Chapter Eleven

In a week, school would start in Newport, California. Kaitlyn and her family had been there for nearly three weeks at the time, and she was shocked at the news that her father gave her one Monday afternoon. He was sitting across from her in Kaitlyn's parent's suite in the Four Seasons when he began to speak. Her mother sat beside him, stroking his back with her hand. "Kaitlyn," he said softly, "we have some news."

"Yes, father?" She wanted to go ahead and get this over with. She hadn't practiced her cello in nearly a week and she needed to start back today or risk getting off her practice schedule.

"Your mother and I have been talking about this, Kaitlyn, and we believe that we have come up with a decision."

"A decision for what?" Kaitlyn was confused.

"For the past six years, we have sent you to school in Boston. You have been away from us for far too long. We believe that it is past due time to bring you back to Newport, where you belong. We want you to attend Harbor, while we live here with you. We regret not being as a family for as long as we have. It has been a mistake on all of our faults, and I believe, along with your mother, that we should at least try to start now, rebuilding our family, step by step."

Kaitlyn was shocked. She wasn't going back to Boston? But why? She loved the school. It was so wonderful, and all of her friends lived there. What would she do now if she was sent back to Harbor? She hadn't been in Newport schools for so long, and now all of her friends would hate her. She couldn't go to school here. She would have no friends, be way ahead of everyone, and be bored out of her mind.

"But father, I believe that the best decision would be to send me back to school in Boston." Kaitlyn wrung her hands together, fearful of what her father would say.

"No, Kaitlyn. We disagree."

"But father--"

"Our decision is final." Jimmy held Julie's hand tightly. She had been nervous also about the decision and Kaitlyn's reaction.

Kaitlyn stood and, in fury and hatred, ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Do you think she will be okay?" asked Julie.

Jimmy kissed the top of Julie's head. "I know that she will be just fine."

Julie kissed Jimmy softly on the lips. "The bedroom?"

Jimmy grinned. He pulled her towards him and ran his hand down her back towards her skirt. He began to pull the skirt down her legs, revealing her pink underwear. He pulled her tank top up over her head, revealing her large, succulent breasts. He began to suckle on them softly, then kissed his way down to her underwear, which he removed with a quick swipe of the hand. Julie unbuttoned his shirt, kissing her hairy chest, and made her way down to his pants. She unbuttoned them, unzipping them slowly. Jimmy groaned. "After all these years we still have great sex."

Julie smiled and began to slowly pull his boxers to his feet, throwing them to the floor. That was when Jimmy suddenly took her up in his arms and laid her on the table. He climbed up behind her, straddling her, and began to kiss her passionately. In a frustrated hurry he jerked down her panties and began to enter her, hot and sweaty, he ran his hands up and down her body, kissing every part of her face, as he went deeper and deeper into her. She moaned in ecstasy. "Yes, Jimmy, yes!"

Jimmy messaged her breasts sensually, then kissed her neck and nibbled on her lower lip. "Julie…"

Julie clawed her hands into his back, moaning with pleasure. Finally, he rolled off of her and stood there, on the floor, staring at her body. "You're so damn beautiful. After all of these years, you still amaze me with your beauty."

Julie smiled and sat up. "Make love to me…again…"

Jimmy grabbed her and kissed her passionately, then carried her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind himself.

Kaitlyn sat in the chair, the cello resting between her legs as she moved the bow over the strings. She closed her eyes, listening as she played. It even soothed her, her own beautiful music. That was when the door opened. She turned and saw Zach walking in, turning and locking the door behind himself. She smiled but continued to play.

"It's beautiful." Zach walked over to her and began to kiss her neck. "Just like you are."

Zach began to unlace her shirt from the back, sliding it down her shoulders, down her arms, towards her hands. She stopped long enough to let she shirt fall to her lap. He was already undressing himself, down to his boxer briefs. Kaitlyn couldn't take it any longer. She dropped the cello, letting it crash to the floor, and turned to see Zach. She quickly kicked off her pants and unsnapped her bra, then ran towards him. She cupped one hand on either side of his face, kissing him passionately. She reached down and began to fondle his manhood before falling to her knees and pulling his boxers to his feet. She watched as he knelt down beside her and gently took one of her breasts, caressing it with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure, and then rolled so that she straddled him. She slid her own panties to her feet, and then let him enter her, moaning as she moved above him.

Later, she played for him, bare naked. He loved to listen to her play after they made love. He loved to watch her, to hear the beautiful music she made. Zach loved this girl so very much.

Seth went deeper and deeper into Summer as he pressed his body against her own in the shower. She moaned with pleasure as the water beat down on her face. Her well lathered hands messaged his scalp, his back, his ass. She moaned as she wrapped her legs around him, crying out as he went harder and harder. "Yes!" she moaned. "Yes, Seth! Yes!" He ran his hands up and down her body, messaging and suckling her breasts with such care.

"I love you, Summer," he mumbled so sensually. "I love you."

She dug her hands into his back as he went harder and harder and harder, the two climaxing to the ceiling.

Marissa sat on the bed, reading her magazine, when Ryan entered. He was wearing his wife beater and a pair of dark blue jeans. She smiled, glancing up at him, wearing her silk nightgown. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," he said, sitting down beside her.

She could see his strong muscles even through the wife beater. They flexed as he moved, his well toned pecks and six pack. She kissed him gently on the lips. They were doing well in their relationship. Marissa felt that she really loved Ryan with all her heart. Probably because she did. She ran her hand along his stomach as he lay beside her. Then he began to kiss her again. Passionately. He ran his hand up her nightgown. He felt the woman part of her, then her breasts, which he messaged ever so softly.

"Ryan…"

He kissed her harder. She ran her hand up the back of his shirt, then pulled it over his head. Ryan was already pulling the night gown up and off her shoulders. She moaned pleasantly as he kissed her small breasts, massaging them with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure. He unbuttoned his pants, slipping them down off his legs and kicked them to the floor. Ryan struggled to pull her panties down her legs, throwing them across the pool house, then began to enter her with quick, forceful thrusts. She moaned in ecstasy. "Yes!" she cried. "Yes, Ryan! Love me! Love me!"

When they had finished, Marissa lay beside Ryan, stroking his smooth chest lovingly. "It was wonderful," she said, kissing his neck.

"You were wonderful," he said.

They kissed softly.

Everything would be okay.

Everyone in Newport was in love. Everyone was loved.

Maybe everything was going to work out after all.

Kirstin lay on her bed staring at the picture of Sandy. She missed him so much, she had loved him so much, but she knew in her heart that it was time to move on.