Chapter 6

A few days later, my family had dinner with a business associate of my Dad’s, and his family, at their country club. I was excited for the chance to dress up. My mom and I bought new dresses while my dad took Lucas out shopping for a suit. My dress was strapless with a red satiny bodice and a tiered black skirt down almost to my ankles. My hair was fairly short, so there wasn’t a lot I could do to dress it up, but I did work in a cute side-braid. I spent more time putting on my makeup that night than I ever had before. I hoped there would be pictures! Dad said he’d never seen a girl so beautiful.

We met the Pillsbury family at the club. Dinner was outside at one of many tables crowded under a wedding tent, next to the dance floor. The Pillsburys had two kids: Anthony, who had just graduated and turned down a soccer scholarship at ASU to go to MIT, and Jordan, an 11-year-old who was instantly smitten with Lucas and wouldn’t let him out of her sight. It was cute.

Anthony and I split our time during dinner trying to be grown-ups and participating in our parents’ conversions, and talking among ourselves about teen-aged life. He told me how excited he was to be going off to college soon, but how sad it was that all his friends were going separate ways. I told him about how disappointed I had been to leave the gymnastics team after the car crash; and I told him that I had lost Stacy’s friendship (but not how). He casually asked about my dating life, but I dodged the question. I don’t think either of us expected to ever see each other again, but for that evening, we were friends.

Dinner was salmon in a dill sauce. Dessert was vanilla creme brulee. I started to feel the compulsion creeping up on me, and I panicked at the thought of what I might do - what dish washer or valet I might pounce on during his smoke break. I was rescued, in a way, when Anthony asked me to dance.

It was a slow song. I pressed my body tight up against his, and laid my head on his shoulder. I tried for that to be enough, but it wasn’t - I couldn’t deny the succubus trapped inside of me, clawing for her release. “Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked, softly.

“No. Why do you ask?” Anthony replied.

“I ... I want your cock,” I admitted quietly.

He chuckled. “Excuse me?”

“I want your cock inside of me,” I went on. “When this song is over, I want to take you somewhere private and ride you like a white water raft.”

Anthony didn’t say anything, and I was desperately afraid he would turn me down. Still, I continued forming my plan. My lips kissed his neck seductively. My fingers caressed his biceps. My eyes, though, scanned the surroundings as we danced in slow circles to the big band music. Once the song ended, I pulled him away by the hand. He came willingly.

On the other side of the swimming pool, there were a huge number of tables and chairs, unused and unlit. I guessed that the dinner service was supposed to be there tonight, but the rain clouds had forced the club to move tables under the tent around the dance floor instead. There was no reason for anyone to look out in that direction, and even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to see us through the forest of tables as long as we kept our heads low.

“Lie down,” I instructed. He took off his jacket and lay down, looking at me as if he thought this might be a trap. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands up and down his chest, marveling at it. No boy I had been with had had such a perfect chest - muscly ripples, soft hard skin, and just enough hair to be manly but not gross. Under other circumstances I would have loved to take my time enjoying his chest, but this time I had my geas to fulfill. I unzipped his pants and roused his erection with my lips.

Casting my panties aside, I lowered myself onto him, hiding our junction under the many ruffles of my dress. We smiled at each other as I pumped my body onto his cock, and the sweet anticipation of sex became the reality of it. Anthony stroked my arms, and then reached under my dress and stroked my legs - which felt nice - but his eyes kept returning to my chest.