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Chapter 19
Palm Springs Weekend
DPOV
Our tongues swirl around each others mouth as I deepen the kiss. My hands are everywhere squeezing her hip, her boob, my fingers find her face, then her hair as I pull a little. Our lips are practically swollen from this make out and I have never wanted her more in my life. Brenda gasps as I kiss her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. I bite down hard enough that I know I'll leave a mark before sucking that same spot tenderly again.
"Do you know how badly I want you Bren?" My words fall out in a low growl as my hands explore. Up her legs, gripping the crease where her hips meet her thighs, squeezing her waist so hard she hisses in a breath. "God you're so sexy, I've wanted you for so long." I'm a mumbling idiot when it comes to her and I don't care. My dick is hard as a rock. No like stone. I don't think I've ever felt my dick this hard in my whole life. I trace her hips with my fingers and feel Brenda's whole body light up in goose bumps. She moans a little and I groan, my mouth claiming hers quickly. "I want you so fucking bad it hurts." I say against her mouth. She pushes at my chest a little. I go in to attack her mouth again and she turns her head.
"Dylan…we've got to stop." Brenda breaths.
I back away and look into her eyes. She is hot and bothered as much as I am. I stare, her hair messy like she's been freshly fucked and her lips swollen and red. She looks so hot.
She must see my expression because she smiles and moves quickly towards me again. Her hot mouth sucks my lips then her tongue swirls around mine lusciously. Her hand on my face, my hand grips her hair again. My dick is so hard it hurts, it physically hurts me, it presses against my jeans and the ache shoots down into my balls. FUCK. I pull away. Blue balls are fucking real. I don't care who says they aren't.
"Yeah…we got to stop…I'm dying here." I don't mean the tone but I do. It's in the moment and honest. I've literally been in blue ball hell for weeks. She looks surprised at my outburst.
"Dylan." She says quietly.
"Brenda…we've been going out for two months now. I have been absolutely faithful to you and all I get are a bunch of promises and a lot of I'm sorry." I'm aware I might be on that thin line of being a douche nugget right now but I want her…I NEED HER. I seriously might combust. We've been together for two months, I've been crazy in love with her for nine!
"I'm sorry." She says again.
"Don't be sorry…be friendly." I smile at her and touch her hair softly.
She doesn't smile back. She looks positively scared shitless. She looks down with a shake of her head. "I can't tonight."
I look straight ahead and sigh. It's the same all the damn time. We get further and further. Our make outs bring us both to hormone hell and she has some excuse.
"How bout next weekend?" Come on Brenda please don't make me beg you. I will really really feel like a douche nugget.
"I'm…going to Palm Springs with Kelly and Donna next weekend." She speaks quietly.
"Presidents day weekend!" My voice raises, "You're going to spend 3 days in Palm Springs with Kelly and Donna?" I yell.
"What's wrong with that?" Gone is the sweet gentle quiet voice. Now it's defensive as shit.
I sigh, I don't want to fight. I really don't. I look down and take a deep breath, "How bout I get us a room?" I look at her.
"Where?" She asks still a little heated.
"In…Palm Springs. Kelly and Donna can drop you off at the hotel and you can tell your parents your staying with them and then we'll have 3 whole days to spend together."
She swallows hard, "I don't know." She says nervously.
My hand squeezes her shoulder thats around her back, "Yes…you do." My voice is sweet and soft. There is an undertone of sexuality behind it. I give her my trademark smirk.
She stares at me and I lift my eyebrows to her. My hand snakes into her hair as I grip her neck and head fondly. She bites her lip thinking. It's unbelievably cute and then she does something that makes me giddy like a girl…she smiles. FUCK YES!
I don't see Brenda much during the week but I do book us a suite at the Desert Mirage. It's a go. She's actually agreed not just with a smile but with words. I promised I would make it special and romantic and its time. The truth is, I don't want to be with anyone else. I've proved that I'm devoted and faithful. I haven't touched a girl in months, several months and I haven't had sex in a hell of a lot longer. My need and hormones aside. I want to take this step. To make her mine in every way. To finally have sex with someone I love. It's my first time too in a weird way. I love her and she loves me. I can't wait to spend the weekend together.
After school I drive to Palm Springs and check in. Brenda is suppose to be here by six. Six turns into seven and then it's eight. I know there was traffic on the way but I said goodbye to Brenda at school. They were leaving straight. I on the other hand went home changed, gassed up the Porsche and left later. Here I was arrived and checked in and Brenda was no where to be seen. Finally I went down to the hotel bar. I thought maybe I'd look around for her. I ordered a coke and asked to use the phone. It was after 8:30 now. Not wanting to call her house I called the Pit. I remembered Brenda saying that Brandon had to miss Palm Springs this weekend because Nat was in a bind and he needed to work the whole weekend. Brandon was pissed, Kelly was pissed, it was a thing.
It rang twice and I hoped Brandon was there and working.
"Brandon, is that you?" I could hear the juke box music playing and noise behind him.
"Dylan." He laughs, "I didn't know you were in town."
"I'm not…uh…I'm in Palm Springs."
"Yeah you and everybody else. Including Brenda."
Oh shit he has no idea I was in on this trip. "Uh…do you know where she is?"
"She's with Kelly and Donna." His voice changes, he's thinking too much.
"Yeah…but…um…they were suppose to drop her off at my hotel."
Silence…I'm about to say something but he speaks up, "To stay with you?"
Fuck me… "No." I can't lie to my best friend. I mean he was so bummed about missing this weekend with Kelly. He has to understand right? "Well…yeah."
Brandon sighs out loud. He is not amused. "Maybe she changed her mind." WOW ok I'll leave that there. Brandon is the biggest hypocrite I know. It's fine for him, but god forbid his sister shacks up with a guy, no not just some guy, its me her boyfriend of two months or 9 months practically whatever same fucking difference. Again I leave it there.
"She didn't call or anything?" Then my fear creeps in. Did she? Did she change her mind? Would she stand me up?
"Nah…you know how those girls are when their together. All they were talking about were all the guys they were going to hook Donna up with. Scamming I think they said."
I shook my head, now I knew Brandon was full of shit. I'm sure…he would not be ok with Kelly scamming on guys. No. He was just saying this to piss me off.
"Great." I said unamused. "Look ummm I'm at the Desert Mirage, so tell her I called if you talk to her?"
Brandon is quiet for a second, "Sure…have fun."
"Yeah." Right. "You too." I mean the guy is stuck at work. Part of me feels bad for him the other part of me wants to punch him. We hang up and my mind swirls with what if. What if she did change her mind? What if she is chickening out? What if she met some guy here and forgot all about me? What if they got in an accident? Or had a change of plans? I sigh and look up and my eyes meet a familiar face. She is whispering to her friend but she is definitely staring at me. I try to place her, I know her.
"Remember me?" She says sweetly and it hits me.
I smile back, "Janie?"
She grins and nods, "Yeah." I whisper as a million memories come back to me. Janie grew up across the street from me. I hadn't seen her in what seemed like forever. I moved a lot and we had moved from that house when I was about 8 years old. Here it was 8 years later and Janie well…she wasn't 8 years old anymore. Nope she was all grow up. All grown up and hot. I grabbed my coke and joined her and her friend. We caught up and laughed. She told stories about us making mud pies and swimming in her parents pool. We rode bikes and played house. No not that kind of house. We were friends. Platonic little boy and little girl, friends. I gave her my room number and we agreed to have breakfast together the next morning. She had late dinner plans with the friend she was with but she promised we'd catch up tomorrow. Man what a trip. Janie. What a small world. As I made my way back to my room, Janie moved out of my mind and Brenda crept back in. I hope she was okay, wherever she was.
BPOV
I was so nervous about this weekend. Kelly and Donna kept my mind off stuff. I could always count on the girls to make me laugh. Donna had brought three bags to school to take to Palm Springs. She joked about needing to have choices. She dressed depending on what kind of guys she would meet. High school guys, College guys, Grad school guys, drop out guys. She couldn't dress the same for all guys. I mean she had a point. Steve's house was a no go but to all of our surprise David Silver was now accompanying us and offered his grandparents house. Kelly was not thrilled. She called him a geek and gave Steve a massive amount of shit for it. When we made it to Palm Springs I was in awe. There were literally kids everywhere. I never in a million years pictured this. I mean in Minnesota, when we would go down to the lake, it was filled with kids on long weekends or in the summer but it was nothing like this. We stopped and got gas and I tagged along with Donna to the restroom to relieve myself and for Donna to change out of her school clothes. As we walked back to Kelly's car my nerves spiked again.
"Madame Marseille, your sweetheart awaits. What's wrong?" Kelly notices right away.
"Its weird I mean I want to be with Dylan and everything but part of me just wants to get it over with. Like I'm the last person that hasn't done it yet ." I say honestly.
Kelly smiles, "Brenda…you are."
Donna gently smacks her arm, "You are not. You're gonna like it. Probably…maybe?" Like she'd know.
"Listen…who would you rather be with…Dylan McKay or David Silver?"
I look at David. Poor kid he was sweet but Kelly was right he was a geek. I looked at her. Of course I'd rather be with Dylan. I'd rather be with Dylan over anyone to be honest.
"Look Dylan is a wonderful guy, you're going to have a great time." Donna says sincerely.
"Plus you brought protection right so there is nothing to be worried about." Kelly added.
"Right! I mean I love him and he loves me. It's going to be great, right?"
"Absolutely." Kelly smiles and I look between my friends and finally relax.
I shake my hands out and smile. The girls hug me tightly. This was it, I was going to finally have sex. No scratch that, I was finally going to have sex with Dylan McKay. I've imagined it, dreamed it since I met him. He had a way of making me wet just by thinking about him. I had never felt the feelings I was feeeling with anyone before him. Not only in my heart but that boy did things to my body. Weird sensations that I hope never went away.
When I finally make it to the hotel I smile wide as I literally try to make it through the lobby of the hotel without getting whacked with a football. It's like a college dorm. There are again kids everywhere. It's loud, some are drinking, some are dancing…no parents in sight. It's amazing. I make it without a concussion to the front desk.
"Good evening." The man says from behind the counter. He looks me up and down and there is a hint of annoyance in his face. I get the impression he doesn't like working at this place during Presidents Day weekend.
"Hi." I smile, "I'm meeting my…" Boyfriend seems seedy right? Do I look like a hooker? "Dylan McKay, he checked in earlier." The man looks me up and down and now has a smirk on his face. It isn't a sexy smirk its a you are about to fuck your teenage boyfriend smirk and I blush for no god damn reason. He eyes me but types a few things into the computer.
"Are you sure it was the Desert Palm Mirage?" He asks me not finding Dylan's reservation.
"Yes I'm sure." My tone is defensive as he stares at me. Wait am I? "I think." I add now trying to remember my conversation with Dylan. We talked numerous times about this weekend. He told me about a suite and he promised romance and an amazing weekend for our first time. The conversations repeat in my mind and all I remember for sure is the word sex sex sex. Not the name of the hotel.
"You think?" The rude desk guy snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Or was it the Palm Desert Mirage." The man rolls his eyes, "or the Palm Springs Desert Mirage."
The man is annoyed beyond belief and there is a line starting to form behind me of late arrivers. "Did you write the name down." He shakes his head, talking to me like I'm a child. I mean I must look like a child to him. A sixteen year old who probably looks like a virgin who is suppose to meet her boyfriend for hot parent free blissful sex in a hotel room.
"Of course." I bring my most mature voice out. "I forgot about that." I shuffle through my purse. "I've been just so excited since I got here." Nothing. My purse is filled with condoms and lipstick no wallet. "Oh my god." I say out loud riffling though my small bag like magically the wallet will appear. I must have dropped it in Kelly's car. "I lost my wallet." I add.
The desk man now rolls his eyes hugely as I stare at him. "Look miss. There is no Dylan McKay here." His finger points a few feet away to the pay phones. "Maybe you can call him."
I nod and sigh moving towards the payphone. I grab the white pages. Opening it to Silver. There are 25 Silvers in the book. I don't know what David's grandparents names are. I debated calling every single one until I slam the white pages closed.
"I don't believe this." I pout, turn and huff. Tears fill my eyes.
"Miss…are you okay?"
I look towards the bell boy, "No." I shake my head. He's older than me but maybe only by a few years. He has dark black hair. Dopey looking but handsome. I continue the verbal diarrhea out of my mouth, "I was suppose to meet my boyfriend here. Or it was a place that sounded like here. But I lost the address…well I lost my wallet, I lost my friends, and every single name of every stupid hotel in this stupid town sounds exactly alike. They either start with Palm Desert or Mirage. I mean how is anybody suppose to find anybody?"
The bell boy smiles at my rant listening intently. He shrugs, "Maybe you should call home?"
"No." I say loudly, "I'm suppose to be with my friends how would I ever explain that to my parents? I don't even have a place to stay tonight." I'm freaking out. What the hell am I going to do?
"I live right around the corner, you can stay with me, I get off at midnight." The bellboy smiles a handsome smile at me as I stare at him. He could be a serial killer or a rapist. Every red flag waves in my brain. No No No this is not a good idea. "My name is Tom." He holds out his hand.
I timidly shake his hand, "Brenda." Crap. I was suppose to be feeling wonderful with Dylan and now I'm stuck with Tom.
I tell him that he is very sweet but I can't stay at his place. Tom proving to be pretty damn nice sets me up in a broom closet with a cot. He asks me 5 times if I'm sure he can't take me back to his place and I say no. How would I explain that to Dylan? Sorry Dylan I couldn't find you so I decided to go home with the bellboy, a stranger. No I couldn't do that.
"Brenda are you sure you want to stay here? I feel terrible leaving you like this."
"I'm fine, it's very sweet of you to care."
He looks deep within my eyes, "Just come back to my place, I'll sleep on the floor…no funny business." He smiles and I notice he isn't that dopey looking after all. He's cute, maybe 19 he is sweet.
"No…it's ok but thank you." I smile.
Tom takes a pen and paper out of his pocket. "Here is my number and my address, just in case you need me or change your mind." He hands me the piece of paper.
"Thanks." I reply as I watch him walk away. At least I know I have options. I know thats a shitty thing to say but my life is so wrapped up in Dylan. I mean what if it doesn't last? I must be going crazy.
I'm awoken by the house keeper at 7am. She is as surprised to see me in the broom closet as I myself already am. I didn't sleep at all. It was dusty and smelly and all I thought about was how the fuck did I get myself into this situation. I've been so preoccupied and nervous about sex with Dylan I forgot all about how to be anal. This isn't like me, not to be prepared. Not to have my wallet or numbers in case of an emergency. To not know where the hell my friends are. What is wrong with me?
As I loiter in the lobby until at least eight I finally decide to call home. Now that it isn't 11 o'clock at night I feel like I can maybe get around the lie that I'm actually with Kelly and Donna when I'm really all alone in Palm Springs. I dial home and to my disappointment my mother answers.
"Good morning honey…are you having a good time?" My mother is sweet and chipper this morning and I swallow tears.
"Yeah. Everything is wonderful." I swallow hard, my voice shaking trying not to cry to her. "Well…I was just checking in because I know how much you worry."
"Awww and here I thought you might be homesick." God I am.
"Is that Bren?" I hear my brother in the back ground. "Is everything alright?" I hear my father too.
"Oh yeah…she's having a great time." My mother tells them. I take a deep breath.
"Mom…is Brandon there?" I literally am on the verge of a break down.
"Yeah he is right here, it's Brenda." I hear her tell him and the best voice I've heard in hours comes through.
"Hey Bren…how's paradise?" I can hear the smile in my brothers voice and I break.
"Brandon do you know where Dylan is?" I rush out. "Look I was suppose to meet him here, I went to the wrong hotel, I lost my wallet, I have no idea how to get a hold of Kelly and Donna…I had to sleep in a broom closet and if you tell mom and dad I will kill you."
"Oh my God." He utters, "She is having a great time." I hear him probably talking to my parents.
"Did Dylan tell you where he was staying?"
His voice is quiet the next time he speaks, He practically whispers, "Uh…the Desert Mirage. He called last night looking for you."
"Was he going to stay there and wait for me?" YES thank you Brandon! I love you!
I hear my brother take a deep breath, "I don't know…Kelly and Donna are at David Silver's grandparents house. Henry Silver, Steve said it's the only one in the book."
"Thanks…I got to go." I rush out but he interrupts me.
"Hey Brenda wait…where ya gonna be?" Seriously? I don't have time for his big brother judgements.
"Where do you think?" I say to him and I hear his disapproval through the phone. He's silent so I say goodbye and hang up. I do NOT need a lecture about sex with Dylan from my brother.
An hour later I run into Tom, he's on duty again and after explaining that I finally know what hotel, he gives me ten bucks and I'm able to catch a cab to the Desert Mirage. Fucking A one word off. I still can't believe myself. Plus how nice is Tom? I briefly wonder if I'll ever see him again.
I walk down the hall after finding out Dylan is indeed here still and the front desk gives me his room number no questions asked. Well shit this hotel is better than Desert Palm Mirage of judgey bitchy front desk guys. I try to calm myself. After the night I had, all I want to do is kiss Dylan, take a shower and wash the broom closet off me so we can finally start this romantic three day weekend, preferably naked.
I come to the Ambassador's suite and smile. I take a deep breath, lift my hand and knock. After a few seconds the door opens and Dylan is there, hot as fuck in a white t-shirt and a smile.
"Brenda….hi." he says excitedly.
I don't explain my night, there is time for that, instead I fall in his arms. I close my eyes as he holds me. He smells amazing and I feel warmth spread down my body. My eyes open and as I look into the suite I see a girl, in a sports bra and jeans, sitting comfortably on the couch, drinking orange juice.
Anger rips through me as I push Dylan away from me. "What the fuck?" I say out loud.
Dylan just looks at me like he doesn't understand what came over me. "I don't believe this." I say angrily.
Dylan looks inside to see what I'm looking at. "Wait I can explain." Oh look at that, a lightbulb, he gets it. It's a miracle.
"Did she spend the night?" I yell.
He doesn't answer the question, which does not go past me, "You were suppose to be here at six." Are you fucking serious?
"Oh so you just picked up on someone else?" I yell louder.
"It's not how it looks." He shakes his head and the stupid jerk looks cute and I hate him.
"I knew I couldn't trust you." Tears fill my eyes, angry tears. With all the bullshit insecurities I've been going through these past couple of months. Our talk about such insecurities, this is what he does.
He is quiet, his eyes are guilty but there is a tick in his jaw that shows me he's pissed at me too. Then the fucking slunt speaks. Both our heads turn towards her.
"Dylan." Her voice is whiney and nasally, "Should I come back later?" She is holding her shoes and I swear to god I want to pummel her.
"No…you stay, I'll leave." I say with my voice still raised. My eyes look into Dylan's, " I never want to see you again." My voice breaks and I know I don't want him to see me cry. I turn and walk down the hallway away from the handsome white t-shirt wearing boy I love.
"BRENDA." Dylan yells after me. "NOTHING HAPPENED!" He claims loudly, I turn give him a dirty look.
"Yeah…right." I breath with a shake of my head and continue down the hallway.
"Oh Damn it." he curses but I don't turn around.
When I make it down into the lobby I'm fuming. "Come on Brenda…totally faithful for months…HA!" I yell. "How bogus! You know there are plenty of guys interested in me…plenty! I've been so blind. AHHHHH." I round the corner and take a deep breath seeing a line at the pay phones. I'm aware I'm walking through the lobby talking to myself like a crazy person so I try to settle down. "Ok." I whisper, "Ok." Tears fill my eyes again. Plenty of guys…but I'm in love with one. Fuck that…fuck this. I came all the way here to to be with Dylan and my god Janie doesn't get to have him. I turn and hurry back to the elevator. This time when I come back to Dylan's door, which by the way…I still can't believe he didn't rush after me. Asshole. I knock with more force than before.
Janie that bitch answers, I move past her dropping my duffle bag to the ground. "Where's Dylan?" I have my back towards her as I cross my arms.
"He's in the bathroom." Her voice I can't stand her. "Listen I'm Janie." She sticks her hand out and I look down at the offending thing. Does she want me to break her hand, did that hand touch Dylan? Cause I fucking will. I don't move my hand to reach her, instead my eyes travel up to meet her eyes as I glare at her. "Brenda I'm really glad you came back so we can discuss this like mature individuals." THIS BITCH! Mature? Oh I have no intention of being mature. I just caught you with my boyfriend in a hotel he reserved for me. ME JANIE, you hussy tramp in a tank top!
"Janie?" She nods like the dumb bitch she is. "Is this your purse?" I smirk and move towards it.
"Yeah." She nods again. This girl has shit for brains. I grab it and open the front door and hurl it out into the hallway. It hits the door that is across the hall. She chases after it.
"What are you doing?" She cries from in the hallway and I slam the door in her face. Fuck off Janie.
I walk in looking at the bed. Did he sleep with her? It's made. I hear the bathroom door open behind me, "Hi." His voice is sweet and I turn quickly.
"Hi…Janie had to leave." He nods and knows he isn't going to get out of this that easily.
"Did you sleep with her?" I stand tall looking for any indication he is about to lie to me.
"No" he shakes his head with a faint smirk, "I didn't." His voice is cocky.
"Then what was she doing here?"
He smiles a little, I'm not sure if he is enjoying my jealousy or he is amused. Either way he owes me an explanation.
"She grew up across the street from me." He says it like that's suppose to make it all better.
"And you wanted to sleep with her right?"
"Brenda." He shakes his head.
"Yes or No!" I glare.
"Well…yes…in a theoretical kind of thing." Ugh ASSHOLE!
I shake my head, "I can't believe this."
"What do you want me to do lie about it? Wanting and doing are two different things."
"Alright then." I storm towards the bed. "Let's just do it. Let's just do it and get it over with." His eyes widen as he looks at me, "I mean…I'm a normal female, you're a normal male, you have needs I have needs…lets just do it and get it over with."
"Brenda." He breathes unsure if I'm serious.
"Dylan." I stare at him, "Stop talking and take off your clothes."
He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
DPOV
No this isn't the way I wanted this to go. I understand Brenda's anger. It looked bad but it wasn't like that. Janie came over this morning to have breakfast. We caught up and she was here for maybe 20 minutes before Brenda showed up.
"No. I don't want too." I say seriously. Her eyes widen.
"Are you serious?" She hisses. "Do you want to have sex with me or not?"
I look at her cute angry face and shake my head, "Why don't you come sit down."
She grunts and moves towards the door. I have every intention of following her this time if she leaves. Before I didn't want to leave Janie in my room alone. I mean I knew the girl when she was young but I didn't know much about her now? What if she locked me out? Robbed me? Who fucking knows. Instead of leaving she grabs her duffle bag by the door and storms into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
I take a deep breath as I hear the shower turn on. Well at least she didn't leave? I sit and wait for her. She is in the god damn bathroom for an hour. When she finally emerges, she is freshly showed. She has her hair in a thick black headband, her bangs neatly brushed down her forehead, a white t-shirt tucked in to a black and white floral skirt. She looks beautiful. I smile at her.
She crosses her arms, "Can you drive me to David Silver's grandparents house?"
"No." I shake my head.
"Fine then can I borrow 10 bucks to take a cab then?"
I look at her weird. I would give her anything but I don't want her to leave. "I lost my wallet. I'll pay you back." She explains.
I walk towards her, "No…you aren't taking a cab, I'll take you."
"You don't have too." She acts indifferent.
"Yeah." I nod, "yeah I do." I stare at her. Is this how we are ending our weekend? She's finally here. "Stay. Let's get some breakfast…talk."
"I don't want to talk to you. I just want to go." She huffs a little, "Fine take me to David's, drop me off and do your duty."
"Brenda…you're not being fair."
"Fair! I made a full of myself and you turned me down, now that wasn't fair."
"I didn't turn you down…I just don't want to be pressured into it."
Brenda breaths out a laugh, "Well…now you know how it feels don't you?"
Fuck she's right. "Please stay with me Bren. We can get some breakfast, go down to the pool. I'm really sorry, let's not waste this weekend over a misunderstanding."
She seems to think about it long and hard, "I can bring you to David's grandparents if you want but please don't leave angry." I give her my best puppy eyes.
She sighs and uncrosses her arms, "Fine." She finally agrees and even though I smile, she does not.
We have breakfast down in the cafe. She is quiet but I can tell she is calming a little. I see her look out the glass windows that over look the pool.
"You want to head upstairs, get our suits on?" She looks at me and after staring into each other's eyes she finally smiles at little and agrees.
It only takes us a few minutes to get ready and soon we are down at the hotel pool. She lounges on one of the loungers as I watch her from the ledge of the pool. She has her sunglasses over her eyes so I don't know if she is looking at me too. Two girls wearing barely there bikinis pass by me, my first reaction is to let my eyes follow them but instead I look at the way Brenda's royal blue bikini sits on her breasts. She isn't overly big but the top pushes her breasts up making delicious cleavage. Her taut waist is flat and toned. She is fair and her skin glows like porcelain. Her tiny blue bottoms fit her to a tee and my eyes focus on the triangle that houses her most private area. I can't see her eyes and because I'm wearing sunglasses too she can't see mine either. I feel her watching me though. Girls passing by but I only have eyes for her. I bring my finger up and beckon her to come join me. She sits up, moving her glasses down her nose then finally, fucking finally she smiles at me. She gets up to move towards me and I stand near the ledge. She sits upon it, dangling her feet and legs into the pool. I move closer. My chest against her legs. She opens them a little and I move closer and wrap my arms around her hips.
"I am sorry." I say again.
She sighs, leaning back on her hands, "I know." She says quietly. She takes a deep breath, "I'm sorry too."
I enclose my arms tighter around her hips and lift her, I lower us both in the pool as I feel her legs wrap around my waist. Her arms wrap around my neck as I wade deeper into the pool away from the ledge. My nose hits hers. "Kiss and make up?"
She smiles and encloses her warm lips around mine. It's soft and gentle and as I get deeper into it she puts away.
"You didn't kiss her did you?" She says with a pout.
I growl, "Brenda I don't believe you." I go to push her away but I feel her legs lock tighter around my mid section.
"Well it's not like I haven't had opportunities."
What the fuck? I make a face, "When did you have an opportunity?"
"Look what does it matter, wanting and doing are two different things. I mean thats what you told me when I caught you with whats her name."
"Psssh…her name was Janie and that was totally different."
"Well his name was Tom and that was totally different."
I stare at her, who the fuck is… "Tom…Tom." I say his name like it's acid, "Thomas…Tom."
She tickles me and pretends to smack me as I pull us deeper into the middle of the pool, "Stop." She laughs as I continue to make fun of "Fucking Tom".
We stare into each others dark glasses, My arms pull her closer against me as she relaxes into my arms. I kiss her. I kiss her with every passionate bone in my body. Our tongues mix sweetly as we finally really make up.
"I love you." I whisper against her hot mouth.
She smirks and pecks me once more, "I love you too."
We spend the day at the pool. And when we get back to the room, after room service dinner, Brenda calls the girls to check in and it turned out David's grandparents were actually home. After Kelly complained a little about the lack of teenage freedom. Brenda whispers into the phone. I don't know what Kelly is saying but Brenda whispers "No…not yet." And I assume maybe she is talking about sex. She hangs up the phone and nervous silence energy surrounds us. I move first and look down at her as she sits on the couch. I hold my hand out, she hesitantly takes it and I pull her to her feet. I pull her gently towards the bed. She is quiet and instead of talking I kiss her once we reach it. The taste of her tongue is sweet like the cola she just drank and it intensifies my want for her. I don't know what I want. I don't know if this is the right time. I don't want to beg or pressure her. Instead I kiss her with wild abandonment and let her tell me what this looks like. I'd be happy to lay besides her and hold her all night as we slept. I also was a 16 year old horny boy in love with this sweet girl in my arms. My desire for her overwhelmed me. I dropped my lips to her neck and press my fingers between her legs so I could feel the heat through her cut off shorts she now wore. Despite how much I ached for her, I really didn't want to force her. I also wanted to make this moment last however far we'd go. I pulled my hand back and slid it up her stomach to her chest, where the peaks of her perfect breasts were suspended by a black tank top. The peaks of her cleavage from her swimsuit looked good enough to eat, which was funny because I literally just ate dinner.
I stopped and stared and before I could even think, her tank top was pulled over her head. My eyes settle on her breasts again. I absently licked my lips and she reaches behind to undo her swimsuit top. I reach around to help her and she drops her arms just as I unhook it. As soon as it came loose, I pushed it up her chest to release her breasts and lowered my mouth to her nipples. They rose to attention when a twirled my tongue around them.
Her skin was sweet and smelled of citrus and sunblock, it was intoxicating. I kiss the soft curve below her right breast before moving towards the other one. Her tiny fingers grip my hair as she moans. I reach down to unbutton her shorts as my lips find hers again. I massage her breast roughly as she shimmies out of her cut offs.
"Can I take this off." I grab the non clasped fabric of her top. She shyly nods as I pull it off and drop it to our feet. The sight of her newly slightly tanned body as she stands before me topless only in her bathing suit bottoms made my mouth water, inciting a thirst that could only be quenched in one way.
I reach behind me as my eyes find hers. I gathered the top of my t-shirt in my hand pulling it over my head in one swift motion. I still had my board shorts on so I leave them as my arms circle around her waist as I kiss her deeply. I lower myself to the bed taking her with me. We kiss hungrily and then I switch dominance, turning her sensually towards the mattress as I hover over her. I take her in, laying there beautiful. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the bedroom and my breath catches in my throat as I try to speak.
It comes out rough, "You're so beautiful." I whisper. She smiles nervous now.
"We can do whatever you want Bren. No pressure."
Brenda smiles and then she reaches down and pulls one of the side ties to her bikini bottom. I lean up to my knees and look down. My eyes meet hers as she reaches for the other side. My fingers meet hers. I caress them gently before taking a hold of the string and pul. The tiny triangle opens as I stare. I groan and look towards her face but she look to the right embarrassed, trying to hide her eyes.
My hand caresses her thigh, "You don't ever have to hide from me." I whisper heartfelt. Her eyes meet mine and slowly a small smile spreads across her sweet face. I look down again. When I see her essence I feel like I might cry. It was perfectly groomed and triangular. Like the heart of her femininity. I absently lower myself, my head in between her legs, not even asking if it was alright. I had one train of thought. I want to lick it.
"Dylan." She squirms and tries to cover herself. "I don't know…you don't have too." She responds like she was reading my mind.
I look up at her, "I want too. I mean…if it's okay with you."
"I've never…no one…have you…before?" She stutters nervously.
I swallow hard, "Um yeah…twice maybe."
She looks to the right and I move over her so she has to look at me. "Hey." She looks into my eyes. "I love you…I want to make you feel good. If you want to stop just tell me. We'll stop."
She stares at me for what seems like several minutes then she nods slowly. She looks terrified, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah…I'm just embarrassed I guess." She admits.
I lower myself down hovering over her again, our eyes again, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Do you trust me?"
She swallows hard and nods again, "Yeah." She whispers.
I smile at her before I kiss my way down the middle of her torso. I plant a kiss right at her pubic line and she shutters. My tongue sweeps through her curls as I get settled in between her legs again. I gently part her legs. Her desire glistening in the dim bedroom. I groan as I look at it and she giggles covering her mouth.
I lean in slowly and dart my tongue against her warm heat. She tenses under me but doesn't say anything. I do it again this time a few times, she lest out the lightest sigh and it isn't long before she is dripping wet.
I lap at her slit with enthusiasm I didn't know I had in me. She tastes good.
"Oh my god." She whispers surprised as I pick up the pace, flicking her swollen bud with my tongue in small firm circles. I keep my mouth on her as she arches her back. "You're going to make me come." She breathes.
I think about stopping, she's primed and ready. She is so wet maybe it wouldn't hurt her as much if I put myself inside her like this, I note this possibility. I don't stop, she is too delicious and the sexy sounds of her panting spurs me on. She starts jerking a little and I know she is on brink. I want to quench my thirst with her pleasure
I stick my index finger to my knuckle and she groans loudly. I pump it slowly as I continue my assault with quick circles.
I seriously didn't know a girl could be so wet, it was so hot my dick grew harder. I groan into her center and she moans loudly. Seriously she was slick and delicious and sweet. She smells amazing and I knew I couldn't say any of this out loud. This was for my own thoughts.
I curl my finger inside her as I lap at her bud, my lips slippery with her silk.
"I'm coming." She whispers, sinking her fingers into the comforter beneath her.
A moment later, her body jerks so hard she nearly sat up and I ride out her orgasm keeping pace as the taste of her bliss causes me to groan.
She spasms when I tried to touch her clit after that, as if my fingers were electrified.
When her breathing slows, I drag my mouth against her inner thigh and prop myself up.
She looks as if she could barely keep her eyes open. "Oh my god." She pants. "Oh my fucking god." She giggles and I laugh too.
"Good?" I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Incredible." She breathes.
I smile proud of myself. I liked her sated and satisfied. She looks flushed and sexy and I make a mental note to do this to her whenever I have the chance. I crawl up to her and kiss her gently before pulling her to lay her head on my bare chest. She doesn't relax long, she lifts to her knees and looks down at me. Her eyes dip down my chest to the trail of hair above my waistband.
No words are spoken as I pull the string of my bathing suit, pushing them down my hips. I admire the way the dim light glows against her curves as she sits to my right. I feel my swollen cock surge under the gaze of her attention.
She reaches for it and strokes me until my whole face twists.
"Fuck." I breath, her taste still on my lips as I watch her.
By the time she leans forward and licks my head, it was all I could do not to faint. Oh my god this was happening.
Finally, she twirls her tongue around my sensitive tip, flashes her big blue eyes at me, and sinks me against the back of her throat.
I almost came right then. Holy fuck. How did she know how to do this? After two bobs of her head, I needed something to hold on to, so I rest a palm against her soft hair and let my head fall back as she sucks me.
"Fuck." I mouth, but no sound comes out as I loose myself under the spell of Brenda.
I couldn't believe it. Even in my wildest dreams I never expected her to devour me like this. And the surprise of it caught me so off guard I could've sworn I felt my love for her bubble up inside me ten fold. I didn't even know it was possible to love her more.
When her free hand cups my balls, I grip a bunch of her hair in my fist and struggle to keep my hips from moving.
My body tenses, I was gonna come. The pleasure shoot right into my balls and I moan as she continues. My breathing is erratic and she speed up.
"Bren." I whisper. "Bren stop."
She slides her warm mouth off my dick and looks down at me, her eyes dark and shiny.
"I'm going to come baby if you don't want it in your mouth you have to stop." I stroke my shaft a couple times.
She smiles and lowers her mouth around me again. My eyes squeeze shut. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, I chant in my head. My hand finds her head as I push a little, warning her one last time. She continues eagerly.
"Brenda." I grunt, "I'm comi…" I jerk into her mouth and spill my seed right into it. I groan so loud I'm sure the neighbors hear. Seeing stars behind my eyes. I pant heavily. Shit. My eyes fly open, she sits up, makes a little face and swallows quickly.
"I'm sorry." I rush out, "I tried to warn you."
She smiles and shakes her head, "I know." She giggles and it makes me smile.
"Are you okay?" I sit up, wrapping my arm around her waist.
"Hell yes. I gave my first blow job." She says proudly, "How did I do?"
I chuckle, "um…I….I, Fuck I can't even talk." She leans into me, our lips centimeters apart, "You were incredible. It was incredible." I whisper.
She smiles shyly and then it fades just as fast, "I'm sorry we didn't get to…do it."
I shake my head. "Brenda…I should have never pressured you or guilt tripped you into it in the first place. I'm not going anywhere."
She smiles and kisses me. "I really do love you, you know that right?"
She nods and kisses me again. This time longer and more intensely.
We cuddled together naked in bed. We could have definitely gone there but I didn't try, I didn't have too. I felt satisfied and full. My heart was practically bursting at the seams. We spent the next two days alone. Looking at the stars by the pool, having romantic dinners, laughing, swimming, playing and cuddling. Sex was not mentioned the rest of the trip but I will admit our relationship grew closer. We grew closer. We were more intimate. I was in no rush to make her mine physically. She already was mine. And after two days of worshipping her with my mouth and seeing her come undone against my tongue. I was completely blissed out. Sex would come when we were ready. At the most perfect time and it would be awesome. Until then, Brenda learned I liked to go down on her every chance I got and that my friends was good enough for me especially because her mouth never left me with blue balls again.
HEHEHEHEHE Well it was Palm Springs but with a hotter turn out. We never got to see how the rest of the weekend turned out for these two. Maybe this happened? Maybe it didn't but in my fanfic world these two are only beginning to explore and know everything about one another. Next up, We meet Laverne and learn Brenda loves Walsh's find out Brenda has a boyfriend. And Kelly is jealous about Lydia Leads upsetting Dylan by taking all of Brenda's free time. I think I'll have two more chapters until the prom where Dylan and Brenda finally have sex. This won't really mirror the show but I did like the losing her virginity at prom so I'm gonna keep that. Hit review my loves. I know this isn't one of the more popular stories. But when rewatching for Journals, this one just fell out. I just go with what flows. I have started the next chapter of Vegas, ideas about Last night in London AND Journals is in the mix. Sorry it wasn't one of those. But tell me how much you love me anyway!