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Chapter 1
Something woke me, a stifled scream… I wasn’t sure. It was past midnight; the house was deadly quiet, and the smallest sound seemed exaggerated.
I opened my eyes; my bedroom was bathed in darkness softened only by a pale stream of moonlight filtering in. I turned on my side facing the wall, made my head comfortable on the pillow and closed my eyes tightly. It occurred to me that I might have imagined the sound.
A minute passed and I heard the sound again. Awake and alert this time, I recognized the unmistakable sound of moans coming from my stepsister Sue-Ann’s room.
The wall that separated our rooms was paper thin, and this was not the first time I was awakened in the middle of the night by sounds of she and her boyfriend Gary having sex.
My father had warned Sue-Ann about boys sleeping over, but since he and my stepmom’s room was on the other side of the house, they didn’t know when Sue-Ann had Gary over because he usually left before morning.
I pressed my ears against the wall listening to Sue-Ann moans, Gary’s grunts and the rhythmic creak of the bedsprings.
I was getting aroused. Something about listening to them having sex really turned me on. “Oh fuck,” I heard Sue-Ann moan. “Oh Gary… oh fuck Gary…fuck me Gary…oh fuck…oh.”
She was a screamer and liked to talk dirty. Her dirty talk turned me on. A vision of what was happening invaded my mind.
Reaching under the sheet I hiked up my nightgown, tugged my panty aside and touched myself. I was already moist down there, and as I massaged my flesh, it got wet and slippery.
My panty was getting in the way of me pleasuring myself. I kicked it off, spread my legs and slid three fingers in my vagina. I worked them in and out of my warm wetness.
I pressed my thumb against my clit and plunged my fingers frantically in and out of my vagina seeking release, as the rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings became louder and faster. Sue-Ann was making soft whimpering sounds. It drove me crazy. I rubbed my thumb faster on my clit and squeezed my legs tightly together. My vagina spasmed around my fingers as pleasure filled my body.
The sounds coming from the next room stopped, everything was quiet once more. With a contented tingle between my legs I turned unto my side, closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Sue-Ann and Gary were at it again early next morning. This time I put my pillow over my head to drown out the sounds of Sue-Ann getting fucked again. She was getting her vagina pounded twice in one night…I almost felt jealous.
I was fixing breakfast when Sue-Ann came into the kitchen. My dad Todd Simpson and my stepmom Lola had already left for work. My dad ran a garage a few blocks up our street and my stepmom worked in the cafeteria of the Summerton Primary School a mile away.
Sue-Ann was twenty and whereas I was a plus size, she was rather petite. Don’t get me wrong, Sue-Ann was an attractive girl with curves in all the right places. You could say she got what I had only I got a little more. She worked as a hairstylist at a parlor close to Grahams Home and Garden where I worked as a sales assistant.
Sue-Ann yawned sleepily as she came towards me. She eyed me and asked, “What are you fixing?”
She had dressed for work in skinny jeans and a button-down red shirt blouse. She had on makeup and her hair today sported green highlights that matched the large hoop earrings dangling from her ears. Her lips were a bright cherry red.
At seventeen, I was not as fashion conscious as my twenty-year-old stepsister. Beside her I looked rather dowdy in my jeans, plain T-shirt, flats and no makeup. I had long hair which I wore brushed back and caught up with a rubber band.
“I am fixing an omelet,” I told her.
Sue-Ann yawned again. “God I am hungry,” she said.
“I am not surprised,” I said dryly.
She frowned and looked at me, brows raised. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“After all that sex last night, I am not surprised you are hungry.”
I felt my face grow hot, remembering how it had turned me on.
Sue-Ann hands flew to her mouth. She looked at me wide eyed. “You heard us?”
“I keep telling you those walls are thin,” I said.
“Christ did we keep you awake?”
I nodded.
She scrutinized me for a minute and gave me a knowing smile. “Did it get you turned on?”
“Sue-Ann!” I said, with mocked outrage.
“Come on, don’t be such a prude,” she said. “Tell me the truth. Did you get wet and play with yourself until you cum?”
The guilt must have shown on my face because she laughed and patted my arm.
“Don’t worry you won’t stay a virgin forever. I bet you can’t wait to get your pussy fucked.”
“You need to wash your mouth out with soap,” I said, refusing to be drawn into her dirty talk.
Sue-Ann laughed, showing off the gap between her teeth. “You are right. I got a dirty mouth, but you act so damn prim and proper. I can’t wait for the day when a man comes along, sweeps you off your feet, kiss and caress and make you so hot that you will be begging him to deflower you.”
I glared at her. “Enough,” I said. “There is more to life than sex and I don’t plan to be a mother at eighteen like you.”
That struck a raw nerve. She threw me a dirty look. “Well good for you,” she said.
I offered her some of my eggs; she took it good naturedly. My stepsister was not one to hold a grudge. I liked that about her. She and her older sister Christine came to live with us after my dad married their mom when I was ten.
My father stayed single for four years after my mother died.
A month after my mom celebrated her thirtieth birthday, a drunken driver mowed her down…took her from us so soon. It was just me and dad until he met Lola. Sometimes I wondered if dad fell for her because she bore some resemblance to my mom.
I washed up after breakfast and left Sue-Ann in the living room taking selfies. She didn’t go a day without posting pictures of herself on Instagram.
Luke Thomas came cruising up the road in his red Mazda as I went out my gate. He drew up alongside me and said, “Hey sweetness, hop in, and let me give you a ride.”
I ignored him and kept on walking.
“What’s with you Lucy? You think you are better than me? You think you are better than everyone on this lane, don’t you?” He seemed irritated.
I paused and looked at him. “Luke I don’t have time for no baby mama drama,” I said.
I didn’t know what women saw in him. I am not saying he was not an attractive guy. But he had two baby mamas, no job, and he was always trying to pick up women.
He drove off, tires screeching, disturbing the lull of the early morning traffic. I was early for my ten o’clock shift. I did not have far to go and didn’t mind walking.
I had started working at Grahams Home and Garden two months earlier. I graduated high school months before. My dad wanted me to go to college, but I couldn’t make up my mind about what I wanted to do. The job at Grahams helped me to earn my own money, and I loved working there.
On Thursday after-noon I was at work, half-heartedly listening to my co-worker Mandy complain about her baby daddy when a truck pulled up outside the store.
The driver got out and as I got a glimpse of his face the breath caught in my throat. He looked hot. He was wearing camouflage army pants, tan colored shirt, boots and cowboy hat. I could immediately tell that he was not from around our area.
He walked casually towards the store and my heart skipped a beat as my eyes drank him in. I tried not to stare but I could not keep my eyes off him.
He was a little older than me, perhaps late twenties. I was a sucker for a handsome face, and he was drop dead gorgeous. One attractive hunk of a man, tall and well sculptured. Probably well off too if the truck he drove up in was any indication of his wealth. It looked shiny, new and expensive.
The store was not crowded and as he entered our eyes met. He walked over to me, took off his hat and said “Howdy do Miss.”
His eyes held me captive and his cheeks dimpled as he gave me a disarming smile.
Wow, I thought… handsome and mannerly as well. I want him. I managed a bashful smile and returned the greeting.
“Why Mr. Sullivan it is nice to see you again,” Mandy gushed and came closer. I had forgotten about her.
The handsome stranger shifted his gaze from me to Mandy. His eyes flickered over her face in a lazy fashion.
“It’s nice to see you too, Miss Richards,” he said in a polite tone.
The smile on Mandy’s face grew wider. She stopped beside him and eyed the sheet of paper in his hand.
“I’d be happy to help you with your order,” she said.
Ignoring Mandy’s outstretched hand, he smiled and said “Thanks Miss Richards but Miss…”
“Simpson,” I said, licking my lips nervously.
He nodded. “Miss Simpson is already assisting me.”
He handed me his list.
Mandy threw me a scathing look, shrugged her shoulders and walked away to assist another customer. She seemed upset about the slight but there was nothing I could do about it.
Mr. Sullivan’s sharp eyes flickered over me.
“You are new here,” he said.
“Been here two months,” I told him.
“So, do you like it here?” His tone was pleasant and friendly. His eyes watched me sharply.
“It’s okay,” I said trying not to stare too much at his bulging biceps.
“Well, let’s see if you have the items I need,” he said.
His order comprised of, bags of fertilizer, insecticide, compost, potting pots and barbed wire. I was curious about who he was. The items were farm items, but he didn’t strike me as a farmer despite the cowboy hat. He looked more like someone you would see on the cover of a sports magazine.
Steve and Kevin – two of my co-workers – loaded the items unto the truck under Sullivan’s watchful eye.
Mr. Sullivan came back into the store, chatted for a minute or so with my boss Mrs. Graham, then he sauntered over to me. He stopped a few feet away from me and threw me a disarming smile.
“Thanks for your help Miss Simpson,” he said. “I hope to see you on my next visit.”
My heart did a somersault, but I cautioned myself that he was just being polite.
“It was my pleasure,” I told him.
He nodded, and I watched him walk out the door. After he got in his truck, I went in search of Mandy. I found her sulking in the back of the store.
“I am sorry about what happened earlier,” I told her.
Mandy shrugged. “I think he likes you,” she said.
“Nonsense,” I said and laughed at her ridiculous assumption. “He doesn’t even know me. Who is he anyway?”
Mandy peered into my face. “You mean you don’t know who he is?”
I shook my head.
“That was Nate Sullivan,” she said importantly. “Surely you have heard of Sullivan Estate?”
I blinked; of course, I had heard of Sullivan Estate, their farm fresh products were on ever supermarket shelf in Summerton. I bought Sullivan Farm vegetables almost every week.
“I thought Nathaniel Sullivan was older,” I told her.
Mandy laughed and shook her head. “Nathaniel was his father silly…he died like a year ago…left the estate to Nate and his older brother Bryan. Nate runs the farm. His brother is a lawyer…has an office here in Summerton.”
“And you would know all of this because?” I eyed Mandy curiously. The twenty-three-year-old was the type that got around.
“A friend of mine used to date Nate.” Mandy said. “They broke up about three months ago, don’t know why. I saw the way he was looking at you; I think he likes you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is back in town before the month is over just to see you.”
I blushed but dismissed Mandy’s words. Nate Sullivan struck me as the type who could have any woman he wanted. Why would he come to Summerton just to see me?
Chapter 2
I don’t know whether it was a coincidence or if Mandy could read men’s mind because Nate Sullivan was back in Summerton two weeks later.
Mandy had told me that he came to the store every one or two months, so I was a little surprised to see him pulling up outside the store near closing time on Saturday.
Steve was drawing down the shutters when the truck drove up, and I groaned inwardly. I wondered if we would have to open late to fill Nate Sullivan’s order.
He did not get out of his truck and was sitting behind the wheels when I exited the side door to walk home.
As I got close to the truck, the door opened, and Nate Sullivan appeared as large as life in front of me. At the sight of him, my heartbeat quickened.
I had not been able to erase him from my mind since our first encounter. I even dreamed about him. It was silly, but he occupied my thoughts. I had never believed in love at first sight until now.
I clutched tightly at my handbag which was sliding down my shoulder and tried to appear nonchalant as I neared him.
“Hi Lucy, I see we meet again.” Nate voice was friendly.
I caught a glimmer of a smile in his eyes as they raked my face.
“Hi…hello Mr. Sullivan,” I stammered.
He seemed an imposing figure but a likeable one. Had he deliberately parked there so he could see me? I felt a thrill at the thought but quickly dismissed it.
“Mind if I give you a ride home?” His eyes were sharp and questioning.
“Thanks, but I don’t mind walking,” I quickly replied.
“Nonsense,” he said. “Besides, it is going to rain.”
He tilted his head backward, gazed up at the darkened sky and sniffed the air as if he could smell the rain.
He was right, yet I hesitated. Nate struck me as the kind of man who had girls like me for breakfast. He was a gorgeous hunk, and he knew it. I felt disconcerted although I was not usually flustered by attention from men.
“I don’t mind walking in the rain,” I lied.
He looked at me with a hint of mockery in his dark-pupil eyes.
“Are you afraid of me, Lucy?”
“Of course not,” I said.
“Then it’s settled,” Nate said. A wide smile lit up his face. “Hop in and let me take you home.”
His tone was almost commanding. I had a feeling he was the kind of man who usually got his way. With that face, which woman would say no to him?
Still, I hesitated and looked from him to the truck; the engine was still running. What could possibly go wrong, I asked myself?
“Okay,” I said somewhat reluctantly.
The smile disappeared; he frowned at me and I smiled at his comic like expression.
“I’ll be happy to have you take me home,” I told him.
The frown on Nate Sullivan’s face ironed out into a smile once more. He helped me up into the truck, closed the door, then walked around to the driver’s side and got in.
He was about six feet two and although I was five feet eight; I felt short sitting next to him.
The white polo shirt, the jeans which he wore tucked into his boots, and cowboy hat, made him look even sexier than the first time. His chiseled jaw lines showed strength and his dark tanned skin told me that he spent a lot of time in the sun.
He glanced into his rearview mirror then slowly pulled out into the traffic. If he was aware of my scrutiny, he gave no indication. We had gone about fifty yards when it occurred to me that he hadn’t asked me where I lived. Summerton was a well-populated city. There was no way he could know where I lived.
I glanced at him shyly. “I live on Campbell Lane,” I said.
He nodded and his eyes smiled. “I know,” he said.
Nate Sullivan’s response got me more flustered. My body tensed and I looked at him suspiciously. Was he stalking me?
“I know your dad, Todd Simpson,” he said in answer to the questioning look in my eyes. “He fixed a car for me a month ago. Nice man…you look a lot like him.”
The fuzziness in my brains cleared. I relaxed. Most people thought I resembled my dad. I was not surprised that he did too. I threw Nate a sidelong glance.
“So, you know where I live from my dad fixing your car?”
“We did a test run…drove past your house…he pointed it out,” Nate said.
“And did he point me out too?”
Nate laughed. “No, he didn’t. We were talking about my Dad. Most people knew or heard of him. Your dad asked me if I had any kids and he happened to mention you.”
“So, you knew who I was when you came into the store.”
Nate shook his head. “When you told me your name, I figured it out. Seems like he forgot to mention how beautiful you are.”
We came upon a red light; he took his eyes off the road and his eyes flickered over me.
“How old are you Lucy?” he asked.
“Seventeen,” I told him.
Nate’s Hands tightened on the steering wheel. His eyes widened in shock as they flickered from my face to my tits. I was a thirty-six D and had the full-figured body of a woman…slim waist, wide hips, well-rounded buttocks and shapely legs.
The men in Summerton liked their women with big ass and big tits and I was endowed with both.
“People often think me older,” I said into the silence.
“People in general or men?” he asked, his eyes roving over my body.
I flushed under his gaze. He seemed so at ease, so damn sure of himself. Could Mandy be right about him liking me? I quickly dismissed the idea. With that face and that body, Nate Sullivan could have any woman he wanted.
“Well?” he asked when I made no response.
“People do,” I said. I was not about to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was right by admitting that men were always trying to get into my pants.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Lucy?”
I frowned. His questions were getting a little too personal.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Sullivan?” I asked.
He chuckled softly, his eyes lightening up. “That’s not fair,” he said playfully. “I asked first, and please, call me Nate”
He was right, and besides, I had nothing to hide. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said.
He drew a quick breath and his lips twisted in a smile. He put on his indicator, glanced in his mirror and turned onto Campbell Avenue. His hand around the steering wheel looked strong and firm like the rest of him.
“It’s your turn,” I said boldly and settled my gaze on his face, “Does Nate Sullivan have a girlfriend?”
A slight hesitation…he gripped the steering wheel tightly. The truck lurched as he navigated a pothole and he continued driving.
Disappointment stabbed through me like a knife. What the hell was I thinking even asking that question? I glanced out the window at the rows of trees along the lane.
“I am single,” he said into the silence.
He took hold of my hand and squeezed it gently. I turned sharply and my eyes raked his face.
“I am not dating anyone, Lucy,” he said. “You could say I am currently looking for a wife.”
He had a twinkle in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if he was serious.
“Well, I hope you find her,” I told him and kept my voice deadpan. He was one hunk of a man; I could not see him having a problem attracting women.
He gave me a sidelong glance. A smile hovered on his lips. “Pity you are so young,” he mused. He had a playful look in his eyes.
“I’ll be eighteen in two weeks,” I said, and wished I could shrink through the seat and disappear immediately the words left my mouth.
His smiled widened. He winked at me.
“I…I didn’t… mean it like that,” I stammered. I realized that I sounded as if I was throwing myself at him.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I would much rather date an eighteen-year-old than a seventeen-year-old.”
I blinked. Who said anything about us dating? I barely knew him. Still his words ruffled my inner calm, and I was doing back flips in my mind. I liked him…a lot. I was thrilled to be sitting next to him drinking in his musky male odor.
“You are awfully quiet,” he said.
I shrugged.
“Lucy would you date someone ten years your senior?” Nate Sullivan’s eyes were serious, almost mesmerizing as they locked with mine.
I drew a sharp breath and looked away. Was he asking me if I would date him?
“It depends,” I replied cautiously.
“On what Lucy?” He appeared amused.
“On how much I like the person,” I responded.
The sharp brown eyes smiled as if at some private joke. “Fair enough,” he said. “And how much do you like me Lucy?”
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart began a fast dance against my ribcage. He screamed playboy, and yet a part of me wanted to get to know him better.
When I made no reply he didn’t push, instead he asked, “When is your birthday?”
“It’s Friday two weeks from today,” I told him.
He nodded and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he stopped and allowed a mother and her two children to cross the road.
He eased the truck forward when they reached the other side of the road and threw me a sidelong glance.
“Lucy can I have your number?”
His smile took my breath away. How could I tell him no. I fished into my handbag, tore off a piece of notepad, wrote down my number and handed it to him.
“Thanks,” I said when he pulled up outside my gate. He watched me, his eyes dark and unfathomable. “I hope to see you again Lucy,” he said.
He took my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. His lips seemed to scorch my flesh. A shiver ran down my spine and my pulse quickened.
I made my escape quickly. As I entered the house and closed the door behind me, I wondered, if a kiss on my hand had such an effect on me had, how it would feel if he kissed me.
“So how did it go?” Mandy asked when I went to work on Monday.
“How did what go?” I asked innocently.
“Your ride with Nate,” Mandy said. “I saw you getting into his truck on Saturday. Did he kiss you and make mad love to you?” Her eyes were bright with curiosity.
“Of course not,” I replied indignantly. “He offered me a ride and took me home. Why in the world would you think something like that?”
“Oh,” Mandy said. Disappointment showed in her eyes. It lasted briefly, she nudged me and smiled.
“I bet he can’t wait to fuck you senseless.” She walked off to attend to a customer, leaving me shocked, staring after her.
Chapter 3
Sunday afternoon I sat in the living room watching television when my phone rang. I glanced down at the phone and did not recognize the number. I pressed the answer button and put the phone to my ears.
“Hi Lucy,” Nate Sullivan’s sexy voice greeted me.
My heart jumped. “Hi Nate,” I answered and glanced across at my stepmom who was busy leafing through the pages of a Glamour Magazine. I did not want her eavesdropping on my conversation.
I left the television on, went into my room, closed the door and flopped down on the bed.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said.
“Really?” I laughed.
“I am serious Lucy,” his voice was earnest.
I sobered. “I am flattered,” I told him.
“Did you think about me?” His tone was jovial.
Christ, why did he have to ask… I couldn’t get him off my mind.
“I did.” I admitted.
“I want to see you again,” Nate said.
His word sent a thrill through my body. For the first time I met a man that I wanted to date.
“I am heading back to Gladstone,” he continued. “Maybe next week….”
“Maybe,” I told him.
The following Wednesday I was restocking a shelf when Mandy rushed over to me. “Don’t turn around now, but it looks like you have a visitor,” she said.
Of course, I did exactly the opposite. I glanced over my shoulder, saw Nate enter the store and made a beeline towards me.
My heartbeat quickened at the sight of him. I wished I had worn something more flattering than my pink cotton blouse, faded blue jeans and flats.
His face lighted up in a boyish grin as he came up to me.
“Hi Lucy, I hope I am not too late to take you to lunch,” he said.
I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach as I looked up at his handsome face. “You are in luck,” I told him.
He waited while I punched out and got my handbag.
“What do you typically have for lunch,” Nate asked as he steered me towards a silver-colored SUV parked near the curb. A police cruiser came slowly up the road; Nate tugged at my hand and quickened his strides.
“Couldn’t find a proper park,” he explained. “But I would hate to get a ticket and spoil your lunch.” We hurried into the SUV and as the police cruiser passed by Nate visibly relaxed.
He turned to me with a smile “Back to our lunch discussion,” he said.
“I normally grab a sandwich,” I told him. “Anything heavier makes me drowsy.”
“Then sandwich it is.” His eyes smiled at me. “I hope you don’t mind going to the Palace Hotel, I made reservations there.”
I loved the quiet ambience of the hotel dining room. Even more so the company of the man who sat across the table watching me with a hint of amusement in his eyes, as I bit hungrily into my hot and spicy grilled chicken sandwich.
Nate was having the same except he was having beer with his, while I had orange juice. He took another bite out of his sandwich, chewed and swallowed, then took a swig from his bottle. He set the bottle down and wiped his lips with a napkin.
“What do you do for fun, Lucy,” Nate asked. “Like on a day off, how do you spend it?
“I hang out with my friend Mandy,” I told him. “We normally have lunch, go see a movie or go shopping at the malls, typical girl stuff.”
“No guys?” Nate’s tone was incredulous.
“I chewed quietly on my sandwich and held his gaze. “No guys,” I told him.
“So, you have never been in a relationship with anyone?” His sharp eyes raked my face.
“There was a guy back in high school,” I admitted. “Nothing serious, at least not on my part…he wanted to move too fast.”
“Meaning?” Nate’s arched his brows.
I shrugged. “He wanted sex.”
“Well don’t most guys?” Nate’s voice was teasing.
“Maybe,” I said. “But I am not going to be that girl who get down like that.”
Nate looked at me, his expression unfathomable. “Does that mean you are a virgin?”
I blushed, swallowed the last of my sandwich and looked down at my hands.
He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “Nothing is wrong in saving yourself for the right guy,” he said. “I am surprised that someone as stunning as you are, is still single though.”
I looked up and met his gaze. “Maybe I haven’t met the right guy yet,” I said.
“Maybe not until now.” Nate threw me an enigmatic smile.
The pressure on my hand increased. I squirmed in my seat as sparks of electricity from his touch heated up my body and confirmed what I already knew. I was attracted to him.
“I have to get back to work,” I said in my best apologetic voice.
“Are you sure you are not trying to get away from me?” Nate asked teasingly. He finished his second beer and signaled to the server.
“My lunch break is almost up,” I told him.
He nodded solemnly. “Wouldn’t want to get you fired.”
“I don’t go back to Gladstone until tomorrow,” he said, as I sat quietly beside him going back to work. “Would you like to come back to the hotel and have dinner with me after work?”
“Sorry I can’t,” I told him.
He nodded. “Maybe next time and thanks for having lunch with me.”
“The pleasure was mine,” I said.
“Was it Lucy?”
I blinked… what did he mean?”
“I had lunch with the sexiest and most beautiful woman in Summerton,” Nate said. “I would say the pleasure was all mine.”
“You flatter me,” I told him. I looked into his eyes and was enthralled by his smile that came so easily.
He nudged me playfully, but his eyes were smoky. “Come on now,” he said. “You must hear this all the time,”
I looked out the window.
Nate chuckled softly. “You know what I love about you?”
I turned sharply. His eyes held mine.
“You don’t let it get to your head, and you are a woman who knows your worth.”
“Such insight,” I said. “How can you tell?”
“I just know,” he said with an enigmatic smile. “I have been around a lot of women, but none as captivating as you are Lucy. You’re like a nicely packaged gift that I want to unwrap.”
Nate Sullivan’s smile took my breath away. “You won’t be un-wrapping this gift anytime soon,” I told him.
He threw back his head and laughed. His laughter was contagious. I laughed too. I felt comfortable with him. Charisma flowed from him and like a hook it was reeling me in. Nate was still smiling when he dropped me off at work. For the rest of the day I smiled every time I thought of him unwrapping me.
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