner was served and then there was more mingling and dancing and a few people splashing around in the pool. Throughout the evening, Zan spent as much time with me as he could, but we kept being separated by my Mother or Father.

It was kind of pathetic watching Liz’s parents introduce to her to one guy after another. This one just graduated from Harvard business. That one was in med school. Another was running for Congress in the next election.

It was pathetic but also frustrating and maddening. I couldn’t believe that I was so unacceptable to her parents, and that they would treat me and Liz with so little respect. They were shoving these guys right down our throats as being everything that I wasn’t.

And the guys were loving it. They had gotten a seal of approval from the Parkers to take their daughter, and I was sure every one of them would, if they could. Liz is beautiful, sexy, smart. What man wouldn’t want her?

I could also see that Liz was embarrassed. Her parents were basically pimping her out to these guys. The Parkers didn’t trust her judgment, and she had to be angry and hurt, and I hated to see her like that. It make me angry that her parents would do that to her.

But as angry as I was, I didn’t interfere. I had to let it happen so her parents could see they were wasting their time. Liz wasn’t interested in other guys, and they would get the message.

I watched as one of the guys touched Liz’s shoulder and rage and possession filled me. Liz stepped away from him with obvious distaste and I went forward to join her. I wasn’t going to let anyone paw her.

Sliding a hand around her waist, I couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile curling my lips as she automatically melted against me. She felt safe with me, happy, and they could all see it.

The whole experience just made me even more impatient to ask Liz to marry me. Then everyone would see the ring on her finger and know she belonged exclusively to me.

By the end of the party I was feeling horny and frustrated, and I wanted to ask Zan what his plan was for us to be together.

Finally Zan was able to get me alone on the dance floor. He held me tight as we lazily moved to the soft music. I put my cheek to his and whispered in his ear. “Tell me your plan,” I said.

“Later,” he purred softly, “after your parents are asleep, we’ll meet down at the pool. Be sure to wear your bikini, because I am looking forward to taking it off you.”

I shivered in his arms as desire rushed through me. It was so exciting to be sneaking around.

“But how?” I asked.

He knew what I meant. His room was next to my parents, and if he tried to sneak past, the floorboards squeaked.

“There’s a trellis out the window of the other guest room,” he said, his lips brushing my neck. “While I was helping this afternoon, I checked the strength. I can get down it no problem.”

I smiled in relief. “And then we can finally be together,” I sighed, pressing myself to him.

Zan nodded. “Yes baby,” he growled in my ear, holding me tighter. “And the things I’m going to do to you.”

I could feel his erection, and my pussy was throbbing with need. “Tell me,” I whispered.

But at that moment, my Dad asked if he could cut in.

Finally the party was over, the guests went home, and the caterer’s people quickly got the pool area cleaned up and left. It was late, and I was sure Liz’s parents would be asleep not long after they went to bed, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. Liz and I agreed to wait an hour before we went back out to the pool.

We climbed the stairs and I gave her a chaste kiss before we retired to our own rooms, and her parents went to theirs.

I had to admit that I was excited. The prospect of having Liz was driving me wild, but the pool added even more to my impatience. I’d long had a fantasy of taking her in water deeper than a bath.

The next hour went by so slowly I nearly went insane. I showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth. Unfortunately only fifteen minutes had passed afterward. With a sigh, I completely unpacked my suitcase, carefully hanging all my shirts in the closet, and putting my socks and boxers in the drawers. I spent the next twenty minutes arranging and re-arranging my stuff in the bathroom.

I also reviewed the plan.

It might seem crazy, sneaking out to have sex in the pool, but I didn’t think it was likely we’d get caught. And even if we did, I had a story of sorts. Liz and I hadn’t gotten the opportunity to go to the beach or swim at the party, so we were taking advantage of a late-night dip.

Yeah, flimsy, I know, but at least we wouldn’t be fumbling for an answer if we were asked, and it was even partially true.

It would also explain why we were wearing swimsuits. If we were caught practically naked, at least it wouldn’t look as bad.

Finally, it was time, and I went to my bedroom door, listening intently for any sounds from Liz’s parents. I heard nothing, and softly cracked the door open, and silently made my way to their room. Their door was closed, but I could clearly hear Mr. Parker snoring inside.

With a smile, I went back to my room and dialed Liz. “It’s time, baby,” I said quickly.

She answered just as briefly. “Five minutes,” she said.

Going through the adjoining bathroom, I slipped into the other guest room, and slid the balcony door open. I was over the railing in a matter of seconds and down the trellis a moment later. As I touched the ground, I could see Liz descending the matching trellis on the other side of the house.

Sprinting to her, I reached her just before she got to the bottom, and swept her into my arms. She giggled softly, wrapping her arms around me. “Zan,” she whispered, “it’s been way too long.”

I kissed her. “We’ll make up for it tonight,” I promised.

Carrying Liz, I headed for the pool, being sure to stay in the shadows of the house. I’d made sure the pool lights were off, and there were no cameras or motion sensors to give us away.

There was a portion of the pool that was blocked from Liz’s parents room by the cabana, and that is where I took Liz. When I was sure we were out of site, I put her on her feet, cupping her head to take her lips in a searing kiss.

I felt like my whole body was hardening with need. It really had been too long.

Breaking the kiss, I slipped silently into the water, and held out my hands to Liz. She came to me, and I lowered her into the silky warmth of the pool, immediately taking her lips again.

I pressed her to me, needing to feel her soft curves against me. My hands started wandering as I tried to touch every part of her. Liz’s small hands weren’t still either. I felt her caressing my neck, my chest and back before she grabbed my ass. I growled as she pulled me closer, wrapping one leg around me and fitting my rock-hard cock against her pussy.

She wanted me. It always gives me a jolt of pride and satisfaction that she wants me so much.

I rocked against her, letting her feel the length of me, and soft moans started to come from deep inside her.

It would be so easy to slide inside her and make her cum, but I desperately needed to taste her. Leaving her lips I kissed and sucked my way down her neck, careful not to leave any marks. Slipping my hand inside her bikini top, I released her luscious breast, taking it into my mouth.

Liz squirmed as I laved her flesh with tongue, grinding her pussy against me. She was so turned on it was driving me crazy.

I moved lower on her body, my head going under water as I kissed my way below her breasts and down her stomach. Dipping my tongue into her navel, I continued to the line of her bikini bottoms. It was tempting to simply strip them off her, but they had to stay in place in case we were caught.

Or, at least they had to stay mostly in place.

Nipping at the elastic top, I let her feel my teeth and tongue on her over the thin fabric before I emerged from the water.

“Zan,” she whispered, as I took a breath, “what are you doing?”

I smiled. “Just having a little taste, angel.”

Without waiting for her reply, I submerged again, going directly for my goal. Using my hands, I slid up to the apex of her thighs, lifting and spreading her legs as I used a finger to pull her bikini aside.

Her sweet pussy was revealed to me and I closed my mouth over her.

I felt the jolt go through her body as I licked over her clit. I wanted to experience it again and again, but my time was limited since I was under water.

Moving down, I kissed her pussy lips before I plunged my tongue inside. For once, I didn’t tease, but started stroking inside her, concentrating on bringing her to climax.

Being submerged definitely made it a different experience. I couldn’t smell Liz’s intoxicating scent, but I could still taste her, and she was amazing.

I took deep strokes, making sure to brush her G-spot, and within moments she was clutching at my shoulders.

I was greedy for the taste of her, but air was becoming an issue. Quickly I took a breath, and returned, dipping inside her again.

Plunging into her harder and deeper, I glanced up and saw her arching back, grasping at the edge of the pool. Reaching in I quickly rubbed her clit with my thumb, and with a few more strokes of my tongue, she flew over the edge.

Emerging from between her legs, I came out of the water, sliding my hands up her body. She wrapped her arms around me and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Liz was still breathing hard, but she kissed me back passionately. “That was amazing,” she said between kisses.

I kissed Zan again, reaching down to grasp his erection. “I want to do you now.”

He smiled and kissed me again. “Baby, you are so naughty.”

With a giggle, I swung us around, so Zan was against the side of the pool, and followed his example, kissing my way down his body.

Not that I wouldn’t have anyway. I missed touching him so much.

I kissed his neck, gently biting the corded muscles before moving down to his chest. I laved both of his nipples, smoothing my hands over them and down his washboard stomach. Dipping under the water, I followed my hands, kissing and nipping his stomach down to his trunks.

I didn’t know how long I would last under water, so I reached inside and gripped the hard length of him, leading him directly to my mouth.

Taking him inside, I closed my lips over him, sucking him hard.

It was so different having him under water, but I wanted to make it good for him. I started pumping my head up and down on him, taking him deep, like I know he loves. I felt his body tighten and I knew he was really enjoying it.

Making sure to keep my lips tight around him, I let his tip brush the top of my mouth, and felt his hand in my hair. His hips started to pump, and I matched his motion.

Looking up, I could see his head was thrown back and the corded muscles in his chest and neck were straining.

Unfortunately I had to come up for air, but I kept him gripped tight in my hand.

Zan grasped my head, pulling me to him and kissing me hard. He spun us, so I was against the side of the pool again. His hands were lifting me, parting my legs and then he was inside.

We continued the kiss as we slowly rocked together. It was like we both just needed to feel the connection.

After a moment we broke apart enough to meet each others’ eyes. I could clearly see Zan’s love for me but I could also see his hunger. He wanted me.

And I wanted him.

My pussy was throbbing around him and I could feel the moisture pouring out of me. Leaning in, I kissed him as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “Fuck me, Zan,” I whispered, holding his gaze.

A fire seemed to light in his eyes, a predatory look crossed his face and he started to move.

There was nothing gentle about his actions. He pulled out of me almost all the way and plunged back inside again and again.

I grasped him tighter. “Zan,” I moaned, “you feel so good.”

“Baby,” he growled, and increased his speed.

My hips were moving with him, straining to meet him as he slammed into me. “Oh shit,” I gasped.

His hand slipped inside my top, and his clever fingers kneaded my breast. His thumb stroked over my hard nipple and I whimpered with pleasure.

Again he increased his speed and as my orgasm built, and my body started to bow backward. He held me, pistoning into me until I could barely catch my breath. Water was splashing gently around us and I dug my heels into Zan’s ass as I came.

Zan stopped deep inside me and my hips continued to buck against him. It was so good that it took me a moment to realize he hadn’t come with me.

I met his eyes and he was watching me closely. “Beautiful, angel,” he purred.

I kissed him hard. “You didn’t come yet,” I said.

The hungry look was still in his eyes. “So I can fuck you good and hard again,” he growled.

Our lips crashed together, and he started moving inside me again. I was so wet that he slid in and out easily, and I was so turned on that I knew it wouldn’t take long before he brought me to a spectacular climax again.

This time, he started out slow and gentle, barely moving inside me, but I was almost desperate with need. My hands were in claws, grabbing at his back, trying to tell him silently that I needed more.

But he kept his pace slow.

My hips moved with him, arching to meet him and bring him inside a second sooner. “Oh,” I moaned, as my pussy throbbed around him.

Leaning in, he started to kiss and suck my neck, and I threw my head back to give him more room. I didn’t know how much more pleasure I could stand.

“Zan,” I gasped, “fuck me, please, fuck me.”

“Anytime you ask, baby,” he growled.

Withdrawing, he slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt, making me moan, “Yes!”

“Is that what you want, baby?” he asked, as he slammed into me again.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped. “More!”

His hand slid inside my bikini bottoms, going directly to my clit and he rubbed it in fast circles.

Again and again he hammered into me, each stroke giving me exactly what I needed. He seemed to go deeper and harder with each thrust and I wondered if I might pass out from pleasure a moment before I plunged over the edge again.

This time Zan followed me, his hips pistoning into me a dozen more times, as he emptied himself into me, continuing to stroke my clit hard and giving me an addition orgasm.

My whole body pulsed with pleasure as we clung together, loving being together.

I stroked his back, kissing his neck as I caught my breath.

Zan was holding me tightly as if I might disappear any moment, and I knew this evening hadn’t been easy for him. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, my father was getting to him. I had to do something about it. I had to show Zan he was more important to me than my parents.

I kissed his cheek. “I love you, Zan,” I said into his ear. “I love you so much.”

He kissed me gently, stroking my cheek. “I love you, angel.”

We held each other for a long time, talking softly, caressing each other. We both felt like we needed the time together, but eventually we had to go back to our rooms.

I made sure our clothes were in order and helped Liz out of the pool before accompanying her to the base of the trellis. I couldn’t seem to stop touching her, and my hands roamed over her shoulders and neck before I cupped her cheek. “I miss you in bed, baby,” I said softly.

“Me too,” she whispered, hugging me tight.

“At least we should be able to sleep a little better tonight,” I teased. “Especially since I made you cum so many times.”

She smiled. “And they were all so good.”

I kissed her again. “Have a good night, angel, and we’ll be together again tomorrow.”

“Yes, we will,” she said, making it sound like a promise.

Liz was still a bit wobbly on her feet and I stayed underneath her, making sure she made it safely up the trellis and into the room.

When she reached the top, she turned back to me, looking over the terrace, and blowing me a kiss.

I couldn’t help but think of Romeo and Juliet and the balcony scene. But I was going to make sure that this relationship had a much better outcome.



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