Before I get started, I would just like to state that while I am a new author, you do not need to hold back on your comments. I could probably use the construct criticism since I am just learning how to be a good writer.
Miley had an itch. It was persistent and hard to get rid of. Scratching did nothing to help, and even if it did it would be embarrassing to do so in public.
While only 19 years of age, Miley had had sex enough times that she now ached for the pleasure she got from it. Her tongue craved for the salty liquid that came along with the pleasure. She wanted it bad, and dammit- she wanted it now!
It was never just a simple kiss anymore to her; there always had to be more. Something else to go along with it. Whenever she couldn't find someone to help get rid of the itch, Miley resorted to helping herself.
Keeping her moans to herself, though her father was outside, Miley softly rubbed her own vaginal region in her fight against the itch. It wasn't exactly what she craved for, but it did help calm her down until she could manage to actually have sex.
Home from college for the summer, Miley should probably be getting together with Lilly and Oliver like she said she would. However, seeing as neither of her two best friends lead the double life of a famous singer, they had jobs in order to pay for gas and college needs.
Her need for pleasure gone for the time being, Miley washed up and went downstairs to see if her father was still outside.
Finding him walking into the kitchen with car grease all over his hands, Miley said, "I'm gonna go down to the beach and see of Oliver's still at work."
"Shouldn't you have a job too, now that you're in college?" Robbie asked, washing his hands.
"Oh dad, Hannah Montana doesn't have to work," Miley sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, well, Hannah will have to work soon if your school gets anymore expensive," Robbie said with exaggeration.
Miley heaved another sigh at her dad, and went on her way to the beach.
"Hey, Miley!" Oliver called from Rico's- he had taken over Jackson's position.
"Hey Oliver, how's it going?" Miley asked, sitting down on a stool.
"Slow day, I'm hoping Rico will let me close early," Oliver said as he wiped down the already clean counter.
Miley merely nodded before saying, "Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight and hang out, my dad is picking Jackson up from school. His starts later and ends later then ours."
"Sure, do you want me to call Lilly too?"
"Uh, no. I just called her before I came down here, and she, um, said that she was going out to dinner with her parents." Miley lied. But she had other things on her mind to worry about that.
"Oh, okay then," Oliver shrugged. "I guess I'll be over at around 8:00, depending on if I close up early or not."
Miley smiled. Her itching sensation was gone now, but she knew that it would return sooner or later.
Ahh, it was a lot shorter than I had hoped it would end up as, but hopefully the chapters will get lengthier as I progress. I also hope I didn't make a huge amount of spelling and grammar mistakes. I tend to do that often. . .