Natalie Acres - Sex party

Peyton Storm’s eighteenth birthday party.

“They look good enough to fry up for breakfast.” Vicky giggled as she sipped on her Shirley Temple drink. She dipped the two cherries in and out of the liquid.

Peyton eyed the long stems for a second and then glanced over at Kane. He watched those cherries too and once Peyton caught his eyes, he laughed and turned away.

“He likes you,” Vicky pointed out.

“Yeah, I know he does.”

Vicky pressed her friend for details immediately. “Did you do what I think you did while you two rode around town?”

“Hell no. I wish.”

“Still nothing?” Vicky probed.

“Nothing.”

Peyton smiled. For now, it was her secret. One shared private moment with Kane Cartwell.

“I don’t believe you.” Vicky laughed but her laughter soon dropped to a low grumble. “Oh…my…God.”

“What?”

Peyton turned around and caught a glimpse of Frank Sanders making his way around the patio area, working through the crowd with a bouquet of flowers. He definitely stood out with his gift in hand and his bright multi-colored shirt.

She glanced back to the Cartwell brothers. “They invited him?”

“Why wouldn’t they invite him?” Peyton snapped.

Vicky’s lips twitched. “For starters, you almost fucked him, and Evan almost broke his jaw for trying it.”

“I didn’t almost fuck him,” Peyton corrected. “We made out and they blew it out of portion.” She tilted her chin upward, in the direction of her guardians, as if Vicky had no idea who she meant.

“He asked Braden to take you to homecoming.” Vicky’s lips formed a tight line. “Braden and Evan said no, in case you’re interested.”

Peyton glanced at the Cartwells and then back at Frank. “I kind of thought so.”

“You knew?” Vicky asked.

“I guessed it when he asked Marcy Johnson to go, she must’ve been second runner-up.”

“Did you ask him about it?”

“Nope, not really. I don’t particularly care.”

“Guess you have your sights on someone else?” Vicky smiled and waved at the Cartwells.

Braden, goofy as ever, lifted his hand as if he started to wave back in much the same fashion.

Thank God he didn’t. Peyton would’ve died right there. He was too sexy for his own good but didn’t act it. Of course, Braden really wanted to do right by her. He promised her mother and since he spent the better part of ten years eating breakfast at the diner where she worked, they were tight friends. When Braden made promises to his friends, he kept them. Everyone in town admired him.

Frank walked over to her and handed her the flowers. “Happy birthday, Peyton.” He leaned in and started to kiss her.

Peyton’s hands flew to his chest. “My watch dogs are nearby.”

“Yeah, I see them. I can’t steal a birthday kiss?”

Peyton bit her lip and then thought what the hell. As an adult now, she could make her own choices. Surely they wouldn’t care. If they did, let them look the other way.

“Thanks for the flowers,” she said as she took them and slapped them against Vicky’s chest.

She didn’t bother to notice the grumble in her best friend’s voice. Instead, she grabbed Frank’s hand and led him to the other side of the pool where many of her friends danced in front of the band.

Frank’s arms draped around her waist, and they began swaying nice and slow. The first slow song of the night allowed Peyton to fall right into Frank’s body as his hands rubbed over her lower back.

She’d lost the casual wear as soon as she realized she had party guests waiting and now she wore a fitted short skirt and sleeveless turtleneck, the fall air still humid enough to allow for it. The cotton material cropped at her waistline and she felt Frank’s hands on her bare skin within seconds.

“You’re daring, tonight.”

She smiled before she snuggled into his arms.

“You’re not their kid sister and they did invite me,” he whispered into her ear before nipping at her earlobe.

“Oh God, you can’t do that here.” She shuddered and closed her eyes. Right then and there, she imagined Kane touching her, swaying across the patio with her in his arms.

“Then, I’ll do this.” He lifted her chin and kissed her.

And she kissed him back. Poor Frank would never know how much she used him, but in the moment, she had opportunity. Since her classmate gave her the chance, she wanted to take it. Leap at it. Seize it.

Her hands cupped his face, and she kissed him like a woman kisses a man. She wanted to be sure the Cartwells watched and understood one thing if nothing else. She didn’t smooch a boy like a teenage girl. She kissed like a woman.

It wasn’t a sweet innocent kiss, the kind of dead-end kiss leading nowhere. Instead, she clutched him closer and pretended her lips meshed against Kane’s daring mouth. Once the act started, the hunger pulsed through her veins, and it proved easy enough to make believers out of the onlookers.

A few of the kids behind her clapped and several of the boys congratulated Frank for landing a babe like her. Another one or two whistled.

“Wow! Get a hot kiss, Frankie boy!” One of the other jocks drew more attention with crude remarks and comments about his hands. She imagined her private Peyton-posse hurried around the pool with well meaning intentions.

Frank’s wrists crossed behind her, and his hands cupped her bottom. Even if it promised a quick ending, and she knew time ticked away now, she decided to ride this thing out.

She pressed closer until she felt the ridge of Frank’s cock pressing against her skirt. She kissed him deeper. She closed her eyes and counted the seconds, felt their eyes on her body, her mouth, her ass. Oh yeah, they were cringing, debating on when and how to stop it.

“All right love birds, enough.” Braden broke them up with a firm hand on Frank’s shoulders. “I thought Evan here taught you a lesson last time you stopped in. We don’t want you pawing all over Peyton. You might give her a bad reputation, and we wouldn’t want something to happen between the two of you, if you know what I mean.”

Evan glanced down at Frank’s pockets, and Peyton laughed. Frank had told her about the rubber incident after the fact. They found condoms on him, and Evan wanted to kick his ass. Now, it looked like Kane and Braden wanted to clobber him too.

“We’re just dancing,” she purred as she watched Evan motion for the lead singer of the band. “What’s he doing?

Kane smirked. “He’s telling him he’s fired if he plays another slow song tonight.”

Peyton’s lips formed a tight line. She refused to pout but by golly she could set her jaw and cross her arms. “Frank, can you give us a second?”

“Sure.”

He walked away without a second glance. Who could blame him?

“Why are you doing this?” She glared at all three of them. “You throw a party for me and then you don’t want anyone to dance with me. You’re making me look like a nun.”

“Darlin’, I hardly think the skirt you have on tonight is something anyone would expect to find in a convent.”

“Shut up, Evan,” she said before she returned her focus to Braden. “Please let me have fun at my own party.” Her plea was deliberately intended for Braden, and no one else.

“We want you to have a good time,” he told her.

“But not with him,” Kane interjected as he pointed at Frank.

“Why not?”

Evan snickered, “For starters he wants to fuck you.”

“Language,” Braden reminded. “We just want to keep you safe, and Peyton, boys like him aren’t going to care if they leave a gal knocked up and pregnant before they go away to college.”