in, Seth swept me into his arms. My feet dangled as he backed away toward the
beach. His lips were so close, I could have kissed him.
“It’s getting dark. We should head back,” he murmured. Reluctantly, he let me down.
While I slid down his body, I rested my hand on his pants zipper and began
to tug it. Stunned, he stared at me as I undid the button.
“What are you doing?” he rasped.
I shoved his pants and boxers down and inspected his now fully erect penis.
Seth’s confusion turned to delight.
“So, when I went down on you in the theater, did I use protection?” I grasped
his stiffness and fell to my knees before him.
He shifted uncomfortably but did not pull out of my grip. I was sure he was
hoping I would follow through, and service him, right there.
“What…what,” he stammered.
I gazed up at him and seductively licked my lips. His eyes shifted away, acknowledging he knew what I was talking about.
“Well, if I am going to give you the Chase Treatment, I need to know what that entails.” My voice was ice-cold as I clenched him hard, digging my nails into the tender skin.
“I didn’t mean —” He moved as if weighing the risks of leaving himself in
my hands.
“You didn’t mean to start the ball rolling on creating my bad reputation?
Boys will be boys, right? Were you angry to hear I gave Steve Louis a striptease
before he had sex with me?”
I slid my finger in my mouth and then slowly removed it. “Is this what I did,” I asked coyly. I teased him. I wanted him to desire me. I felt his anticipation.
Out of greed or instinct, he shifted his hips several times, as if helping me out, urging me to go further. I traced the wetness of my finger along his hardness and moved my mouth closer. He sat still in expectation. I slowly blew my hot breath along the line I had just traced. This simple act caused him to jerk and prematurely ejaculate in my hand.
“Oh god,” he gasped and pulled himself out of my hand. His face flushed red
with embarrassment. It was my turn to stare silently as he struggled to get his pants on.
“Was it as good for you this time as the first time?” I sneered.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie. I just…” he apologized.
“Next time you lie about someone, know your words can destroy them. Do
you know how town sluts get treated around here? They get used and abused like
paid whores. You have a sister, right? Would you want your buddies to lie about
her?”
“No. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I didn’t say you did anything. They
just…”
I understood. “You didn’t deny it – didn’t clear my name. Didn’t you call me
your ‘little Alanis’?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,” his voice cracked.
“Be sure to let the boys know how good I was tonight. Don’t forget to mention how quickly it ended.” For emphasis, I wiped my hands on the sand,
trying to remove his bodily fluid from me.
“I won’t say anything. I’m truly sorry, Caitlyn,” he apologized. His eyes told
me he was sincere, but I didn’t care.
“Save your sorry for the next girl you hurt,” I snapped and walked away.
