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The Risk

 

 

 

 

 

THE RISK

Lauren Branford

 

First Edition, May 2015

Copyright ©2015 Lauren Branford

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

First Time

 

              The night air is cool, but Kyle’s mouth is warm. I feel his lips running down my neck as I grasp the metal sides of his truck bed. He wanted to drive me out to the middle of nowhere, but I refused, too scared to venture off with a boy I barely knew. Then again, there was nothing boyish about Kyle. Sure, he’s only eighteen, like me, but he’s just as vast and formidable as any man I’ve ever met.

We just graduated from high school last night, ready to start our adult adventures in a heat. That is with Kyle’s cock about to plunge into my tight pussy. I wish I could be a little bit more romantic by whispering in his ear and telling him that I’m a virgin. However, I’m far too shy. By how nervous I’ve acted, I’m sure that he’s reached that conclusion.

Kyle pulls back and removes his white varsity t-shirt over his head. He reaches for my blouse, unbuttoning it swiftly. Then he sees my bra and unfastens it from the back.

The air touches against my nipples, instantly causing them to harden before Kyle’s eyes. I watch him glare over my exposed breasts, licking his bottom lip with desire.

I want to reach for him, allowing him to come closer to me. However, nervously stall. Kyle was the quarterback of the school, and I am just some shy church girl who confessed to having a crush on him. The very next day, I get a call from him, asking me on a date. I should have known we’d end up in the back of his truck like this.

“Damn, those are beautiful,” Kyle says, hushed while glaring at my chest. Before I can blush, his strong fingers clasp around my soft breasts. I moan as he pushes into me, lapping at my rosebud nipple with his warm tongue. My face nears his auburn hair, taking in his thick, masculine scent into my small, button nose.

Whatever he can do to make me feel
alive
, I’ll have it. It’s all that I’ve wanted during my time in high school, to be
taken
by a stiff guy. For far too long I’ve kept my feelings under wraps. I close my eyes, allowing his touch to take over my body. I want him to grab me and throw me against the cold metal of his truck. I want to feel his hard, thick cock ramming into my tight pussy until it’s bright red with excitement.

Still, I don’t think I’ll get my wish. Everyone knows that I’m a pastor’s little girl. He would kill me, and the guy who fucked me would get
worse
. Even seeing my breasts is forbidden fruit. Then again, that’s, likely, what Kyle likes about me; I’m a heart-pounding risk.

I brushed aside my long brown hair as he plays with my soft breasts with his mouth. His finger runs down my stomach and into my panties. I’m wet, and I know that he can feel it. Two of his fingers press together, rubbing around my swollen clit.

Damn
, I want him inside of me.

Kyle curls his index finger at my opening. I feel him push against my sensitive lips with my juices dripping all over his eager fingers.
Go in me already
.

I’m so nervous that I could almost cry. Instead, I whimper a little from the excitement. His teeth come forward, biting down on my tender nipple. It hurt, but in the best way possible.

Just as his fingertips push into my pussy, I sense something bright from the other side of the park. I open my eyes to see the glare of headlights coming in our direction. I push Kyle back, but he doesn’t seem to notice what’s happening. The more I push, the more aggressive he becomes.

“Kyle!” I yell, and he backs off.

“What?” he moans, but when he sees how lit up my face is, his eyes widen. “Shit!”

Suddenly, more lights flicker around us. Red and blue strobes all over the place. The cops are here, and they’ve caught us. Worst yet, even though I’m an adult, we live in a small town, and it’ll only be a matter of time until my parents find out about what I’ve done.

Getting Caught

 

              The good news is that I don’t get arrested for having sex in a public space. The bad news is that the cops immediately tell my mother and father. Knowing my parent’s wrath, I would rather go to jail than deal with them.

              My mother starts to cry as soon as the cops show up with me at the front door. She bawls profusely until the officers leave, then her sorrow quickly falls away. She glares at me in disgust, and we argue loudly. It is the first time that I’ve raised my voice to her.

              My father won’t have it. Instantly, he is on the phone, and discussing with someone from the church about sending me away to a program for troubled young adults. I need to get out of here as fast as possible.

              For the next few days, I stay locked away inside of my room. I emerge to eat meals, but I avoid my parents’ disapproving glares. I don’t have a job and no plans for college other than a community school. My parents refuse to pay for anything that wasn’t a religious university, and I don’t want to conform to them. They pushed faith down my throat my entire life, and all that I want is to figure out things on my own. After all, my parents are the two most miserable people that I know; why would I want to live like them?

              The next day, I decide to call my Aunt Kim. She’s my mother’s younger sister and, from what my mother says, Kim’s always been a “rebel”. Aunt Kim is a socialite who recently married a man who lives on the west coast. I always call her when I need help.

              “You fucked some guy?” Kim laughs over the phone.

              “I didn’t,” I explained, embarrassed. “We were fooling around though.”

              “Why don’t you come live with us for the summer in Paradise Hills?” Kim suggests. “I have a lot of events coming up, but your new uncle, Marc, could use some help around his office when he gets back into town.”

              “Are you serious?” I yell, excited.

              “Of course, baby,” says Kim in her normal, cool tone.

              “I don’t have money for the plane ticket, but I’ll pay you back with what I earn.”

              “I think I owe you a graduation present,” says Kim. “You’ll love it out here and it would be so great to see you after all of these years– not to mention
sticking
it to my stiff of a sister.”

              “Thank you!” I say, happily.

              “And you’ll get to meet your new family member,” says Kim.

              “A new family member?” I ask.

              “Yep, I’m a stepmom now which makes you a cousin for the first time.”

              “Great!” I should before we disconnect. I start to feel tingly all over as I anticipate my new adventure as an adult woman living in the high society of Paradise Hills.

The Mansion

 

              I didn’t bother to ask my parents’ permission before leaving the next day. In a way, they seemed relieved that I left. I’m sure that they’ll tell the people at the church that I “went away”, indirectly leading others to believe that I’ve gone to that camp for bad girls.

              Instead, I was on my way to a sunnier place along the beach. There, I’ll hang out with my new cousin, and she and I will be the best of friends. She’ll eagerly show me around the city in her car, kicking off my fun, new,
free
life.

              As the plane touches the ground, I am so excited that I can hardly contain myself. The sun beams through my small window and I stand to follow the line of people out into the warm, June air.

              I expect to see my Aunt Kim waiting for me in the terminal. However, as I look around, I don’t see a familiar face. Suddenly, my phone buzzes and I pull it from my pocket to see a message from Kim.

Running late at a charity auction – sent a driver for you! XO

              “A
driver
?” I ask myself as I squint at the phone screen. Looking up, I see a tall man with dark skin and a smooth face. He is wearing a black suit and holding a sign that read:
HAILEY BRIGGS
.

              I stare at the driver, long and hard.
It can’t be for me
. Sure, it says my name on it, and it feels just like the movies.

              “Ms. Briggs?” asks the driver as I stare at his card.

              “Yes?” I answer, still taken back.

              “I’m here to take you to the estate.”

              “Oh, okay,” I quietly comply. He takes my bags and escorts me to the back of the shiny, new town car. It’s black with white leather interior. Bottles of champagne await me from the backseat.

As we drive away from the airport, I look around and pull the cork off a previously opened bottle. The bubbles energetically fizz from the opening. I want to take a sip, but I’m too scared. After all, I’m not legally allowed to yet. Still, every bursting bubble calls for me to drink from it. I don’t want anyone to know, so I duck down, glugging from the tip until the effervescence becomes too much, and I pull back.

I giggle to myself as I carefully place the bottle back into the ice bucket, shoving the cork into the top. Sure, it wasn’t the classiest or even the raciest thing to do for most girls my age, but it’s a small reminder that I have free will away from the clutches of my overbearing parents.

Thirty minutes later, we drive along a winding path that leads to the top of a mountain. Enormous houses line our way, but they aren’t the most spectacular part. In the distance, the blue ocean spreads out seemingly forever. I roll my window down, taking in the crisp ocean air.

Finally, I feel relaxed. I’ve never seen the ocean before, and I can’t wait to dip my toes in the water. I make a pact with myself to do whatever it takes to stay with my Aunt for as long as she’ll have me. Hopefully, my cousin and I will hit it off. I get along with most girls, so this shouldn’t be an issue.

At the top of the hill, near the edge of the cliff, is the largest house of them all. An enormous, white wall surrounds it, and the driver opens the gate, pulling us into the front yard. Bright green grass and a collection of trees sprinkle the front law. I look up at the mansion that’s unlike any home I’ve ever seen.

The place is white with enormous glass panels. Sun rays shine brightly through the blue-tinted glass as the car comes to a stop. The driver comes around, pulling my bags out of the trunk and opening the door for me. Looking at the luxurious home, I suddenly feel underdressed. I’m wearing a long, yellow ten-dollar dress that I bought last summer. I thought it would be fitting for the ocean, but I feel under dressed to walk into a house as gorgeous as this one.

“Welcome, Miss,” says the driver as I step onto the concrete.

“Thank you,” I reply, softly, still in awe of my surroundings. Suddenly, I see a figure walking my direction. The driver gets back in the car and begins to pull away. I squint at the newcomer as he makes his way behind the tinted windows.

It must be Kim’s new husband, I think. Perhaps his daughter will join us soon for a late lunch overlooking the ocean. I imagine anything that I can in order to calm my nerves. However, the person who steps out of the door is much younger. He appears just a few years older than me and wears a tight-fitted polo around his beefy arms. His short, brown hair is neatly combed on top of his round hair, with a tan complex, likely from sunbathing. His sunglasses are pitch black, blocking me from seeing his eyes. However, as soon as he catches sight of me, he fixates his gaze.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” I quietly reply as he nears me. I can’t help but to think about how attractive he is. There’s something undeniably badass about his swagger. This stranger exudes cockiness and altogether sureness. He’s the kind of guy that my parents would feel terrified of the most. What’s he doing here? Perhaps he’s my cousin’s boyfriend.

“You must be Hailey,” he says while extending his arm. His mouth doesn’t move into a smile, but mine does. Quickly, I change my face in an attempt to match his demeanor.

“Yes, I am,” I say as I shake his hand. My cousin must have told him about me. Where was she? His touch is warm and firm. I sense a flutter inside of me that I’m slightly embarrassed about feeling.

“I’m Blaine,” he says. “Welcome to our home.”


Your
home?” I ask as we pull our hands apart, without realizing how terrible of a question that was.

“Yes, this is my father’s place,” says Blaine as he pulls his phone of his pocket. “I think that driver was supposed to get me.”

“Wait, this is
your
dad’s place?” I ask, wide-eyed. “So are we cousins?”

“I guess so,” Blaine says as he walks away from me. He looks through the fence, and a different car pulls into the gate.

I begin to sweat as I watch my new, beefy cousin walk toward the incoming car. He curses at the driver for showing up later before climbing inside. The driver turns beat red, in the same way that I am. It’s my luck that my new cousin isn’t just a cocky asshole, but he’s hot as hell.

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